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Subject: "12 Tales of Christmas II: The Rendezvous, Part Two" Here's a story taken from my Tumblr, at talesfromunderthemattress.tumblr. You can find this one, and the pic that inspired it, here: talesfromunderthemattress.tumblr/post/161803948221/ You can also find a whole lot more of my stories here on Nifty - look for 'a4f101' in the Prolific Authors listing. This story is purely a work of adult erotic fantasy, copyright me 2017. I own it and all legal rights to it. If you're under the age of majority in your jurisdiction, please come back when you're of legal age. Nifty is an incredible free service that depends on your donations to survive. It changed my life, and maybe it's changed yours too. Please help them to keep providing this awesome resource for all of us: http://donate./donate.html I love hearing from you guys. ail. Enjoy. ***** Author's note: this is a sequel to an earlier story of mine, "Most Improved", which you can find on Nifty fty//gay/incest/the-twelve-tales-of-christmas/most-improved ***** As proud as I was of my head-giving skills, even I couldn't match the hungry way Coach P crouched down and took my raging hard cock in his big mitt, all eager-eyed as he looked up at me, opened his beard-framed lips, and sucked me to the root in one long, easy, gulping swallow. "Awww, holy fuck," I grunted, partly in pleasure, partly in surprise at the whole notion that my big, beefy Coach could be such a skilled, hungry cocksucker. Come to think of it, I was probably also a little bit in shock that the big stud was about to turn his thick, muscular ass up for me to fuck. He gave something like a chuckle in reply, all deep and humming around the hardness of my cock, which just amped up the pleasure he was giving it, as he wrapped his lips and tongue around my bone and let his warm spit soak it down. "Big fucker's a hungry one," Brady murmured in my ear with a chuckle in his voice as he stepped up behind me, wrapping his big arms around my torso and nuzzling against me. I could feel the thick, hard throb of his big dick, laid up the cleft of my ass, throbbing away happily like it had done so many times since last Christmas. I eased back into his embrace and let Coach do his work. Between the hot, wet, expert combo of suction and tonguework on my piece, the warm moist slide of his full lips up and down my seven inches, Coach's hungry grunts of pleasure, and the way Brady strummed my tits and nuzzled up and down my neck and shoulder from behind, I was pretty much in heaven. My big bro seemed to know exactly how I was feeling, as he murmured to me over the wet, smacking, slurping sounds of Coach P feasting on my big high school senior's cock. "Yeah, he's got a magic damn tongue, lil bro," Brady murmured in my ear. "Almost as good as you, kiddo. Big hunky fucker's hungry for big jock dick. Loves his jock boys. Made my high school career pretty fuckin' amazing." "Shit, how long did you two..." I started, tapering off as Brady chuckled, and began to slowly thrust his big, hard cock up and down the cleft of my ass in a series of small, smooth movements. He grunted approvingly as I tightened my ass muscles up against him. "He first blew me my junior year," Brady said. "I told him I wanted to put extra work in. Get up to the next weight class. Get bigger and better. So I stayed late here with him a lot. Lifting, practicing holds, all that good stuff. And one thing led to another, and he was swallowing my fuckin' cum, bro." "Jesus that's hot," I hissed, picturing it very clearly in my mind. "Shame he didn't show you sooner," Brady went on. "But after me, he said he wasn't gonna do it anymore. Not with students. Like he said, too risky. You gotta respect that." "But you didn't stop," I half-moaned. "Nope," Brady chuckled. "He got hooked on the dick. I didn't fuck him until my senior year, though. And after that, well... I guess we just got too good a thing going, right Coach?" Coach looked up at us, looming over him as he swallowed my inches again and again, and murmured around my cock. I guess he was agreeing, I dunno, because I was trying not to just give in to my oncoming load and let him get a gutful of hot fresh teen cum. But he stroked his big hands up and down the long, hard muscles of my quads, muscles he'd helped me build this past year, almost encouraging. "But I've been working on him... well, in a couple ways," Brady chuckled again. "Talking you up. I knew he'd want to sample your magic mouth, bro. But I knew he'd want this big fuckin' cock of yours, too. Any way he could get it." Coach let out a kind of whimper and sucked on me even harder. Damn. It was such a trip, seeing this whole side to him. All stern and strong and manly as fuck out on the gym floor, but right here, right now, Coach was the bottom from heaven. Hungry for teen jock cock. And if I could keep it together, keep my load in check, I was about to give him even more of what the big fucking stud really craved. "I'll give you a protip, bro," Brady murmured, his lips grazing my ear. "Talk to him. Makes it even better, for him and for you too." "Yeah, suck my cock, Coach," I blurted out, and he moaned and squeezed my thighs again. I stood up on the balls of my feet, making my quads bulge more, and he moaned and squeezed some more. "Yeah, keep it up, bro," Brady murmured, the tip of his tongue flicking my ear, thrusting a little more up between the globes of my ass. "Big fuckin' wrestler jock cock for ya, Coach," I went on, letting my brain and my tongue loose. I thought about the things Brady murmured to me when we were fucking around, and like a lot of things in my life lately, I modeled myself on him. "Fuckin' hard teen cock, boned for you and your sweet mouth. Big and hard for my fuckin' Coach." "Mmmmmmm," he murmured around me as he sucked up and down my length, faster and wetter. I put my hands on the back of his head, in his close-cropped blond hair, and started to guide his head up and down, feeling him get even more enthusiastic. "Thinkin' about fuckin' your big sexy ass for years, Coach," I grunted. "Gettin' your hot lips around my big young cock. Like you love doing for my big brother. Sucking your horny students off. Wanting `em to fuck your big stud ass, that right, big guy?" Another deep-chested moan from him, his blue eyes looking up almost needily as they met mine. Fuck, he looked so hot, his lips all stretched around my thickness - and I was thick, thick like my big brother, thick and long and hard and ready for so much more. I guess I'd kinda been thinking of myself as more of a bottom, with the way I loved sucking dick, how good it felt getting my big brother's big long stud jock cock up my ass. But Coach was making me rethink all that. Making me think I should broaden my interests. "You want my thick young cock up your ass, don't ya, Coach," I half-moaned down at him as I cradled his handsome face in my hands and urged his head up and down my shaft. "Thick hot student cumloads breedin' you up. Thick hard teen dick up your stud ass, yeah?" "Attaboy, kiddo," Brady chuckled, running his tongue up my delt, up the side of my neck. "Knew you were a little fuckin' stud. Just like Coach likes 'em. Hot, horny, muscled-up jock kids with big hard cocks. The stuff you dream about, yeah Coach?" Coach came up off my cock, his face all flushed, thick ropes of his spit connecting his lips and the head of my cock for a quick moment, before he lashed his tongue all over my meat and slurped them up. "Fuck," he growled, staring up at me with a hot, lusty look on his handsome face that I'd never seen on him before. It was kind of like the excited look he got when one of us took an opponent down to take the match, only deeper. Hungrier. Even more excited. "You gaziantep travesti (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-travesti) hot little fuckers," he said, leaning back in to run his fat wet tongue all up the length of my throbbing, drooling cock, making me moan with lust and him with hungry appreciation. "Big-dicked Barrett stud boys, fuckin' Christ." "Tell him how old you are, bro," Brady whispered in my ear, his big hands stroking over the muscles of my chest and stomach as his piece throbbed up against my ass, getting my cheeks all sticky with the precum starting to flow from it. "Remind him how forbidden all this is." "I'm 17, Coach," I said, going with the flow as I took hold of his bearded chin and tilted his face up to look me square in the eyes. "Turn 18 in a couple months. You're sucking on your student's underage fuckin' cock, Coach P. You like that?" Coach just growled, all deep and hungry, the animal inside him wanting to get out real bad. He pushed up from his crouch, all big hard dick and thick, bulky muscles, grabbing the back of my head and kissing me, hard and hungry and manly as fuck. I could taste my own cock on his tongue and lips, in his spit, as I kissed him back, reaching around him to clap my hands on the big, beefy muscles of his stud ass. The slap of my hands on his stud flesh echoed off the lockers either side of us, along with his manly grunt. We fed each other our tongues and our thick, warm spit, sloppy and noisy and aggressive, as Brady rubbed my muscled flanks up and down and murmured his approval. "You gonna fuck me, Barrett?" Coach growled when we finally pulled apart, reaching down to take hold of my throbbing, juice-flowing young cock. Not stroking, exactly, because I think he knew how far he'd cocked my trigger, and he had other plans in mind for my load. "Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you, Coach P," I said, still holding the back of his neck, squeezing it. "Fuck you with my big teen cock. You ready?" "Get me ready, Barrett," he growled, one hand on my cock, the other on the back of my neck now too. He moved quick, all muscles and power and kind of graceful speed, just like a good wrestler does. He slung one thick thigh over the bench, straddling it, arching his back and presenting his juicy, beefy, powerfully muscled man ass to me as he looked back at me over one big-muscled shoulder. "Get in there, kid," he growled. "I know this ain't the first ass you've ever eaten, you hot little fuck." Inside me, I was kind of fighting two sides of myself. There was the hungry, sexual, manly side of me, ready to suck and lick and plow and shoot my cum. And then there was the kind of awestruck teen side of me too, the guy who'd basically idolized this big hairy-chested stud for the past few years. The guy who couldn't believe all three of us, me and Coach P and my big brother, were standing naked in our high school locker room, naked and boned and ready to really get down to business. But the man in me won out, the man I'd become really fast, especially this past year of adventuring with my brother. I stepped up, slung my leg over the bench, and bent over behind Coach, grabbing hold of his powerful rump with both hands and squeezing. "Big fuckin' ass," I murmured, all awestruck by the beefy, muscular power of the fucking thing. I'd admired it for years, thought about what it must look like stripped out of his sweats, and now here it was, even better than I'd dreamed of. "Yeah little bro," Brady said, giving me an encouraging push between the shoulder blades. "Show Coach how good you are at eating a man out. Just like you showed me." "Aw Jesus Christ," Coach growled at that. "Can't believe you two, shit..." "Better fuckin' believe it, Coach," Brady said with a grin, swaggering around to the bench, straddling it with his muscular thighs spread, his big cock curved up hard, all shiny with the precum he'd been smearing all over the insides of my ass cheeks a few moments ago. "Me and my little brother have been fucking around over a year now. Taught the kid everything I know. Everything you showed me first. And now here we are. Getting ready to fuck around with you." Brady leaned back, looking down underneath Coach's beefy frame, then grinned up at me, watching me manhandling the man's muscular ass and thick ex-wrestler thighs. "He's hard as fuck, little bro," Brady said, and well, I mean, duh. "Leakin' like a faucet. You got him so wet for you, baby brother. Leakin' all over the locker room bench." He looked down at Coach, that big smile on his face, playful and sexual at the same time. I knew that look real well by now - it was a look that said he was in complete control, but at the same time, really looking forward to playing with you. Doing stuff he knew you were gonna enjoy as much as him. "The bench your students sit their tight little teen jock asses on to get changed, Coach," he said, cupping Coach P's square jaw, tilting it up to look at him. "Getting changed to work out with you. And now you got two of your students, ready to work you out. Just like you always wanted, right big fella?" I could see the ripple as Coach shuddered, his thick-muscled back twitching and flexing, a deep lusty moan coming out of him. I crouched down beside him, and sure enough, just like my brother had said, Coach's chunky piece was leaking a long, thick ribbon of precum. He'd gone half-soft while he focused on sucking on my unit, but it was one hell of an impressive cock, all fat and hefty and helmet-headed. I watched the strand of his cockspit drooling down toward the bench - like Brady had said, the bench me and my teammates had sat on as we dressed and undressed, before and after gym class, freshly sweaty and freshly showered. Hell, one time after practice, when I'd spent the whole session with one of those out-of-the-blue cases of the hornies you just can't shake - you know what I mean - I'd sat down on this bench, just about in this very spot, and stroked a fast, furious and real satisfying load into my freshly-worn, sweat-damp jock in my hand. Thinking about Coach P, and my buddy Micah, and big Spencer Froeling, all four of us just working it out together right there in the locker room. I grunted at the sight of Coach's heavy cock drooling that fat, clear thread, and leaned in under his flank to catch it with my tongue, slurping it up as I followed the thread back to the source, that fat shiny pink helmet head. When I reached it, I bathed the hot, salty, musky flesh with my tongue, suckling on the fat knob of manflesh as Coach moaned and throbbed back into full hardness, his big paw reaching for the back of my head. I don't know if he wanted me to stop or keep going, and hell, I wasn't sure which way I wanted to go myself. "You two have got the rest of the semester to smoke each other's bones," Brady chuckled from above us. "Coach needs some hard teen jock cock up that big ass of his, little bro. Stay focused. Give the big guy what he needs." Like any big brother, Brady could be full of shit sometimes, but more and more lately, he knew what was up for real. I'd come to trust him - you have to, I guess, when you let a guy snake his thick, hard cock up inside you like Brady had done so often, and so well, since last Christmas - and I knew he was right. I straddled the bench behind Coach again, sat my ass down, took hold of his big sexy blond-haired glutes, and spread him wide. His hole was pink and tight, buried in a deep dimple in his fleshy ex-jock's ass, all dressed with golden fur. Like the rest of him, he smelled clean, with that funky manly edge just beneath whatever soap or body wash or whatever he used. Not a bad smell, but definitely a mature kind of one. Like the taste of whiskey, or blue cheese, or that super-dark chocolate gaziantep masaj salonları (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/gaziantep-masaj-salonlari) Mom liked - not kid's stuff. What did Dad call it - yeah, right, an acquired taste. I'd sure acquired it, though. Brady had moaned with pleasure and a little surprise when I'd licked his ass, after our second suck session last Christmas - licked it, then gone on in deeper. Something I'd wanted to do ever since I'd seen it in a porn when I was 14 or 15. Since then, I'd added it to my routine with my fuck buddies, and I hadn't had one yet who'd shied away from it. I blew a little gust of breath over Coach's pucker, watching his big sexy body shiver and ripple all over as I did. I kind of wanted to tease him, but then I was 17 and my cock was so hard it was practically aching, and I was starting to leak a thick stream of precum myself now. Maybe now me and Coach P had got a taste of each other, today could be, like... an appetizer. Maybe we could keep coming back to the buffet over and over again. Like him and my big brother had done, once they'd gotten started when Brady was 16 going on 17. So fuck it. I hesitated for a second, and then I pushed my face up between those big, beefy, powerful glutes Coach was presenting to me so invitingly, immersing myself in the heat and the sweat and the manly richness of him. Deep and complex and fuckin' delicious, and I didn't waste any more time snaking my tongue out to lick him up and down. Just like that dirty old R