"In my fantasies, you always fucked me hard, Coach."
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"Yeah?" he says, and gives you that crooked grin again.
He rises, and climbs down from the third bench to the second, letting his towel fall, and then to the first bench, where his hands take your naked ass.
"Oh God," you moan, and press your hands against the bench above you, bracing yourself.
"Like this?" the coach says, rubbing his hard cock between your ass cheeks. You're both so slick with sweat, and you're so turned on, that you press back against him, desperate.
"Like that," you say.
The coach laughs, and you hear him spit. Heat drips down between your cheeks, and he rubs his dick up and down, spreading the saliva. He spits again. And again. You writhe, sweat all over your skin from the heat of the steam room, and he rubs a finger into your pucker. You press back against the pressure, and bite your lip. Oh god, you want this. The big man lines his cock up, and pushes his dick into you, inching his meat inside until his balls and stomach press against you. "Nice," he says, in a ragged voice. "And you want it hard, eh?"
"Yes," you manage.
"Fuck him like a whore," the Italian suggests, and you turn you head to look at him. The hairy stud winks at you. The Otter has paused in sucking the hairy delivery man's dick, and they both watch, their cocks in hand, stroking.
The coach obliges. With a grunt, he starts to fuck you, throwing his weight and muscle behind every thrust. You push back against him, getting his cock as far into your hole as you can, and gasping and yelping at his onslaught. In the steam-filled room, your bodies are slick and wet, and his cock feels like fire in your ass. He grips your waist tight, and thrusts harder and harder, grunting with every thrust. Added to the sensation pounding your hole is the sound of the two other men jerking off and breathing heavily while they watch, and it's more of a turn on than you ever imagined.
It doesn't take long at that pace for the coach to growl, "fuck!" His cock surges three times inside you, breeding your hole with his sperm. You're pretty close yourself, just from the intensity of what is happening - the coach is fucking you! The coach!
He pulls out after he cums, and you feel his spunk slick down the side of your thigh. He slaps your ass.
"Thanks, boy."
"No, thank you, coach," you say, and reach down to grip your dick.
"Nuh-uh," the burly man says, and you pause, aroused but obedient on some reflex. You nearly cry from wanting to come.
The burly stud climbs past you and gets his towel, which he lays on the bench in front of your face. He sits down, his still half-hard cock dripping with sweat, spit, and spunk, and takes your head in his hands. "You haven't cleaned up after yourself," he says. Then he turns to look over at the hairy Italian. "And you haven't thanked your friend there for bringing you, either."
"Yeah," the Italian smirks. You look at him and see he's rock hard, dick in hand, as is the thinner hairy guy beside him.
The Coach smiles. "Now you be a good boy, you clean me up, and you give them their turn, you got it?"
You're feeling thoroughly fucked - your ass aches - you just got fucked by the coach and the Italian and the otter watched... And now he wants you to let him - no, to let them.. Holy crap!
You open your mouth, not sure what you're going to say.
You say...
