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Munching on Anthony

I am the soccer coach at a large college in the Midwest. I am fortysix
and have been coaching men’s soccer for 15 years, so I have seen
more than my share of studly young guys with big whopper penises and
low hanging soccer balls between their thighs. Over the years I have
sucked at least a hundred of these jocks, the young and perpetually horny
guys on the team who either prefer to have a man service their boners
or who don’t really care who sucks them, male or female, as long as
they get the starch sucked out of their nuts. I have sucked their meat
in the locker room, in my office, on the field, in the shower, even in
the baseball dugout. But my favorite place to drain athletic bull balls
is on the bus coming home after a game.
The guys are usually tired, dirty, and sweaty, and stink like real men.
After 15 minutes on the bus, especially in the winter with all the
windows up and the heat blasting, the whole bus smells like ripe
dick. Smelly steam pours out of the crotches and armpits of all 25 guys
on the team, and the air on the bus is so thick it either chokes you, or
as in my case, smells like male heaven and makes my own big dick thicken.
On those long, late night rides in the dark, when just about everyone
is snoring away, there are always three or four (or more) guys with dicks
as stiff as boards in need of relief. I have gotten off that bus with a stomach
full of ball juice on many occasions from sucking these horny bulls. And
I usually know before we even get on the bus whose balls I will be draining.
Every season there are some guys on the team who linger around
the locker room after everyone else has gone, trying to catch me
undressing or showering. Or they watch closely as the other guys undress
and shower. If I get the idea that a guy digs other men I invent some
excuse to talk to him while I strip in the locker room. I stand in front
of him while he sits on the bench, either with my bull cock stretching
out a raunchy jockstrap just inches from his face, or no jock at all, just
my sausage and meaty balls practically in his face. There is no doubt
once they see my meat, if they are into guys my meat gets them riled.
I’ve got a big, thick, man-sized penis, all hairy and uncut, with two big,
low hangers behind. I can usually sniff out the other meat lovers, and
when I stand in front of them with my big swinging coach dick
smelling ripe and ready, I see their horny minds reeling, and they almost
always reach for some clothes to cover up their own boners.
Last season our team did really well and made it to the playoffs. That
meant a long trip of almost seven hours on the bus to the city where
the series of five games were to be played. The trip down there was
on a Thursday, during the day, and the guys were wild all the way there,
yelling and hooting and hollering the whole time, the way a group of
25 young jocks will. It was a great ride, and I enjoyed being in this enclosed
space with all my studs for the long trip, wrassling with them and getting
whiffs of them the whole way. They were smelling ripe before we even
played! The games were spread out over a six day period, so by the end
of the week we were all exhausted. Halfway through the week some
of them started to joke and complain about being so horny away from
their girlfriends, and I began to think that the ride home might be particularly
good. A couple of times I saw some of them in the showers with
boners, and I realized that they might not be exaggerating about their
horniness. I remembered how many loads a day I used to shoot when
I was in my early 20′s. Some of these guys really did have big overloaded
balls and no one around to drain them.
We set out for home the following Saturday about five in the
evening and it was already dark. We lost the playoffs but played like
champs, getting a standing ovation when we left the stadium the last
time. So even though we lost, the guys were feeling pretty good. For
the trip home we had tons of food and it was like a party for the first
two hours. A couple of the guys had gone out and bought porno
magazines for everybody for the trip home, so for a long time they were
hooting about pussy and snatch and how much fucking they were going
to do when they got home.
People then started to quiet down and doze off, but most were just
quietly studying their pussy books. I went from seat to seat, since every
guy had a seat to himself, and could see that just about every one had
a hardon. Some of them had huge tents in their shorts, with the
outline of their stiff dick heads pushing through the fabric.
Anthony, one of the bigger guys, had a massive pole in his shorts and
his nuts were hanging out the side, these big hairy horse balls splayed
out on the seat between his wide open thighs. He didn’t even try to hide
his dick, but just looked at me, clearly proud of the bulge he was making,
saying, ‘It’s been a while, Coach,’ barely looking up from the picture
of a wide open cunt. I always wanted to suck this guy, since he’s got
a nice, thick, muscled body covered with hair, but mostly because he’s
real rough looking and as sweet as the day is long. A real straight arrow
whom everyone likes. He walked around the locker room with his big
sausage flopping from thigh to thigh, not even aware of the other guys
looking enviously at his crotch. He is just a working class stud with a
huge dick, and right now it was stiff as a post.
One thing I should mention is that I’m a dedicated dickhead lover.
I love a big, shiny, flared up penis-head more than anything, and pride
myself on being able to get guys off real fast by just the tongue and mouth
action I apply to their drippy dickheads. I clamp my mouth down just
below the ridge around the head and slurp until their eyes roll back
in their heads and their balls churn. I can swallow big meat like the
best of them, but what I really like is making a guy squirm and shoot
by doing some serious dickhead chompin’. Sometimes I think of their
dicks as big meaty straws, and my job is to suck the sperm out of their
bags by just putting my mouth around the head of their poles and slurping.
Maybe it comes from all the years of sucking horny guys who aren’t
necessarily gay, but just need to get off. Somehow if their coach doesn’t
swallow their meat to the root, but just sucks the head, they don’t
feel like they’ve had real man-to-
man sex, and they can come back for more without thinking of themselves
as gay.
Anyway, Anthony was glued to this picture of a sloppy, wet cunt, so
I knew my approach to sucking this stud had to start there. ‘Looks like
you could really stuff that one somethin’ good,’ I said in kind of a whisper,
starting some private sex-talk that the guys seem to love.
He smiled and said, ‘You bet. I’d stuff her till she begged me to stop.’
‘Now I whispered even more quietly, ‘Yeah, I bet you keep your girlfriend
happy with that big cunt stretcher.’ That got his attention, and
he put his magazine aside and looked down with pride at the huge tent
between his legs. He smiled at my slyly and nodded. I whispered again,
‘Can she really take the whole thing? Bet she has to climb in your lap
and sit herself down on it really slowly, huh’? Anthony was getting even
more turned on by the dirty talk, because his eyes kind of glazed over
and a big wet spot appeared on the tent in his pants.
‘She loves it, Coach. I swear she comes the minute I get it all the way
in. Every time.’
I wanted to suck him so bad, sitting there smelling ripe, with his prick
squeezing out sperm because he was so horny.
I went on, ‘Tell you what I like. I like my girlfriend to scratch me
right behind my nuts, right back there, really gets me going, know what
I mean’? Anthony didn’t know, which didn’t surprise me. These
young guys are so full of squirt all they seem to think about is getting
off. Most of them don’t yet know all the different pleasure spots on a
man’s body. I looked him in the eye, looked up and down the aisle to
be sure that no one was wandering around, then I looked back at him
and said, ‘I’ll show you. Open your legs a little.’ He grinned, looked
genuinely intrigued, and opened his big hairy thighs wide. I hesitated
a little, mostly for effect, but also to draw out the pleasure for me. Then
real deliberately, like I was doing some kind of medical inspection, I
slid one hand up the inside of his leg to where his massive scrotum was
lying. I lifted up that big sack with one hand and had to keep myself
from groaning. I gathered the whole big thing in my hand, as much
of it as I could, and said, ‘Damn, big gonads, son. These are five-pounders,
aren’t they’?
Anthony kept grinning, and I could tell he was pleased I was appreciating
his big equipment. I lifted the sack and held it in one hand, tugging
on it a little just to make him squirm. Without waiting for a reaction,
I slid my other hand up under his balls to that hard ridge, back
behind his balls, between his nuts and his butt hole. With two fingers
I pressed hard on that ridge and started to scratch it real slow and hard.
He spread his legs more and I churned his big balls and scratched him
the way only a man can scratch another man. This horny bull reacted
immediately, his whole body kind of arched away from the seat. He
spread his legs real wide and moaned. We made eye contact and I mouthed
the word, ‘Shhh,’ and he nodded and started rocking his whole
body. I had hit the right spot and had this buck ready for a thorough
draining. But I wanted to make it last. I kept going, scratching harder
and really milking and churning his big bag. By now he was holding
his breath, chest puffed out, biting his lip, eyes closed, just grooving
on this new sensation. That big dick was jumping around in his
shorts and he was bucking his hips back and forth. Nothing more beautiful
than a young, horny, athletic guy getting milked. He looked
incredible.
I scratched and tugged on his nuts for another minute, then stopped
all of a sudden, dropped his balls, pulled both my hands away, and said,
as casual as I could, ‘Feels good, doesn’t it’?
He was wide-eyed now, panting, shaking, his nipples poking through
his tight T-shirt. He whispered, ‘Fuck man, that was fucking great. I
never felt anything like it. Fuckin’ great.’
I sat and waited a minute or so, neither of us saying anything. I think
he was trying to compose himself again after really allowing himself
to ride my hands like that. Then I looked down at his tent and said,
‘Let’s see this thing. See if it’s as big as it looks.’ Anthony grinned again,
and pulled his shorts to the side and let his big boner pop straight up
out of the leg of his shorts. ‘Wow, that’s a fuckin’ dick, son. That is one
serious piece of meat.’ We both kind of chuckled a little, and I moved
my hand toward it and said, ‘May I’? He nodded and I slowly
wrapped my hand around the middle of his pole and squeezed a
little, as if testing it to see how hard it really was. ‘Damn, it’s hard as
a brick and so fuckin’ big.’ I was now gently squeezing and pumping
on it, making that beautiful penis head shine and open up its hole. He
was biting his lip and staring at my hand on his meat. I kept it up for
another minute and at one point slid my fingers over his hole and smeared
his juice all over his head. My face was right near his and he kind of
leaned against my head and groaned into my ear. In my best coachauthority
voice, I said, ‘This thing needs attention. You just keep as
quiet as you can, son. I’m gonna take care of it for you.’ He nodded
real quick, since he was about ready to blow right there anyway.
I leaned over and in one swoop swallowed him to the balls, holding
his meat in my throat and wrapping my tongue around the shaft. Then
I pulled up and bit down just under the thick ridge of his meaty head
and started slurping. Anthony came out of his stupor and was bucking
his hips like crazy and moaning real loud. I reached one hand up to
cover his mouth and quiet him down, but ended up sticking three of
my big fingers into his mouth. That was all it took. He clamped
down on my fingers and started sucking and snorting like an animal.
I chewed his dickhead and reached down and scratched under his nuts
and he went off like a cannon. With one mighty thrust he jammed that
big pole back down my throat, shocking me with the force of his thrust
and choking me with ropes of sperm that were spraying out of him.
His big nuts were packed and he was drowning his coach with all that
male juice, wad after wad shooting out of that twitching, bucking penis.
I held onto his bag, let him chew my fingers, and kept my mouth and
throat open while I swallowed and drank his sperm. By now he was
soaked with sweat and his crotch was giving off that manly stink that
makes my head swim with lust.
As his dick settled down and got a little less stiff, I moved my
mouth up to the head to chew every drop out of him. Gently nibbling
and munching, I coaxed quite a bit more sperm out of him, and had
him moaning and slobbering on my fingers for another couple of minutes.
I then let that big thing flop out of my mouth and sat up next to Anthony,
swallowing the last of him and licking my lips and mustache. He looked
a little stunned and I could tell he really dug what just happened. He
smiled and said, ‘You still got some, uh ‘ juice ‘ on your beard. On
your chin.’
‘Get it for me, will ya’? I said, leaning my chin in toward his
mouth. He grabbed both my arms with his hands and clamped his mouth
down on my chin and sucked his semen out, moaning into my beard
as he did. Damn, this guy was a fast learner. He ended up lapping up
at my chin and neck like a young animal, cleaning me off above and
beyond the call of duty. He was into it. When he was done, he said,
‘Thanks for munchin’ on me, Coach. I needed that. Never felt
anything like it. Maybe you can come by again before we get home?
It’s a long ride.’
I smiled, nodded and said, ‘You bet,’ then got up to see who else
might need relief. I did come back to Anthony’s seat later, twice in fact,
and I drained a handful of other players who were in the same
‘condition’ he was. That bus ride was one of my most memorable, and
exhausting, because I was still munchin’ soccer player dickhead when
we pulled into the school parking lot five hours later.

By Coach Chuck