Wrestling gives me a hard-on. Not that "professional" shit on television with steroided guys throwing chairs at each other, but real down-on-the-mat wrestling. Every time I watch a match I bone up, and the better the match, the harder I get until sometimes I just can't fuckin' stand it.

Now, don't go getting the wrong idea about me. It's not the wrestlers themselves that get me hard, 'cause I'm just not wired that way. As coach of Brandon College's wrestling team, I've seen plenty of naked guys in the locker room and my fuck-rod hasn't so much as twitched. No, what gets me stiff and throbbing is the physicality of the sport itself. Watching those grappling, half-naked bodies and hearing their grunts of struggle sends a simple message to my cock: Fuck now! And what I want to fuck is pussy.

Needless to say, my job keeps my sexual arousal level highly elevated. In fact, my constant need to release the pressure in my 'nads contributed to my divorce. At first Vonnie loved it when I'd come home with a real diamond-cutter and bang her for hours until my tanks were drained and her twat was overflowing with multiple loads of my Polish baby-batter. But after a couple of years she got tired of our too-frequent marathon fucks and pretty much cut me off. So instead of going home to "Sleeping Beauty" and a less-than-satisfactory whack-job or pillow-fuck, I started hitting the local nightspots. When Vonnie finally figured out what was going on, I became a free man.

That was four years ago, and my wrestling-inspired cunt-plunger is still getting pussy galore even though I now look older than my 32 years. Sure, my body's still a hard-muscled 5'8" with no real gut to speak of, but my ash-blond hair has migrated southward. The hair on my scalp has thinned considerably, and what used to be a sexy patch of hair on my barrel chest has expanded into a silken wall-to-wall carpet covering my entire body, including my shoulders and back.

You'd think that in an era of slender, body-waxed pretty boys, a stocky, balding, hairy bulldog like me wouldn't be prime pickings. But you'd be wrong. That's because-as many satisfied ladies will attest-my dick is perfect for fucking. I'll admit that at a fraction over five inches, it's a bit on the short side. But my stubby is a goddamn thick fucker, capped with a large head with a broad ridge that stimulates the fuckin' hell out of any c1it it encounters. And my big 'nads can still spit spunk three or four or sometimes five times a night. So yeah, in some circles, I'm a fuckin' popular guy.

My wrestling team's outstanding performance this season has only added to my usual highly-revved sexual drive. We were winning match after match, in large part because of Sean Flannigan, a sophomore and my rising star. Under my coaching he had improved dramatically after a lackluster freshman season, inspiring the whole team to do better and propelling us toward the regional championship. Of course, the better the team did, the harder my quim-crammer got. By mid-season I was in a sexual frenzy--I needed it bad, and I needed it often.

Our match against Hunter College was so outrageously good that my jock was about to burst and my sperm-spout was leaking like a spigot with a worn-out washer. It was so god-damned fuckin' painful that I couldn't wait to get out of the gym, find some snatch to empty my aching tanks into, and get some relief. I was so driven by my fuck-need that I gave my locking-up duties to Sean and headed off to my favorite sleazy bar.

I was halfway to Skeeter's when I realized that in my cunt-craving state I'd left my wallet in my office. Pissed off at my own stupidity, I made a fast U-turn and headed back to the gym. The locker room lights were on and water was running in the showers. This did not improve my mood. Muttering curses at Sean's irresponsibility, I stormed toward the shower area, and stopped dead in my tracks at the end of a row of lockers.

Just out of the showers' spray, Sean was squatting in front of Mario Escobar, a senior and last season's star wrestler. The stocky redhead's face was tight against Mario's crotch, his freckled complexion flushed from exertion, his hands clutching Mario's muscular thighs. Mario gripped Sean's head to hold him steady while he ground his hips against Sean's face.

"Oh, that's so fuckin' good!" I could barely hear Mario's voice above the rush of the water. "I love it when you take me all the way down your throat like that! Oh fuck, you're such a good fuckin' cocksucker! Oh God, I'm gonna fuckin' cum! Take it, fucker!"

Mario trembled and let out a roar that echoed through the empty locker room. His muscular body slammed against the shower wall and he tightened his grip on Sean's head, keeping his cock buried to the root while Sean sputtered and choked as he took Mario's load.

When Mario's orgasm abated, he pulled his dick out of Sean's mouth. As inch after inch of his cock came into view, coated with spit and jism, I was astounded by how deep he'd been embedded. The tapered head finally emerged, partially sheathed in foreskin, capping what had to be at least ten inches of meat.

"Want more?" Mario teased, stroking his still-stiff stick.

Sean, panting for breath, nodded excitedly. "Fuck, yeah," he managed to gasp. "I want your cock."

"Beg for it." Sean responded by quickly turning around and dropping his head and shoulders onto the wet tile floor. He presented his smooth-skinned, freckled rump to his teammate, spreading his beefy ass cheeks apart and displaying his dusky rosebud. "Fuck me, Mario!" he whimpered. "Please! I need your dick so bad!"

"I dunno. I got a date with Jazmin tomorrow night. Maybe I'll hold off and slip it to her instead." "No!" Sean wailed. "Fuck me! Please! I'll lick your balls," he pleaded. "Jazmin won't do that."

Mario snorted. "How would you know, pussy-boy?"

Sean had two fingers from each hand in his asshole, spreading it wide, and was wriggling around like a bitch in heat. "Fuck me, Mario, please! I need you to fuck me!" He was almost sobbing. "You promised!"

"Okay, you talked me into it." Mario drooled a big dollop of saliva onto Sean's exposed ass-ring.

Oh my god, what was happening here? I definitely understood Mario's need to get his rocks off, but using another guy as a cum-dump? And Sean! Jesus! Sean Flannigan, star of the wrestling team and son of the police chief, was groveling on the floor of the gym showers, begging to be cornholed by a brother wrestler whose ten-inch dick he had just deep-throated!

I should have announced my presence and called a halt to their grotesque behavior. But I didn't. For some unknown reason I kept silent and kept watching. Mario crouched behind Sean and grasped the root of his stiff cock with his free hand. He took aim and speared Sean with the entire length of his long pole in one smooth forward move. Sean's eyes shot open wide, his jaw dropped, and he gasped from pain, pleasure, or maybe both. "Oh fuck, yes!" he howled. "Fuck me!"

Mario mercilessly pounded his teammate's beefy ass with his long cock while Sean begged to be dicked even harder. Sean's own stiffy slapped against his stomach and seeped a constant stream of clear fluid onto the tile floor while the wrestlers rutted and grunted like animals.

The very idea of guys having sex with each other had always disgusted me, but now that I was actually watching two young studs going at it, I couldn't tear my gaze away. I'd been highly aroused when I'd rushed out of the gym in search of pussy, but now, despite my cunt-loving nature, the sight and sounds of my two star wrestlers doing the nasty on the shower floor was pushing me right up to the edge. I was so fascinated watching their activity that I was completely unaware that I was kneading my thick fuck-muscle through my shorts. Unaware, that is, until I was spewing seed into the pouch of my jockstrap and I involuntarily yelled "Oh fuck!" the way I always do when I cum.

Mario and Sean froze in mid-fuck, crotch to asshole. "Oh no—it's Coach Kaminski! He'll fuckin' kill us!" Sean moaned. "Oh please, Coach, please don't tell my dad!" he begged. My big, beefy star wrestler Sean Flannigan was on the verge of tears.

But Mario smirked and calmly replied, "Don't worry, Sean. Coach Kam won't tell anyone. Just look, he got his rocks off watching us, and he's still throwing a rod."

He was right, my own sex-craving cock had betrayed me.

"Why don't you get naked and join us, Coach?" Mario invited. "Sean won't mind. He can't ever get enough dick." As if to prove his point, he withdrew his long fuck-pole until just the head was in Sean's asshole, then slowly pushed it back inside. Sean moaned when Mario hit bottom and ground his hips.

I considered Mario's offer. If I joined them, I couldn't cross back over that line. I had never butt-fucked a woman before, not even Vonnie. If the extreme thickness of my cock-shaft didn't scare them, its even broader, bulbous head did. But I was in extreme rutting mode and needed to get my rocks off again, and Sean's smooth, fleshy butt really did look good enough to fuck. And like they say, a hard dick has no conscience.

I removed my tee-shirt, exposing my hairy torso, and pulled off my shoes and socks. Sean's breathing got faster and his pink prick went back to full hardness, dribbling pre-cum. Maybe it was from the excitement of watching tough-as-nails Coach Kaminski stripping down, or the anticipation of the fucking I was about to give him, or because Mario had resumed reaming out his hole. Maybe all three. When I tugged down my shorts and jock, my cock jutted its full fat five-inch length straight out from my crotch.

"Shit, look at that fucking thing!" Mario exclaimed. "It's as thick as a fuckin' beer can!"

"It sure is," I replied. "And the bar's open for business."

Sean whimpered like a starving dog and scrambled out of the shower, still on all fours. Mario did his best to stay embedded in Sean's ass, which wasn't all that difficult considering the length of his cock. Sean seized my extra-wide dick, his fingers couldn't close around it, and strained to get the head in his mouth, making sounds of frustration and nearly dislocating his jaw with the effort.

"Grab his head and fuck his face, Coach," Mario said. "Make him take it. He likes it that way." So I took hold of my star wrestler's red hair and pushed forward. My broad cockhead suddenly passed his teeth and popped inside his mouth, followed by an inch of veiny shaft. "Suck him, Sean," Mario ordered. "Show Coach Kam what a good cocksucker you are."

I sat on the end of a bench and leaned back, spreading my legs wide to give Sean full access to my twat-reamer. He got a bit more of it in his mouth but not much. His tongue lapped the underside of the big head, and then he pulled off. "It's too big!" he whined in frustration.

I recalled Sean's earlier offer to Mario. I hadn't had a good scrote-scrubbing in a long time, so I hefted my big bag. "Clean my 'nads, Flannigan," I barked. "Wash 'em clean."

Sean obediently licked and sucked on my hairy nut sack. He mouthed each of the apricot-sized orbs in turn and lashed it with his raspy tongue before stuffing both into his mouth at the same time. Mario was still fucking his meaty rump, and whenever Sean moaned it set off a nice little vibration in my 'nads that went right through me. And then Sean really did it. Still sucking on my balls, he managed to extend his tongue past his wide-stretched lips as far as my blond-haired asshole!

"Jesus fuck!" I gasped at the sensation of a tongue tickling my off-limits pucker. No one had ever licked there before, and now I suddenly realized what I'd been missing.

"Go on, lick Coach's butt!" Mario ordered in response to my groans. "Eat his fuckin' hole!" Sean spat my saliva-soaked nuts from his mouth, raised and spread my thighs, and jammed his face into the hairy canyon between my glutes. Mario's fuck-thrusts shoved Sean's face deeper into my butt crack and his tongue deeper into my tight manhole.

"Oh fuckin' gawd," I moaned. I grabbed my cock with both hands, fingers intertwined, the only way I can get a solid grip on the short, thick shaft, and started stroking. Mario was dripping sweat and every muscle in his body was tightened to the max. Once again he howled and thrashed as he came, this time dumping his load deep inside Sean's guts.

The sight of Mario getting his nut coupled with Sean's tongue work on my sensitive bung-hole pushed me over the edge again. My first shot geysered a good two feet straight up before splattering on my hairy pees. Sean abandoned my butthole and planted his mouth on my cockhead, taking each and every one of my subsequent shots. He swallowed quickly but still choked on the volume of cum.

Before I could recover. Sean scrambled to his feet, pulling himself off Mario's long rod. He straddled my crotch, grasped my still-hard cock as best he could, and began to sit down on it. When he'd found his bulls-eye, he reached behind himself and spread his glutes wide. I felt his anal muscle yield as more of my broad cockhead entered him. He was almost down to its flanged ridge when he stopped, wincing. Despite Mario's thorough ass-reaming, Sean still wasn't opened up enough to take my extreme girth. Apparently my desire to do some butt-fucking would be denied yet again.

"Damn, it's too fucking fat!" he whined.

"Do it for Coach," Mario coaxed, tweaking the redhead's nipples. "Take Coach Kam's big thick cock up your man-pussy."

"Yeah, I can do it, I can take it, I can do it," Sean chanted as he slowly pushed downward, stretching his sphincter. When my cockhead finally popped inside he let out a wail that increased in volume as he slowly dropped farther down my veiny shaft.

I wasn't exactly silent myself. Sean's ass muscle was the tightest thing - fist, mouth, or pussy - that had ever been wrapped around my cock. I howled when he hit rock bottom and his glutes pressed against my drawn-up balls.

Mario brought his long dick back to hardness by stroking the foreskin over the ridge of his cockhead. "That's so fuckin' hot. You should see it, Coach. Sean's ass is so fuckin' stretched out it looks like he's got a fuckin' tree trunk up there!"

"You like your coach's big cock up your butt?" I grunted, jabbing upward.

"Fuckin' god, yes!" Sean bobbed up and down on my cunt-rammer, and I complemented his movements, thrusting my hips upward every time he dropped down into my crotch.

Mario stood behind Sean and put his arms in a hold that kept him from touching himself. Sean's rampant porker arched upward from his cinnamon-colored pubic bush. It was a respectable six inches that would make any twat scream for more. A steady stream of clear fluid dribbled from its scarlet head and his good-sized nuts were drawn up tight. Sean rested his head against Mario's fuzz-dusted chest, eyes closed, while he rode my granite-hard pussy-pounder like a cowboy rides a brahma bull.

When Mario tweaked the beefy jock's pea-sized nipples, Sean began twitching like he'd been electrocuted. A huge rope of sperm blasted out of his untouched cock, shot past my head, and splattered on the bench behind me. The next shot, equally large, got me squarely in the face. More and more cum shot out of his throbbing dick, coating my hairy chest and belly. The goddamn fucker shot more jism than I did!

Sean gave no hint that he was ready to quit, so I just let him bounce up and down on my stubby kielbasa to his butt's content. Mario released Sean from his grasp, straddled me, and guided his teammate's mouth back onto his re-hardened pole. He pushed in all the way to his nuts and we deep-dicked Sean at both ends. Or maybe he was fucking us-it was hard to tell. All I know is that his grasping ass had me right on the brink again and I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. This wrestler's butt was the best cunt I'd ever fucked.

Sean's oral action must have been just as good. Mario grabbed Sean's head and yelled, "Oh, fuck! Take my fuckin' load, you fuckin' cocksucker!" Mario's spasmic orgasm triggered Sean's and he shot another of his big hands-free loads all over my belly and chest. His ass tightened up when he shot, and I howled as he milked another load out of me.

When Sean raised himself, jism dripped from his pucker. But as much as I'd cum, I still hadn't really gotten off and I didn't give a shit if Sean was finished or not. I tossed him face-down across the bench so that his firm, round, well-fucked rump was upended. I rubbed the broad head of my Polish prong against his distended, jism-oozing hole. The sight of Sean's swollen ass lips sucking at my fat fuck-stick was an incredible turn-on.

"Oh yeah, fuck me!" he pleaded. So I did. I clutched the redheaded wrestler's hips and plunged inside that juicy opening. power-fucked the jock's meaty, freckled butt with one of my patented Polish pussy-pummelings harder than I'd ever fucked a cunt-and goddamn if the fucker didn't take it all! The sounds of my 'nads slapping against his taint and Sean's moans and groans and pleadings for more were an audible bonus.

Mario moved behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest, pressing his long hard rod between our bodies. He humped his uncut cockhead through the silky blond fur on my back, and said, "This is wild, fucking all that hair!" Mario clutched my beefy pecs hard to steady himself as he experienced another of his spasming orgasms. The liquid heat of his cum erupted up my spine and rained down on my balding scalp and fuzzy shoulders.

"Oh fuck!" I bucked and shuddered as I shot my final ball-draining load of spooge into Sean's ass. When I pulled out, Sean rolled onto the locker room floor, trembling and mumbling, "Fuck me," his fingers jammed into his swollen, cum-dripping anus. It was like he was in another world.

"He's okay, Coach," Mario assured me. "He gets like that after he's been fucked real good. And Sean likes to get fucked, in case you hadn't noticed."

"He goddamn fuckin' wore me out. Hottest piece of ass I ever had," I honestly replied.

"Me too," Mario affirmed, as if he'd had my years of experience as a stick-man. "But here's the deal: he knows that I'll fuck him only if he wins his matches. No win, no pin, no dick."

I was stunned. "You mean it was your cock and not my coaching that got Sean so aggressive on the mat?"

"You're great, Coach Kam, but this is what really motivates Sean." Mario wagged his long schlong. "If he knows he's gonna get dicked if he wins, he'll really perform. Just look how bad he needs it."

Sean was staring up at my soft stubby while he fingered his hole. He grunted, "Fuck yeah, Coach Kam! I'll do it for you! Just fuck me with that big thing," and had a dry orgasm. That was all the proof I needed to know that Mario was right.

Sean's performance on the mat improved even more dramatically in the following weeks due to my new-found coaching method. The team ended the season with a win over Parker Tech that gave us the regional championship. There was a team party, of course, but our private three-man victory celebration lasted the entire weekend and left all of us sore and drained.

I'm sure that Sean's performance will be even better next season now that I've hired Mario as my assistant coach. And in the meantime, we'll have plenty of off-season practice sessions to keep Sean Flannigan motivated.