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Luke's Big Butt Problems Chapter 8 (Revised, Sex Only)
🕑 Added 2023-03-23 00:31:32 +0000 UTC“Come on, just a few more steps.” Luke’s arm was around my shoulder as I tried to steady him so he could walk from my truck to the motel room. We were lucky there was still a room available - though I suspect this place wasn’t exactly an upscale resort. The guy at the front desk gave me major pervert vibes: he couldn’t stop checking out my body and undressing me with his eyes as he got our key. Either way, a cheap motel with a bed would do for now.
Luke seemed like he was getting better after seeing that… Doctor. But now, he was worse than before. He was pale, dizzy, shivering. He hobbled through the door and I helped sit him on the bed. As I closed the door I couldn’t help but notice the trail of droplets from my truck to the motel room. I really hoped the motel wouldn’t mind quite a few stains on their carpet and bed sheets.
“Oh fuck, god, Coach, I’m so sorry.” Luke’s head was in his hands as he let another strangled groan. Despite being so large and muscular, he seemed small. Almost reminding me of the little boy he once was.
“Don’t worry about it, Luke. You never have to apologize for having… this kind of condition. I don’t think it’s gross, and I don’t think any less of you as a man.”
Luke finally pulled his face out of his hands and looked up at me with those big green eyes, relief rolling off his shoulders. Suddenly, he clutched his stomach and cried out in pain.
“Luke! What just happened?”
“Oh god, Coach, fuuuuuuck!” Clearly in distress, I tried to grab his shoulders before he collapsed backwards on the bed. And that’s when I saw it. The bottom of the sheets were, quite frankly, completely SOAKED. All of that came out of Luke? It seemed like all of this… natural lube or whatever it was, wouldn’t stop leaking out of him. I choked on the thick smell filling the room, expecting it to be acrid but instead my nostrils are assaulted by a light, sweet, almost fruity scent that makes me lightheaded. I took a deep breath in and savored the smell for a moment before I got back to focusing on Luke.
“It’s ok, just try to stay calm. First of all, let’s get you out of these shorts before they’re completely ruined.” Luke obediently lifted his hips and I was able to grasp his wet shorts. With how soaking wet they were, the thin fabric had become sticky and plastered onto his skin. It was tough to even get a grip on it, it was like trying to pull off a wet t-shirt in the middle of a humid summer. I glacially peeled his shorts off from his glistening skin, careful not to tug too hard incase I ripped them. Finally, I got them off, bunching the shorts into a wet ball then letting it fall on the floor with a splat. Luke was still wearing that strange “medical garment”, which was honestly just a jockstrap. I didn’t know what was so special about it. I guess it DID slightly part his cheeks and hold them in place, while keeping his junk tucked away and secure. At the same time, those straps dug into each of his big round cheeks, the indent signifying just how soft and plump they were.
“FUCK! Coach, please, please, I fucking need it.” Now nearly naked just clad in that jock, Luke flipped over on the bed so he was on his hands and knees facing me. He buried his face in a pillow while pumping his hips back, making his cheeks bounce and jiggle. It was like a waterfall of juice slopping out of his fluttering pink hole. Those two fat globes, bouncing up and down but also somehow together… his hole was pushing out so much of that lube that strings of it connected each of his ass cheeks as they clapped. The sounds of wet flesh slapping together filled the room, which seemed to send an electric jolt right to my dick. He was bouncing his ass so hard that tiny droplets of juice flew off his ass as he shaked and clapped his jock booty. If I didn’t know better, I’d say Luke was behaving like… a needy slut in heat. But that would be inappropriate.
I knew what Luke needed, what he was asking of me. But I couldn’t do it. That’s a line that I could never cross. Sure, he was legally an adult. But he was still a student of mine, and I’ve known him since he was a kid. I’d be some kind of monster if I did something like that to him. The guilt ate at me. How could I think those kinds of things about him? I knew he was acting like… like a dirty slut, showing off his ass and hole, making it wink and flex at me, as if inviting me inside it. I should be ashamed I was even considering this in the first place. My protective instinct took over me. I can’t imagine how I would react if somebody else took advantage of Luke like this. I would probably end up in jail.
“I’m sorry, Luke… I can’t.” I tried to ignore my thickening cock, feeling all the blood rush into my cock and making it slowly grow hard in my shorts. Why the fuck did I wear these shorts? My cock was getting so hard it was painful. My balls felt tight and full, and it was all too much. I had to peel down my shorts, letting my cock spring free, bouncing a little bit in the air after being confined for so long. I felt some instant relief at no longer being constricted. I tried to tell myself that me being this hard, probably the hardest I’ve ever been in life, had absolutely nothing to do with how lewdly Luke was behaving… but even I didn’t really believe that.
Luke glanced over his shoulder and when his eyes drifted to my erect cock, they locked on and couldn’t look away. I felt suddenly self conscious, but also that look of pure hunger coming from Luke, that animalistic urge, just made the blood pump even more into my dick. I had a front row seat to his big fat jock bubble butt bouncing, and when a large glob of that clear natural lube, or juice as Luke called it, dripped down his taint and onto the bed I had to stifle a moan.
“God, fucking… Coach. YOUR COCK! Just put it in me, fucking put it in me, stick your FUCKING COCK in me and BREED me Coach, FUCK!”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Luke, my Luke, was spewing the nastiest, most vulgar words I could imagine. Luke always kept to himself a little bit, and was never so… direct and forthcoming about his wants and needs. A part of myself broke hearing the boy I knew talking like a dirty fucking cumslut. A dick starved whore that just needed some fat daddy dick inside it.
I gulped. I couldn’t do that. I’d never do that. The thought of putting my dick in Luke… honestly never occurred to me before. Or… did it? Sure there were a few times I noticed that his butt was big and round… I am an ass man, all the women I’ve dated were very curvy and gifted in that area. And it’s undeniable that Luke has one of the most breathtaking bubble butts I’ve ever seen…
It was a work of art almost. The sheer size of it, no wonder Luke had so much trouble finding pants that fit or his ass literally burst out of his gym shorts. Two strong glutes that are somehow still bouncy, like the perfect mixture of soft fat and solid muscle. Just the sight of it made my mouth water, which wasn’t helped by the pungent aroma of his juice filling my nostrils, the whole room, like a fog of cunt and pussy that was so strong I could taste it in the air. The source of this, of course, was his wet and glistening pink hole, looking like it was already prepped and lubed up, so hungry and smooth and inviting. How could I not look at that and think it was anything other than fucking pussy? My dick was practically screaming at me to just shove it up his fat ass cunt and breed the fucking slut.
Wait. What the fuck am I even thinking?? I’m not even attracted to men!
Except for that time in college, a nagging voice in my head rang out.
“Coach, I’m going crazy here, it WON’T FUCKING STOP.”
Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard before in my life. I felt horrible, getting turned on by this. Not only was Luke my student, but he was also clearly in distress. I couldn’t take advantage of him like that, no matter how much he begged. I needed to get out of there before I did something I’d regret, but the motel room was small. My only choice was to go into the bathroom and lock the door behind me.
“COOOACH!!” Luke’s moans came through the door. I looked down at my crotch over the toilet seat. My dick was rock hard, veins throbbing, 13-inches of hard-as-steel coach meat. The precum bubbled out of my pissslit and lazily dangled down to the toilet.
“FUCKING POUND MY PUSSY, PLEASE!!” I tried to block out the noise of Luke’s moaning. This wasn’t right.
I felt horrible as I cupped my hand underneath my cockhead and swiped my thumb over my slit to gather up my pre-cum. With the amount that I was discharging, I had enough to slather all over my dick, despite it being extra large. I’ve heard plenty of complaints about my dick size. Quite a few women turned me down. Even Laura would sometimes say she was too sore, that I fucked too hard. Of course I was respectful, but it’s not fun going to bed with blue balls. The only person who ever took my dick easily and without complaint was… him.
My groans joined in chorus to Luke’s as I grasped around my shaft, squeezing below the head to push even more pre-cum out. My rough, calloused hands were plenty lubed up enough, just enough so I could feel some friction, not too slick. I tried to cover my mouth, but the feeling of my fingers wrapped around my dick seemed to be hardwired to my mouth, and I couldn’t stop myself.
“FUCK! COACH! I can FUCKING smell you! Don’t… fucking don’t waste it Coach, put it in me!!”
Oh fuck.
Smell me? After driving for hours and sweating bullets at whatever the fuck happened with the nurse, my musk was so strong it almost overpowered the smell of Luke’s juice. I’m sure the smell of tangy sweat was having as much of an effect on Luke as the smell of his juice was having on me.
My head clouded with lust, a need to cum so all-consuming it pushed out any thoughts of guilt or shame over getting off on Luke’s slutty, needy moans. My hand picked up pace as I gripped from the bottom to the top, using my other hand to roughly grip my balls and tug them downwards. My head rolled back and I failed to bite back a moan. The shitty construction of this cheap hotel somehow seemed to amplify the sounds I was making, the moans and wet slick sounds of my hand fisting my cock, echoing out so Luke could clearly hear it all. I moaned loudly as I felt my achingly full balls start to draw up. Oh fuck, was I really going to cum from this?
Then the tone changed. Luke wasn’t moaning or yelling anymore. I listened closely through the door, and I heard soft sobs and sniffles. Fuck, Luke was hurting, and here I was jerking off in the bathroom. I felt disgusted with myself.
I tentatively opened the door and came out, only to see Luke on his hands and knees on the bed, his face buried in the pillows, which didn’t do enough to suppress his cries.
“Oh God, Luke.” I forgot about everything else. Luke needed me. I came up behind and placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling it burning as he shuddered at the contact. “What’s happening to you? This isn’t like you!”
I rubbed his back around his shoulder blades. I hadn’t seen Luke cry like this in years. This reminded me of the times when he was a kid and had a scraped knee from sliding on the bases. Luke would try so hard to appear tough, to force himself not to cry, because he didn’t want the other kids to make fun of him.
But my memories of Luke as a child were instantly dispersed when my rough hands rubbed his strong shoulders. My hard calloused hands massaged his shoulders, working out the tension on the smooth and hard muscle. Feeling all that muscle just reminded me that Luke wasn’t a boy anymore. He was a man now. Despite all of that, seeing him so weak and vulnerable hurt me. Ever since I met him I promised to protect Luke, and here he was, whimpering into the bed while his needy ass still bounced.
After a few minutes Luke was able to calm himself down. “Coach, it hurts so much. I’m losing it, I don’t feel like myself, I feel so fucking EMPTY and I just… fuck Coach I know exactly what I need. I’ve been fighting it so much, but it feels so RIGHT now. Coach, I need cock. I need a big cock in my pussy, I need it to breed me, I need cum inside me. Please, Coach. I need it. I need you.”
My heart broke, and my guilt turned from being over how turned on I was to how I was denying Luke what he needed. I was always there for him, unconditionally. I always thought that I would do anything for Luke, anything. But I never imagined that this situation would be part of it.
I gulped, my eyes wandering to Luke’s big fat ass cheeks. They wobbled slightly, Luke slowly grinding his hips into the bed, making them shift. I could see his hole, his pussy as he called it, and the globs of that clear liquid drip out.
This was so wrong. But was it wrong to help Luke? This was a serious situation. How could I stand here and outright refuse to give him what he needed, when I could offer it so easily? This was a line I never imagined that I’d cross, Luke was like a son to me. He was my player, my student.
I flashbacked to Luke as a little boy. The same crying face. But Luke wasn’t a little boy anymore. He was a man, an adult. He wasn’t fighting against his emotions or refusing to ask for help. He was embracing what he really was, and telling me exactly what he needed. I felt like I had to help Luke, not out of obligation, but out of love.
“Are you sure about this Luke?” I asked as grasped my cock and slapped it against one of his ass cheeks. My spongey cockhead pressed against his already wet and lubed up smooth pillowy cheeks. I was precumming so hard that every time I slapped his cheek with my cock, a strand connected my cockhead to his ass, only to snap off as Luke bounced his cheeks, leaving a stamp of my pre-cum on his jiggly cakes.
“FUCK YES COACH!!” Luke roared as he buried his face in the pillows then pushed his back suddenly, making his cheeks slap. The squelching sounds of wet, lubed up ass clapping together filled the room, his needy and wet ass creating a symphony of wet claps. As I got closer, the scent of his pussy juice was burning my nose hairs, it was so thick that I could taste it in the air and it clogged my throat. The sight of his fat, round ass cheeks, bouncing like that at the slightest provocation made my breath hitch. Luke needed cum inside him so badly he was shivering, almost like a junkie aching for a fix. My cock had never been harder in my entire life, my balls so full and desperately needing to be emptied.
This is for Luke. I’m doing this for Luke, not for myself. I chanted in my head as I pressed my spongey cockhead against Luke’s pink hole… No not, his asshole. His pussy. Just tell yourself it’s a pussy, you fuck pussy.
There was no denying it. Luke’s ass clapped together wetly, flinging droplets of his pussy juice onto me. I felt like I was on drugs or something, I was so turned on, practically going cross eyed from how badly my balls ached. I needed to fuck something, and I just happened to have what looked like a Grade-A pussy in front of me.
Luke is behaving like a cheap slut in a bad porno. My jaw dropped when he reached back and grabbed both of his massive cheeks, spreading them to show off his perfectly pink pussy and his steady stream of pussy juice. His pussy was opening and closing ever so slightly, reminding me of a baby bird. It was hungry, to say the least. Starving even, that much was clear.
“Coach!! Stop teasing and fuck my pussy!!”
I moved automatically. I pressed my cockhead against his hole, and with almost no effort it breached past his soft lips and sunk slowly into his pussy until it was buried to the hilt. His ring was somehow both elastic and tight, stretched over my thick cock, and I was shocked at how easily all 13 inches slid into Luke’s pussy. The sensations were overwhelming, how wet he was, how fat his ass was, how it jiggled slightly when I pressed my upper thighs against it. Even though Luke was behaving like a porn star, his ass was so fat, and he had a pussy, I was hyper aware that he was all man. A part of me was proud of Luke. The part that wasn’t more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.
Something took over me. Like an animalistic, primitive part of my brain. The part that every man has: to breed, to spread his seed, to mount someone and fill them with your genetic code. Only this time, there was no chance of pregnancy. I was a rough fucker, and I needed to fuck. My concern for Luke flew out the window when his pussy squeezed my dick, and I was done for.
I grabbed the back of Luke's head, my fingers gripping his shaggy brown hair, and I pulled back. This made Luke gasp and clenched harder on my cock. I tried to pull my cock out, but it was like his pussy lips had a vacuum seal around my manmeat. I finally was able to wrestle a few inches out, then pushed forward while yanking him back. Even though it was just a few inches, not even a full stroke fuck, it was enough to make Luke moan again. The force of the rough movement made the droplets of assjuice that Luke had splattered onto me fling off and dribble down my body to mix with my sweat and settle in my hairy torso.
“Ohhhhh fuuuuuuck, soooo biiiig!!”
Hearing him moan like that, for me, helped my guilt somewhat. Luke not only needed this, he wanted this. He wanted my cock. And I was going to give it to him. Hard. Rough. Deep.
I grabbed Luke’s shoulder and started to pound him out in earnest. I fucked him as hard as I could, focusing on the bounce of his ass, making sure I gave enough power in my thrusts to make his cakes jiggle and clap together. The wet, rhythmic wet slapping sounds of flesh on flesh filled the room, mixed in with Luke’s little yelps and moans when I hit that spot deep inside him.
With every thrust I felt Luke’s soft jiggly cheeks bounce on my dick. We fucked like machinery. I pounded into him and every thrust got the reaction of a moan. The harder I fucked, the more Luke’s ass shook, which just made me fuck him even harder.
I grabbed Luke’s taut waist to steady himself so I could really piledrive my cock into him. Leaning against the edge of the bed, I used it as leverage so I could change the angle. When I drove my cock into Luke’s wet pussy from above with a loud squelch, he yelped and his whole body shook.
I had never felt a pussy like this before. It was warm, wet, tight, soft, and elastic. His slicked up ring somehow gripped my cock with just the right amount of pressure; enough to require effort to push it in and out, but not so tight that I couldn’t force my cock down smoothly. Feeling his pussy stretch and contract as I pumped into him was pushing me over the edge. Luke’s pussy was perfection, like a cock-milking machine. Who knew Luke had something like this? Did Sammy know about it? If I were him, I might not be able to stop myself from using Luke’s pussy whenever possible.
I felt the telltale signs of my balls going tight and tried to slow my thrusts so I wouldn’t cum too soon. Luke hadn’t squirted yet like he did in the office, and I knew he needed to get fucked until he did. But, Luke had a different plan. I tried to pull away, but Luke just pushed his fat ass back onto my dick and grinded his bubble cheeks onto me. I couldn’t help but give his bubble butt a quick swat, which made them jiggle and ripple like jello. I gripped his cheeks hard, my fingers driven into his flesh, trying to hold perch but his ass was just too big to palm. It seemed like each cheek was bigger than a basketball, squishy yet firm, the perfect mix of powerful muscle and bouncy fat.
“FUCK! LUKE!” I tried to push him off me, but Luke was stronger. Not sure if it was because he was younger, or because I was growing weak from this intense fuck, but when Luke slammed his ass back onto me and I saw his cakes bounce forward and back, I lost it. I cried out and leaned forward as I felt my balls empty their contents into Luke’s pussy.
“AW FUCK YEAH COACH, BREED THAT PUSSY!”
With every volley of hot cum I shot inside Luke’s pussy, I felt waves of pleasure trail up and down my body. My balls were emptying at an incredible rate, pumping more cum into Luke than I even thought possible. It was easily the size of at least two of my regular loads, maybe even three. I collapsed onto Luke’s broad back, spent from having my soul sucked out of me through Luke’s perfect pussy.
“Aw fuck Coach, that’s it?”
That’s it?
What the fuck was Luke talking about? I pulled out of him with a wet plop, not surprised to see a large glob of pussy juice drip out of him, but not a single drop of cum. I didn't even know where it all went. Did it just get absorbed inside Luke? Even after the rough fucking I had just given Luke’s pussy with my cock, the tight pink ring seemed to snap back into place easily, returning to it’s previous almost virgin-like tightness. Despite it being so tight, it was rhythmically open and closing, almost yawning or like…a baby bird begging to be fed. It was clearly happy to be fed some cum - but it wanted even more, suddenly empty and practically begging for me to pound it again and dump another load inside.
“You want more, Luke?” I couldn’t hide the disbelief in my voice. I flipped over onto my back so I was beside Luke, and he did the same. We looked each other in the eyes. Luke seemed better, calmed, but he was still shivering slightly, like he had all this pent up energy and frustration that he needed to get out of him.
“Coach… I haven’t squirted yet.” Luke said simply, his tone a little pleading.
Despite having just emptied my balls into Luke, my still semi-hard cock throbbed and began to grow back to life. Jesus, I haven’t had a marathon fuck like this is a decade. What was going on?
Luke flipped over, still in a daze, his face clouded by lust and need. Without saying a word, Luke reached behind his knees and drew his legs up, giving the perfect view of his still slightly gaped pussy. Within seconds, I was rock hard, my dick throbbing in anticipation of feeling that warm pussy around it again. I got up on the bed over Luke, face to face with him
.
Slick with pussy juice and remnants of my cum, I sunk my cock into Luke’s pussy like butter. A sticky yet slick mixture of my remaining cum and his pussy juice helped my cock slide in, his tight little ring stretching easily to accommodate my size. The sloppiness of his hole just made the wet squelching of cock going into pussy even louder. I couldn’t believe how hot this was, the fact that Luke’s hole was such a mess, so wet, somehow even warmer.
As I sunk inch by inch once again, I could see Luke's face go slack as I snaked into his guts. Finally, when I pressed my pubes up against his taint, his eyes rolled back and he was completely blissed out. For the first time all day, Luke actually looked like he was calm and satisfied. It was such a relief to see that he wasn’t this desperate, needy mess, almost like a junkie in search of his fix. I’m glad that it was me, someone who has Luke’s best interests at heart, to help him like this. I felt an immense sense of pride, strangely, as both a sexual partner and coach.
“Fuckkkk… Coach. Fucking do it.”
Looking into his face, his lust-filled gaze, his hunger for my cock, I realized something. Luke wasn’t the boy I knew, the one who looked so sad as he obediently waited for his mom to pick him up. He was a man. But not just a man. A man with a pussy. A man who acted like a whore, a slut, to get what he wanted: cock.
I pumped my hips into Luke, my thighs slapping against his hamstrings. Every time I bottomed out, I ground my hips in a circular motion to stretch his pussy out. Luke seemed to really like that, because every time I did it he threw his head back and moaned.
“Coach… Coach…”
I loved seeing him like this. An expression I’d never seen on him before. Losing himself completely to lustful hunger. I angled my hips to try and find that spot again. Wordlessly, Luke hooked his legs up and around my waist, to pull me in slightly, and with a slight rearranging I must have found that spot inside him.
“FUCK! THERE!! DADDY!!” Luke screamed as I nudged, prodded, poked, and pressed against that spot. As soon as he screamed that out, something inside me changed. He’d never called me dad before, this was the first time. But it felt right. Except… hearing those words sent an electric shock right to my dick, making it even harder. Why was I so turned on by him calling me daddy? It gave me a second wind, and I focused my attack on that spot deep inside Luke’s pussy, my dick slamming into it like a bullseye. It was like that spot was a button that was linked directly to the pleasure centers of Luke’s brain.
I leaned forward, our faces so close they could easily touch, staring at Luke’s eyes, hooded with lust, heavy with bliss. Our foreheads touched, the tension between our lips was palpable. Like there was an electric charge between us. It just made me fuck him even harder, and after several well-timed thrusts against that pussy spot, Luke broke our contact and melted back into the bed.
The schlupping of Luke’s wet pussy was pushing me over. It was somehow getting even wetter, and it created the nastiest squelches I’d ever heard. Like my dick was stirring inside him, rearranging his insides. Luke’s pussy squeezed me, milked me, his well-controlled muscles starting from my base and squeezing up like getting toothpaste out of a tube.
This time it took me by surprise. “FUCKING TAKE MY CUM, SON!!!” I roared as I emptied my balls into Luke a second time, my cum pumping into him to the point where some even leaked out of his pussy before Luke could suck it all down, drooling out and over his ass cheeks and onto the bed. Spilling my seed inside a willing pussy. I couldn’t help but think that if Luke were a woman, I’m pretty sure I’d be a dad again. Well, now I am a daddy, but in a whole different way. This wasn’t just sex, it was mating.
I collapsed onto Luke, my face above his shoulder while his rested against my chest. I didn’t dare take my cock out of his pussy yet, worried that it would create another spillage situation. After catching my breath, I pulled myself up and looked into his eyes.
“Are you sure that was ok, Luke?”
“Oh fuck yeah Coach, you treat my pussy so good… fuckin’ huge dick.” Luke moaned in my ear while he started to grind his pussy onto my somehow still semi-hard cock, making it hard again.
What the fuck was happening to me? Here I was, 38 years old, and fucking and cumming like I was in college. Where was this all coming from, 10 years of pent up sexual tension? How the hell weren’t my balls completely empty yet, why did they still feel full?
“Almost Coach, I’m almost there. One more time, I promise, just one more…”
And I wanted to. I wanted to fuck Luke again, to pound another load into him. But most of all I wanted to make him squirt. I needed to.
The bed was a mess. This cheap motel mattress was now soaking wet, a combination of sweat, pussy juice, and a few drops of my cum that had leaked out of Luke. As much as I wanted to fuck him into the bed, it was honestly too gross.
There was another bed, to be sure, but I had another solution in mind.
“Luke, can you stand?”
He thought for a second, then shook his head. “I don’t think so, Coach. My legs are still wobbly and my head is all foggy.”
Well, that left me only one choice. I flipped Luke over, hooked my arms underneath his beefy thighs, then lifted him up onto the floor. I wrestled a bit in high school, and the long-lost skills came back as I put Luke into a modified Nelson hold. He was big, and it wasn’t exactly easy, but I was strong enough to lift him up and down on my cock.
My cock slips into Luke’s pussy for a third time, this time wetter than ever, the tightness loosening up a bit and the sloppy squelches sounding even more obscene. I lifted Luke up and down, my muscles straining, while simultaneously pumping my hips up.
This was fucking hot. Something about this was so… masturbatory. Almost like Luke was one of those sex toys guys would use to get off, those cylinders with the soft insides and fake vagina. But I was never brave enough to get one. Instead, I was using Luke like one, lifting him up and down like he weighed nothing even as every muscle in my body burned. I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to keep this position up.
With Luke in this position, I could slam him down so much more forcefully, really piledrive him onto my cock and work at getting it in as deep as I could. The new angle also helped me find even more spots inside Luke that made him go wild. The curve of Luke’s ass massaged my cock in a new way, clenching around the root every time I lifted him up before slamming him back down. Every time I did that I matched it with my own thrust upwards, sending my heavy balls slapping against his taint.
Luke was screaming the whole time I’m pumping his jock pussy up and down my cock, of course. And then finally, finally, I feel him grip my forearms so hard he’s almost crushing them.
“COACH!! IT’S CUMMING!! MY FUCKING PUSSY IS CUMMING!!”
Luke’s eyes rolled back as his pussy just unleashed a torrent of juice, spraying it out over my cock and right onto the already ruined bed. I feel some of it splash onto me, down my legs. His pussy just doesn’t stop, it must be pumping out a liter of juice. The slick gushing sounds and Luke’s erotic moaning sends me over the edge, and I cum for the third time inside Luke’s pussy, so deep it would be in his womb if he were a woman.
After what felt like hours of both of us cumming our brains out, but couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, Luke’s pussy squirting slowed to a trickle and my balls were thoroughly spent, this time for real. There was not even a drop of cum left in them, and instead Luke had more cum inside of him than a porn star in a six man gang bang.
I looked around the room. We had completely destroyed it. The entire room reeked not only of Luke’s pussy juice, but the unmistakable smell of cum. Anybody who walked in would immediately know that sex had taken place. But not just any sex - wild nasty sex. There were cum stains on the sheets and carpet from the remnants that had leaked out of Luke’s pussy. His juice had been flung and splattered all over the room, giving almost the entire room a thin sheen of pungent pussy juice.
We were both exhausted, and I slowly lowered Luke to the ground again. His legs were still wobbly, but he seemed to have calmed down.
“Thank you Coach. Fuck that was it. I needed that.”
I was relieved. Finally this nightmare was over. And I was happy and somewhat proud that I was the one to be able to help Luke like this.
We were both exhausted, but filthy. I thought about taking him into the shower first, showering together, soaping up his young muscular body while he felt up my middle-aged dad muscles. My cock was thoroughly spent, and gave a slight try at getting hard again, but he was going to be out of commission for a while. I led Luke into the bathroom, hoping the small motel shower would fit the both of us.
After showering, where we were barely able to squeeze ourselves into the tiny shower but eventually made it work, Luke and I got onto the other clean bed, if you could even call a ratty motel bed clean. Luke was on his side with his back to me, and my still soft cock was making a valiant effort to get hard again. It was nestled snugly in between his fat ass cheeks, almost like a bun around a hotdog, but not deep enough for any penetration. I’d never slept in the same bed as Luke before, but something about this felt so right. It was comforting, having him in my arms like this. I always knew that Luke secretly desired affection more than anything, with how much he was left on his own due to his single parent household. He’s always had Sammy, but lately that had changed…
An idea came to me.
“Luke… this whole thing. The pussy thing. Does that have anything to do with what’s going on between you and Sammy? Is he the friend who was helping you that you told the doctor about?”
Luke was silent for a few moments, and I wondered if he had fallen asleep. Instead, he spoke softly.
“Sammy was helping me. I thought he was, y’know, just being a good bro. But then he told me he loved me. And I… fuck, I was a complete asshole to him. I didn’t want to admit that I had a pussy. But now, I think, I made a huge mistake.”
“Oh, Luke.” Now everything made sense. Those signs I had noticed before were correct. Luke and Sammy’s feelings for each other went way beyond friendship, and it just took Luke much longer to realize that.
“It’s going to be okay, Luke. I know it seems hard right now, but I meant what I said before. You just need to talk to him. Tell him everything.”
“I don’t know if he’ll ever forgive me.” Luke’s whisper was thick with sadness.
“I know it hurts, but you need to try. I’m sure Sammy wants to end this fight just as much as you.”
“Thanks, Coach,” Luke yawned, and I wrapped my arms around him tighter as we both drifted off to sleep.
Comments
Not going to lie I kind of want luke to end up with mark too. I just feel like Sammy wouldn't be enough for luke.
Bella Lime
Booo, those that don’t want character development. Lol
