The Team's Morale Booster By Michael Kliewer
(Contains mature subject matter. All applicable warnings apply. This story is between adults, and contains scenes related to water sports.)
Like in any sport morale is the essential quality to a winning team. One part luck, one part motivation, that was Coach Sullivan's motto. Coach Sullivan's career spanned almost twenty years of hard work, and a pride in his players. His sport was Baseball. Unfortunately, Coach Sullivan never quite made it to the big leagues. He was a minor league coach so helped to shape raw talent, and see most of them make it to "the Show". He barely contained himself every time he saw one of his boys make it big, and make the game great.
As I said, motivation is the key to a successful team, and Coach Sullivan made damned sure his players knew their talents were appreciated, and respected. He also made certain that those frustrating years of proving yourself were less stressful. The key to his coaching technique was SEX. He was a man who loved the game, but had to give up his dream with a bum shoulder. He knew he could have been great, but was happy in changing his misfortune into something better. It also gave him access to his one weakness, hot, sweaty baseball players. He was 6'1, 215, and in his early 40's. His body maintained that strength, if not a little paunch growing from a few too many brews after the game.
Even as a player he had the insatiable hunger for jock cock and ass. Didn't really matter what sport, but he was especially attracted to the guys on his own team. Each practice session was a lesson in humility. How to keep his dick from being hard the entire time, was a major undertaking. Most of the time he lost the battle. Especially, when they got back to the locker room to shower up. The smell of a locker room is intoxicating. Coach Sullivan could just close his eyes and take a deep breath and his cock would rise. During his years trying to make it, he had more than a few opportunities to get up close and personal with his team-mates, but now he had the opportunity to be that close to his players.
Each practice was like living a dream, from the heat of the play, the heat of the men, to the smell of masculinity in the air. His guys were all at the peak of their physical form, and it was more than he could take seeing them strut around the room with half hard, sometimes all hard cocks. Coach Sullivan was especially attracted to his star pitcher. The man had an ass to die for, and a cock to match. He was part of the new breed of players who not only played hard on the field, but built their bodies up more in the gym. Jack Killen was a prime meat player, and as Coach Sullivan saw it, was prime major league material. His only downfall was control on his pitches. If his confidence was up he could pitch a shutout, but the slightest infraction would send his confidence down.
Coach Sullivan was careful not to let his desire for his players interfere with his job as Coach. He kept himself pretty well in check most of the time, but sometimes his hormones got the better of him. Like last season with Jack. The team had just come in from a grueling work out and all were unwinding and playing in the lockerroom. Coach Sullivan, strode through trying to calm his team down, and get them out of there with little trouble.
Most had quickly showered and changed and moving their way out, when Coach Sullivan spotted his star pitcher. The sight was almost too good to miss. There was Jack, taking a dump. The locker room was filled with the smells of horny men, piss, sweat, and just plain man. Coach Sullivan walked past the open stall and only lingered a second longer to stare at the man he wanted.
There sat Jack, his body flushed from a hard days training, his muscles pumped, and glistening with sweat. The Coach eyed them mans, body, took a deep breath and then resumed his patrol. It was customary for the Coach to go through the locker room after the team had vacated and pick up wet towels, used jocks, and just generally make the place presentable. Jack was one of the last guys there, and as it was near closing, Coach Sullivan took his time. He usually enjoyed this time of day, as he would go through and pick out the lockers of the players he was attracted to. Open the cages, and take a real good whiff of the scent. Often if the place were empty he would take out the used jocks, hold them up to his face and really get a taste, and smell of his boys.
Just as he turned the corner from the last row of lockers, Coach Sullivan looked down the hall, which just happened to open up to the toilets, and saw a sight he never thought he would. There sitting on the toilet was Jack stroking his thick meat. The Coach estimated that Jack's dick was about 8 inches long, and about 6" around. There his star pitcher sat, stroking slowly, eyes closed, and leaning back against the wall. Coach Sullivan just stood there watching, his own cock growing harder by the minute. This was his chance he thought. When was he ever going to get a better opportunity to taste that man's sweat juices than now. He slowly walked down the row of lockers toward Jack, never letting his gaze wander from the beautiful sight in front of him.
As he got closer Jack's eyes sprang open, and he almost stopped stroking his dick. He paused, was about to utter an explanation, but could see the lust in his Coach's eyes. Jack knew that sense of longing and knew that his lust was matched. He knew the Coach had been watching him all season. At first he thought it was just the Coach's way of doing things, but then as the season went on he caught the man staring more, lingering on his ass, and his cock as he made his rounds. It might not have been obvious to most, but Jack definitely had not imagined it. Now the man was walking toward him, and he could tell he wanted whatever Jack had to offer.
"See something you want Coach?" Jack asked. Knowing the answer. "Yeah boy I do" Coach said. "Yeah Coach, been noticing you staring a lot at my body, I could tell you wanted to get up close and personal". "Why don't you get down on your knees in front of me and lick my feet and work your way up?" Jack was in control, and it made the moment seem all that more electric. Coach Sullivan got down on the floor in front of his Star pitcher. There Jack sat on the commode, his legs spread apart, his dick hard and dripping, and the remnants of his dump in the bowl. He wasn't sure where this was going, but he didn't care. He had his Coach begging to be used, and he was horny enough to oblige.
"Get your face on my cock now!" Jack spat out. The force of his words rang in the deserted locker room. Coach Sullivan's cock was tenting his sweatpants and leaking as he leaned his way over the bowl to take Jack's cock into his mouth. He braced himself against the pitchers massive legs and licked the head of his cock tentatively. What the fuck was he doing? He could loose his job, his family, everything he worked so hard for? His wife had never known about his desires, and he preferred to keep it that way. But he could not stop. His desire to fulfill this fantasy was too great. As he licked the head of Jack's glistening cock, he took a long slow sniff of the smell emanating from the man. He smelled crotch musk, shit, sweat, and piss. It was more than he imagined. Coach Sullivan stared pensively into the Jock's eyes, as he slowly swallowed his mushroomed head. "You like my stick Coach?" Jack knew the answer, but waited to see the reaction. All he got was a mummer of ascent, and his Coach's bobbing head on his cock.
Jack was in heaven. It had been along time since anyone had serviced his needs. Here he had his macho, married coach, asking for it. He held the Coach's head down on his cock until he heard him start to gag. "Yeah, Coach you like my dick, you want my stick on you, don't you?" Coach Sullivan lifted his head off the jock's cock, looked into his eyes, and said, "Fucking use me stud!" "I'm here to be whatever you want, however you want it." That was all Jack had to hear. "Then get that tongue working its way down to my dirty hole. I want you to clean my hole out after my dump. The results of which were still in the bowl. Coach Sullivan complied. He closed his eyes and worked his coarse tongue over the shaft, across the balls, and down between the pitcher's legs. Jack then lifted his legs and braced them against the walls to allow his Coach better access. Coach Sullivan sighed deeply as he continued his way down.
He could see the pitcher's tight hole wink at him, the faintest residue still lining his crack. He delved head long into the sweaty, acrid crack. His tongue found it's mark instantly and Jack cried out in pleasure. The feeling of his coach's tongue moving across his tender pucker was electric. The fact that he was cleaning his shit stained crack was erotic. He wanted the coach to go deeper inside that hole with his tongue. "Get in there and swab my hole out man!" The demand was taken and Coach Sullivan speared the pink hole with his tongue. He went in as far as he could with his tongue, tasting, smelling and enjoying the man's hairy hole. It was something Coach Sullivan had never dared dream about. Putting his face into the smelly, musky ass of a hot man. He had often wanted to, dreamed about the possibility, but never thought it would materialize. Now his ultimate fantasy was coming true. He was being used by his jock.
"Oh, Fuck that feels great Coach, yeah go in deeper, eat my hole!" Jack was in ecstasy. Never had he felt so much pleasure, but he wanted more. Jack wanted to use this man, make him his own personal slut, and it looked like the Coach wanted just that. "Here man, take my dick into your slut mouth, I need to piss." Coach Sullivan quickly took the jocks semi hard cock into his warm mouth, started to tongue the piss slit, when the first taste shot into his mouth. The taste was heady, salty, and wonderful. The fact that he was swallowing this hot man's piss was exactly what he needed. Jack pressed against his bladder and just let the stream flow at full tilt. It didn't matter whether Coach would be able to take it, he was going to get it all. "Fuck yeah man, swallow my piss, be my toilet!"
The two men were in their own world of lust and humility, they hadn't noticed that someone had come back into the locker room and was watching. Shane Carmichael was the team's catcher and another hot looking man. He was typically Irish, with dark hair, a stocky build, and a laughing manner. He was always the first one drunk, the first one laid, and the last one to finish. His sexual prowess was legendary among those who knew his secret. Shane worked his hot ass into every leather bar across the country. He loved men who smelled like men, and loved to fuck or be fucked. His ass could take the biggest dick or even a hand when tempted. He was versatile in his leanings, and the sight in front of him was something out of a porn movie. There he stood and 5'8" of him. His thick 7" cock sticking out of his jeans, his hands working the flesh slowly.
He watched his Coach eat the pitcher's ass, and drink down a belly full of piss. He was turned on to it all. He moved back behind the lockers and as quietly as he could got undressed. This was scene he was born to join and enjoy. He walked quietly up behind his Coach, who was sucking the pitcher's cock. "Can anyone join or is this a private party", was all he could ask. Jack's eyes lit up seeing this stocky Irish man, with a full mast standing there in front of him. "Help the coach undress, looks like he needs some attention too", Jack said. "Not a problem!" Shane responded. Shane quickly got down behind the coach and pulled off the Coach's shoes. He then moved up to his belt, unfastened it, and started to pull the man's pants off his body. He left the Coach's stained jock strap on. He then assessed the sight in front of him. Here was a hot man, with his muscled ass exposed. The Coach knew he was in for the time of his life, and just continued to suck the hot pitcher's cock.
Coach Sullivan then felt Shane's hot breath against his ass hole. Shane spread the Coach's ass cheeks apart and was blowing warm air on his hairy hole. The pucker winked at him with every assault. Shane then buried his nose into the crack and breathed in deeply. The scent of this man was like poppers. His dick jerked up with excitement. Shane then let his tongue lick the hole. He tasted his married Coach's ass and it was delicious. There was nothing more exciting than the taste of a man. He then pushed his tongue deep into the wanting hole. The Coach opened up for the intrusion. Expanding his hole as much as he could.
Lubing the hole up good with his sweat, Shane started to probe the Coach's hole. He quickly opened up for him and within minutes he had three fingers moving in and out of the hairy cunt. He then moved into position and aimed the head of his raging hardon at the Coach's ass hole. He pushed, and the ring slowly gave way to the probe. Coach Sullivan had never been fucked before, and the initial intrusion was more pain than he imagined. But being a former Marine, he just kept his focus on sucking the pitcher's cock, and tried to relax. Within about 30 seconds the pain turned into pleasure as the Catcher slowly started to move his thick cock in and out of his hole. "GOD DAMN, you are one tight bitch Coach!" Shane shouted. The warmth of the man's hole engulfed the cock and was massaging it with urgency. "Yeah man, fuck the coach, tear his hole up!" Jack was enjoying the show. "Make his hole nice and loose so my thick fuck pole can ride him as well, Shane." Jack wanted nothing more than to join his teammate in fucking his coach.
Jack's dick was slick with his coach's spit and it was ready to enter an ass. He witnessed the pleasure Shane was taking in using the coach's butt, and he wanted to experience the same. He pulled his dick out of the coach's mouth and ordered him to move his head over the toilet boil. Coach Sullivan moved tentatively a few inches and was now directly over the boil. Inside he saw the pitchers shit, and he took a deep breath. Just then Jack flushed the toilet, and let that sent fade away. "I know you like my stink coach, but I want you to want it even more now!" Jack then moved into position behind the catcher. Shane's ass was well muscled from continuous squatting, and was open for Jack's thick dick. Jack spit into his hand, spread the lube on Shane's hole, and then rammed his cock into the hole. Shane bucked suddenly, driving his cock further into his virgin coach's ass, as he was being speared from behind.
Jack took no mercy on him, and grabbing the catcher's hips, starting thrusting his huge dick into Shane's ass. Shane quickly fell into rhythm and with the same passion, returned the thrusts into Coach Sullivan. The coach grabbed hold of the porcelain bowl and pushed back against Shane's member. The deeper his thrusts were, the more pleasure the Coach felt. He wanted to feel his ass being filled with man cock. He wanted his bowels to be coated with jock juice as well. But there was more to come before that would happen. Jack continued to assault the Shane's hole, reveling in the warmth, the heat that wrapped around his member. The feeling of fucking a man's ass was better than any pussy he had ever plugged. The strength of the man, the eager taking of his cock, his torture spurred Jack to fuck harder and deeper into his teammate.
Shane suddenly came upon an idea. "Coach, you want both our cocks up your fuck hole?" The question seemed almost impossible, but exactly what Coach Sullivan wanted. "Don't know that I can take both you in me, this is the first time I have ever been fucked." Coach Sullivan was ready, but wasn't sure it would work. "Stand up, and let me and Jack get into position". Shane orchestrated the scene. Jack and Shane lay down on the tile floor of the showers, fee to head until their cocks touched. "Now Coach, just lower yourself down a bit on Jack's dick, then I will come in and move up beside." Coach Sullivan squatted over Jack's thick member and allowed just the head to push through, then just a little bit more to secure it inside him. Shane then moved his cock head next to Jack's and pushed through the tight opening. Coach Sullivan strained as he opened his hole as wide as he could, and then suddenly he felt Shane's cock head slip in. It was fucking intense. The rush of adrenaline was so intense that he thought he would pass out. The sheer fact that he now had to cocks in his fuck hole was amazing.
Coach Sullivan then slowly pushed his weight down until he had about 4 inches of both dicks in his ass, he then proceeded to ride them both. Jack had never felt anything so amazing. Not only was he up a man's ass, but his bud was up there with him. Their cocks rubbed up against each other with each rise and push of the coach's hole. The reaction was more than he could stand and he knew it would not be long before he blew his wad. He wanted to coat the coach's ass with is seed, and have his buddy do the same. Shane was equally as turned on by the whole scene and was ready as well. The Coach was in pig heaven, and knew at that precise moment that his life would never be the same. He had opened a door to a world he thought impossible to join, but here he was enjoying the use, the abuse, and the bonding of men. He knew his body was meant to give pleasure to other men, and no matter what he was going to pursue that. He wanted it, he needed it, and it was all he would live for.
The men had been at this double fuck for about ten minutes, when Jack felt his balls tighten. He knew he was about to blow, and he could feel Shane's cock twitch as well. They both grabbed the coach's hips and thrust their cocks as far into him as they would go. Coach Sullivan's hole ripped apart as both meaty spears, punctured his insides and began to spill their juice. Both Jack and Shane could feel their sperm shoot deep into the Coach's bowels. It seemed that this cum lasted forever. Once sated they slowly slipped out of the man's used hole and lay there exhausted in the shower. Coach Sullivan, not to be out down, bent down on each cock and cleaned the cum, and shit residue off them. He wanted not only to carry their juice in his ass, but wanted to taste it as well. There was something intensely intimate about the whole scene. Coach Sullivan had come in his jock, and was savoring the warm feeling of his splooge covering his balls and seeping out of the mesh material.
All three men lay there in a stupor for some minutes, and until they could catch their breaths, and regain some strength. Jack was the first to speak. "Coach, I guess from now on you will be the teams physical motivation as well, since I know how much you like to be used." Coach Sullivan wanted to dispute the statement, but considering what had just transpired, had no voice. Shane defended him by saying, "the Coach will just add this to his skills, we will keep this just between the team." Coach Sullivan seemed relieved to hear this as he was still married, and had not thought about the consequences. "Not a problem with me", Jack said, "as long as he takes care of me I am quiet." There seemed a bit of a threat there, but Coach didn't care. He knew he would do for the team whatever was necessary to keep them winning, and if taking care of their sexual needs was part of it, so what.