The GROAN

THE GROAN!

These are all my own characters. My ideas. Do not use unless you have permission from me. This was written on a challenge by: (insert name here)
This contains gay sex, fur, hot football players, and strange coerced anal penetration. Do not read if you do not like this shiz-natch. Thanks: PLEASE Read and REVIEW!

“Hit the showers boys, that was a really tough scrimmage!” Coach Crams said to the Sea Crest Serpents. Twenty-eight sweaty, muddy and worn-out bys filed into the men’s locker rooms in the high school that was abandoned for the night. The victorious team, the Layhey Leprechauns in happiness over their triumph, decided just to hop on their bus, and go back to their school to celebrate, without changing into plainclothes.
With a frown upon their faces, the home team strip themselves of equipment and throw it all into their gym bags. Peeling off their football uniforms; tight white pants, and dark green jerseys, they head like one giant wounded animal towards the solace of a friendly face; the hot showers. As each article of clothing fell to the floor, they felt more comfortable. The farther they were from the field, the better they were.
“All right men! Honestly, today sucked. You guys were creamed. I’ll tell you what though… You played well.” Their six foot five inch coach bellowed. The team, wanted to hear that. They wanted to hear that they were good. They knew that they were. They just weren’t good enough to beat the other teams that they played. The praise from coach Crams made them feel good. Made everything worth it.
“Lets go, lets go…all of you into the showers. Damn, after a game like that, I need a shower too.” Coach Crams ripped off his large gray sweatshirt and his tee shirt that was plastered to his body. He stood there, watching as all of his men emptied their clothes into their lockers and headed to the showers with nothing but towels around their waists. What a sight. Big, strong men, with huge defined muscles, bone structure that would frighten most small women, and asses that would ma ke anyone envious.
The showers were all connected by nothing but plastic curtains, and coach could see them all. They removed their towels and slowly got into their showers. Lucas, the QB let out a groan that rang thorough the entire locker room. A low, deep, angered groan. After a minute of this groan, Mike and Nick joined into this angry protest to the game they had just been humiliated with. One by one, each boy added his layer of deep pained noise. It soon got louder and louder. Coach had never heard such a sound, but for some reason, he felt the intense need to join in.
The sound increased, every larynx in every voice box in every wet male in the locker room in Sea Crest vibrated with the thunderous sound of discontent. It felt so good to let go of everything, to just be OK to yell your dissatisfaction. It became more than that, it became a seductive clamor, a surreal sensual sound. Mike, a linebacker, pushes through to Nick’s adjoining shower. Nick grabbed Mike’s face and yelled into his features, into his eyes. Mike bellows back the groan, and grabs Nick’s hips and pulls them towards him. Their taught muscles rubbing against each others, soap bubbles running down their bodies, and neither of them caring that the rest of the team could be watching them. Mike turns Nick around so that Nick’s ass was flush against his hips.
“Uhhhhhhh!” they yell in unison. Mike takes Nick’s cock in his hand and slides his thick digits to the base of his broad dick. He firmly pumps his rod up and down with his right hand, while rubbing his own cock against his firm ass cheeks.
Meanwhile, the groaning continues in the next shower over. Lucas, a tough blond senior of 18, leans against the shower wall, thrusts his fist up and down onto his well-endowed cock. He moans now in pleasure of release of all his tension. He lets the burning hot water drip down his toned body, one hand pumping away at his dick, the other exploring his tight asshole. He slides a soapy finger into his tight ass, slowly pushing further and further and feeling the pleasure he gets every time he does this. But coach was watching.
“Lucas!” Coach yells over the sound of the inexhaustible moaning from the other players.
Lucas quickly pulls his fingers out of his rectum and lets his hand fall to his side, caught in the act. His erect dick standing at the attention of both Lucas and the Coach.
“I am sorry Coach, won’t happen again, its just… I just forgot I was around everyone else.”
“It’s ok Lucas, so did everyone else.” They look together in time to see Nick and Mike slide to the shower floor together in a heap, Nick’s cock visibly sliding into and out of Mike’s large mouth. “But, I’d like you to continue”, Coach Crams says as he drops his towel onto the nearby bench and steps into Lucas’s shower with a broad smile. “Come on son, I know that you need to get off, and with what I saw you doing, I am sure I can help you.”
Coach let out a deafening roar that clanged through the tiled room. Soon enough Lucas rejoined in the moaning and Coach entangled himself in Lucas’s arms and legs, getting his hairy body wet and soapy like his players. Coach leaned into Lucas, and whispered into his moist ear “ I want to teach you the pleasure of anal sex, and I want to hear your voice while I do it.” At this point coach turns Lucas around and spreads his legs apart, Lucas still leaning against the shower wall. Crams gets down on his hairy white legs and sticks his face between Lucas’s burning hot ass cheeks and starts to lick his crack. He moves his head lower and lower until his tongue can push its way into his anus. Lucas lets out a vociferous growl finished with “Coach! It feels sooooooo good.” Coach decides that his players are tough, especially Lucas, and shoves his finger right into his wet asshole.
“Lucas, you’ve been fingering yourself for a while huh? You’re not as tight as I expected, not nearly as tight as I was when my coach did this for me.” Lucas responded by thrusting himself against the finger that was inserted into his still very tight asshole. “More…” was all he could speak.
All the way down the line of showers, the sound of super fast panting could be heard if you listened very carefully, and could hear over the sound of the uninterrupted moaning. Tim, the worst linebacker on the team, who rarely played, was showering by himself, jerking at his hard and somewhat small member, alone. He was leaning against the wall, yanking at himself, realizing that he was alone, and not going crazy along with everyone else. What he didn’t notice was that Billy, the water boy, was sitting across from the showers, with a perfect view through a tear in the old plastic curtain, and was jacking himself off with desire for poor Tim.
Now Lucas was going wild, he didn’t mind that his 40 year old coach with the nasty 80’s hair was fingering his ass, he just cared that his ass was being fingered. And nest of all, he was going to finally be fucked in the ass. He had been fantasizing about it for years, but never expected it to occur. Coach grunted into Lucas’s ear that he was to bend over and lean onto the bar that was on that wall very tight. He could feel coach behind him, and judging by the feel, his cock head was already rubbing and slipping all over his ass cheeks. He just couldn’t wait to feel the whole thing within him. All the inches of Coach’s rock hard prick in His ass! With a one, two, three, and a pop…coach pushed the head of his purple and swollen dong into Lucas’s bronze colored asshole. Coach Crams crammed every inch of his old dick into Lucas’s youthful rectum, holding his hips and thrusting as if he was young again. “Twenty Three, you can take it! You want it harder? Talk to me Twenty Three!”
And with that Lucas let out a groan that rang thorough the entire locker room. A low, deep, and very passionate groan.

END?
Hey, you like? Should I continue from here? Not bad for a first time sports fic….