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## Chapter 7 

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You ask any of my buddies on the wrestling team and they'll all tell you,
when coach says "HUSTLE" you better move your sweet ass as fast as you can
to the place where he wants you to be.  And when you get there, you better
get down on one knee, shut your mouth and listen to every word coach barks.


So even though my recently virgin ass now felt like a train tunnel, even
though I was coping wth the fact that I was filled to the brim with my
father's cum and piss, even tough I had spent the majority of yesterday
chewing on my girlfriend's dad's furry ass, I got up off the floor and
hustled, hustled, hustled up the stairs into my dad's bedroom.  My semihard,
still leaking cock hung out from me like a crank as I sank to one knee.
Coach was right behind me, and as he came in he locked the door.  His own
long and hairy cock was sticking out angrily, fully hard and throbbing.  He
tugged at it nonchalantly as he talked to me.

"Alright, Dirk.  We only have one hour before I have to have you filled with
my man juice and returned to your father so let's listen carefully and do
just as I say, understand?"

"YES COACH!" I barked.  Coach smirked, impressed by how effective his
coaching tactics had been during practices, to keep his star wrestler so
well controled even when he is being humiliated over and over.

"Alright then.  I know you've been the top wrestler for a few seasons now.
But I think you've been getting a little too cocky for your own good.
You've been strutting around in front of me like you owned the mats.  It's
one of the reasons I came by today.  Hey boy, my eyes are up here."

I hadn't realized it but I had been staring at coach's giant bouncing cock
while he talked.  I reluctantly pulled my eyes up to meet his savage brown
ones.

"So, I thought it would be best for you to take me on.  We're gonna have a
little match right here on your daddy's bed.  Winner takes all.  You think
you can handle that?"

I stood up and saluted coach, my boy cock rising quickly to join in the
salutations.  "I'm ready coach!"

Coach wagged a finger at me with the hand that wasn't gripping his tool and
shook his head.  "Ah, ah ah.  we're not ready to go yet.  What do I say
about always having the right equipment?"

"Sorry coach, but I don't have my jock sraps or singlets or anything."

"No jock straps needed."  Since I was back to staring at coach's beautiful
meat, he used it to point towards the bed.  Again I pulled my eyes away from
his tool and saw two singlets, mine and coach's, folded neatly on the bed.
How much in adavance had these men planned for me?

"First you're going to put mine on me, then you can put your own on.  Then
we'll get down to business."

I walked to the bed and picked up Coach's signature red singlet.  It was
slightly bigger than mine, and showed a little more wear and tear.  I
brought it over to coach who was waiting with his hands on his hips, an
expectant look in his eye.  I knelt down so he could step into it, his
raging hard on so close to my face I could feel its warmth, it's power.
Silently I pulled up the spandex singlet, over his massive hairy thighs.  I
squeeze those tree trunks, and they were solid as boulders.  Coach turned so
I ccould pull the singlet up his back, over that delicious hairy ass that
was actually causing me to salivate.  I don't even know myself anymore,
salivating over a hairy ass hole!  I pull the straps up, letting coach slip
his hands through, feeling his muscular biceps.  When it was on, coach makee
an "ahem" noise and turned around.  He was pointing with both hands at his
crotch.  I looked down and realized that he had cut a perfectly circular
hole out of the crotch.  His thick pubic bush was billowing over the edges
of the circle, but his massive hard cock was stuck underneath it.  It
stretched well across the diameter of the hole and down one thigh.

"Pull 'em out!" he ordered.  Not to anger coach, I reached in and grabbed
his dick where it stretched across the hole.  It snapped out and slapped his
spandex covered abs, then slowly bobbed down unil it was pointing straight
out.  "And my nuts, dumbass," he growled.  I fished into the spandex until
I  found his two heavy, fuzzy nuts.  I pulled them out so that his nice
package was now hanging out like a framed picture.

"Alright, Dirk.  Now go suit up and let's get going."  I walked over to the
bed and picked up that familiar blue and yellow singlet of mine.  I
stretched it out, and noticed that thankfully the crotch of mine was still
intact.  The coach wasn't planning on using my dick then, thank god.
Looking back, I can't belive how stupid of a thought that was.  Coach had no
interest in my dick.  The face of the lion, our school's mascot, looked at
me from the back of my singlet as I stepped into it.  I was excited about
putting on a piece of clothing that wasn't my father's underwear.  It had
been almost 24 hours of nude humiliation.  But once I pulled the singlet up
over my back, I realized that I had been ignorant of what coach was up to.
I could feel the cool air conditioning on my bare ass.  Looking back I saw
that coach had cut a hole that fit my ass perfectly.  How often he had seen
my muscular ass in that singlet, of course he knew just where to make the
cut.  I gulped, now seeing where this was going.

"Alright boy, up on the bed and in the bottom position. That's a position
you'll be getting very used to."  I nodded silently and mounted my father's
bed.  It was still kind of messy, dad didn't make it that morning.  I guess
he had my impending lesson on his mind.  I could smell my father on the
sheets, and it made my dick even harder.  I got on all fours, my ass facing
coach. He must have had a nice view of my recently popped cherry.  He
climbed up behind me and took the position of the top in wrestling.  His
hard cock slid up the crack of my ass, I could feel it throbbing against my
rosebud.  He wrapped one arm under my stomach, and the other on my left
elbow.  He leaned over me, I could feel his chest hair in his singlet on my
bare back.  Then he whispered in my ear, "This is going to be a little
different, Dirk.  Instead of trying to pin you on your back, I'm going to
pin you on your stomach.  And I'm going to use my cock to do it, do you
understand?"

"Uh...huh.  But uh..Coach?  What if you can't pin me?"

Coach slapped my ass hard and laughed at me.  "That's not likely boy.  But
I'll tell you what, if I can't pin you, then I'll let you go free.  No
fucking or anything.  Alright?"

"Thank you, sir."

"Alright, let's go.  One...two...three!"

Coach pulled on my arm and my chest fell flat.  I could feel his big cock in
my crack, just inches from my hole, and that was my motivation.  I quickly
flipped myself over, so that coach was now on top of me, and we were face to
face.  I struggled, wrapped my thighs around coach's thick waist.  He pushed
me down, trying to flip me.

"Open your mouth!"  Coach had that look in his eye that said even though we
were wrestling fair and square, I should still listen to his orders.  I
opened my mouth as we struggled.  Coach, still on top of me, spit a big wad
of spit into my mouth.  "SWALLOW" he commanded, and swallow I did.  Then I
squirmed and moved, both of us strugling, coaches big biceps on my like an
anaconda, his cock like a rattler snake on my stomach.  We turned and
struggled until eventually my head was down by coach's big hairy feet.

"SUCK ON THOSE FEET WHILE I KICK YOUR ASS DIRK!"  Suck on his feet?  No
way!  They were so big and hairy...I couldn't. And yet...I felt my mouth
opening, as if coach's voice had me hypnotized.  And soon I had four of
coach's long, hairy, sweaty toes in my mouth fondling my tongue.  I sucked
on his toes for 10 or 20 minutes as we wrestled, and also ran my tongue up
and down the long, rough soles of his feet.  Eventually I couldn't take it
anymore and I started to squirm down, licking up his hairy thighs as I moved
up.  Finally I got to the hole in his singlet, and his big cock was running
down my nose, his huge balls resting on my forehead.

"Aw, what's the matter boy, all those toes make you hungry for the real
thing?  Well, go ahead and suck it.  I just hope you don't lose your
concentration."  And with that coach's hairy cock slipped halfway down my
throat.  As we struggled I gave him a blow job, allowing his thrusting
movements to face fuck me.  I gagged and coughed, but managed to keep it
together as I moved up more to take in his balls.  Those heavy, hairy, musty
nuts filled my mouth as I groaned around them trying to get on top of him.
And then, slowly, I felt myself becoming intoxicated by his scent, and
before I knew it he had flipped me over.

"Shit!  Shit!"  I started to panic.  I knew that now he had me in this
situation, it was only a matter of seconds until I got the second rage
filled fucking of my life.  I felt coach sneaking down my
body...wait...down?  Where was he going?  And then I felt his hands at the
globes of my ass, pulling them apart.  Then hot breath...and then, BAM,
Coach's tongue was darting into my ass.

"OOOOOOH FUCK!"  I started moaning like a bitch at the combination of
coach's smooth, wet tongue in my hole and his rough, scratchy goatee on my
ass crack.  "CHRIST COACH!"  I felt myself slacken, it was one of the best
feelings of my life.  I was going limp, in heaven with a man's tongue in my
ass.  Again, I had to wonder who I had become.

And then, as coach rammed his tongue into me one last time, my dick lost it
and I shot yet another countless load all inside my own singlet.  I spasmed
and screamed "CHRIST THANK YOU COACH!" as I ejaculated, feeling my warm cum
soak into my spandex.  I came for a long time, and I could hear dad and
Jenny's father downstairs laughing at the noise I was making. Finally I
stopped cumming, and lay there waiting to get up.

Now, during practices coach was always stressing speed. He said in a good
wrestler speed was more important than strength.  And coach gave me the most
clear lesson in this as soon as I stopped cumming.  In a lightening second
coach was up from my ass, and his cock was pushing at my still tight, now
wet hole...but only for a second.  Suddenly the entire lenght of his snake
long cock was in me, to the hilt.

"PINNED YOU BITCH!"
"AHHHHHHHH OH FUCK NO!!!!"

But it was too late.  Coach was already humping me like a wolf in heat, and
he showed no sign of stopping.  I whimpered and cried like the bitch I was,
but curiously when coach pulled out his dick and said "HAD ENOUGH?" I
screamed back "IT'S NEVER ENOUGH SIR!"  And the jackhammering continued.  It
went on for over 45 minutes, and suddenly there was a pounding at the door.

"TIME'S UP, COACH!" came the gruff voice of Jenny's dad.  "MY TURN!"

"JUST UH...FUCK OH GOD...SECOND MORE...FUCK THIS ASS IS TIGHT!"

"Ow!  Fuck yes coach!  Harder!  OOOH FUCK OW!!!"

"LET ME IN NOW!  I PAID FOR HIS ASS JUST LIKE YOU!"

"ALMOST...UGH...DONE...CHRIST...UGH...HERE IT
COMES...GAHHHHHHHHHHHHhh!!!!!"

Spurt after spurt of the coach's thick and creamy daddy cum filled me up.
He was bucking with each spurt, coating my insides once more, mixing his cum
with my dad's like a cocktail.  When his last shuddering spurt had entered
me, he pulled out and slapped my ass.  By this time Jenny's dad was banging
on the door, almost knocking it in.  Coach unlocked the door and Jenny
angrily pushed him aside.  I could do nothing but lay there, several loads
of cum leaking out of my ass, still framed in the hole in my singlet.

"Now get out of here!  It's my time with Dirk, and I've got a hell of a lot
planned for this little shit."  Jenny's dad pushed Coach out, locked the
door and said in his deep, rough voice, "Whatever Coach just did to you is
nothing for what you're about to get from me.  Get ready for the wildest,
craziest, nastiest, most painful and wonderful hour of your young life,
Faggot."

Oh god, what now?  And why did these words make me smile?