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Within moments the room began to dim and Tom was either asleep or dreaming that he was.  He was so relaxed, everything except his big cock.  Tom thought he saw a smile on Coach's face, but his mind was awash and he was sure he was dreaming.  Coach walked over to the cot and Helped Tom onto his knees, then moved his shoulders down, an his head to one side.  Odd, Tom felt totally comfortable. Then Tom felt a hand pulling at his ass, then two, then a warm breath on his hole as the hands tried to open his crack even wider.  It wasn't long and a something wet was at Tom's hole.  He couldn't see and didn't know what it was.  He knew it felt amazing.  Tom tried to talk but only moaned.  "You like that, boy?"  Coach asked.  mmmmmm was all Tom could manage.  "If you like that you will like what is coming even more, it was Coaches voice.  Coach used his wet tongue to poke and poke at that hairy hole.  Tom's responses were only more moans.  Soon, Coach had opened a nice bottle of the slickest lube known to man.  Coach said, "You ready for a finger or two or four, boy?"  Tom only moaned in answer.  Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Coach worked his index finger into Tom's puckering hole.  Amazingly, it responded by winking like an eye as the finger came out.  After a few more single digit penetrations, Coach added his middle finger.  Tom's moans egged him on.  Soon it was three fingers. By the time Coach added a thumb with his pinky finger out like on a teacup, Tom was open.  Beautiful cunt was all Coach could think.  

The plan was working.  Tom would remember only the pleasure tomorrow, believing it was all a dream and beg coach for more of his sleep potion.  But first things first.  Coach had a big hand but was determined to get inside the 19 year old's ass with his hand.  He would dig for the quarterback's prostrate and milk him.  He will pump that prostate like a squeeze bulb forcing out quarterback juice.  Slowly, patiently, Coach opened the beautiful hole wider and wider until, Eureka, the whole hand slid in.  Coach saw the boy in extasy as his prostate was pushed and pumped and prodded.  Soon, the flow began and coach was going to keep it flowing.  After 2 hours, the player seemed spent.  Coach slid his hand out, pulled the soaked towel out from under the boy, and lay him down.  Surprisingly or not, the quarterback's cock remained rock hard.  In the morning, Coach would double the dose in Tom's juice.  

Coach was up and ready at 6am.  He woke Tom at 6:30.  Tom was so groggy and Coach handed him a cup of his special coffee, this time with a stimulant.  He ushered Tom to his bunk in the dormitory.  Tom lay down in time for the blast of the 7 am wakeup.

More to come if you want it.

Part 3

Saturday night was the full team meeting with a  campfire, jokes, stories, and confessions.  The evening passed quickly and coach broke out a cooler full of near beer.  Low alcohol content and sudsy head.  The guys continued to laugh and joke until coach said hit the hay.  The bunk room was wide open with no separation from one bunk to another.  Between bunks was passing space.  Rule was guys slept head to toe on the bunks.  Looking across the space didn't show faces only feet of neighboring bunk.  It was a warm night.  Tom said he needed a shower as he always wore a fur coat.  He took off for the communal showers with soap, shampoo, and towels.  When he got to shower he had all he could do to not rub one out.  His dick pointed up at the stars and stayed hard even under cold water.  It would be a long night, maybe he could get with Jan late Sunday night.  It was his only hope.  He had sworn, along with the other guys, not to jack off.  While the water was running cold, he saw coach come in with his towels and soap.  Coach had shower shoes.  Tom stood there trying to cover his tool.  Coach only said, "Hard up, Tom?"  Then he moved to a shower head two down from Tom.  Tom switched the water back to hot, stepped out, and toweled dry.  He ran his fingers thru his head hair and headed to his cot.  Sleep would allude him.  

Coach was up before the rest.  He had brewed coffee and was waiting for the 7am wake up for the others.  Tom who had not really slept got out of bunk.  He saw coach who said, "Coffee, Tom."  Tom never drank coffee but said, "I never tried it, but I guess I will."  Coach asked,"Milk, sugar, or both."  Tom asked how coach drank his, he answered with a sweetener, no milk.   Tom tried the same.  Odd, the sweetener was a blue tablet.  Coach dropped it in and stirred to dissolve it.  Tom wasn't sure he liked coffee after the first taste but drank it down.  

About this time team heard the blast for wake up.  They rose and began to prep for another day of camp.  PT is what coach, a former Marine, called it.  They worked up a sweat, went to breakfast, and began another day of games and water sports.  In one of the down times, Tom went to coach and said, "Coach, I have a problem."  Coach replied, "Tom, it shows.  That dick is ever ready."  Tom said, "Yes, sir.  And now it is leaking.  What can I do?"  Coach said go for a swim in the cold lake.  Tom had tried cold shower, shrugged and headed for the lake.  Guys were playing water polo.  One of them said, "We get Tom on our team, he has a built in polo stick"

Tom reddened but laughed with the crowd.  By night, Tom was totally miserable.  He went to coach again and coach said, "I don't approve of drugs, but you have to get some sleep. I'll give you my herbal sleep tablet.  Come down to my room when the guys are asleep.  i don't want them to see me give it to you."  Tom thanked coach and headed to bunk.  When all was quiet with just a few snores, Tom stealthily moved out to Coach's door.  It was ajar.  Tom whispered, "Coach."  

Coach's yeah, come in bud was same as at coach's office.  Tom opened the door to the dimlly lit room.  There was a second cot.  Coach said, "If you take this, I will have to watch you for 45 min to see how it works on you.  Tom said, "Please, SIR,  I have to have some relief. from this dick."  He handed Tom the capsule.  Tom took it, Coach said, "lie down."  

More to come, Will Tom?

More to come.  Just busy at work.

Part 2.

Tom's play in that Friday night game was flawless.  The team shut out the opponent.  They showered, picked up the bags and headed to board the bus.  It was a new bus driver who really didn't know the guys and they didn't know him.  After about 15 min on the road, a few players were dozing.  Tom only wished he had had time for an ice bath.  Although he did a great job on the field, he had a problem between his legs.  That ice bath would have taken care of it.

As the bus pulled up there were few lights on.  Coach preceded the boys into the building.  Dorm A was for Seniors, B was for remaining players.  A was much nicer than B, but the younger guys expected it to be so.  Coach called a quick meeting as he handed out locker keys and bed assignments.  Neither dorm had a direct exit to the outside.  Everyone entered and left through the main reception area.  Staff was off duty for the night and would return at 7 in the morning.  The guys sat patiently in the reception hall waiting for the talk about rules.  They were always the same.  No one leaves the building after lights out.  Wake up would be 7 and breakfast at 7:30.  PT at 8:30 and then canoes, swimming, a few pickup games and cards.

Coach had each player bring a Tervis lidded mug.  He wanted plenty of fluids to avoid dehydration.  Coach never let guys share.  Too much danger of an infection among the entire team.  He filled the mugs with sports drinks himself.  Collected them and refilled them every two hours.  Unbeknownst to the team, he would add a little something extra to intensify the team's ability to concentrate on the business at hand.  But Tom always got a little something extra, something coach had cooked up a mixture of sexual stimulants.  He knew Tom would never be less than half hard and much of the time, rock hard.  Coach knew that Tom was 19 and fair game.  He also knew he could make Tom want some private Tom with Coach.   

Saturday morning passed.  The guys broke into groups, some swimming.  Tom wanted to canoe and too Reed, his favorite receiver with him.  The paddled leisurely around the lake arriving at a quiet cove.  Reed hat set his watch alarm so they wouldn't miss the next 2 hour dose of sports drink.  The day was unusually warm and the boys wore only shorts.  Each had applied sunscreen and helped the other with back.  Tom noticed a tingling as Reed rubbed the sunscreen on him .  Odd he had never felt that before, but worse was the total hardening of his constantly half-hard cock .  He chalked it up to not getting any from the girl for too long.  Reed just kept saying, Tom you are the hairiest guy I have ever seen.  Your shoulders and back are hairy.  Your front is a fur coat and your arms and legs are covered.  Are you sure you aren't one of those mythical creatures, you know man top goat bottom. Tom replied that he was just virile and check feet, hairy but not hooves.   Reed gave him a shoulder bump and laughed.  

Paddling back to the camp, the guys talked about futures.  Both wanted to go to college.  Reed said the pussy would be wild and free.  Tom felt a drop of precum ooze out with that.  Damn, that cock was rock hard again.  He had to get in Jan's pussy and soon.  But he knew Monday would be with coach.  He'd have to find time to get Jan out for a ride in the country.  Then he'd ride her like one of those goat legged creatures with big cocks

Lucky for Tom, his parents held him back a year to start kindergarten.  They knew he would be a football star and knew the extra year to develop would make him bigger and stronger than his fellow high school seniors.  At 19 when football practice began his senior year, Tom was a good specimen.  He wasn't hugely muscular, but well muscled, great arms, and hands. At just over 6 feet tall, with very dark hair and deep brown eyes he was a sight to behold.  

There was no question who would be the captain of the team that year.  It would be Tom.  Coach always had a series of meetings with his captain to produce strategy and modify plays for the best effect on the field.  So it became a routine that after practice once a week, coach and captain would watch films, and critique.  It really cramped Tom's style when coach moved the meetings to Mondays.  It was always a short practice and Tom had reserved that night for Jan, his girlfriend of 2 years.  Monday was the night her parents would be away until after midnight and Tom knew he would empty his big balls.  As practice started 1st week of August, and games didn't start until 1st week of September.  Tom hadn't gotten his rocks off in more than three weeks.  ,

Each night he would head for the shower in the basement where he would jack his big cock until he produced two loads.  Carefully washing the evidence down the floor drain.  It helped but Tom needed more.  He needed pussy.  Oh, coach was killing him.

By week one, the team was a well-piled machine.  They expected a win on Friday night at home.  After the game, the team would have a retreat at a camp a few miles into the country.  It had dormitory space, a kitchen, meeting rooms, a pool, workout rooms.  The team would spend Saturday and Sunday.  Sunday night would have a mandatory study hour and then they would leave for home.   

The chems show up in next phase.  Should I go on with this?

ONe of the best stories ever.  I love Dubcon's stories too

I want Trevor Brooks.  Is that too much to ask for?

Looking for loads of loads, willing to drive a couple of hours for them

Waiting for more

On 12/28/2023 at 9:42 PM, ErikRaw said:

I always had a great time there!

had a tall muscle boy start kissing me, reached under my towel and felt the PA.  his eyes got wide.  he dropped to his knees and started blowing me.  as soon as I was hard he backed right up on me.  that hole was hot, velvety, and talented.  pulled the cum out of me right there in the hallway.

I can't blame him.  I can't blame you.  Steamworks is a great place.

When in Chicago always visit Steamworks!  Great place to take loads

He should be on Breeding zone

1 hour ago, rublthlad said:

He’s a very sexy guy, would love to meet him

He sure knows how to enjoy a ride on a fist

5 hours ago, Konrad said:

I don't know but man, he could take me anytime!

I'd meet him in that woods

Just now, mjkuhl said:

 

Dalton might be a little less hot after becoming a slampig, but still would stop traffic

2 hours ago, vpt1992 said:

What I would imagine Dalton looks like:

First time:

At the pool party:

Finally, after the boy is hooked with Tina:

Still my favorite story

7 hours ago, myDNA4u said:

Twice yesterday.  First in the garage at Sawmill campground north of Tampa and later that evening on the trails at Sawmill.  Being both an exhibitionist and a voyeur,  public sex is a major turn on. 

Want to get to Sawmill for a few days of pure mansex

THis afternoon at 3 pm behind a dumpster at Lowe's Cape Coral.  Fun.  

Anyone heard of this hottie?

I'll bottom for them.  

Once a guy starts, it becomes difficult to stop.  Being busted is addictive!  I love it.

On 9/23/2023 at 9:43 PM, partying.hard said:

There has been a lot of dichotomy in my life, including my years in high school.  I was the popular big man on campus … but they thought I was gay.  (I was raised in the South, and that combination didn’t compute.)  I lettered in high school sports … but I was gay.  I was the jock who fucked the cheerleaders, but also sucked and fucked my teammates (who weren’t gay 🙄).

They just didn’t know what to make of me!

Perfect combination!   Always great to get a straight guy's ass

great start

Hoping for more.  The steam room is a great place for the activity