Coach Wilcox was sitting at his desk after practice going ov..

Coach Wilcox was sitting at his desk after practice going over his notes on who was going to start on the big game this coming week, when there was a knock on his office door. “Come in,” the coach barked. “Coach, do you have a minute,” Randy the team number two quarterback poked his head around the door. “Come in Randy,” the coach put his papers aside. Randy entered the office and closed the door behind him. The jock was still in his practice gear of shoulder pads, maroon jersey and thin maroon shorts. The jersey was struck up under his pads to show off his smooth, ripped stomach. Randy was proud of his abs. The workout shorts were also rolled up to show off the thigh tattoo on his left leg. “What can I do for you, Randy,” the coach asked. “I was wondering if you made up your mind who you are going to start on this weekend's game,” Randy was obviously nervous. “Well, not yet, Randy,” the coach leaned back on his chair and put his hands on the back of his head. He knows that Randy and Colt, the starting quarterback, were rivals on and off the field. Colt had injured his ankle during the last game, not seriously but enough for the coach to debate starting the quarterback in the upcoming game. “Is there anything I can do to help you make up your mind? I'm ready to start, Coach. Very ready,” Randy looked desperate. “What you have in mind, Randy,” the coach leaned back in his chair. Randy then hooked his thumbs into his shorts and pulled them down, revealing his jockstrap. The bulge was impressive in the jock pouch, showing off that boy was rock hard and definitely ready. “Well, I see,” the coach stood up and walked around the desk. Randy could see the bulge tenting coach’s khakis. Coach traced his fingers over Randy’s tight waist as he slowly circled the boy. The jockstrap perfectly framed Randy’s plump, youthful ass. Coach then gave the firm round behind a hard slap, causing Randy to jump and move his hand to cover his stinging ass cheeks. “You came in here, tempting me with that boy pussy of yours,” the coach asked as he slapped the right ass cheek. “Please, Coach,” Randy cried out. Coach then slapped the left cheek. “Please, stop, I made a mistake, Coach,” Randy bent over to pull up his shorts. He inadvertently exposed his sweet, virgin hole as he bent over to pull up his shorts. “You made no mistake boy. I know what you want,” the coach pushed Randy face down on the desk. Randy’s tight, bubble ass was exposed and facing him. The coach opened his pants and pulled out his thick, 9” cock, while Randy gripped the corners of the desk. His hard boy cock was trapped in the jockstrap and pressed between the hard desk’s surface and his own body. Coach stepped away to pull out a bottle of lube from his desk. He always keeps a tube ready for occasions like this. Randy had an opportunity to run but the good jock boy remained laying face down on the desk. His long muscular legs spread. The coach aimed the tube at the tight virgin boypussy and squeezed a generous amount of lube into the jock. The starting position for the quarterback spot had became a competition on who was a better fuck. Colt wasn’t at practice today because he could barely walk after taking the coach’s cock up his golden boy pussy last night. Now little Randy was taking his turn. “Relax, boy,” the coach whispered as he pushed down on the middle of Randy’s back while pushing his thick cock into the jockpussy. Tears welled in Randy’s eyes as the cock pushed deeper into his hole, stretching it. Randy wanted to cry out but knew that his friends and teammates were still in the locker room next to the coach’s office. In fact as he turned his head, he saw the one way mirror on the office wall looking out at the locker room and showers. He saw his naked teammates walking to and from the showers. Their hard bodies dripped with sweat or water. He let out a low grunt as the coach’s monster cock found his prostate. His own cock began to throb under him, still trapped in his jockstrap. The pain faded and was replaced with pleasure. Randy began to push his ass backwards for more. The coach had to give it to Randy, he might not be the biggest or toughest guy on the team but he was one hell of a fuck. Coach grabbed hold of the waistband of Randy’s jockstrap as he rammed in and out of the quarterback. Randy was taking every thrust and pounding. The coach’s program produces the toughest and best players in the conference and no one truly knows his secret. The coach used the jockstrap like reins as he rode the jock’s ass. Randy’s eyes were rolled back into his eyes as his mouth hung out in a long deep, low moan. As he got fucked, the jock boy was using his ass muscles to flex around the older man’s cock, pulling Coach deeper into him. Coach pulled Randy by his curly hair and made the jock watch his teammates through the one way mirror. If they only knew what was going on in the office, Randy thought. He saw his friends Tanner and Jayden walking naked into the showers, their plump, smooth asses flexing as they walked. Randy wondered if the coach had fucked them. Not only were the two muscle jocks on the football but also on the wrestling team. The very thought of the coach dominating and using the entire team sent the jock over the edge. “Fffuck, ugh,” Randy cried out. He didn’t care if anyone heard him outside in the locker room or not. His tight anal muscles clamp down on the coach’s cock as his entire body spasmed from the intense orgasm. He came hard and long into the pouch of his jockstrap. The cum leaked and soaked through the jock onto the coach’s desk. The coach thrusted all the way into the jockboy and held on to the narrow tight hips, enjoying the feel of the boypussy around his cock. He soon followed Randy and came deep inside the jock’s ass. Finally the coach pulled out of the jock boy and gave Randy’s ass a hard slap. “Thanks coach,” Randy stood up. His ass was hurting and he felt the coach’s cum running down his hamstrings. “Does it mean I get to start Saturday,” Randy asked in excitement. “I'm afraid not. I still have some thinking to do,” the coach pulled up his pants and stuck away his cock. “Oh,” Randy replied feeling disappointed and used. He pulled up his shorts and turned toward the door to leave. “Randy, you forgot something,” the coach was standing behind his desk. Randy looked down and saw the pool of cum on the desk. “Lick it up boy,” the coach pointed and ordered in his stern voice. Randy knew better than to argue. He bent over and began to lick his own cum off the desk.