Double Teamed by Coach and Dad

Wade, the star basketball player, is getting heat from his coach and stepdad for slacking off during the playoffs. They decide to give him a lesson on how to penetrate the hole.

Game two of the semi-finals was in the books, and we lost by two points, thanks to me. I couldn’t look any of my teammates in the eye. I stood in the center of the court, holding my waist and looking down as sweat dripped from my face.

A random voice shouted out, “Don’t worry, Wade. We’ll get’em next time.” We had one more game left, and the series was tied. There was one more chance on Saturday for me to get my ass in gear. The team headed back to the locker room, and I got the occasional slap on the ass that stirred me from my trance.

“Bloom!” the booming voice shouted. Coach, with his clipboard in hand, made his way over. His chest was heaving, face red, and fist clutched. For a second, I thought he was going to sock me.

“You’ve fucked up for the last time! What the hell were you thinking, Bloom?” You always followed two rules when the Coach was in your presence. Never talk when he is talking, and never answer until he permits you to speak.

“Speak!” he said as speckles of spit flew from his mouth, landing on my face.

“I don’t know, Coach.”

“Get the hell out of my sight and hit the showers. I want you in my office first thing tomorrow morning,” he said, slamming the clipboard against my chest. The sheer power of his muscular arms sent me stumbling back, but I held my ground.

Bobby, my closet friend, stood at the door and grimaced as I walked up. “Damn, he was rough on you. He bent you over and fucked you without lube,” he said, trying to hold back his laughter.

Gesturing my hands back and forth in front of my crotch, “I know, right? He at least could’ve given me a reach around.” Bobby shoved me as Coach made his way over. Shit, I thought, I wonder if he heard me? His broad chest grazed mine as he made his way through the doorway. He looked back and shot a knowing look in my direction.

“Fuck, he heard me.”

After soaking in an ice bath and a quick shower, I returned to my apartment. It was a quiet walk back until my phone started blowing up. It was my stepdad, Eric. He was closing a deal in Savannah and couldn’t make it to the game, but he followed all my games whenever possible.

I reluctantly answered, and he blasted in my ear before I could get a word out. “I just got a call from Coach Murry. What the hell is wrong with you? You were the top player in high school, and now you’ve just… given up?”

He continued with the questions. I wasn’t able to get a word in edge-wise. I didn’t have the strength to argue with my stepdad, so it’s just as well that I listened. He was your typical alpha male, like Coach. He didn’t like to be challenged, and he could be a significant pain in the ass.

My mom passed two years ago, and he’s had to be both mom and dad while trying to run a Fortune 500 company. He didn’t have it easy, and neither did I. I knew that coming in as the new star player for State University would put me under a ton of pressure, but this was ridiculous!

I turned the key and pushed the door open to my one-bedroom apartment.

“Wade, are you listening to me, son?”

“Yes, sir, I’m listening.” I placed him on speaker as I rummaged through the fridge for a quick snack.

“I’ll see you tomorrow in Coach Murry’s office.

“Wait, what?”

“I’m catching the red eye, and I’ll be at the meeting tomorrow with you and Coach. Don’t be late.”

I flung the phone on the couch, taking a big bite of my sandwich, but I was too tired to eat. Whenever I received a verbal lashing from Eric, I got hard. His deep, commanding voice sent shivers down my spine. My hands moved down into my shorts.

My shaft was stiff, and I began stroking feverishly. I thought back to the times I snuck into his room and found his porn stash under the bed. I knew he was a freaky devil. He even had a few man-on-man titles, which interested me the most.

Damn, just what I needed — two guys riding my ass about a game I had no desire to play whatsoever. I didn’t have the heart to tell Eric I was purposely throwing the games to get kicked off the team. I’d have to try another way — a more in-your-face approach.

I poured drink after drink until I was good and tipsy. The night was young, and I wanted a slight buzz before hitting the sack. Tomorrow wouldn’t be pretty, so why not arrive hung over? Or better yet, not at all. Stroking my cock wouldn’t be able to satisfy me tonight. I wanted some special attention. I reached for my phone to see who was on my late-night booty text list.

Randy, George, Kelvin, Craig, James, Brad, Jeff, Marvin, Cindy? — No.

I wanted something fresh, someone different. I needed to hunt for my food, and the only way to do that from the comfort of my bed was to post an ad on CL and wait for the nibbles.

Been a long day. Looking to release some tension.

Me: DDfree, Dark short hair, blue-grey eyes, 6’4”, solid 210.

You: Top, DDFree, above avg cock.

No endless emails. Send pic in first email.

I attached a body pic, and within minutes, my inbox filled with hopefuls. I instantly deleted the emails without attachments and shuffled through all the ones where the sender listed himself as a bottom. One email caught my eye: a thirty-seven-year-old recently divorced traveler from NYC. After several email exchanges, I invited him for some late-night action.

Twenty minutes passed, and I was getting antsy. CL guys were notorious for no-shows or being extremely late. It tempted me to take care of myself, but the dude looked hot in his photos, and I wanted to feel another person's skin tonight.

There was a knock at the door. I checked the clock, and it was a little past midnight. I opened the door, and there he was, six feet two inches of sexiness, standing at my door. He strolled in with his hands shoved in his pockets, and he seemed a little shy. I offered him a drink to loosen him up.

A few shots later, we were tongue-wrestling on the couch. My hands were down his pants, squeezing his round cheeks as he lay on top of me. He ripped off my t-shirt and tasted my flesh. He pulled away and unzipped his chinos, unleashing his thickness. The freak wasn’t wearing any underwear, providing easy access. I jumped from the couch, pulling his cock as I led him into my bedroom.

“Damn, you’re tall,” he said, kissing the back of my neck as we entered the room.

I eased down on the bed, taking his cock into my mouth, “And you’re hung.” His playground was completely shaved, which turned me off just a tad. A half bottle of rum sat on my nightstand. I took a swig and coated his cock, sucking it dry after each pour. He pushed me down to the bed, dipping his low-hanging balls into my mouth.

“Not too hard,” he said, lifting his balls from my mouth and placing them gently down again.

After taking care of his boys, he force-fed me his cock, treating my mouth like a receptacle. His dick was smooth, thick, and hard. It stretched the sides of my mouth until it burned. He continued to face-fuck me until I pushed him away.

He stood and laughed, shaking his cock from side to side. He got a kick out of abusing a hole. I offered up my ass to see if he could take being inside me. I was naturally tight, and most guys came within minutes of entering my walls.

I lubed up well and assumed the position on all fours. He pushed his cock slowly inside, pulling my hips onto his smooth cock with long strokes. He tugged on my shoulders, slamming forcefully into my ass. It sent me retreating from his cock. I spread my ass cheeks and turned to see him laughing uncontrollably.

“What the fuck, dude?” Pissed. I’d invited many guys over; I’d never had a guy who was a complete dick.

He pulled me back on all fours. “Come on. I’ll be gentle.”

I gave in to temptation and opened up for him again. He eased in, stroking gently until my ass relented and accepted his cock. I arched my back as he slapped my ass over and over, applying more pressure with each thrust. I looked back, and my cheeks were plum red. He continued to ride me, pushing me down as he drove deeper into my hole.

We moved further into the bed, and he placed my legs on his shoulders. He pinned my hands above my head, lifting my ass and allowing him to dig further into me.

“How does it feel?” he asked, pumping quickly as his sweat-drenched face hovered above.

I place my finger in his mouth. “Dude, stop talking.”

He was fucking me hard and fast as the entire bed shook as if an earthquake had hit. An hour had passed, and we were still going. Both our bodies were drenched in sweat.

The bed sheets were soaked. He flipped and twisted me in all kinds of fuck positions. He loudly grunted, and I knew he was about to explode. I tightened my ass and frantically stroked my shaft. His grunts grew louder the closer he got. I felt his balls slap against my taint while the sounds of hot, sticky sex filled the room.

With one final push, he dumped his load inside me, sending me crashing into the bed. He came for what seemed like minutes. I clenched down, squeezing every last drop of cum from his cock. He slowly pulled out with an audible pop. I turned and noticed him shaking, his cock still leaking. I pulled him to me, licking his shaft from the base to the tip of the head as he shuddered uncontrollably.

As I cleaned his shaft with my tongue, I quickly stroked my cock. He knelt and fingered my cum-filled ass, first placing two fingers in, then four. I was already close. I lifted my legs and pushed backward, my feet touching the wall. I aimed my cock down to my mouth and tasted my warm cream as it streamed from my cock.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he said, watching cum leak from my cock to my mouth.

I licked my lips and rose slowly off the bed. I always get a little dizzy if I get up too quickly. He pulled me by the arm and traced his tongue along my lips, licking any leftovers from my face. “Mmm —. Damn, you taste good.”

“Thanks, bro.”

I handed him a clean towel to wash up, thanked him for the load, and showed him the door. I had to face the firing squad in a few hours and needed to hit the sack to prepare for the verbal lashing from the Coach and my stepdad. I looked down, and my cock was hard again. Just the thought of my stepdad gave me a lift.

The alarm clock buzzed and vibrated until I slammed it against the wall. I piled my pillows over my head to avoid daylight. It was eight-thirty in the morning, and I was supposed to be in Coach’s office. Before heading to bed, I’d called his office and left a voicemail letting him know I’d be in later in the afternoon. Then, I turned my phone off. I knew he’d try to call.

Bam — Bam — Bam

A fist pounded heavily on the door without pause. I pulled the covers over my head, hoping to drown out the knocks, but they continued. There wasn’t any hope that they’d go away. I stumbled out of bed, giving my boys a nice scratch and adjustment. Too lazy to wear any clothes, I dragged myself to the door.

“Coming — !”

Hiding behind the door, I unlatched the chain and peeked my head out through the small opening.

“Who the hell do you think you are?!” His voice was stern. My body stiffened, so did my cock.

“Coach? Um — ”

He pushed his way in as I covered myself with the door.

“I know you were so fucking distraught over losing last night you forgot about our meeting. Because I know you would never call my office and tell me you wouldn’t attend a mandatory meeting. Am I right?” He paced through the kitchen with his hands resting on his waist, looking up at the ceiling. “Is that right?!” he shouted.

“Sorry, Coach.”

He turned and did a double take. “What’s the problem, son?”

“There’s no problem, Coach.” I crouched behind the door.

“I brought over some tapes. We can start with these and move on to what we need to do to prepare you for tomorrow. You’re going to work your ass off. You’re going to need to bring your A-game, Bloom. Your dad’s plane was diverted, so he will be late. I told him I was heading here to slap some sense into you.” He walked into the living room and fiddled with the DVD player.

Dad and Coach were roomies in college, pledged the same frat, and ran in the same circles. It was hard to get anything past one without the other finding out. He looked back and noticed I hadn’t moved from behind the door.

“Bloom, get in here.”

“Coach, I…”

“Now!”

I closed the door, covered what I could, and entered the living room. He looked me up and down and gave me a neutral look.

“Something you want to tell me, son?”

“I was sleeping and didn’t feel like putting any clothes on.”

“Get some clothes on and get your ass back out here.” He turned back to the DVD player.

I ran into my bedroom, slipped on a pair of sweatpants, and returned to the living room. Coach studied the DVD player. “What’s wrong with this thing?” he said, pressing the buttons to get the DVD tray to open.

“Coach, let me…” But it was too late. The DVD began playing before I could get the disc out. Two guys were giving the business to a twink bottom in one of the raunchiest gay porn ever created.

Coach stepped back as moans and grunts of the bottom, getting both holes plugged, filled the room. His toothpick, a fixture in his mouth, lay on the floor. My entire body turned red with embarrassment.

“This is what gets you off, son?”

I noticed a chub growing in his slacks. I nodded without looking him in the eye. He moved over and stood in my line of sight. He had something growing in his pants.

“I’ve been eying you for some time, and I knew something was different about you,” he said, unbuckling his belt. “It’s been a while since I had a decent blow job, not since Jason Meeks left the team.” His hands made their way down his pants. Jason was the point guard for the team last season; he graduated last semester. I had no idea.

I ran my hands down my thighs and looked up seductively at Coach. “I’ll give you what you want, but you’ll have to do something for me in return.”

This was my way out of basketball hell.

“What?” He said, rubbing his cock as he watched the bottom get worked over by the oversized top.

“Keep me on the team to keep my scholarship, but I don’t play another game unless I want to. Make up whatever story you want, but I’ll decide when I’m ready to play again.”

“If you play your heart out and we make it to the playoffs and take home the championship, deal.”

He sat beside me on the couch, placing his hands on my inner thigh. “In return, I get to see you twice a week,” he said, inching up to my crotch.

“Twice a month, no weekends, and only during basketball season.” I offered.

“Three times a month and no weekends,” he said.

It didn’t take me long to decide. I could finally get my life back. “Deal.”

He whipped out his thick cock. The size of it made me swallow hard. The coach was a man’s man with a Donkey Kong-sized dick. I wrapped my fist around the base and worked the head with my lips as much as possible.

He pushed my head down until I reached the base of his shaft, making me gag as my nose tickled his man bush. He wouldn’t let me up for air. I tried to force myself up, but he’d force me back down.

He finally relented and allowed me up. Saliva dripped from my mouth, leaving his cock wet and pants stained. “That’s a good boy. You’ll learn how to take my cock,” he said, licking his chops.

He stripped down to his black boxer briefs as his cock stuck out the middle. His thighs were toned and legs smooth for a man in his forties. I’d never seen Coach outside his everyday khakis and polo shirt. I never realized how fit he was.

We downed a few beers, and I sucked on his man meat for what seemed like hours. I loved cock, and he was the sweetest I’d had in a long time — well, since a few hours ago. He sat and enjoyed his blowjob while watching ESPN and getting tipsy off my beer stash. We were six hours away from call time for basketball practice, so we had time to play.

The front door opened. My head sprung up, and around the corner, my stepdad walked in.

My hand lay wrapped around Coach’s cock with my face in his lap and a stunned look on my face. He stood there, motionless. “What the hell is going on?” he said, his briefcase dropping to the floor.

“Oh, relax, Eric. We’re just having some fun. Drop your drawers, pick up a beer, and come get your dick sucked,” Coach said, throwing a beer Eric’s way.

I wiped my mouth and turned red all over again. “Do you know your dad and me, sorry, stepdad, went to the same college and pledged to the same fraternity?” I nodded and looked over at Eric. He just stood there. “And that he had one of the biggest dicks I’d ever seen?”

I looked over at my stepdad as he popped open his beer. “Had? I still do. Got room for one more?”

Coach pushed my head back down to his hard cock as Eric undressed. My eyes cut to Eric, who neatly folded his pants and shirt, placing them on the table. He rubbed his cock through his black briefs that outlined his cock perfectly. He slowly dragged his fingers over his six-pack, watching me service his old friend.

He took a seat with his legs spread, rubbing his cock. He had a mischievous grin on his face as he watched. It was a sign of approval, something I hadn’t seen from him in a while.

His cock grew so that it willed itself outside its cage and plopped out and banged itself against his chest. The sound alone made my dick jump. Coach fingered my ass as I continued to slob on his knob. My ass dripped just thinking about having them both fuck me at the same time.

Eric walked over and pulled me from Coach’s cock. He stuck his thick rod down my throat, guiding my head with his hands, forcing his cock down until I couldn’t take any more.

His balls slapped wildly on my chin as he unmercifully face-fucked my mouth. Coach reached down and grabbed my cock, taking me into his warm mouth and sucking me from the back before driving his cock deep into my hole without the benefit of lube.

I winced as his dick stretched my walls, and I held onto Eric’s toned legs as his thrusts sent me lunging forward.

Having his cock in my ass was intense. Coach’s pace quickened as my ass began to relax. He pulled me back as he pushed farther inside me, his balls slapping against my taint.

“Take this dick, son,” he said, forcing my hips back onto his cock.

He pulled out and spread my cheeks, “Gosh, look at the hole. It’s winking at me.” He took two fingers and moved them in and out of my stretched ass. Two became three, and three became four.

“That’s right, get that hole ready for me,” Eric said, slapping his cock across my face. His sweet pre-cum leaked from his dick as he ran it across my lips. Eric tagged in and flipped me over on all fours, spreading my cheeks to see my hole.

I reached into the nightstand drawer to grab the lube to grease my hole, but he pushed my hand away and rammed his entire cock inside. He was a fucking machine.

He slammed my hips back onto his cock, grunting and banging me with such force my knees momentarily left the floor. I pulled my legs together to ease the discomfort of having him deep inside me, but it didn’t help.

I arched my back, but he slammed me back down on the couch, forcing me to take his cock. I moaned loudly.

Coach ran around, holding my back down, and cheered Eric on as he owned my ass. Eric pulled out, and I collapsed to the floor. His cock was covered in my juices. He slid two fingers in, teasing my hole.

“Look at me,” Eric’s deep voice commanded. His fingers still lingered deep inside my hole. “I’m not done,” he said, pulling me from the floor and leading me to the bedroom.

He plopped on the bed with his legs spread and motioned for me to straddle him. I climbed on top, easing down on his cock. I coated my hand with my saliva and stroked my dick as I pumped up and down on Eric’s smooth, thick cock.

Coach came up from behind, pressing me down to Eric’s chest, pulling my ass high in the air. I tensed as soon as I realized what was about to happen. Eric let out a slight moan as my ass clamped down on his dick.

“Wow, shit,” he said, spreading my cheeks for Coach.

I felt a generous amount of lube being poured down the crack of my ass. Eric wrapped his arms tightly around me, pulling me closer to his sweaty, toned body. I relaxed as Coach slid his cock inside my already stuffed hole. I felt a slight pinch as he forced his way in.

“That’s it, breathe,” Eric said, gently stroking my back. I laid my head on his chest as Coach plowed his cock in, inch by inch. As he began pumping harder, I moaned. I had two big cocks in one tight hole. After the initial shock, the discomfort was replaced by the euphoric sensation of being double stuffed by two hung men.

I reached over and grabbed the bottle of rum on the nightstand and took a few swigs; Eric killed the rest. I leaned down and stuck my tongue down his throat as he continued to fill me up. I reached back, grabbed my cheeks, and spread them, giving way for their cocks to slide freely in and out of my wet ass.

Coach grunted loudly, pulling my hips back furiously. He pulled out, spraying his cum over the top of my ass, and placed his cock back inside. He continued to cum, providing lube for Eric to pound away into my ass.

Coach collapsed on the bed, holding his cock as cum dripped down my leg and Eric’s shaft. The sweet, squishy sounds of sex filled the room. Eric pulled his legs in and turned me on my back, pushing my legs to my chest. With quick strokes, he stabbed me repeatedly until my ass surrendered.

“Tell me you love my cock,” he demanded.

“I love it —” I cried out.

“You love what, boy?”

“I love your cock — !”

“What?” he said, thrusting deeper.

“Oh, Daddy, I love your cock. Give me that cum.” I shouted, and with one last powerful thrust, he pulled out, shooting his load clear across my chest with a blinding shot to the eye. He quickly stuffed his cock back inside, thrusting his hips wildly. I clenched my ass around his cock, milking every last drop of cum from his dick.

Within seconds, I shot my load, splattering it on Eric’s chest and even hitting the wall. Eric took his hand and smeared cum over my pecs, and licked me from my cock to my lips, kissing me deeply and tasting our juices.

We all lay silently on the bed, catching our breath and holding our tired cocks.

Coach finally stood wavering a bit, still feeling the effects of the orgasm. “Now that’s how you penetrate the hole.”

“Good job, son,” Eric said, rubbing my thigh.

“Thanks, Dad.”