Worshiping Hank (1/?)

With the hot spray of water beating down on his chiseled form, Hank was almost done his shower. After making sure all the suds were washed off his hairy muscular body, he shut off the water and stepped out.

He grabbed his towel and began to dry off, taking extra care to dry in between every crack in his muscles before wrapping the towel around his waist and heading for the bathroom door. It was open a crack and a pleasant sound was coming through.

On the other side of the door, two of his football players, Johnson and Jackson were fucking hot and heavy on his bed. It seemed they were too eager to wait for him to finish before going at it themselves.

Hank smirked as his uncut cock began throbbing to life. In a matter of seconds his hard cock was poking through the towel. He stroked himself for a few minuets, watching Johnson's jock-framed ass bib up and down, before deciding to go out and let the real fun begin.

"I see you boys have stared without me?" He grinned, standing a few feet away letting his towel drop to the floor and folding his arms. "Why don't you boys come over here and give coach some attention too?"

The athletes grinned at each-other and got up and walked over to Hank. He pulled them in close for a tight embrace. As his tongue probed their mouths in turn, his hands were kept busy grabbing their firmd asses and, roughly shoving his fingers into their wet holes.

This was a common thing for Hank. All of of the guys on his football team loved his body and every or so he would have a few guys over for some action that usually amounted to him being the center of attention and having his body worshiped by his sexy students. Tonight was no different and as always, he loved having his sexy jocks to play with.

Hank had the two moaning and groaning with his fingering. With Every thrust aimed at their prostates, their rock hard cocks rubbed against his body with every intrusion of his thick digits. With his cock still wet from fucking Jackson's ass, Johnson 's cock rubbing on Hank's muscles sent him over the edge with a thick gooey load, leaving a sticky mess on Hanks ab's.

"Clean up your mess Johnson, that's an order." Hank said sternly, pulling his fingers from the younger man's ass.

Johnson got to his knees and began licking hanks body where his load had fired. He dragged his tongue across the firm muscles, taking extra time to get the cum stuck to his body-hair. Satisfied with his students job, he flexed his cock to make it slap him in the face. Getting the idea Johnson eagerly began sucking on Hank's cock and balls.

"You can take care of my ass boy, Lick it good and get it nice and wet." Hank ordered, releasing him from his grip. Jackson got to his knees behind his coach, overjoyed to be allowed to spread the muscular cheeks of his mentor and feast on his puckered asshole. He buried his face deep between Hank's hairy muscular ass and went to town licking, riming and probing Hank's hole with his eager tongue.

"Ohh yea guys that feels so fucking great. Johnson, you suck like a pro, and Jackson your tongue feels like magic on my hole. Ohhhh fuck yea"

Jackson ate Hank's hole deep, licking and tongue fucking him like a hungry animal, and soon it was dripping wet and nicely loosened. Hank stopped him to test for himself, shoving a couple of his fingers into his own hole and worming them around for a few seconds.

"Hmmm yea boy that's a good job, now..." He pulled his fingers out and motioned for him to stand again. Lifting one arm, he exposed his hairy underarm to Jackson.

"I forgot to wash my pits boy, so they're still all sweaty and dirty. Be a good boy and lick 'em clean."

Jackson didn't hesitate for a second, burring his face in the hairy canyon between Hanks arm and torso. It still carried the musky, masculine scent of his sweat. Jackson eagerly licked it clean, Savoring the deliciously salty taste.

When the first was clean Hank lowered his arm and placed that hand on the back of Johnson's head, giving him and encouraging thrust deep into his throat, to tell him he was doing a good job. "Now get the other one." Jackson moved over to start cleaning the other armpit. "You boys are doing such a good fucking job, I'm going to have to think of some way to reward you." He grinned.
After giving both his underarms a deep sniff, he was satisfied they were clean enough."Mm good job, now get down there with your friend and help him suck my cock. Jackson happily obliged and returned to his knees, next to Johnson.

They both sucked him off using all the skills Hank had taught them. When one would deep-throat the other would suck his ball-sack into his mouth and play with them with his tongue.

Hank grunted and groaned with pleasure, dirty talk flowing out of his mouth like water. "Ohh fuck yea you boys are the best cocksuckers on the team. Ohh fuck you guys are gonna make me cum. Ohhh fuck yea that's it. Don't stop boys. Ohhhh fuck yea just like that. Oh yea. Fuck here it comes. Open wide boys, Coach has a big load for ya."

Hank took his fat ten inches in his hand and began beating it off over their faces, bringing himself to the edge of what promised to be a really good load. His body was tense, sweat was forming on his brow. "OHH FUCK YEA HERE IT COMES" He roared. His balls rose up a little as the cum began gushing through his shaft and erupting through onto the faces and into the open mouths of the two football players.

Stream after stream of hot white cum gushed out, splattering onto their faces and int their mouths. They eagerly lapped it up and were hungry for more, they sucked his cock dry and then turned on each other, licking up the cum that had spilled on each others faces.

Unphased by such an intense load, Hank's cock stayed full and proud. ready for more action.

"So," he announced with his usual sly grin. "Who wants to get fucked first?"