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Coach's Slutty Vacation Part 1
🕑 Added 2023-03-25 19:34:38 +0000 UTCHERE IT IS! Please please please tell me your thoughts, this is a new story and new territory for me. This story is inspired by the many amazing porn writings of Bill Drake! I highly recommend you check his stuff out!
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I emerged from the ocean, the water droplets dripping off of my muscular dadbod, matting down the fur of my trim torso. As I stepped onto the hot sand and walked over to where I had set up my stuff on the beach, I noticed right away that more than a few heads were turning in my direction.
Being a high school football coach, I try to stay in shape. I’m not the same stud I was in my college ball days, but my body still had muscle, a strong barrel shaped torso topped by two big meaty daddy pecs. I wasn’t as lean as I used to be, I didn’t have a six pack anymore, but instead I had a layer of fat typical of a 44 year old guy.
I imagine though it wasn’t only my body that caught some attention. After all, I’m vacationing in Miami from Milwaukee, so I really wanted to embrace the warm weather and have fun. I don’t get much of a chance to let loose back home, so these vacations are my time to get really wild. And that’s why I’m walking around in a tiny yellow speedo that just barely covers my big round meaty dadbutt. Pushing just up against the line of what is appropriate, but not quite crossing it yet.
I did see some concerned mothers shield their kids' eyes, which was always funny. Even better, I saw more than a few men looking my way. Some of them were older like me, and their expressions were usually of envy. For the younger guys who couldn’t tear their eyes away, it was admiration. The rare few, though, had a different look altogether.
I bent down to pick up my towel and immediately felt someone staring holes into me. I looked over my shoulder and saw a younger guy sitting a few spots away. He was on a beach chair, legs crossed, and as soon as he caught me catching him looking, he turned away all flustered.
I stopped myself momentarily. Was I really gonna do this? But it’d been so long. Not since my last vacation. I’m so deep in the closet back home, I can’t do anything. These vacations are the times when I really need to give myself permission to let loose. Besides, it’s not like it’s a line I’ve never crossed before.
There was one of those cabana bars further up the beach. I could take the direct route and avoid the kid altogether, but I decided to take the long way. Just to make sure that the vibe I was getting from him was accurate. With these types of situations, you gotta be careful, or you’ll be branded a pervert and in big trouble. I’ve found that out the hard way before.
As I walked by the young guy’s spot, I made sure to put a little ‘pep’ in my step. Listen, I know I have a pretty great body for my age. But, if there’s one thing I’m proud of, it’s my fat daddy ass. I’ve always had a big bubble butt, and it just seemed to get even better with age. It’s like all the fat you’re supposed to gain as you get older went directly to my ass. My two big hairy globes of assmeat tended to bounce and jiggle at slightest provocation. Which is why when I was a few feet away from this stud, I shook my leg a little as if I was trying to dry myself off, knowing that the sudden movement would make my cheeks bounce and clap a little.
I looked towards the kid again, I knew my read on the situation was right. Up close, I could tell right away that he was fresh out of high school. Maybe even a senior. These younger ones are tricky, but I always make sure to have my bases covered. And there was no denying the lust filled gaze the kid was giving me. My eyes flicked to his crotch, which was now not-so-subtly covered with a towel.
The kid squirmed a little, trying to hide his growing boner. The slight panic on his face gave me a chuckle. Kid may be into me, but he had no idea I was sending back what he was giving. I needed to make it clear to him. Which is why I stopped almost in front of him and made some moves to stretch. Arching my back, rolling my shoulders, that sort of thing. If I thought I wouldn’t rip my speedo in two, I’d probably do a deep squat. Instead, I had to settle with bending over and touching my toes, making sure my bubble was turned towards the teen.
I heard a telltale strangled groan coming from the kid. Looking over my shoulder, I gave the kid a wink and a smile as I slowly stood back up. Sure enough, the kid’s towel did little to hide his erection. And based on the size of that tent, he definitely had a bruiser of a cock. The sight of it made me lick my lips, which the kid definitely noticed. His face turned bright pink and he averted his eyes again shyly. Aw fuck, I love it when they get cute like that. I resolved right then and there to give this kid the best fuck of his young life.
I didn’t like to chase, though. Entice? Definitely. Seduce even. But I had to make sure the kid knew what he was getting into. As much as I wanted to lose all inhibitions, I had to stay cautious. Any trouble I got into here could make its way back home, and my life might be ruined. I’d at the very least lose my job.
Once I got to the cabana bar, I ordered myself a whiskey on the rocks and waited. After a few minutes, I heard someone else come up behind me a few feet away. I looked over my shoulder and gave the kid another wink, and he just nodded shyly at me again. Fucking adorable.
I needed to dip my toes in the waters some more, so I decided to strike up a conversation. “Whiskey’s good. What catches your eye?” I nodded to the menu board, but the innuendo was obvious to anyone with eyes and ears. The bartender definitely didn’t think much of it, but I knew guys in Miami were a lot more open.
The kid eyed me up and down, clearly realizing that I was giving him permission to look. He stood up a little straighter, as if he were trying to impress me or something. Aw kid, you don’t gotta do that. I like what I see already.
He approached the bar, settling in the space right next to me. Our hips were barely a few inches apart. His long blue and red board shorts were still struggling to hide his obvious chub, which made me giddy with anticipation.
“Can I have uh… a… rum and coke?” The kid’s voice was light, which made me wonder if he was even old enough to order a drink. I waited with bated breath for the bartender’s move.
“ID?” He said, glancing in my direction as if to say I got you. Still, my stomach was in knots when the kid fished his wallet out of his pocket and handed over the ID. The bartender gave it one look over and handed it back, then handed over just a can of pop.
“Sorry kid, gotta be 21. You know the rules.” My heart sank, thinking this meant my read on the kid’s age was wrong and I could get in serious trouble if I took this further. “But, come back in three years and I’ll fix you a drink,” the bartender chimed in, glancing over at me again and giving a slight nod. Thank god for this fucking bartender. Best wingman I’ve ever had. I fished out a tenner and dropped it on the counter as thanks.
Turning back to the kid, and with a little bit of liquid courage in me, I decided to close the gap. I moved so that our hips brushed up against each other. The kid was staring forward with all his might, holding himself back from letting his eyes wander over me.
“Not an adult yet, huh, kid?” I asked.
The kid seemed to take offense to that, which was typical of younger guys like him. “No, I’m an adult. I’m 18. I just didn’t think he would card me…” I breathed a sigh of relief, and my hole twitched in anticipation. This was going even better than I had hoped for.
“The name’s Richard. You here on vacation too?” I knew I was full-on flirting, but the kid seemed incredibly inexperienced so I wasn’t sure if he was picking up on it.
“I’m Joe. Yeah, I’m here with my dad, looking at colleges. We just figured we’d have a beach day while we were here.”
“Oh yeah? Where’s your dad, Joe?”
“He’s back at the hotel. He had this important business call. So he said I could go to the beach by myself,” the kid said, almost wistfully. I picked up right away that he likely was a typical story: the neglected son of a busy dad, who just wanted to spend time with his old man but work always got in the way. Those kinds always had daddy issues, which worked perfectly in my favor.
“I see. Where are you guys from?”
“Illinois. You?” The kid was warming up to me, clearly he wasn’t used to talking to a middle aged man so casually. Taking in his lean, thin frame, I figured the kid didn’t play any sports so he probably didn’t know how to talk to an older male figure.
“I’m from Wisconsin. Milwaukee. Local high school football coach,” I said.
“I, uh… I can tell,” the kid said, blushing hard. Yeah, a total newbie to flirting. “You’re in really great shape, sir.”
I chuckled. Fuck I love it when they call me sir, or even better, coach. “Thanks, Joe. Not bad for 44, right?”
Joe looked me up and down again, his nostrils flaring slightly. I tried to no avail to calm my now full on twitching puck. “Yeah, sir. You look… really nice,” Joe said, wincing slightly at his own flirt game. But there was something so endearing at it all, an 18 year kid finally giving himself permission to flirt with an older man. I’m sure he’s had fantasies for a while, and I was more than happy to fulfill them.
“Getting pretty hungry kid. You interested in grabbing a bite to eat with this old man?”
Joe’s eyes grew wide. Finally recognizing that I was fully flirting back with him. He shifted his weight from foot to foot a little bit, mulling over his options. I figured I’d give him a bone.
“I’m sure we’ll be done by the time your dad finishes up with work.”
That seemed to do the trick. I felt bad for the kid. He was so clearly starved for older male attention, the supportive coach part of me wanted to make sure he could at least enjoy his vacation instead of waiting around for his dad to finally realize that he exists.
“Alright, I’m pretty hungry too I guess.” I gave Joe a blinding smile. I almost felt like a teenager again, I was so giddy.
“My hotel room is right nearby. How about we drop our stuff there so we don’t have to lug it around? I think there’s a nice burger joint not too far either.”
After Joe and I gathered out beach supplies, I led him to my hotel. When I said nearby I meant ‘the hotel immediately next to the beach’. As soon as we walked in, Joe was awestruck.
“Woah! This is incredible! You have a balcony? With a view of the beach? And is that a jacuzzi?” His youthful glee was infectious. I made mental plans to get him in that jacuzzi at some point.
“I work hard all year to go on vacations like this, so I like to splurge a little and get a suite,” I said, but I don’t think Joe was listening to me. He was now walking into the master bath with its huge bathtub and shower that could easily fit two people, even a burly 44 year old and a young man like him.
I chuckled, “go ahead, Joe. Have a look around. I’m gonna grab a quick shower if that’s alright? Wash off the salt. Don’t raid the mini bar!” I said with a mock stern voice.
Joe wasn’t listening, so I knew I had to do something to catch his attention. I turned my back towards him and hooked my thumbs in my speedo and pulled it down to my ankles. Now, I figured this was risky, but I knew for sure that Joe was into me. And a part of me was definitely jealous that Joe was giving the room more attention than me. I may be a middle-aged man, but I can have a childish side, I admit.
“Woah, the bed is HUGE! And it’s so soft. And you have a massive TV! Holy shit is th-” Suddenly Joe’s chatter stopped in its tracks. I looked over my shoulder to see him gaped at my now unclad daddy bubble. His hands shot over to his crotch and I knew he was trying in vain to hide his growing cock.
I eyed it again and reflexively licked my lips. I had half a mind to drop to my knees right then and there, give the boy the best blowjob of his fucking life at the hands of a man old enough to be his father. But I wanted to tease him a bit more, get him so horny for me he’d really let loose.
I went into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. The shower stall had nothing but glass windows so anyone could see through it. No privacy, but perfect for an older man seducing a young guy.
I stepped into the expansive shower and let the warm water hit me, rinsing off the salt from the sea and helping relax my muscles. But one part of me was still tense. I reached back and spread my meaty cheeks, using a finger to circle around my twitching puck. Aw fuck. I needed to get stuffed, stat.
I cleaned myself out with the showerhead, my forehead resting on the wall with my back facing out of the shower. I grew bolder, letting my hungry hole swallow up one finger up to the first knuckle. It’d been a while since I had gotten fucked, not since my last vacation, so I wanted to make sure I was prepared.
Unsurprisingly, I heard the bathroom door open and someone step inside.
“Can I uh… can I take a shower too?” Joe asked in a small voice. It’s possible that the bathroom was too foggy for him to see what I was doing.
“Sure thing, Joe. Mind taking one together? It would save us some time and there’s plenty of room. Don’t be shy, I’ve showered with my players plenty of times before,” I reassured him.
Joe stripped then stepped tentatively in the shower. When the perfect water pressure and temperature hit him, he let out a low, almost sexual moan.
“I know, right? Almost as good as sex,” I said with another wink.
Joe responded by turning bright red again, but he also quickly glanced down and then made a move to cover his crotch. I caught his wrist and gently tugged it away.
“You don’t gotta be shy, buddy. Just two men here, nothing wrong with that,” I said, glancing down. My eyes almost blew out, because I knew Joe might be hung from before, but seeing his fully erect cock jutting out of his crotch at a 90 degree angle was something else entirely. Because to be clear, Joe was hung. Not just ‘hung’, but ‘H.U.N.G.’ hung. In other words, he looked like he could be half horse.
“I’m sorry,” he squeaked out.
“Nothing to be sorry for Joe,” I reassured him, wrapping my big mitt around the base of this battering ram somehow attached to a scrawny 18 year old. Joe took a sharp intake of breath, hissing through his teeth.
The lust and hunger in his eyes matched my own. I didn’t even need to ask for permission, this kid wanted this, wanted me, badly. I dropped to my knees, ignoring the creaking in my joints due to old age. I kept telling myself I needed to buy some knee pads, but for now I’d have to make do.
“You’ve got a nice cock, Joe,” I said in a throaty, lust filled voice. I gave his throbbing cockhead a good lick, savoring the taste of his pre-cum on my tongue. Joe shuddered in response, letting out a small gasp of ‘Oh my god!’ “Pre tastes good too, son.”
It had been a while since I throated a good cock. And Joe had a monster on him. I bobbed up and down on his cockhead, keeping it in my mouth and rolling my tongue around it, savoring the saltiness of his cum and the feeling of having a young guy’s cock invading my middle aged throat. I tried to take a few inches in my mouth, but pretty soon his cock was hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. I tried to fight through it, breathe through the discomfort. I took in a deep breath, and pushed it in further. Finally, it broke past the first barrier, and I gladly swallowed a few more inches. His cock was nicely settled in my throat, I could feel it deep. I was only a few inches away from the root of his dick.
I had to pull myself off it to catch my breath. Thick mucusy strands of spit connected his cock to my mouth, I could feel tears forming in my eyes. Joe, on the other hand, looked totally blown away, like he couldn’t believe what was happening. “Ever had a blowjob before, son?”
Joe took a big gulp of air. “No, no sir. Never.” He brought his hand over to my hair, a little thinner than what it used to be but still mostly there, and ran his fingers through it. “Is this ok, sir?”
“More than ok, Joe. How about you lean back and let me drain your balls. Use your hand to guide me.” I gently nudged Joe so that his back was flush with the wall. He tugged on my hair, eager to get his cock back in my mouth again. Kids these days… so impatient.
I took a deep breath, opened my mouth, and descended down on his cock. Within a few seconds, my nose was nestled in his wiry pubes, getting a nice whiff of his boy smell. Joe threw his head back and groaned “FUCK!!!”
Keeping his cock lodged inside me, I used my throat to constrict around his cock and release it alternatively, giving his entire length a good massage to coax those balls to empty. His cock throbbed in my mouth, and I felt him spurt out a small amount of pre-cum directly into my esophagus.
I was eager and hungry for it. It’d been too long since I sucked a young buck’s cock off, too long since I’ve swallowed down a heavy, thick load of teen cum. I was jonesing for a fix. I tried to slow myself down, but I was getting ravenous for it.
I pulled myself off his cock until just the head rested on my tongue, then I slammed my entire head down on his cock once more. I was seriously fucking my throat with his cock, hoovering and slobbering all over it, determined to get a reward and make Joe feel good.
“Ah, fuck, fuck, Coach. Fuck, sir… Oh my god right there! DADDY!” Joe bucked his hips to meet my throating movements, his hips thrusting wildly and stabbing my throat deep. I was in boy cock heaven, and I could tell Joe was in daddy throat heaven too.
Joe clammed himself right up, obviously embarrassed from his sudden outburst. It was an effort to pull myself off his cock, and once I did I needed to capture my breath for a few moments. “It’s ok, Joe. Call me anything you want. Richard, Coach, Daddy, or even Dad. Up to you, son.”
I took his cock in my mouth again and resumed sucking on it, really ramming the entire length in and out of me like I was fucking myself on it. The whole time one hand was on Joe’s hip to steady him, while I reached the other behind me to finger my hole. I was spreading my hole open with two fingers, eager for the chance to get that wrecker up my dadcunt.
“Dad, fuck, feels so good! I’m gonna… I’m gonna… FUCK!” Joe roared, and I felt spurts of hot cum hit my tongue, the back of my throat, I even felt some of it drip right down directly into my stomach. I loved that feeling of my belly expanding slightly from gulping down a copious load of young cum. I savored the tang and saltiness of it, patting my own stomach constantly.
Joe and I both had to catch our breaths. The teen had that slightly glazed look of a good post-cum haze. Meanwhile my own throat felt scratchy and raw from the serious beating I had just given it. Probably not the best idea for the first cock I’ve shoved down in months to be so damn huge.
“Fuck, you taste good Joe. You ever taste yourself before?”
Joe was still catching his breath, but shook his head slightly. I slowly rose to my feet, grimacing as my knees cracked once again. At full height, I was slightly taller than Joe, so I had to stoop down when I pressed my lips against his.
He kissed me like he was hungry, no starving, for it. He was a sloppy kisser. I got the impression this was maybe his first kiss ever. I used my mouth to try and guide him, help him part his lips, swiping my tongue over them so I could enter. The lingering taste of his cum on my tongue made me lightheaded, and I fed it back to Joe. Our tongues wrestled together, a nice sloppy make out, as I snowballed his load to him.
My arms went around his skinny body and I held him close. He sighed into me and his kisses became languid, like he was relishing in the moment. His hands went around my back and wrestled over my fat daddy ass. His hands were too small to fully palm it (most men were), but he still grabbed and squeezed at whatever he could. I loved that feeling of being manhandled by a young guy.
Finally, I pulled away. Joe looked dazed, his eyelids hooded. He just stared back at me. “How was that for your first blowjob and kiss, Joe?”
It took Joe another minute to fully down from his high. “It was amazing, sir. Uh, Richard. That.. your throat was incredible. I’ve never cum that hard or that much before.”
I smiled wide at him. “Good to hear, Joe. There’s plenty more of that, I promise.”
“But, um, that wasn’t my first kiss. I did kiss my date at Junior prom but, uh, not with tongue. It was fine… she just wasn’t that…” Joe trailed off.
“She wasn’t a hot daddy with a talented throat and a meaty man ass, right?”
Joe just shook his head. The kid was so fucking adorable, which just made my hole twitch harder for him. Calm down, they’ll be plenty of time for that later.
I shut the water off and Joe grabbed two of those giant fluffy white hotel towels. I grabbed one and use it to help towel Joe off. When I got down to his cock, I noticed it was still half hard, but he winced when my hand went around it. “You still want more, kid?”
“Yeah… I do, Richard,” Joe said, as if testing my name out in his mouth.
“There'll be more time for that. Kids like you have incredible recovery time.” I patted him on the shoulder. Eyeing that whopper of a cock, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to resist. “How about we skip lunch and go for Round 2?" Joe looked at me like the possibility of Round 2 occurring was outside his wildest imagination. Poor kid didn’t even know how much of a stud he was.
Could you imagine? Very first BJ, very first date, with a total stud of an ex-jock man. Joe hit the jackpot and didn’t even know it. He was nervous, so I knew I had to take the lead. “Get on the bed, Joe. Gonna show you how this daddy ass drives stick.”
To be continued...
Comments
Commander Proton
Yes please!
Charlie Walker
I didnt plan on it. Maybe, but not in the way you might be hoping.
Martelman
Great Chapter 1. Can't wait for the others. Do we get to meet Joe's dad, too?
Charlie Walker
Glad you like it because the werewolf story has the same basic premise :P
grkotter91
I'm loving reading about this dom daddy bottom guiding a young top through his first sexual experiences. =) I can't wait to see what Richard brings out in Joe through this date.
Hev
Love slutty dads 😍
David
Very hot!
B87
It’s fabulous, really well-developed story arc. Super sensual. Good job.
