MEN, MUSCLE, and MAYHEM (17 page)

Billy turned to leave the room, when the coach stopped him. “Where the hell are you going?”

“To put on some sweats,” Billy said.

“Forget the sweats,” the coach said. “Just take off the pads. We’re all men here. Hell, you’ve seen parts of your teammates they’ve never seen themselves every time you girls shower together.”

Billy turned around and took off his practice jersey then his shoulder pads. He was wearing a white T-shirt underneath that was soaked with sweat and clinging to every muscular inch of his torso, but he decided to leave it on. He then took off his shoes and his football pants. Now he was just standing there in a jockstrap that did little to contain his huge basket. His teammates had teased him for years about his big balls and thick swinging dick, so he waited for the usual comments. None came. The coach and new quarterback sort of looked but were all business. Billy was grateful.

“On thirty-two,” Karl said as Billy bent over once again. Karl placed the back of his hand against Billy’s balls and formed a cup with the other facing up, waiting for the ball, and began, “Twelve, sixteen, thirty-two …” and before he could say hike, Billy had launched the ball between his legs, into Karl’s hands and was propelling forward before Karl knew what hit him, dropping the ball.

“They said he was the quickest center ever, Johnston,” Coach Montgomery said with a chuckle as Karl picked up the ball. “He’s already knocked down three guys, and a fourth is gonna grab that ball … Coach Phillips already warned me about you, Greenberg.”

Billy smiled, but he was not the cocky type, so he felt a little sorry for Karl. “Sorry about that. Let’s try it again.”

“You’re gonna take a little getting used to,” Karl said as he wiped some sweat off his brow. “This one on three.”

He bent over again, and Karl began, “Seven, four, twenty-two, three …” and again he dropped the ball as Billy hiked with lightning speed and lurched forward, but this time the coach was standing right in front of him, so he stopped just short of knocking him over.

“Fuck!” Karl said frustrated.

“Greenberg, bend over,” the Coach said. “Watch, Johnston.” And the coach took the quarterback’s position behind Billy. “You gotta slam the back of your hand up there,” and he firmly ‘slammed’ the back of his right hand against Billy’s balls, then formed a cup with the other hand below it waiting for the hike. It wasn’t enough to hurt, just enough to send a shiver up Billy’s spine. “And hold them there. You should place them in just the right position to lift this big sexy ass off the ground.” And with that, he lifted Billy off his feet, leaving the center to use the ball as a support to keep from falling flat on his face. The coach then gently put him back down. “That way, no matter when he hikes the ball, you won’t drop it. Now you try.”

When the coach removed his hands, Billy actually missed them then he realized his dick was starting to swell a bit, and some precum was leaking out. Now, he wished he had gone to get those sweat pants. He hoped that if he continued to sweat as much as he was now, his jock might be too wet for anyone to notice.

“On twenty-three.” Karl resumed his position, this time slamming the back of his hand up Billy’s crotch, then forming a cup with the other hand. He then attempted to lift Billy up, but he couldn’t, so he just began, “Twelve, twenty, sixteen, twenty-three …” and this time he held onto the ball, but not before almost dropping it again.

“You’re getting it … again,” the Coach said.

Billy quickly assumed the position before they could notice the precum or the fact that his dick was starting to grow.

He really wished he could get his sweats.

“On seventeen this time,” Karl said. “Wait a minute; it’s too fucking hot in here.” Then Karl kicked off his shoes, pulled off his sweat pants and removed his shirt, wearing nothing but a jockstrap himself. Billy could see all this when he looked through his legs. Now he knew he was in trouble, for Karl was a brown-skinned god. He then slammed his hand against Billy’s balls, but this time he slid them up and down just a tiny bit. “Damn, your butt is all sweaty,” Karl complained.

“Just get to it,” Coach Montgomery said.

“Thirteen, four, fifty-six, forty-two, forty-three, sixteen, seventeen …”

Billy hiked and lurched forward, and when he turned around, Karl had the ball firmly in his hand and a big smile on his face. He looked over at the coach who had taken off his shirt, and he really worried about that wet spot on his jock.

“Again,” the coach said.

Billy assumed the position for three more hikes. By now, both Billy and Karl were covered in sweat, and he had finally removed his own wet T-shirt. On the fourth try, Billy waited for the familiar ‘slam’ of Karl’s hand, but it didn’t come.

Instead, he felt something soft and realized it was Karl’s tongue on his ass!

“Oh man, I just couldn’t help myself,” Karl said between licks. “I couldn’t stare at this beautiful butt a minute longer.”

Billy looked up and saw the coach’s bare feet in front of him. With his hands still on the ball, he looked up, and Coach Montgomery was standing there wearing nothing, not even a jock, and his long thick, dark brown cock was pointing straight out above Billy’s head. The coach then squatted down, looked the surprised center in the eyes, and said, “You are one beautiful man.” Then, he planted his thick full lips on Billy’s, and they made out, swapping spit and encircling each other’s tongues. He never took his hands off the ball, and he no longer worried about the wet spot as his jock was one sticky mess with the coach’s tongue in his mouth and Karl’s all over his ass.

Karl reached up and grabbed the waistband of Billy’s jock to pull it off, or at least he tried for the center’s dick was so big and hard, it was making it difficult. Karl reached between Billy’s thighs and freed the obstruction, giving the sweat and precum coated dick a nice stroking while he removed the jock with the other hand and never letting his tongue leave the hot ass in front of him.

The coach continued to make out with him, and Billy didn’t want him to stop, but the coach left the center’s mouth for just a second, and replaced his tongue with his long, thick cock. Billy finally let go of the ball and grabbed the backs of Coach Montgomery’s thighs.

No one said a word. There were slurps and moans of satisfaction, but nothing needed to be said.

Billy’s ass suddenly felt cool as Karl stopped licking it, slid between the center’s thighs and flipped over on his back. He then grabbed Billy’s butt and pulled him toward him until the center’s enormous cock was aiming at his mouth, and Billy did as directed until he felt the warmth of the quarterback’s mouth on his dick. But this position didn’t quite work, so Karl slid from between his legs, stood and guided Billy over to one of the massage tables. He made Billy lie down on his back. The quarterback then bent over and with easy access gave Billy the wettest, most sensual blowjob of his young life, and it was a good thing he had a wide mouth to accommodate Billy’s legendary cock. The coach stood near Billy’s head and stuck his cock back into the center’s mouth.

Karl was stroking his dick and about to blow, when he announced, “Who wants it?”

“I do,” the coach said, and with that he bent over just in time for the quarterback to stroke his cock one more time, aiming it at the coach’s mouth. Coach Montgomery then took Karl’s dick gladly and swallowed every bit of the young quarterback’s tasty load.

“My turn. Take it Greenberg,” and the coach blew his huge load into Billy’s mouth, which brought him closer to the edge. Billy made sure to get every drop, and the coach did not deny him any.

“Who gets mine?” Billy panted as he let the coach’s cock slip from his mouth. Neither the coach nor the quarterback said a word; they just both went down on his throbbing cock, swapping spit between them, and when he shot, one mouth was on it, then the other, and back and forth until he was spent.

The coach looked down at Billy and said, “This is how I like for my center and quarterback to know each other intimately.”

FOOTBALL DADDIES

Dan and Bobby had played football together for close to thirty years, from peewee, through high school and finally on the same pro team and always on the offensive line. When Dan decided before he turned forty-two that it was time to retire, Bobby came to the same conclusion within minutes. He couldn’t imagine playing the game without his best friend around, especially since they had been lovers for the past fifteen years. But, they didn’t know what to do in retirement? A lot of football players went into the restaurant business or lent their names to other service industry venues, but Dan and Bobby had no interest in that. Their decision became easier when they heard of a gym that was up for sale in their hometown because the owner had died and his kids had no intention of running it.

They flew down to Elkhart, North Carolina, a small town most maps ignore, and made an offer on the old place. The heirs were more than happy to unload the business and accepted their price without hesitation. Dan and Bobby paid cash and found themselves in the gym business.

Once they found a place to rent until they decided where to live permanently, they began the work of renovating what would become the D&B Fitness Factory. This was one of those old-time gyms with benches, free weights, no machines to speak of, and only a couple of stationary bikes serving as cardio equipment. There were mirrors on all the walls and an open shower room that could accommodate eight people at a time.

The work began with getting rid of all the old equipment, so they donated it to an organization that sends fitness gear to developing countries. They ordered all new benches, rubber coated plates, a few basic machines and a couple of treadmills and arc trainers. Their goal was to keep the gym as ‘old-school’ as possible. They figured if they tried to go fancy, they would not be able to compete with the ‘pretty boy’ club in the next town.

Elkhart may have been a small town, but football was huge there. Dan and Bobby weren’t the only former residents to go pro. Many of their former teammates bought property near the coast, which was only a thirty minute drive from where they were, and once they opened for business, the D&B Fitness Factory filled up every day with quite a few muscle daddies.

Dan and Bobby were all too happy to offer a gym their fellow gray hairs could enjoy. Dan stood over six feet and weighed over 250 pounds of solid muscle with a fifty-inch chest, nineteen-inch arms and maintaining a thirty-six-inch waist, all covered in salt and pepper fur from his head to his feet. Bobby was smooth, but no less impressive with a shaved head to match. He stood barely five-ten, weighed almost 225 pounds, but had just as much muscle as Dan with an even broader chest and bigger biceps, but he carried a few inches around his belly. He had one of those tight bellies that many a boy finds sexy. Dan loved Bobby’s belly and would come on it every chance he could get. They were both also hung very nicely and circumcised with big round balls, making for a beautiful sight in the bedroom.

The gym was doing very well as they had tapped into a market that the mega-gyms were ignoring. It also helped that they did not require that their members wear shirts, only proper footwear and shorts as long as they cleaned off the equipment after each use. Dan and Bobby did this mostly for their own entertainment since they both enjoyed watching big men get all sweaty and pumped. Even with the lenient rules, the place was kept immaculate, especially the shower room, which was no small feat considering some of the action rumored to be occurring in there especially before the 10:00 pm closing time.

Dan and Bobby had not engaged in any of the antics but had witnessed a few while they were working. They had hired a college senior, who was getting a degree as a physical therapist, to work the evening hours, so they could have a life outside the business, and he was a very hard worker. Miles was also an offensive lineman in high school, who decided not to play college ball for reasons he never explained, so Bobby and Dan took a special liking to him. At twenty-two years old, Miles was already as big as many of the pros, standing at over six-foot-four and over 260 pounds with a solid frame holding a fifty-two-inch chest and twenty-inch arms. He was not only big and muscular, but he was devastatingly handsome as well with dark features, curly black hair and covered in just a touch of curly black fur. When he smiled, men and women melted regardless of their sexual inclinations.

Dan joked that he didn’t care how competent he was; Miles had the job the second he applied. What made him even more appealing was his lack of attitude or ego. Miles was a damn hard worker and kept the gym spotless and in order. He never engaged in ‘activities,’ nor did he do anything inappropriate. He was quiet and respectful with a pleasant demeanor. He only made one request. Miles wanted to be able to work out after the gym closed for the evening since this would not interfere with his studies. Dan and Bobby suspected Miles was a bit of a loner, for he never received personal calls, was seen texting or had any buddies come by the gym to visit. They wanted to invite him over for dinner, but somehow never got around to it. What they did learn was that his parents died when he was very young and that he was raised by his grandmother, who recently died. He had no other family and lived in the apartment where he was raised.

Dan and Bobby would usually work out mid-day when the gym was the least busy, but this became a hassle as the business of running a business takes more time than people realize, so they decided to try working out at 4:00 am before they opened. This lasted only a couple of days because getting up at 3:00 am was nearly impossible, too. That was when Dan suggested they follow Miles’s lead and work out after hours. This would work since they hired Bobby’s nephew to open for them during the week, and they could come in around 7:00 am. Bobby’s nephew was competent but not worth the trouble of describing since he spent most of his time at work surfing the net and texting his girlfriend. He was just there to occupy space until Dan and Bobby came in. Miles left the place in such order that there was nothing to do in the mornings, and Bobby told Miles that he knew his nephew was useless, but he needed him for those two hours, so he and Dan could get some rest. Miles never complained. And, Dan and Bobby would keep the place in order while they worked and tended to the business as well.