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I eventually went in to bring out towels--and when everyone had soaked awhile, we all dried-off and made our way back into the living room, sitting around with a fresh round of beers, leaving the hot tub’s filtration system to deal with all the floating jizz.
"Holy crow, Tommy," Chico said, raising his bottle. "Here's to you, man--that was amazing! What a show!"
Tommy looked down between his legs at his softened dick. "You guys really turn me on," he said, voice soft. "Just sitting here like this is getting me horny all over again!"
Beside him the Coach smiled, spread his hairy thighs and rubbed his unshaven jaw. And Chico looked down at Coach Dan's thick hoser, like it was making love to his giant, hairy balls. "You've got the biggest cockhead I've ever seen, Coach; Jesus..."
"Don't you love how every guy's dong is different?" Tony said, surveying our fat, soft dicks.
"You've got a super one," Mark said to him. "Everyone loves your cock, man!"
I looked at the Coach, who was staring between my spread thighs. "Oh, man," I said. "--look at all these hot bodies! It's like our very own nudist colony!"
"I know," Tommy breathed. "I can't believe I can look at you naked studs all I want!"
None of us were throwing rods after having so recently blown our loads. But I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd get another one going. Already I could feel my balls churning-up more jizz.
The Coach slung back his beer, laid his enormous arms out along the top of the sofa, displaying for our pleasure his beautiful, expansive, hairy chest and huge nipples. Tommy sat on his left, and Chico on his right. Mark and Tony sat in the armchairs at either end. I sat naked on a kitchen chair facing the sofa, with a good view of everyone's sexy junk.
"At my first university job, I was the football coach's assistant," the Coach said after a while. We drank our beers, our eyes drifting over his hairy physique and crotch.
"I'll bet that was hot," I offered, hoping for more.
He swigged his bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yeah, it was," he smiled a little. "--'course, you guys know there's that 'invisible line' no one can cross?" he added, looking around.
Everyone grinned and nodded knowingly, and my eyes instinctively stopped staring at the Coach's big cock and balls, that boundary too familiar to not still obey.
Mark Wynn smiled and coughed. "I've smacked a lot of ass, but that's as far as it goes..."
"...smacking ass is what got you invited tonight, Wynn," Tony said cryptically, making all of us laugh.
"Well, football jocks SPECIALIZE in ass-patting," the Coach said, his deep voice filling the room. "In fact, those guys were about the most physical studs I've ever seen..."
"I guess football being a contact sport lets them fool around alot," I said, leading him on.
The Coach swigged his beer dry. "No shit," he said. “You got THAT right!"
"Wow," Tommy said, finishing-up his own bottle.
I got up to go get another round, and it felt super to be cock-and-balls naked, listening to the Coach launch into what could only be a raunchy locker room story.
"They thought nothing about scrubbing each other's backs in the showers," he went on. "I mean, when you're six-four and three hundred pounds, you need a little help back there sometimes, huh?" He smiled to himself at the memory.
"Oh, Jeez," Mark Wynn said, killing his beer. "I can just see those sweet jock butts now, man!"
The Coach nodded at Mark. "--like cannon balls, baby," he winked. "--with cracks so deep, your whole hand would get swallowed inside..."
"Awww, Jesus," Tony said, shifting his muscular body on the sofa.
I consciously let my thick cock flop sexily around and slap against my balls as I came in to hand out fresh beers. And for a minute, no one said a word as they watched my tossing dong and blond-puffy crotch.
"Rumor has it," I said, handing the Coach his bottle, "--that receivers have a 'thing' about quarterbacks. Is that true?"
Coach Dan laughed knowingly, his eyes following my thick, swinging dick. "You're more in the loop than I expected, Jensen," he toasted me. "--not only THAT, but tight ends and fullbacks have a thing about receivers AND quarterbacks..."
"Gee," Chico said, taking his beer. "--so who do quarterbacks go for?"
"Assistant Coaches!" Coach Dan threw us all a sly, foxy look and wink.
A lusty moan escaped our lips, our eyes running over every muscular inch of the Coach's nude physique. I was just about to sit down when he said that, and his sexy admission went straight to my balls, me picturing it. I stood there feeling hot blood pulse into my cock, making the dangling thing suddenly tingle and twitch.
"You must dig quarterbacks, too, Jensen," the Coach nodded at my lolling, filling fleshtube.
"--OR Assistant Coaches!" Tony laughed, making me blush and sit down quickly.
"After we'd won this really important game," the Coach went on, "--they were REALLY horsing around in the showers," he recalled. "I mean, NOBODY'S ass was safe, man! And then one of the receivers was trying to grab a feel of the quarterback's dick..."
"Was--was it BIG?" Tommy asked eagerly.
Everyone laughed, breaking the sexy tension, yet, like him, we all wanted to know the answer!
"All those guys had big fat dongs," the Coach swigged his beer.
"As big as yours?" Chico stared between his husky thighs.
The Coach reached his hand down and hefted the huge cock over his thigh. And that alone did it for me, sitting there with an already ripening hardon, it just thrust upward from my blond-bushy vee. I tried momentarily to hide it, then gave up, shrugging and smiling to myself, happy in knowing it didn't matter—in fact, I could be proud of it!
"Easily as big as this," the Coach fondled his tubular hang awhile, then dropped it with a thick slap against his fleshy balls. "Anyway," he said, smiling at how his sexy show had all of us sporting uptilting, hardening rods, "--the Coach had gone off and left me in charge of closing-up--and they all knew it." He swigged his beer, "--and they'd already passed around a few bottles of champagne, so everyone was loopy...."
"Oh man!" Mark Wynn said, "I can see them playing with each other and shit, feeling horny in the shower!"
"Well, hell," the Coach went on, "--it wasn't long before the quarterback--his name was Steve..."
".... what did he look like?" Chico interrupted, his gorgeous fat chorizo standing up, three-quarters hard.
"Steve? Oh hell, man. Steve was this sort-of chocolate-colored black dude--a little darker than you, baby," the Coach said to Chico. "The most perfectly muscled guy you ever saw--not a hair on his body, except real thick down here..." the Coach dug his fingers into his own knuckle-deep, black bush.
"Uhhhhh," Tommy moaned, his boycock bounding up like a flagpole. "Chico's body really turns me on," he whispered. "Steve sounds pretty hot, too, Coach!"
"Yeah, well, with the receiver going after Steve, it wasn't long before Steve's fat, mahogany dong got all hard," the Coach recalled. "--and then everyone else's headed for the skies."
"Awww fuck," Tony said, opening his thighs up to let his own hardon have its way and stand proud.
"So they all went nuts, laughing and trying to grab each other's hard rods under the hot, spraying showers," the Coach swigged his beer, "--and THAT'S when Steve spotted me at the doorway, watching all the action."
"Oh yeah!" Mark Wynn muttered, "--here we go!" His solid, beefsteak cock shot straight up above his stud balls and dark blond bush.
"--so Steve runs into the locker room--his stiff dork smacking around--and drags me, clothes and all, into the showers!"
"Awww, fuck!" Tony repeated, staring at the Coach's beefy, hairy tits. "This is so fuckin' hot!"
"And the whole bunch of them stripped me bareassed, with their wet, naked hardons slapping around..."
"Christ!" Mark said, "--what happened then? Were you, um, you know, throwing a rod, too?
The Coach shrugged at him. "What do YOU think, man? I was already hard, just from watching Steve from the doorway..."
Suddenly the Coach got up from the sofa, backing-up against the kitchen counter, giving us a perfect view of that physique. His firehose-of-a-cock looped in the air, half-full, the giant head tilting up, his heavy-slung balls slapping his hairy thighs. "Steve slid to the shower room floor—and the next thing I knew, my big old cock was half-way down his throat, man," the Coach said, squeezing his thighs. "I'm getting a hardon just thinking about it!"
We couldn't help moaning watching the Coach's tubular hang twitch and pulse, thickly swaying out at us, the massive meat tocking in heartbeats to throb its way vertical like a giant flexing muscle.
"Everyone came around us--fisting their hot cocks—watching Steve-the-quarterback give the Assistant Coach a royal blowjob," the Coach husked. He looked down at his throbbing, vein-roped erection. "Aw, fuck, dudes," he said. "Look at me--I'm so ripe now, I’m wet!"
"So are WE," Tommy said excitedly, staring at all of us staring at the Coach's hideously turned-on cock and heavy, hairy lovesacs. "What happened NEXT?"
The Coach's nipples poked out from his furry pecs like corks. His huge, muscular physique rippled with sexual current, vibrating with excitement. "The water was spraying all over us--so much steam in there, I couldn't really see--and then this huge fullback named Joe started soaping up my ass...."
By now we were all sitting there, helplessly masturbating, too horny to do anything but moan and fist our needy meat.
The Coach reached around and grabbed each of his cheeks, then swiveled, with us suddenly staring bug-eyed at his spread, furry round globes. "Yeah--see?" the Coach said, fingering his mysterious, deeply-cleft ass, actually showing off his winking rosebud. “Joe first lathered me all up and then…and then, just SHOVED his thumb up my cherry cunt!"
"Auugghh," Mark groaned out, watching the Coach roughly push his own thumb into his resisting slit and keep it there, his giant balls slapping his hand.
"Jesus," Tony stared, eyes dark, all pupil and lusty.
"Awww, HELL," the Coach moaned out. "C'mon Chico--come on and be Steve for me, man!"
