Coach

by Charity I live in a small northern Nevada town where there is not much to do, I am addicted to cock - looking at it , playing with it, sucking it, getting fucked by one and all the rest. The nearest gloryhole is 20 miles away and populated by fat truckers and horny old farmers. I attend a small community college witch is loaded with 20 to 25 year old cock. The restrooms are a hive of pissing, storking and playing with dick under the wall. As a way to get a better look at some of this cock, I volunteer to work in the gym to clean up after the baseball team. Collecting towels, dirty clothes and mop up. The smell of a sweaty gym has always made my dick hard and I figured this would be a way to get a close look at a lot of college cock. I am 19, 5'10", built pretty good from using the schools work out room and have a nice piece of 7" cock. My family own a ranch so my hands are rough and muscles ripped from hard work. I approached the baseball coach, Coach Stewart, about the job. He took a look at me and accepted right away. He had been doing it befoe i applied. Coach is a hot looking 40 something with tight muscles and a big bulge in his shorts. I hoped to get a better look at him as he showered and cleaned up in his office. I started work the first day of baseball season, putting numbered jocks and uniforms in the players lockers. After each practice I would take the dirty jocks, socks and uniforms and either wash them or put them back in the lockers. The smells and feel of the sweaty jocks and socks and the knowledge they had been close to the players cocks and balls set me off more than once. If I found an especially strong smelling jock, or one that had been worn by one of my favorite players, I would sneak it into a corner, drop my shorts and underwear, shove the jock into my mouth and and one under my nose and jack off for hours, filling the socks with a huge load. As the season went on, the jocks got worn and smelled better, even after washing. My jacking off became more often and more intense as i sucked the smell and taste from the crotch of the sports underwear. I always used a crispy sock to slide over my cock and catch the huge load that i knew would be cumming. I had no idea at the time that Coach was watching all this and apparently enjoying every minute. I showed up late one day and slipped quietly into the gym, there was Stewart collecting all the jocks, socks and uniforms in a big plastic basket. He took the strong smelling load into his office and placed it on his desk, as i watched from a dark corner, he stripped to nothing and began stroking one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen on a man, must have been 10", thick and uncut. The basket full of dirty clothes had diamond shaped holes in it, Steward stood up, yanked his foreskin back hard and plunged his thick cock into one of the holes, causing his foreskin to be forced back hard. He arched his back and moaned loudly, he began to hump forcibly the basket of dirty laundry. He bend over hard and forced his face and head into the dirty jock, sock and uniforms, humping hard, holding the basket with two arms. From where I was watching , I could hear him breathing in the musky man smells that were collected in the basket. From where I stood if looked like he was within inches of sucking in his own cock hed. I had stripped down to naked by now, locked the gym doors and moved in for a closer look. I pumped hard on my rock hard cock as I watched Coach fuck the dirty clothes. He was bent over far and was now licking his own cock hed covered in dirty jocks. My passion got the better of me and I appoached his office window, if he was going to cum in his own mouth, I wanted to watch. He caught a glimpse of me out of the corner of his eye and quickly sat down, there I was standing in front of his window with a raging hardon. He seemed shocked but the bone in his lap did not deflate. He asked me to cum in and i approached warily. He calmly asked "wanna try?" Remember he had been watching me suck the jocks and cum into the socks for months. I told him "sure man" and stuck my 7" into the basket, meating his dick inside the packed dirty clothes. He pulled me hard to him, with the basket between us and kissed me hard on the mouth sticking his tongue deep into my mouth. He day old whiskers scratched my face and I loved it kissing back hard and dueling with his tongue. He riped the basket from between us grabbed my hard ass and forced my stiff dick into contact with his monster. I sunk to my knees and took as much of the 10" as i could into my mouth, a dream cum true, the hed of his dick hit the back of my throat immediatly and forced me to gagg. As i gagged he held my hed hard and face fucked me forcibly. I continued to suck his pistoning dick until suddenly his cock hed exploded with a flood of hot cum, filling my mouth and going directly into my stomach. I swallowed and choked and swallowed till he was done. Stewart jump up on his desk, buried his head into the basket of smelly gym clothes and spread his ass cheeks for me. I rammed my stone hard cock into the man with one thrust and all he did was yell for more cock, his teeth clenched hard down on the crotch of a dirty jock. I crawled up on the desk behind him and fucked him for all i was worth. Coach had done his before and pushed and humped his ass back hard on my stabbing cock, he reached behind himself between his legs, got a hand full of my sac and pulled hard, yelling , "cum in me boy". Seconds later i was filling the coach with a load of cum that would make anyone proud, he milked me cock till my nuts were empty. As we slumped to the desk, dirty clothes flew everywhere, we went to the shower and finsihed each other up with a hot 69 in the sharp spray.