Little league Coach
Sometimes coaching little league baseba..
🕑 Added 2022-08-25 01:27:04 +0000 UTC
Little league Coach
Sometimes coaching little league baseball is the hardest job in the world. Not only do you have to deal with the kids with their short attention spans but you have to deal with their parents. There will always be fathers upset that their future baseball star isn’t getting a chance to show his talents. They always know how to coach better than the coach does. Chase knew how it was. He has been coaching little league for five seasons and if he didn’t love the game he would have quit long ago. He wasn’t being paid to put up with all the abuse. He didn’t have many problems from the mothers. They were swooning over his hard muscles, flirting when they had a chance. It was the dads that he hated dealing with. Many of them were jealous of his masculine good looks, muscular body, and athletic abilities. On game days, he wore his baseball uniform from his minor league days, from the tight jersey or spandex compression shirt to the baseball pants with knee high socks, showing off his thick calves, powerful thighs, and baseball player ass. He was walking jock wet dreams.
There was one dad that Chase can honestly say he liked. Dr. Stone came to every one of his youngest son’s games. He would be in his suit or dress shirt and slacks having come straight from the office. Most parents show up in shorts and t-shirts and yell insults at the coaches and umps. Stone was always polite and only yelled encouragement to his son Brandon. Brandon was the best player Chase had on the team. Although Brandon was always polite, Chase could tell that the boy had an alpha mentality. He obviously got it from his dad. Stone radiates authority, an alpha mentality, not from being muscular or athletic. He didn’t need to talk loud or dominate a conversation, to dominate everyone around him. Stone was respectful yet firm. It felt natural for men to do what Stone told them to do. Chase was 100% straight but when he talked to the older man, the baseball coach found himself getting a hard on inside his jockstrap.
It was the last game of the season and although it didn’t end as Chase had hoped, it was a good year. Chase was picking up the bats and gear as most of the kids and parents were leaving. He spotted Stone saying goodbye to his son as the boy got into a car with his friends to go out for ice cream and pizza. As Chase carried the gear to his car, Stone approached him.
“Need help,” Stone asked.
“Sure,” Chase replied and let Stone help him load the gear into the backseat of his car.
When they were done, Chase turned to say thanks, when Stone boldly reached out and squeezed the coach’s crotch. Chase was shocked and speechless. He wanted to pull away and tell the man to get away from him, instead he just stood there, mouth open.
“I was wondering if the coach wears a cup or not,” Stone smiled and lied. If Chase was wearing a cup it would be very noticeable. “ At least you are wearing a jockstrap,” Stone whispered as he moved his right hand behind Coach Chase and openly traced the jockstrap lined over the curves of the coach’s plump jock ass.
“Please, I’m. . . I’m straight,” Chase groaned as his cock strained against the jockstrap pouch.
Chase nervously looked around to see if anyone was around. Stone continued to smile as he groped the baseball coach. Both men knew that Chase could stop this at any time and walk away, but Chase didn’t move.
“Good boy,” Stone whispered. “Take off your shirt,” Stone’s voice was stern and commanding, which sent a chill down the coach’s spine.
Without even thinking, Chase grabbed the seam of his compassion shirt and peeled it up his beefy torso. Chase’s body was fit and strong, with a light dusting of hair over his chest and chisel abs. As he pulled the shirt over his head and baseball cap and tossed it to the ground, Stone moved closer and gripped both of the coach’s wrists, keeping them over his head. Chase’s large biceps flexed as Stone leaned forward and kissed the coach on his beard lined lips. The coach instinctively opened his mouth and returned the other man’s kiss. It was Chase’s first time kissing a man and it felt different. Instead of kissing a passive female, Stone’s tongue pushed his mouth open and began to wrestle with the coach’s tongue for dominance. Chase let out a long groan into the doctor’s mouth as his cock expanded even more in the tight jockstrap. He felt so good as he let Stone dominate him. Chase kept his hands behind his backwards cap as Stone continued to explore his mouth and ran his hands down Chase’s torso. The coach kept his eyes closed enjoying the new sensations of being dominated. He offered no resistance as the belt of his baseball pants were undone. Stone pulled away from kissing him, to unzipped Chase’s pants. Chase wore a pair of white compression shorts under his baseball pants and over his jockstrap. The spandex material was stretched over the powerful baseball thighs and perfectly shaped ass. Chase helped Stone to finish undressing him, peeling the baseball pants over his athletic socks and sneakers. Stone then took the coach's hand and led the confused baseball player back to the field and the empty dugout. Chase looked nervously around to see if anyone was around to witness him being led half naked. Fortunately all the players and parents had left. Once in the relatively private concrete dugout, Stone pushed the muscular coach onto the concrete bench. He then grabbed Chase’s compression shorts and peeled them down his thick thighs, leaving him in only his jockstrap. Chase’s cock was hard and desperately trying to be free from the confines of the jock pouch. He laid back against the wall as he watched Stone unzipped his pants and pulled out a thick, monsterous cock. Chase swallowed hard. He was straight, he never took anything up his ass before, not even a finger. Now he found himself lifting his legs and exposing his hole to another man. Chase’s virgin hole peeked out from under the jockstrap. The hole was circled by a light dusting of hair as it winked into view from between the firm round ass cheeks. Chase didn’t take his eyes off Stone’s cock as he reached around his legs and began to stroke his own jock hole. Stone smiled at him as Chase began to finger himself. Chase continued probing and loosening his hole while Stone freed his cock and stroked it.
“Please,” Chase moaned.
“Turn around,” Stone ordered.
Chase didn’t protest as he pulled his finger from his ass and then turned around. His large, muscular ass faced Stone, begging to be fucked. Then Stone grabbed his masculine waist and with a grunt pushed into the coach’s ass. The coach put his thick, vascular arms on the concrete bench and buried his head into his tan forearms. The pain was unbelievable as his insides were being ripped and stretched open. However despite the pain his cock remained hard. The doctor cock pushed halfway into his hole and then Stone eased out. Then with a hard thrust he pushed back into Chase. The pain slowly faded as his insides grew used to the thickness of the cock. When the massive cock began to pound his prostate the pain grew into pure pleasure. Chase’s eyes rolled back into his head as the big thick cock rammed in and out of him, over and over, each time deeper and harder. He was so hard that his cock pushed out of the side of his jock pouch, leaking large amounts of pre-cum onto the concrete floor. Stone grabbed the jockstrap waistband and used it as reigns while he thrusted in and out of the baseball coach’s ass. He was riding the prime jock ass hard.
“Fffuck, please,” Chase cried out.
Then, without touching himself, Chase let out a loud cry as he came hard. Over and over he shot his cum onto the dugout bench and floor.
“That’s it, good boy,” Stone called out as he continued to fuck the cum out of the straight baseball coach. “Oh, yes,” Stone closed his eyes as he felt the coach’s tight ass muscles clamp down on to his cock like a vice. The tight anal muscles spasmed around the thick cock as Chase came over and over. Then Stone quickly followed as his huge cock was milked. He came deep inside the coach, seeding him, breeding. When Stone finally stopped coming, he pulled out of the exhausted coach and let Chase fall to the floor like a rag doll.
