COACH KOVACH:

    In my almost two decades of coaching high school hockey, I've lost count of the number of parents I'd had sex with. The suburbs were full of horny moms who weren't getting their needs met at home, so they turned to me for some satisfaction. But moms weren't the only ones craving my cock. No, there was also a surprising amount of dads who appeared to be prim-and-proper family men, going to church every Sunday, all the while hooking up with other men, including their kids' hockey coach. Most of them were interested in sucking dick, and they loved how my thick tool stretched out their throats.

    Of course, I knew better than to ever fool around with any of the students, they were strictly off limits. Former students, on the other hand, were a whole different story. Lo and behold, this morning I had the good fortune of bumping into Brett Thompson, and I had a feeling we might end up having more than just a friendly chat to catch up.

    "Coach Kovach! It's nice running into you," my former mentee said as we stood facing each other in between the aisles of my favorite furniture store.

    "Nice to see you too, kid," I replied with a smile, pulling him into a big hug, during which our bulges rubbed together. "What're you doing here?"

    "I'm getting ready to go back to school next week," he said. "Looking forward to my sophomore year. I just need to pick up a few things for my new dorm room."

    "Nice. How is school?" I asked, and Brett told me all about his excellent hockey season, his good grades, and the fact he was living with his boyfriend Juan. "You and Juan, huh…" I nodded knowingly. When they were in high school, I'd walked in on the two horny teens multiple times, exchanging blowjobs and even fucking in the locker room.

    "Yeah, we're still together," Brett smiled. "And now that we share a bed we no longer need to resort to doing it in the locker room," he added with a wink, as if reading my mind.

    "Eh, I think you got off on it," I said, adjusting my growing cock through my basketball shorts.

    "Speaking of getting off… Coach Kovach, are you popping a boner?" Brett asked me with a smirk, looking around to make sure there was no one else in this aisle.

    He was just as cheeky as ever, but I knew I could be honest with Brett. In his senior year, he watched me fuck his uncle Austin in my office. Now, Brett licked his lips and didn't even try to hide the fact he was staring down at my junk. I was going commando, so the outline of my cock and balls was positively obscene as I grew harder and harder.

    "Here's the deal," I said, leaning closer to Brett and lowering my voice. "I had plans this morning. This married man was gonna come suck me off, but he chickened out at the last minute. So I figured I'd come here. The bathrooms at this place can be quite cruisy at times."

    By now, Brett was rubbing his own cock through his shorts. They were light gray, with a visible stain of precum forming in the front. I wasn't at all surprised he too was going commando. He was certainly never shy in the locker room, always walking around without bothering to wrap a towel around his waist.

    "You here on your own?" I asked him.

    "I'm with my dad, but he's looking at some tools," Brett replied.

    "I'll give you a tool to look at. Follow me," I said, placing a hand on the back of Brett's neck and guiding us to our destination.​​

    Down a short hallway we made it to the men's room. Upon entering the restroom I was happy to find it empty. There were two urinals that didn't have a divider – which was always helpful when cruising – as well as two stalls, one of them extra spacious to accommodate wheelchair users.

    I led us to the larger stall and locked the door behind us. Now that he wasn't my student, I could openly lust after Brett. I used both hands to push him down to the floor and onto his knees. He was strong, but he didn't put up a fight and immediately knelt down. I moved forward, making him shuffle backward until his back was against the wall. I ruffled his hair and then traced my finger along his jawline, stopping at his chin. 

    "Open your mouth, boy," I commanded.

    Brett's pouty lips parted. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked on it until he was facing up and looking at me. Then, I spat directly on his tongue. Brett moaned appreciatively, swallowing my spit like a good submissive slut. My dick was throbbing. Fuck, I'd wanted this for so long.

    "Pull my shorts down," I instructed, still holding tightly onto his hair.

    Brett's hands went to my waistband and in a flash, he had my shorts down around my ankles. He didn't need further instruction, as he immediately went for my cock. His soft lips wrapped around my shaft and he was already working his own saliva up and down to grease my pole. Fuck, his mouth felt amazing.

    My dominant nature continued to guide my actions. Soon, I was aggressively fucking my former student's throat. He took it easily, which was no surprise given the fact he was a tenacious athlete as well as a practiced cocksucker. Impressed by Brett's skills, I started increasing my pace until his face was shiny with his own spit.

    "Fuck, you have no idea how long I wanted to try out this mouth," I admitted out loud, using my free hand to stroke his handsome cheek. "When I first caught you and Juan in the locker room, I jerked off thinking about it for weeks. And now here you are, being the perfect slutty cocksucker."

    My words seemed to spur Brett on as he worked my dick even more determinedly. He was practically whimpering as he swallowed me down to the base, tears in his eyes but still hungry for more. I wished we were somewhere more private – such as my office at the high school – so we could be louder and really let loose. 

    Suddenly, the door to the men's room opened and footsteps came in. I held my finger up to my mouth, silently shushing Brett but still keeping my dick down his throat. He was quiet, and used this opportunity to reach up and massage my hairy balls.

    "Brett? Are you in here?" came a male voice which I recognized as Brett's father, Charles.

    "In here, Dad," Brett replied calmly after managing to get his mouth free. I looked down in shock, totally blown away he would so openly announce his presence to his own father.

    Two seconds later, Charles was bending down to peek under the door and into the stall. I expected him to freak out, but instead he just smiled when he saw his son on his knees sucking someone's dick. Then, Charles looked up and realized that the someone in question was me, and his smile got even bigger.

    "Oh, hey Coach Kovach. Long time no see," Charles said casually, as if seeing his son on his knees in a public restroom was the most normal thing in the world. "You guys having fun?"

    Now that we'd been caught, I knew we had to stop. I unlocked the stall door and moved back to let Brett get up. In an even more surprising turn of events, Charles entered the stall and locked it up again. As spacious as it was, this place now felt crowded with three grown men here. What the hell was going on?!

    "Brett always wanted to go above and beyond to impress you. On and off the ice," Charles smirked and said to me.

    "Ahem. Well, I'm definitely impressed by how good he is at sucking dick," I replied, acutely aware that my throbbing tool was still exposed and Brett was licking my piss slit. 

    "Oh, trust me, I know," Charles said matter-of-factly. "I know… from first hand experience."

    It took me a moment to realize what he was saying. Holy shit, Brett has sucked his own father's dick?! I've done plenty of kinky things in the past, but this might just be the freakiest – and the hottest!

    Charles proceeded to unzip his jeans and take out his own cock. I looked down at Brett, whose face lit up like a kid in a candy store now that he had two daddy dicks to worship. His hand went to my shaft and started stroking me as he leaned forward to take his own father's cock into his mouth. Holy fuck that was so hot! I almost lost my load right then and there.

    While I was totally mindblown by this, Charles merely closed his eyes and smiled appreciatively while his son deepthroated him with the same vigor he had shown me moments earlier. Charles laughed when he opened his eyes and saw me with my mouth agape.

    "Be a good sport, son," Charles said to Brett, "Suck your coach some more."

    Brett eagerly swapped back to my dick, stroking his father now instead. Again, I was so turned on by the situation, I had to concentrate on not blowing my load too soon. I wanted this to last as long as possible, even though we were running the risk of someone else walking into the men's room. Without further encouragement, Brett continued to swap back and forth between his former coach's cock and the cock that made him.

    At some point, the eager young man had managed to get his shorts down and free his prick, which was steadily leaking precum. While my dick was in Brett's mouth, Charles bent down and began to toy with his son's asshole. Brett merely whimpered and swiveled his hips as if he was trying to get his dad's digits deeper inside his hole. My dick spat out a huge wad of precum while I watched Charles fingering his own son, and just when I thought this couldn't get any wilder, the man turned to me and said,

    "I think he's ready for a bit more. What do you say, Coach? Wanna fuck my son?"​