Coach Estep Part 3
The weeks that followed saw new life and..
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Coach Estep Part 3
The weeks that followed saw new life and pride in Hadrian High. The football team under Coach Estep had broken their long losing streak. The kids actually were actually proud of their school’s athletic programs again. We was mostly known as an academic excellent school, but not very much in athletics, but coach Brent was changing that. Everyone loves the coach.
I was in an excellent mood when I got to school on Monday morning. I had watched our team beat our long rival on Friday night and then spent the rest of the weekend fucking Deputy Nick Wilcox. The muscular police officer ended up to be the perfect bottom slut. He loves taking my cock up his ass.
As I walked the school hallways from the parking lot to the principal office, students were happily talking and joking. Several students greeted me with good mornings and “hey, Mr. Sloan.” Many of the students were talking about the big win on Friday.
“Hey, Mr. Sloan,” I heard a deep, yet smooth voice yell my name.
I turned toward the voice and found Derek Miller, the quarterback and the new celebrity of the school, waving at me. He had an arm over his girlfriend, Jennifer, shoulder.
“Was you at the game Friday,” he yelled in all smiles.
“Yes, I was. Great game. You were great,” I smiled back.
“Yeah, Coach says we might have a chance to play for the state championship,” Derek was beaming with pride.
“Just keep up the good work and we definitely get there,” I was so happy for the guys on the team.
The principal office was its normal bursting place on Monday’s like usual when I arrived there.
“Hey, gorgeous,” Louise, the long time principal secretary and office manager greeted me with her hoarse, guff voice. She is the oldest worker in the school. Her age and position allowed her to speak her mind whenever she wanted. We got along great. “How's your weekend,” She had smoked way too much when she was younger.
“Great, how about yours, gorgeous,” I flirted back.
“Way too short, honey, I’m ready to retire,” she huffed.
“Nonsense, Paul would be lost without you,” I laughed, knowing Louise will never retire willingly.
“Whatever, honey,” she laughed.
I nodded toward the principal office door, “he in?”
“Yes, he is with the coach Estep, but he said to send you in when you got here,” Louise winked.
“Thanks,” I smiled and went to the door.
“Damn, hmmm, if you are only a bit older,” Louise leaned over the front counter, checking on my ass in my khakis.
“Behave Louise,” I laughed as I turned the door knob and went into Paul’s Office.
I opened the door and closed it behind me. Paul was sitting behind his desk, his chair turned sideways with coach Brent on his knees in front of him, with the principal’s cock in his mouth. Over the last few months Paul and I had turned the masculine, cocky coach into a cock slut. Coach couldn’t get enough of either of our cocks.
“Coach Brent here was giving me the highlights of the game Friday,” Paul turned and smiled at me.
“I can see that,” I walked around the desk and stood behind Brent.
Brent started to pull off Paul cock to look toward me, but Paul put his hand on the coach’s head and pulled him back on the cock. Brent wore a tight red polo shirt with the short sleeves stretched tight over his tan biceps. His shorts were pulled down to his feet and he knelt in only his jockstrap. It was the only thing that Paul let the macho coach wear under his clothes. Paul said they give him easy access to the coach’s muscle pussy whenever and wherever he wanted. I reached down and ran my fingers down between Brent’s plump ass cheeks. Coach Brent was known to workout right beside his players and I often heard from the football players in my classes how much Coach can squat and deadlift. They of course didn’t know Paul ordered Brent to spend a lot more focus on building a bigger ass. The work is definitely paying off. With the feel of my hand on his ass, Coach Brent lifted his hindquarters up to give me more access to his muscle pussy, while still greedily sucking on Paul’s cock. My fingers traveled down his smooth ass to his shaved hole. It was so hot seeing it wink and flex between those massive glutes. He let out a moan over Paul’s cock as I teased his manpussy. He let out a muffled moan, “please fuck me.” The only thing we taught him to like more than sucking cock was getting fucked. I slide a finger into his hole. Thanks to Paul, he is kept clean inside and out twice a day, always ready for a fuck break between classes. Brent didn’t take his mouth off Paul’s cock as he wiggled his big muscular ass for me. I love how slutty those straight studs become once they get use to being threaded as fuck toys. I found his ass already lubed and ready for his morning fucking.
I then pulled out my fingers, and undid my bent and khakis. Grabbing both his tight, narrow hips, I roughly pushed into him. Coach Brent groaned loud over Paul’s cock as I pushed into him. Paul got even more aroused as he tightened his grip on the coach’s head and began to ram his cock in and out of the handsome mouth.
“Damn, those squats and deadlifts are keeping that ass tight,” I tried not to moan too loud.
“I know,” Paul added as he pulled the head on and off his thick cock, “I had fucked him in the restroom at the football field before the game field, it felt like I was fucking a vice.”
I slide my hands around his torso and up and under his polo shirt. I felt his brick-like abs. He felt so smooth and hard under me. I reached further and felt his hard pecs, big and powerful. His arms were bracing himself on the arms of Paul’s chairs. The veins in his forearms and biceps were pumped and vascular. I then felt his ass muscles tighten around my cock, flexing around me. I pulled my cock out of him and grabbed hold of the collar of his shirt, as I pulled out and rammed back in. Each time harder and deeper. Paul watched me in amazement and it encouraged him to fuck the coach’s pretty mouth harder, he grabbed a fist full of the coach’s hair as he pushed all the way inside the tight throat. Just then the first period bell rang. As on cue, Paul moaned loud and shot his loaded down Brent’s throat. Tasting Paul’s cum filling his throat and running out of his mouth, he let go and started to cum in his jock pouch. As he came, his cock clapped down on my cock and began to milk it. I thrusted deep inside him and came hard. I had to lay on his broad back for a couple of minutes to recover before pulling out of him.
Once I pulled out of him, Brent then proceeded to lick our cocks clean. We then straighten our clothes before starting our jobs. I felt envious of Brent for having a shower in his coach’s office to shower before he taught his assigned health education classes.
