Chad's Owner was an infrequent bather, he would go days without showering just letting his massive, hairy body soak in the stank. This didn't bother Chad one bit, at least not when he awoke to the straining bulge of Coach Sinclair's towering club of man meat. The fat gym teacher's morning wood was fully erect, and pulled the speedo away from his fat, hairy stomach. Absentmindedly, Coach reached a paw down to scratch at his scraggly funk, calmly stroking his rock hard junk. The former jock was already stretched as it was from his Owner's sheer size, but his eight inch man cock was nothing to scoff at. Chad's face was spread by the fat, chode-like head of Sinclair's blunt fuck stick. Precum stained the black fabric white, and Chad greedily slurped up the excess manseed.
He was hooked on fucking jock man cum, preferably a bare assed gang-bang fuck feast. Yea, a nice fucking creamy from six or seven different sloppy seconds.
But not with this fucking old dick. No, Chad wanted young, virile flesh to play with and torment. But for now the tight homo speedo massaged his Owner's dick, while ducking himself into his hairy hole. Sinclair fucked his hand as Chad drove his 'cock' into coach's fat dank shit hole, dribbles of leftover creampie from last night's bar fuck.The pair rode Coach's orgasm together, cum filling Chad to the brim. It was Saturday, and coach had nothing to do all weekend but lounge about the house.
Standing, Coach stretched in the Alabama morning air. Reaching down Sinclair untucked his cock from beneath his muscle gut, letting the five inch semi drape over the front of his jet-black banana-hammock speedo. His cock dribble precut down his hairy thigh.
Sinclair rocked his cock all day and night that weekend. Working up a sweat in his home gym and watching faggot orgy pornos in the living room at full blast.
He ate cereal for breakfast, with some eggs and a glass full of milk. Then munched on a bag of potatoes chips and cooked some hamburger helper for lunch. For dinner he called Domino's, large pepperoni pizza, delivery.
The car pulled up and out stepped one of Coach's students, James. With a grin Coach answered the door as he was, dick hanging over Chad the speedo.
James looked surprised, but a large grin plastered his face moments later.
"Yo, nice tool bro." The Pizza Guy said with a laugh. " Just hanging with your wang out, Coach?"
"You know it buddy, just sucking my hand to some bareback flicks on the big screen, pounding down some brews. How's about you join me. I'd fuck you all weekend long babe."
"Fuck sir, only if you let me eat you ass out Coach.
"You know what they say about all this Alligator-Faggot humidity, don'tcha kid?" Sinclair asked, looking at his student. James' cock stirs in his jogging pants, his eyes burn with lust from just beneath his deliver guy cap. He was tall and lank, but still built with a solid layer of muscle, and he ate Coach's nude body up. James was on the basketball team, not the football team like Chad, but the jock held a great deal of respect for Coach. Especially with that thick, tree-funk of a cock.
"Yea I do, Coach. So steamy, gators can't help but fuck a bro or two." The young teenager stepped into Sinclair's living room. The two fucking to the soundtrack of a gay orgy.
Sinclair wore Chad the entire time, even keeping him hosted on his thighs when James went to town on his hairy taint.
On Monday, Coach role out of bed, his dick pulling from James' stretched jock butt. He threw on a pair of sweats and a loose tank top and drove to the high school reeking of sex. He walled into his office and pealed off chad, laying him on the desk. He's slid back on his sweatpants, loving the feeling of going commando.
The swim team arrived promptly at 6, and Coach watched them file in from behind his desk, pretending to do paper work while concealing a boner. He watched all the bare boy butts as they disrobed and changed into their speedos. He though of James, back at his apartment tied to the bed post and gaged with his own cumstained jock.
They were all quick to change. By 6:30 the locker room was empty and all the jock were in the pool, save for one.
Someone had stolen Rick's speedo out of his locker, and he stood forlornly in front of his locker before walking over to Coach Sinclair's office.
"Coach?" Rick asked, standing naked, arms crossed in front of his muscled chest.
"Yes Rick?" Coach asked from behind his desk. He was doing some sort of paper work.
"Someone leeched my speedo."
"So what do you want to do."
"I'll swim fucking bareass, let whatever homo took my trunks get a treat to the whole package, front and center stage."
"You can't swim buck ass. Less you want Coach to rail you with my massive cock." Sinclair said, standing up to show Rick his massive tent.
Rick's cock twitched. It was more than eight inches long, flaccid.
"What do you want me to do Coach?" The young jock asked, his dick starting to chubb the fuck out.
"I want you to put on my speedo, and let me ride you bareback."
"Ok, Coach."
"Shut the door."
Rick shut the door, pulling sweat and cumstained Chad up his smooth muscular legs. Sinclair lined his cock up with Rick's virgin jock hole, and pressed in.
The sound of the lifeguard's whistle signaling another lap drowned out Rick's moan as Coach took him doggystyle on his office table. Chad slurping up Rick's teenage precum, thinking of how perfect a host Rick will be for gang bangs and creameries. He can think of a whole pool full of men to dump seed into Rick's whore man cunt.