4 huge dick soccer players gangbang coach Part 2

Part 2: The Blowjob and Gangbang

The soccer team returned to the locker room after winning their big game. The captain, a tall, muscular African man with a very large cock, led the charge. As soon as they closed the locker room door, the team’s white coach stood up, looking nervous but excited. The captain smirked, knowing his plans had worked perfectly.

“Coach, you’ve seen us play. And now, let’s see how well you can handle our big, black cocks,” the captain said confidently.

The coach gulped, then nodded, the first steps of his own sexual journey. He stood there, watching as the rest of the team stripped off their uniforms, their huge cocks swinging freely. The coach began to undress as well, his own meaty shaft already hard and pulsing with anticipation.

The men surrounded him, a sea of dark, muscular flesh and enormous, throbbing dicks. “On your knees, Coach,” the captain ordered. “Time to worship our black cocks like the good little fucktoy you are.”

The coach obeyed, sinking to his knees on the hard tile floor. He looked up at the towering black muscle and girthy manhood around him, his mouth watering with want. Without being told, he reached out and gripped the nearest phallus, pumping it slowly and worshipping it with his eyes and tongue.

The locker room filled with sounds of grunts and moans as the coach serviced his players as best he could, choking and gagging on their thick meat. Spit drooled down his chin as they used his face like a fleshlight, fucking his mouth raw. The coach wheezed and coughed, but he never stopped, addicted to their dominance over him.

“Damn boy, you love this don’t you?” The captain groaned, slapping his heavy shaft against the coach’s cheek. “Love getting your face wrecked by these big black dicks. Keep going, white boy. Make us happy.”

So they stood there for minutes, the coach on his knees, drooling and gagging and worshipping black cocks stuffed into his mouth one after another. His throat ached and his jaw was sore, but he just kept sucking, craving more.

When they finally pulled away, the coach looked up, panting and coughing, but with a huge grin on his face. His own cock dripped pre-cum, his balls tight and swollen. He wanted – no, he NEEDED – more.

“Please…” he begged, his voice hoarse and raw. “I need your big black cocks. Need them deep in my white ass.”

The captain laughed, then grabbed the coach by the hair and dragged him over to a bench. He forced the coach to lean over it, ass up, pussy dripping. “Your wish is our command,” he said, as he spat on his huge cock and positioned it at the coach’s entrance.

The coach cried out as the first massive shaft shoved in, his insides splitting open from the sheer size. One after another, the black players mounted him, taking turns violating his white hole with their huge, thick cocks. The coach screamed, pain and pleasure mingling together. Tears streamed down his face, but his cock remained rock hard, painting the locker room floor with his own involuntary release.

“That’s right, Coach. Take our big black cocks, deep in your guts,” the captain said, grabbing the coach’s hair and driving in as deep as he could go. “Fuck, your tight little pussy feels so good, wrapped around my shaft. Gonna breed you good.”

The captain reached around, fondling the coach’s balls and stroking his pulsing cock, coaxing out load after thick, heavy load. The coach bounced on the captain’s shaft, sobbing and begging for more. He’d never felt so full, so owned, so thoroughly DE infe upon.

As the captain finally slammed in balls deep and groaned, flooding the coach’s depths with his seed, the coach came too, his body convulsing from the sheer overwhelming pleasure. He collapsed on the bench, utterly used up. The locker room stayed silent for a moment.

Then the captain grabbed the coach’s jaw, forcing him to look up. “Remember Coach,” he said with a smile. “This is just the first time. There WILL be a part three. You belong to us now.”

And with that, he let the coach go, and the team dressed and left the locker room, their dark bodies gleaming in the light and their heavy cocks now spent. The coach, it seemed, had a new job – on and off the field.