Tangled Sheets (23 page)

Taking the jock off, I balled it up and went over to the bed. Gripping the waistband of Mike's boxers, I ripped them cleanly down the center. His cock sprang up from his belly, and I grabbed it, gripping the shaft painfully in the hand covered by the batting glove. “Looks like you lose,” I said. Mike was silent, looking at me like he wanted to rip my heart out. I squeezed his dick again, sliding my hand up and down the shaft. “Time for a little coaching session.”

The next thing I felt was Mike spitting on me, a wet spray slamming into my cheek. “Go screw yourself,” he said evenly.

I put my hand to my cheek and felt the thin film of spit on skin. He hadn't really tried very hard, just enough to defy me. He knew he would pay for it later, and the thought aroused me. It also made me a little mean. Bringing my hand away from my cheek, I slapped Mike hard across the mouth. I saw his face tighten and felt his cock jump in my hand, and knew it had excited him.

“Don't you ever disobey Coach again, boy,” I said menacingly. “Or it's back to the bench for good. Now, just to make sure nothing like that ever happens again, I think I'll have to find something to keep your mouth shut.” Picking up the jock, I shoved the filthy thing between his lips. He gagged as he got a taste of the funky crotch, but after a minute he was sucking on the fouled pouch, tasting my piss and old cum.

“That's right,” I said, jerking his cock slowly. “Chew on coach's jock. You taste that cum? That's from all the other boys I've fucked in the locker room before you. Stuck my big dick right up their asses and shot my load while they squealed for me to stop, just like I'm going to do to you later if you're a good boy. Made them suck my prick first, too. But you're not going to get any of this meat. Not after the way you behaved.”

Mike's cock was throbbing in my hand as I talked to him, and I milked drop after drop of sticky lube from his piss lips. “Think about it,” I told him as I jerked him off. “Imagine coach bending some nice sweet ass over the changing bench and sliding his cock right up that rosy butthole. Picture the guy's knuckles turning white as I stretch his hole out wider and wider and he grips the wood to keep steady. Think about his balls and cock slapping his stomach every time I drive home inside him.”

Mike started to moan, thrusting his hips against my hand. I could tell he was close to shooting as he imagined me fucking some other man. I teased him some more. “Can't you just feel your asshole gripping my tool?” I whispered. “Can't you just feel yourself sliding up and down this big fucking cock, you little whore? Maybe I should let the whole team have a turn at your fucking slutty ass, let them all stick their big pieces of man meat in you while I make you lick my asshole. You'd like that, wouldn't you?”

Mike's whole body was tight with anticipation as he fucked my hand. His eyes were closed, and he was mouthing the jock wildly as I worked on his prick. He was only seconds from spraying his load all over my forearm when I stopped suddenly. His eyes flew open, begging me to bring him off. I could hear him whining for me to carry him over. Instead, I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Sorry, but Coach has some things to do in the office. Why don't you just lie here while he takes care of them. Then, if you've learned your lesson, he just might be nice to you when he gets back.”

I stood up, leaving him thrashing around on the bed. Taking two more ties from the drawer, I grabbed his legs and secured his ankles to the other end of the bed, so that he was lying helpless, his mouth filled with my dirty jock and his cock stiff and waiting between his legs with no way for him to bring himself off. He was still screaming at me through the material blocking his throat as I walked into the living room and turned on the television.

I turned up the volume on the game broadcast just enough so that he could hear it without being able to make out the words. I knew he was going nuts tied to the bed and missing the Series, and the thought made me horny as hell. I sat through two innings, thinking about him and stroking my cock to the point of exploding several times, each time stopping before I came. The batting glove I was wearing scratched my shaft deliciously, and by the time the last out was called, my balls were blue with frustration and I was ready for a good workout with Mike's ass.

When I went back into the bedroom, his cock was just as stiff as it had been when I'd left. I could tell by the way the bedclothes were messed up and by the redness of the skin around his wrists and ankles that he had tried hard to get away. I stood by his head and let my cock hang close to his mouth while I stroked it some more, a few drops of dick slime falling onto the jock. “Great game,” I said. “Score's three to five, but I can't remember who's ahead. Too bad you're missing it.”

Mike said something through his gag that I couldn't make out. I pulled the jock from his mouth, and he breathed in great gulps of air. “I am going to fucking kill you,” he shouted. “This is really fucking cruel.”

I tugged on his balls, making his cock slap against his stomach. “Big words,” I said, “But this tells me you want something else.” He shut up. I tossed the jock on the bedside table and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist so that I was sitting on his prick. “Now keep quiet and I won't have to gag you again.”

Grabbing the neck of his T-shirt, I ripped it down the center, just as I had done to his shorts. As it fell away, I saw his beautiful chest, the small pink nipples poking up from the nest of hair that went right up to his neck. He was really beautiful, all tied up like that, and I wanted to fuck him badly. I pinched one between my fingers and felt him rise up beneath me. “Oh, you like that, do you?” I said.

Mike didn't answer, so I pinched his tit harder, making him cry out a little. “Do you like that?” I asked again.

“Yes,” he moaned. “Yes, Coach, I like that.”

“Much better,” I said, and started massaging his tits the way I knew would drive him crazy, pinching the nipples while I pulled them out. Soon he was groaning loudly, telling me not to stop. His cock between my cheeks was beating steadily as blood pumped into it. My own prick was stretched out along the valley of his belly, pointing right up at his chest as I worked him over. The feeling of it sliding along his soft fur was maddening, like a hundred fingers jerking me off at once.

“Please,” he moaned. “Please don't stop.”

“Why should I do anything for you?” I asked, ceasing my tit play. “You haven't been a very good team player today.”

“I'll be good,” he said breathlessly. “I'll do anything for you, Coach.”

“Like what?” I said.

“Suck your dick,” he whined. “I'll suck your dick.”

I thought for a few seconds, letting him wait. “No,” I said. “Not yet. Something else.”

Mike whimpered softly as he thought. “I'll eat your ass,” he said quietly. “Please, Coach, let me eat your ass.”

That's what I wanted to hear. Moving slowly, I turned around so that my ass was facing him, my cockhead dragging on his chest. Pushing back, I pressed my sweaty, unwashed asshole right against his mouth. “Lick it,” I ordered, “And do a good job.”

Mike dove right in, his tongue making broad swirls around the thick hair of my crack. It felt great, and I ground my ass hard against him, urging him inside until his nose was tight against me. He obliged, darting his tongue into my shitter and lapping up the sweat and funk waiting for him. I let him eat out my ass for a while, enjoying the way he ran his tongue over the curves of my ass before returning to my hole and pushing his face right into it. My mouth was right over his cock, but I didn't touch it, instead breathing heavily over the flushed skin and making him crazy with desire.

“You're doing a pretty good job on that ass,” I said. “Maybe I'll let you wash my cock off now. It's pretty dirty from my workout. You think you can handle that?”

“Hmmff,” he said, his voice blocked by the fact that his mouth was sucking at my asshole.

I pulled away. “What did you say, boy?”

I could hear him sucking in air as he tried to catch his breath. “I said yes, Coach, I need to suck your dick.”

I swung myself around and grabbed him by the back of the neck. “Good,” I said, stuffing his gaping mouth with my prick. “You'd better or there will be no playing for you for a long time.”

Mike gagged as I slammed my cock down his throat, but he took it all. When I had the whole thing down his pipe, I started humping his face mercilessly. His lips sucked eagerly at my shaft as I pulled my head out and teased him with it, keeping it just inside his teeth before choking him again. His tongue swirled around and around my head as he searched for the drops of precum I fed him steadily.

“Can't you do any better than that?” I asked, using my hand to guide his head up and down my tool. “Suck Coach's big cock, you little pussy. Work it like a real man, not like some cheerleader whore.”

Mike worked his way back down my dick until I was once more deep in his throat, drawing every bit of me into him and sucking eagerly. Putting my hands on the top rail of the headboard, I stretched out over him and pumped my hips slowly, fucking his helpless face as I watched his lips slide along the pale skin of my cock. My balls slapped against his bearded chin with each thrust, scratching the sensitive skin of my sac deliciously. He was gasping for air whenever I pulled out, and I gave him just enough time to suck in a small breath before plunging back into him. He looked so beautiful with my prick in his mouth that I wanted to shoot a load all over his face. But I was saving that for another hole, one he was going to be begging me to fill.

Pulling out of him, I held my dick in my hand and slapped his cheeks with it while he tried futilely to lick it. Soon his cheeks were covered with prick juice and his own spit, and he was begging loudly for my cock. “You want my cock?” I said contemptuously, holding it just out of reach. “Tell me why the coach should give a little pussy like you who can't even play ball my cock?”

“Because I need it,” he said. “I need it now.”

“What do you want Coach to do?” I said.

“Fuck me,” Mike begged. “Fuck my goddamned asshole with your fat fucking cock. Shove it in there until I scream.”

“Yeah,” I growled. “That's right. You beg for it, baby. Beg for Coach to fuck your dirty little ass. Tell me how much you want it.”

“Please,” Mike sobbed, practically crying now. “I want it so fucking bad I can't stand it. I want you to rip me apart with that big fucking tool. Shove it in me, please.”

Reaching behind me, I untied the bonds that held Mike's legs down. Spreading his thighs, I knelt between them and, pushing his knees back, looked down into his pucker. Running my hand over his cheeks, I slapped him hard, the batting glove making a soft thud when it connected with his flesh. He grunted, and I slapped him again. Wetting a finger in my mouth, I pierced his ass ring in one quick jab that made his whole body jump. I fingered him roughly, still rubbing his ass with the batting glove while he moaned and squirmed. I slipped another finger into him and fucked him steadily.

“I don't know,” I teased. “You're pretty loose. I'm not sure your slutty ass is tight enough for Coach's dick. I need something nice and snug around my prick to make me shoot.”

Mike clenched his ass around my hand, surrounding me in warm flesh. “Please, Coach,” he gasped. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass.”

“Are you going to give Coach any more trouble?” I asked, slapping his ass again.

“No,” he cried. “No. I'll do anything Coach wants. Just fill my hole with that prick.”

I pulled my hand out and spat a fat wad straight into his butthole, rubbing it around so that the hairs clung to the sides of his thighs. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, and I wanted him. Positioning my cockhead at the center, I drove forward in one long, breathless rush, burying my prick to the hilt inside his burning shitter. Mike let out a bone-shaking wail as I impaled him on my thick pole, crying out in joy and pain as I shredded his asshole. “Jesus Christ,” he said between wracking sobs, “I can't take any more, Coach.”

“Well, you're going to,” I said, beginning to pump his hole. “You're going to take it all and love it, you damn pussy.”

Mike's hole collapsed around my shaft like wet silk as I fucked him, gripping the sides and slipping along me in hot rushes every time I pushed into him. The feeling was intense, and I fucked him harder, slamming in and out until I could see his ass cheeks turning bright red from the pounding I was giving him. I pushed his knees back further, until he was almost bent double and I could watch my cock slip in and out of him. It turned me on seeing his hole swallowing up inch after inch of me, and I almost lost it just watching my dickhead pop in and out of his cherry.

“Do you love it?” I asked, slowing down the speed of my thrusts so that Mike started to clench his ass around me to urge me on. “Do you really want Coach to fuck your sorry asshole, boy?”

“Yes,” he said, the veins in his arms swelling as he twisted and turned against the ropes at his wrists. “Oh, Christ, do I love it. I want your cock in my ass forever, fucking me like that.”

“Good boy,” I said, letting myself fall forward between his legs so that I was lying on top of him and looking down into his face. “That's what Coach wants to hear.” I rammed my prick in and out of him, supporting myself on my hands while I filled his ass with my piece. He was still wearing his Braves hat, and there was sweat running down his cheeks. Bending my elbows, I licked up some of the salty drops from his neck while he sucked at my forearms, his tongue lapping at the hair hungrily.