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As soon as I closed the door behind us, Victor pounced on me, flinging me back against the door. He smashed his plump lips against mine, guiding my mouth open so he could shove his tongue inside. Victor was forceful, desperate, needy. He had clearly been wanting to kiss me for a long time, and now he kissed me the way someone in a desert would drink a canteen of water.
This was my very first kiss with a guy, and I was struck how different it was. Sloppy, wetter, the stubble on Victor's jaw scratching me, his strong hands exploring my body, feeling me up like he couldn't get enough of my body and muscles.
And I fucking loved every second of it.
I was too busy shoving my tongue into Victor's mouth in return to wrestle with any thoughts about my sexuality. He tasted rough, masculine, traces of barbecue sauce on his tongue, mixed with something else - something tangy but slightly salty and metallic. I then realized what it was - my cum. I'd never tasted my cum before, let alone anyone else's, so it shocked me at first. But then the thought of the taste of my cum lingering in his mouth turned me on even more.
I couldn't get enough of him, our tongues wrestling, lips mashing, him moaning and me quieting them with my mouth. I've never wanted somebody so bad in my life. Not even with...
Before I could fall deeper into thought, Victor's hands stopped groping at my chest and fell to my shorts. He roughly ripped them down, letting my cock free. It was so hard it was painful, I don't think I've ever leaked this much precum before either. I moaned when I felt his strong, big hands close over my cock.
When Victor started touching me, I felt like I had permission to do the same. He squealed in pleasure when I began groping his chest, like he was a woman with an incredibly large rack that I just loved to squeeze while we were making out. My fingertips brushed over his nipples, which were already hard and pointed. As I played with his tits and flicked his nipple with my thumb, Victor groaned and shoved his tongue even deeper into my mouth. I'm finding out a lot about Victor today: not only can he deepthroat like a pro, his tits are one of his sensitive spots.
Despite how much I loved his tits, I wanted to explore more. I moved my hand down further, feeling over his rock hard abs, every ridge strong and powerful. Now, abs had never turned me on before. But something about having this specimen of jock stud manliness, so hot that he had everyone drooling over him, right in the palm of my hands drove me wild.
I wasn't surprised that Victor was hard. He was wearing a jock, so his cock was held down by the pouch, but I could clearly see a bulge. I don't know what it was, curiosity or something else, but I wanted to grab it and stroke him just as he was stroking me. My hand hovered over his bulge when I felt his fingers enclose over my wrist. His kiss deepened as he pulled my hand around his waist, and placed it on his ass.
I slipped my hand between the tight fabric of his shorts, and I wasn't surprised at all to find that he was wearing a jock, cheeks out and exposed. I grabbed and groped them, like I couldn't get enough. His ass was perfect. Powerful, masculine. But soft and perfectly bouncy too. This wasn't a woman's ass - this was a man's ass. Not just an ass, a bubble butt. An `oh my fucking GOD' bubble butt, which is exactly what I exclaimed when I sank my fingers into his perfect cheeks.
I struggled a bit to part his cheeks, that was how huge they were. With my free hand I fumbled for his shorts zipper, Vic helping me pull them down so he could break out of them, not stopping the kiss for even a moment. I grunted when he pulled his hands away from stroking my cock to reach behind himself. He grabbed both of his cheeks and pulled them wide for me, allowing me easy access to his pussy.
And holy fucking shit. Pussy is truly the only way to describe it. Victor was SOAKING wet. I felt a spurt of his juice hit my hand, instantly coating my fingers with the slippery liquid. The rest of it traveled down his beefy thighs and dripped onto the floor. I would worry about cleaning it up later - we weren't done making a mess.
Considering I had just seen Victor finger fuck himself to orgasm, I knew he was open and loose. I didn't even bother starting with one finger or even two. In Victor's videos I've seen him stuff himself with three fingers, fingerbanging his pussy until he had a shuddering cuntgasm. My fingers sunk into his pussy, and I grunted an `oh fuck!' into his mouth, because Victor's pussy was the hottest one I've ever felt.
Granted, I was never a pussy hound; I can count the women I've been with on one hand. And as for men, I've had experience with three, including Victor. So not the largest sample size, but I knew right away that Victor's pussy was on a whole different level.
It was hot, I mean physically warm to the touch, but not in an uncomfortable way. It was wet, his pussy covering itself in juice to prepare it for use. And it was so squishy and tight. I felt Victor clamp down on my fingers and moan into me as I drove them in and out of his warm, wet, tight snatch.
The only sounds I could hear were my lips mashing against him, swapping spit, and the Squelch squelch squelch of my fingers digging into his pussy. Every so often Victor would punctuate them with little squeaks, especially when it seemed like I found a spot inside him that was extra sensitive.
Having such a hot stud jock, a cocky confident sex hound, melt under me and submit was turning me on like nothing else. After the way he acted with me during his interview, I felt like I had the power back, even though I knew this was what he wanted. Damn, Victor is good. Better not tell him that or his ego will get too big - he'll become an evil mastermind.
I just wanted to make him squeal even more, show him that I was in control of his pussy, I was gonna have this cocky stud on his hands and knees begging for my dick. I was really pounding at his pussy, trying to stuff my fingers as deep as I could, but it just wasn't enough. Finally, Victor pulled his hands away and grabbed onto my wrist. I could feel his bouncy, soft asscheeks enclose over my hand. Damn, how did Victor have such a MASSIVE ass?
"Coach, stop! Please, sir, I'm gonna..."
I grabbed Victor by the chin and made him look at me. He was glassy eyed again, dazed and clearly in a fog of lust. He looked almost dopey and cute this way, but there was a fire inside his eyes that showed he was still hungry for cock.
"Were you gonna squirt, boy?" Victor nodded. "You're not allowed to unless I say so, you understand?" Victor nodded again, this time more vigorously. I felt so... powerful, making Victor submit like this. I didn't consider myself especially dominant, but I guess I was finding out more things about myself today besides my sexuality.
Victor looked at me expectantly, giving me permission with his eyes to boss him around as much as I wanted. I wasn't going to let him think that he got the upper hand just because I was giving him my dick just like he wanted. No, we were doing this on MY terms, and I needed Victor to know that.
"I'm gonna fuck your throat." I said, using my best `coach voice'. Victor gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing. I could hear the sound of more of his pussy juice hitting the floor. Me taking charge was turning him on even more.
I grabbed Victor around the waist and guided him into my bedroom. I pulled the door open and shoved him onto the bed, he was so big and muscular that the bed actually creaked. That's ok, it's an old bed frame; I needed to buy a new one anyway. Victor immediately got into position: on his back, head hanging off the bed and tilted back, mouth open wide with his tongue sticking out.
"Fuck my-"
Before he could even finish that sentence, I shoved my cock to the hilt all the way down his throat. I looked down and was shocked to see a clear bulge in his throat, I could see my cock moving back and forth. I pulled my hips back, giving him a gulp of air, and then SLAMMED forward again, burying my cock again and then moving my hips in circular motions to `churn' his throat.
I knew Victor could deepthroat already, I wasn't worried about hurting him. And that's why I decided to just let go and be wild. I was driving my cock in and out of his tight, warm mouth, feeling his throat contract around my dick, trying his best to milk me and coax the cum out of my balls. I was fucking his throat with such force that I could hear my big, heavy balls slap against his face. In addition to having a big dick, my balls swung low like pendulums. I was almost worried I was going to give Victor a black eye. Almost.
The harder I fucked his throat, the less control Victor had. After already blowing me, his throat was probably sore and tired. Despite all that, Victor still wanted my cum. I could just tell by the way he milked my cock, the young jock was CRAVING more semen, even after I had already fed him once.
"FUCK Victor, such a fucking cum hungry slut!!"
At those words, Victor began sucking even harder, letting out another squeak of lust and a rumbling moan of pleasure. Hm, so Victor liked to be verbally degraded.
"I've seen your videos, you know. Showing off that hot body. Walking around like everyone around you wants to fuck you. You think you're such a stud, huh? Probably thinking `Coach Tom is just where I wanted him.' Well I'm gonna make you regret it, boy. I'm gonna show you how a real man fucks."
Victor let out another rumbling moan as I was fucking him so hard the back of his head was hitting the side of my bed. I was literally piledriving into him with such force that I was slowly, inch by inch, pushing him off the bed. He lifted his legs up, and with his free hand, he brought his fingers back to his pussy. Before he could get there, though, I grabbed his wrists and brought them back towards me. I buried my cock in him again and kept it there, hearing Victor's heavy breathing struggle to contain all my meat.
`What did I fucking tell you, slut? No touching that pussy." Victor nodded with my cock still in his mouth. I pulled my cock out and let him take several more big gulps of air, then resumed my brutal tunneling of his throat. I let go of Victor's wrists, sure now that he would obey me, and was pleased to see him reach underneath my balls with his beefy arms.
He pulled my heavy cum-filled orbs down, giving me that sweet pleasure that was close to pushing me off the edge. Big biceps straining as he fumbled with my cum factories. It was getting to be too much for me - his hot, tight throat; him pulling down my balls, his eagerness to please me.
"FUCK! Swallow my load, slut!" I roared as I unloaded in his throat for the second time in one night. I told you I was a multi-cummer, and I meant it. Victor may have been expecting a smaller load after he already drained him, but he was in for a rude awakening. This load was as big, if not bigger, than the one I had dumped into him back in the car. He gulped my jizz down with languid swallows, making sure he swallowed every last bit, even as he struggled.
I pulled my cock out of his throat slowly, and when it finally popped out, he gasped and tried to get as much air into his lungs as he could. I didn't realize how much of a struggle that had been for him - I thought he could handle it. I felt a little bad, and I was about to apologize when Victor spoke up.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you for feeding me twice. I'd do anything for you." His voice was scratchy and raw, but when I looked down at his face, he was looking up at me with such puppy-like devotion. I guess only Victor could take a pounding like that and still ask for more.
He started to shift his position like he was going to get up off the bed, but I grabbed his shoulder to hold him down.
"Did I say we were done, Victor?"
Victor looked up at me in awe, like he couldn't believe I was ready to go for another round. Was it because I was older, he thought I had less stamina? Either way, I wanted to prove him wrong. My cock was still hard and I could tell that my balls still had some jizz left in the tank.
"Get on your hands and knees; I'm gonna fuck you doggy."
Based on how quickly Victor flipped around and assumed the position, I could tell he must have been fast as a baseball player. He widened his legs to give me easier access to his fat cakes.
I could only marvel at them some more. Pale and milky white like the rest of him - if not more so. Bouncy and jiggly in all the right places, but also clearly a mass of muscle as well. His hole was somehow literally the color of pink bubblegum, slightly slit shaped and already gaping slightly as his pussy pumped out rivulets of juice down his taint.
My cock felt like a steel beam jutting out from me. The veins on my shaft were pulsing as precum bubbled out of my engorged cockhead. I lined it up against Victor's hole, getting the tip smeared in his juice, then using my hand to lather up my dick. The smell of Victor's juice hit me - a little bit musky, but also very sweet. It was literally mouth-watering.
"Ohhh fuuuuuck, COACH!!" Victor groaned as I pushed my cock in, his pussy lips spreading easily for me as his cunt eagerly swallowed my cock. Victor's pussy was somehow even tighter than his throat. I swore under my breath as I sank inch by inch of my cock inside him, feeling his pussy walls clamp down on me, my veins rubbing against them.
I heard Victor hiss under his breath - to my surprise, it seemed like his pussy was struggling to take my size. I knew I was huge - I've been told off many times. The only person who ever seemed to easily take my cock was Luke. I pushed my cock in slowly, then pumped my hips back and forth, withdrawing just an inch or two before going deeper than I was before. After building up a good rhythm, my crotch was finally pressed against his asscheeks.
"Ohhhh, FUCK ME DADDY!" Victor screamed. I froze in place. I'd never been called `Daddy' before in my life. Not even my daughters called me that. I fucking loved it.
"Yeah, son, you want your daddy's cock?"
"Yes! Daddy, please, fucking WRECK my pussy. USE ME!!"
I grabbed Victor's hips, my biceps bulging as I held him steady so I could pound the fuck out of him. I was back to fucking him like I had fucked his throat - hard and fast, taking some time when I bottomed out to stretch him out wide. The whole time Victor was moaning and whimpering like a slut.
"DAD!!" he screamed when I slammed into him especially hard. I was happy to see that he had adjusted to my cock.
I looked down and almost came right then and there. Victor's creamy ass cheeks were bouncing, the meat on them shifting up and down every time I thrust into him. When my hips slammed into him, it sent a ripple effect to each cheek that made them smack together, then spread apart again. As I fucked him, his ass cheeks were clapping, the sound of pussy-juice soaked wet flesh slapping against wet flesh.
"Fuuuuuuck- Daddy! It's coming!"
It took me a second to register what `it' was. Then I realized it, and started pumping into him even more furiously. He was now clawing at the sheets, screaming a garbled mess into them as he bit them to muffle himself.
I felt his pussy walls suddenly go incredibly tight - I couldn't move my cock even one inch. His cunt walls massaged and pulsated on my dick. And then I felt it. A rush of juice GUSHED out of his hole, soaking me and my sheets with a spray of juice. Victor was pussygasming so hard he was literally shaking, shaking like a wet dog. I heard a string of fuck!' and Dad!' muffled by my sheets coming from him.
Rush of liquid around my dick did the trick.
"FUCKING TAKE MY BABIES, SON!!!" I roared as I began dumping my final load of the night, just as big as the previous two, directly into Victor's pussy. I saw white as my balls finally emptied their contents into the most heavenly hole I'd ever felt. Despite the copious amount of jizz I was unloading into Victor, not a drop leaked out of his hole. It was like his pussy was literally slurping up all my jizz - where did it even go?
After my balls were empty and I caught my breath, I pulled out. I was expecting a waterfall of my jizz to leak out of his gaped cunt, but that didn't happen. I was confused. But then I finally got my answers when Victor flipped over onto his back and contently patted his bloated stomach. Victor had some of the most impressive abs I'd ever seen, but now they were much less visible due to the three monster loads of cum I had dumped inside of him. Two thoughts struck me - how the fuck can he hold that much cum? And how the fuck was I able to even cum that much? That was unusual, even for me.
And then it hit me: Victor. Victor pushed every one of my buttons, even ones I didn't know I had. I loved dominating him, I loved taking that cocky jock down a peg, I loved that a young guy practically worshiped me, and his body and ass were so hot it was almost unreal.
In other words: I'm bi, and I'm attracted to Victor. Well, fuck.
Victor slid off the bed and tried to stand, but his legs were wobbly and I could tell he was off balance due to how he was clutching his bloated stomach. I watched him as he walked towards my bedroom door.
"Vic, where are you going?"
Victor turned around to look at me. His face was red - probably from the sweaty monkey sex we had just had. But, his expression was almost... sheepish? Where was that cocky jock that declared I was going to fuck him from the moment he met me?
"Thanks so much, Coach. That was fucking amazing. But I figured you didn't want me to stick around."
Victor was leaving? That was odd. This didn't seem like one of those pump-and-dumps one night stands. I wasn't that kind of guy, I'd never had a one night stand in my life.
Another feeling bubbled up into me. My feelings towards Victor were not just lust - but also affection. Victor was a great guy. Sure, he was cocky, but he was competent and helpful and loyal. Those were all qualities I would want in any woman I dated.
I couldn't have him calling an Uber home, thinking that I was regretting what we had just done. Even though I wasn't fully comfortable with these big revelations about my sexuality, I didn't regret what happened. How could I? And how could I kick Victor out of my house after having the best sex of my entire life?
"Vic... why don't you stay the night?"
Victor turned to me and froze a moment, in clear disbelief of what I said. Then, his face broke out into the most radiant smile, eyes full of joy. He dove back onto the bed and scrambled under the covers - they had a big wet spot on them, but I could handle that tomorrow. He pressed his back against my chest and almost immediately fell asleep. I was so exhausted that I soon joined him.