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  • Waterboy for a day

    • It was a super hot and lazy summer that year. My older brother was the water boy for the varsity baseball team. One day I was psyched to cover for him while he was getting a tooth pulled. It might cure my boredom. I didn't realize how much work it was, though. The players got all ticked if they didn't have a full cold bottle ready for them at the drop of their bat.

    Even though I was busy running around filling water bottles most of the time, I still couldn't help noticing the muscular players' fine features. I was sheepish and tried not to be obvious about how distracting their bulges or tuft of chest hair sprouting from their v-necks were. They were so rugged. So was the coach. He was a burly guy that had huge furry forearms that gave me pause. I know he saw me looking at them. He took note of my weakness with an almost imperceptible sideways glance. I was scared. His devious scowl made my dick instantly thick and I stumbled. I found myself eye-level with four healthy baskets. Just then two of the guys started adjusting their meat in their cups. I was on all fours with my jaw slacked involuntarily. The pitcher kept talking to the other guys but stepped forward so that his pud was almost grazing my eyebrow. It was electric and I had to cure my paralysis and scramble away. I couldn't think of anything else after that. Instinctively, I wanted what was under those strained pinstriped loins.

    It started pouring, ending practice early and everyone went to the locker room to hit the showers. I had never been in the older guys' section of the locker room. It smelled funny. I wasn't sure what to do. I must have looked vulnerable because when the coach came in he put his hand on my thigh, gave it a quick squeeze and told me that I did good for my first time. I didn't know what to say. He stayed there and moved his hand farther up toward my crotch, wrinkled his caterpillar moustache and looked deeply into my eyes. My heart raced. My throbbing dick was visible against my shorts. He leaned forward and said, "I think there's something else you're gonna be good at." I blinked and he stood up, tugging on the waist band of this pants.

    There were four other players still in uniform in front of their lockers. The coach looked at them in a way that sent them some message. I think they all sensed I wanted to see what they were all packing. They walked over to the bench I was sitting on. The coach stood behind me with his hands on my shoulders and pivoted me parallel with the bench and guided me to lie on my back.

    The coach said, "He's wants to smoke dick. Better feed it to him."

    Before I know it my shorts are gone. The four players already have their drawers around their thick hairy thighs. The smell of their sweaty jocks is in the air. Their dicks are dongs and I'm breathless. I'm afraid it could hurt but I want to risk it.

    The furry brute player starts patting his bone on my cheek. I'm ashamed but I find I can't help wanting that dick on me. I whimper.

    The coach says, "Look at him -- he's fuckin' wantin' it, just like his brother."

    The other guy starts playing with my butt.

    Another puts my hand on his slab. It's so thick and meaty. I feel all around it in total fascination and lust.

    At the same time, the brute pushes his dick past my lips and I move my head in toward it to get as much as I can in. I gag. It stretches my lips wide open. It tastes different and it's a little bit rank. I never want him to take it out though.

    I feel the head of another pud swathing my asshole. It feels huge. It's big, dark and hairy with bulging veins. The coach is watching this all and says, "You'd better give him more -- he's a cock pig."

    I'm high as a kite, my hand is holding a huge set of tight furry nuts and I feel like I'm gonna cream. I squeeze his set and he grunts, "Yeah, you fuckin' cock slut." I almost suffocate because the brute is clasping my head and driving his dick down my throat.

    Then I yelp because the other meathead slammed his bat into me. It really hurts.

    He shouts, "You fuckin' want it, don't you." I relax my ass and mumble, "Yeaaah."

    I close my eyes and the scent of manly men is all around. It's my first time and it's total dick delight. I open my eyes and look up. There are five guys around me, with hyper-sexy stubble and baseball caps and fur. The coach is nearby with his hand on his crotch giving off a smirk.

    The guy I'm giving a hand job to pulls away and says he wants to fuck my ass.

    I can't say anything because I'm busy mowin' down the mighty member in my mouth.

    I'm so close but I never want it to end. I'm in cock heaven.

    The coach says, "Take turns, he's gonna fuckin' squeal."

    I feel the two other guys taking turns, plunging in, swiveling their hips. I wriggle. Their cocks are both huge but they both feel different. It's ecstacy. One of them exclaims, "God that's a sweet tight ass clamping down on my stick!"

    They're grunting and the cock in my mouth is sweet with precum. There's animal energy as we all work in a pounding rhythm.

    Then the coach pulls his pants down and puts his heavy prick on my forehead. He rubs it on the bridge of my nose. I want it. I want all of it on me. I want him to blow his load right there. He slides his furry balls forward and covers my eyes. They're flawless and firm. I've got a dick in my mouth and another canvassing my face. I can't believe it.

    Things are getting furious and I don't know how long I can last.

    The coach says, "He never thought it'd be this good."

    "Look at him lovin' all that dick."

    And that does it. I fuckin' blow an arc of jizz right onto the coach's gorgeous furry chest.

    He gasps and starts spraying huge gobs of cum all over my face, repeatedly grunting, "Unh! Unhhh!!"

    The other guys can't take it either and my mouth stretches to its max while the brute dumps a quart on my tongue.

    I want my ass filled and there it goes, feeling totally huge in my butt. They're having the best orgasm they've had in months. The cock in my hand starts to convulse and I jerk it with more force. I feel it spray a hot dollop on my stomach and he shouts, "Oh yeah!"

    It reeks.

    We're all spent.

    The coach leans down and kisses me on the mouth. I feel his bristly moustache and he swallows me up. He breaks free and whispers, "Tell your brother to bring you with him for tomorrow's practice. Your ass is ours."

    I can only hope so.


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