My son Serg recently celebrated a birthday. I wanted this one to be real special. So, with the financial help of my best friend Mr. Snow, we managed to purchase sixty-percent ownership of an up-and coming Spanish soccer team. We moved the squad to America and set up a state-of-the-art training facility.
Serg was so excited. He could barely keep his hands off of me for days on end after I had made the purchase. I was excited, too: my best buddy Mr. Snow had all kinds of awesome plans and ideas for the team moving forward. One of those brilliant ideas was to promote the soccer team’s assistant, Coach Patrick, to head coach.
Mr. Patrick had quite the backstory. To summarize, he had once been a star of the European Premier League. One fateful evening there occurred a friendly match between the Spaniards and the Australian National Team. In a scandal that rocked the soccer world, Coach Patrick ended up taking half the Aussie squad home for a wild and otherwise filthy, messy, cum-drenched orgy. Unbeknownst to Coach Patrick, the party was filmed on an iPhone and posted online.
Coach Patrick was subsequently barred from the League, but luckily found a home in Basque, Spain where a low talent, middling soccer franchise was looking for a new assistant.
To everyone and no one's surprise, Coach Patrick helped lead that underdog team to the championship series. This caught the attention of myself and Mr. Snow. We thought maybe a fresh start and the presence of quality role models might do Coach Patrick some good.
After Coach Patrick and his squad arrived in the States, they immediately reported to the training facility. I picked Serg up from school and headed that way so that the happy boy could finally meet the squad and Coach Patrick. On the drive there, I got a call from the office asking me to return as I had uncharacteristically forgotten to sign a few documents for a patient.
I decided to drop Serg off at the facility and leave him in the capable hands of Coach Patrick until I could get back. After I had finished the business at the office, I returned to the training facility and strolled through the main entrance. The squad was out on the pitch running drills. I imagined that Serg and Coach Patrick would be in the lobby waiting for me, but to no avail.
I walked around the facilities and finally reached the games room. I opened the door and saw my son and Coach Patrick were naked as the day they were born. Serg was splayed out face down onto a billiards table—his twink hole filled eleven inches deep with Coach Patrick’s mammoth cock.
The mutual looks of raw lust immediately vanished the second I opened the door. The two horny, dreadfully naughty bastards flew apart; Serg dropped to his knees and covered up his privacy. He begged me not to be angry. No, I wasn’t angry—I was red-hot furious.
However, I also had to reconcile the fact that deep down I really shouldn’t have been surprised. I had a naive thought that perhaps Serg would have waited to ask for permission first before getting his ass plugged by the devastatingly sexy athletic Coach. Speaking of him, Coach Patrick beseeched me not to be hard on the boy. He insisted that everything was his fault and he was the one to initiate.
Teary-eyed and pitiful, Coach Patrick pleaded with me not to fire him. He vowed to do anything that it would take to stay. Well, lucky for this bastard, I wasn’t about to give him the slip. Instead, I was going to humiliate Mr. Patrick like he had just humiliated me. God, I was pissed. But also, strangely, I was simultaneously turned on. My dick was already pressing hard into my slacks.
I told Coach Patrick to wipe his face and get on his knees. The boy, too. I wagged my finger in both of their red, embarrassed faces and promised the consequences would be severe. A shrill whine escaped the older jock’s lips as I laid out for him how I was going to pulverize and stretch his hole.
I splayed Coach Patrick over the billiards table in the same way that he had done to my son. I quickly disrobed and slapped my cock all over his muscular bottom. I didn’t bother lubing up or using spit. I simply squeezed my throbbing erection all the way in and into the hilt. You should have heard the sounds the yodeling Coach made, along with the whimpers and sighs of my boy—watching helplessly, still on his knees.
My fuck thrusts inside of Coach Patrick were merciless and deep. You’da thought the man’s eyes were going to pop out of his skull. I instructed Serg to get underneath and lick my taint and balls whilst I ass-hammered the naughty, wailing Coach.
For hours, I positioned Coach Patrick and my son into every configuration that I could think of to drive the lesson home. Finally, it was Serg’s turn to get his young mind blown. A stalwart bottom by nature, my son was gifted by the gods with a beautiful face, body, and perfectly round, thick ass. Serg loves daddy dick and can take huge cock with the best of them. But on this occasion, I had a hot plan that would involve my son being introduced to being a top and a bottom.
What happened next had all three of us shuddering, gasping for air, and launching cum shots that none of us are likely to ever forget…!