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Coach Diaz initially thought Stiles was completely out of his mind. The bold request had come out of nowhere, catching the older man off guard. Shaving his asshole? The very idea seemed absurd at first, especially coming from his young star player. Yet, as Stiles began to explain himself with raw honesty and undeniable hunger in his voice, something shifted in the coach’s mind.
Stiles looked him straight in the eyes, his expression a mix of lust and vulnerability. “Listen, Coach… Eddie,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “When you were away with your wife on that offshore trip for those three long weeks, I was alone and horny as hell. One night I was scrolling through some porn, and I came across this scene that just wrecked me. There was this guy who looked a lot like you—strong, mature, with that same powerful build—and he had his pink asshole completely shaved, smooth and hairless. A younger guy was fucking him deep, pounding that tight hole, and calling it his pussy the whole time. He kept saying how much he loved fucking that smooth, pretty pussy. I couldn’t stop watching. From that moment on, I started seeing your ass differently… I started imagining it as my pussy.”
Stiles paused, his breathing heavier now as he continued, “Don’t get me wrong, Eddie. I love fucking your ass exactly the way it is—hairy, masculine, and real. The way it feels when I bury myself inside you, surrounded by that rough hair, is incredible. But just once, I want to see how it looks shaved clean. I want to see that pink, smooth hole winking at me, completely exposed and ready. I love shaved pussy, Coach. The thought of turning yours into one, even for a little while, has been driving me crazy.”
Eddie Diaz let out a slow breath, still processing the confession. His hand moved almost absentmindedly down between them, wrapping around Stiles’ massive cock. The thick shaft was still dripping with the remnants of their recent fuck, yet it was already swelling again, throbbing back to full hardness in his grip. The boy truly seemed to stay hard twenty-four seven ever since they had started this secret arrangement—Stiles regularly bending the coach over and claiming his fat ass whenever the opportunity arose.
“I guess I can see where you’re coming from,” Eddie finally admitted, his voice husky as he slowly stroked the younger man’s re-hardening length. He gave the heavy cock a firm squeeze, feeling it pulse powerfully against his palm. “I do like that you shave your cock and balls. It feels so much better when you slide into me—nothing in the way, just smooth, hot skin stretching me open. Makes every inch feel more intense. So… yeah. I think it’s only fair that we try it once for me too.”
The coach’s words hung in the air between them, heavy with reluctant curiosity and building arousal. He continued stroking Stiles’ enormous dick with steady, loving motions, their eyes locked as the intimate conversation lingered.
Stiles kept his next thought strictly to himself, choosing not to voice it out loud. Certainly not any latex, he thought, a small, private smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He had learned by now that the older man got a little weird and defensive whenever Stiles brought up how much he loved fucking his fat ass raw, with nothing between them. Eddie clearly still carried some guilt about it, like he wasn’t fully living up to his role as mentor and protector. It didn’t help that Coach Diaz was a married man, or that he served not only as the team’s head coach but also as the school’s sex education teacher. He constantly preached about safety, responsibility, and protection to the students—yet here he was, secretly bending over for his star player on a regular basis.
They had started out fucking safely, always using condoms in the beginning. But once Stiles had finally convinced him to ditch the barriers and go raw, everything had changed. Their encounters had become a million times hotter, more intense, and addictive. The feeling of sliding into Coach’s tight, warm hole with nothing separating them was pure ecstasy. Still, Eddie got testy and uncomfortable whenever the topic of barebacking came up directly, so Stiles had learned to keep those thoughts to himself most of the time. He only brought it up when the coach caught someone else flirting with him. In those moments, Eddie’s possessive and jealous side would flare up, as if he couldn’t stand the idea of anyone else getting a taste of his MVP’s huge cock.
Anyway, Stiles thought with satisfaction, none of that really mattered right now. He had no problem keeping quiet about the raw part if it meant he could keep enjoying Coach’s tight, soon-to-be-shaved pussy on a regular basis—bare, deep, and completely unprotected.
The younger athlete’s massive cock throbbed powerfully in Eddie’s experienced hand, leaking fresh precum as the coach continued to stroke him lovingly. The air between them crackled with unspoken desires and the promise of exploring something new together. Stiles gazed down at the older man with raw hunger, already imagining how Eddie’s thick, hairy ass would look once it was smooth, pink, and perfectly prepared for him.
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A full week passed after that charged conversation. The tension had been simmering between them the entire time, with stolen glances and unspoken anticipation hanging in every interaction. One afternoon, as Stiles was heading to his next class after break, Coach Diaz stopped him in the mostly empty hallway. The older man leaned in close, his voice dropping to a private murmur.
“Got a surprise for you this evening,” Eddie said, a hint of nervousness mixed with excitement in his tone.
Stiles’ heart raced. “Did you shave it?” he asked, unable to hide the raw eagerness in his voice.
Coach quickly shushed him, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. Without another word, he pulled the younger athlete into the empty health classroom where he taught sex education. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in privacy. Stiles wasted no time. His hand immediately dove under the waistband of Eddie’s ridiculously tight athletic shorts, fingers slipping past the thick elastic band of the white jockstrap that the coach always wore. He greedily palmed the massive, meaty mounds of Coach’s perfect, round Latino ass.
It felt completely smooth.
Even as Stiles’ eager fingers dipped deeper into the warm cleft between those thick cheeks, brushing directly against the now close-shaved, sensitive hole, there wasn’t a single hair in sight. The skin was silky, pink, and inviting—exactly like the “pussy” Stiles had fantasized about.
Coach Diaz let out a shaky breath, his mind drifting back to the experience as he explained. “I had to contort myself in ways I never thought I would,” he recalled, his voice husky. “Kneeling in the shower, standing with one leg up on the edge of the tub, struggling to keep my huge cheeks spread wide open while trying to get the right angle. Staring straight at my own asshole in the mirror the whole time… it was intense.”
Stiles’ finger teased the smooth, puckered entrance, pressing forward as if trying to sink inside. The sensation of the freshly shaved skin against his fingertip made his massive cock throb painfully in his shorts.
“That’s enough,” Coach said, snapping back to the present. He bit his lower lip hard to stifle a moan as he felt his player’s finger pushing insistently toward his hole. With a reluctant but firm motion, he pulled Stiles’ hand out of his shorts. “I just wanted to let you know. Save your load for later tonight. I want it all.”
“You know I will,” Stiles replied, his voice thick with lust. He brought the finger that had just been teasing Coach’s smooth hole straight to his own mouth. Slowly and deliberately, he licked it clean, savoring the intimate, musky taste of his coach’s freshly shaved ass. Then he grabbed the older man by the front of his shirt, pulling him into a fierce, hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled briefly but intensely, sharing the raw scent and flavor of each other’s bodies.
“Just go,” Coach Diaz said breathlessly, reluctantly pulling away from Stiles’ lips. He gave the grinning younger man a gentle push toward the door, shushing him one last time as he sent him back out into the hallway.
Now back in the hall, Stiles walked with a noticeable spring in his step and a constant, aching hardness in his shorts. Honestly, he couldn’t even remember the last time he had jerked off. Every single load he produced these days was saved exclusively for Coach Diaz. He knew that someday soon he was going to flood his coach’s tight cunt with everything he had. He hadn’t been getting laid this much even back when he was dating Heather—and she had been a total freak in bed—or during those intense times when he lost his virginity and regularly fucked Deputy Jordan Parrish’s nice, tight, juicy police bubble butt before the man unfortunately got transferred.
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Later that same night, Stiles finally got the close-up view he had been craving. A text from Coach Diaz had summoned him straight to the older man’s house. Luckily for both of them, Stiles’ father was working another late shift at the station and wouldn’t be home until late morning. As far as Stiles knew, Coach’s wife was still visiting her family back in her home country. Wasting no time and burning with lust, Stiles drove over as fast as he safely could, then slipped quietly through the back door of the massive house.
Walking the familiar path through the luxurious home, Stiles barely spared a glance at the expansive living room or the sprawling kitchen. His pulse raced with anticipation as he bounded up the stairs two at a time and made his way directly to the master bedroom. There he found Coach Diaz exactly as he had hoped: positioned on the large bed he shared with his wife, wearing nothing but a black jockstrap. The older man was arched beautifully on all fours, ass up and presented, looking back over his shoulder with a mix of nervousness and desire.
“Oh fuck yes,” Stiles breathed out the moment his eyes landed on it. Coach’s newly shaved hole — his perfect, pink pussy — sat glistening and inviting between those two massive, meaty mounds of muscle. It looked even better than Stiles had imagined: smooth, hairless, and incredibly tight, like the most tempting cunt he had ever seen in his life.
“Does it look good?” Coach Diaz asked, his voice thick with uncertainty. “I haven’t been able to get a proper view of it myself.”
Stiles stepped closer, running his hands reverently over the older man’s smooth, powerful ass cheeks. “It’s fucking amazing,” he said in complete awe, pressing his thumb gently against the tender pink center. Coach gasped sharply, and his freshly shaved hole clenched visibly at the intimate touch.
“It’s so wild to me that this turns you on so much,” Coach murmured as Stiles began to kiss and lick hungrily across the firm globes of his ass. “You really do treat it exactly like a pussy.”
“It’s better than any pussy I’ve ever had,” Stiles replied matter-of-factly, his voice heavy with lust. He lapped at the small of Coach’s back before dragging his tongue slowly downward, tracing the full length of the newly smooth crack. “Because I get to fuck it bareback, raw, with nothing in the way.”
Eddie stiffened slightly at the words. “You can’t get too used to that, Stilinski,” he warned, though his voice was already growing breathy. “I only let you do it because you’re so damn eager… but we really should be using a condom.”
“I know, Coach. I won’t get used to it, don’t worry,” Stiles reassured him, even as he continued teasing the sensitive area.
“It’s okay for now. You can fuck me bare, but just don’t cum inside—” Eddie started to say, but his words melted into a deep, helpless moan as Stiles kept lapping eagerly at his smooth hole, teasing the tight ring with the flat of his tongue without pushing inside just yet.
“I know,” Stiles answered softly. Without further warning, he shoved his tongue straight into the utterly clean, freshly shaved entrance. Coach groaned loudly in pleasure. Working his tongue deep into his coach’s pussy had always been the quickest way to shut him up. Stiles pushed in as far as he could, then pulled back to lick and tease the smooth rim again and again. “Man, Coach… your pussy even tastes better like this. So fucking smooth. My tongue just glides all over it now.”
“Enjoy it, son,” Coach Diaz said, his voice rough with arousal. “I did it all for you. It was the damndest thing I’ve ever done, but I figured if you love eating my pussy this much…”
Stiles groaned deeply and licked him even more greedily. It always hit him hard when Coach referred to it as his pussy instead of his ass. He made a complete feast of that shaved hole, devouring it with hungry licks and kisses. When he pressed his index finger against the slick entrance, the tight ring seemed to pull it in almost on its own, like it had its own gravitational force. Stiles felt the velvety insides grip his finger tightly as he curled it forward, pressing firmly against that special spot that always made Coach moan like a bitch in heat. It didn’t fail this time either.
Stiles groaned deeply and licked him even more greedily. It always hit him hard when Coach referred to it as his pussy instead of his ass. He made a complete feast of that shaved hole, devouring it with hungry licks and kisses. When he pressed his index finger against the slick entrance, the tight ring seemed to pull it in almost on its own, like it had its own gravitational force. Stiles felt the velvety insides grip his finger tightly as he curled it forward, pressing firmly against that special spot that always made Coach moan like a bitch in heat. It didn’t fail this time either.
"Oh fuck, Stiles… please put your cock in me," Coach Eddie breathed out desperately, his voice hoarse and trembling with need. He pushed back shamelessly against his student’s face, his huge, meaty booty cheeks framing and completely swallowing the younger man’s head as he fucked himself on that eager tongue. "I need it right now."
Taking mercy on both the older man and his own throbbing desperation, Stiles finally pulled back. He rose up on his knees and pressed the fat, leaking head of his massive cock against that perfect, smooth gash. The sight of his swollen tip kissing Coach’s freshly shaved pink hole was almost enough to make him lose control on the spot.
“Damn, Coach,” Stiles groaned, his voice thick with lust. “It’s so smooth I feel like I could just slide right in with nothing but spit.”
“Yeah?” Coach Diaz replied, his breathing ragged. “Here, let me get that big dick nice and wet for my pussy.” With surprising hunger, the older man spun around on the bed to face his student’s impressive twelve-inch cock. Normally, Coach hardly ever gave head — he had made that clear from the very beginning of their arrangement, insisting it wasn’t something he did. But tonight, whether it was the thrill of having his hole freshly shaved or pure overwhelming horniness, Eddie seemed absolutely starving for it.
On all fours with his big, smooth, muscular ass spread out invitingly behind him, Coach Diaz licked and worshiped Stiles’ cock like it was gourmet ice cream. He savored every inch, taking it deeper and deeper into his throat with gentle, determined bobs of his head. His skilled hand and throat worked in perfect rhythm, coating the entire length with thick, warm spit in an impressively thorough job for what seemed to be one of his first times doing this.
“I love your cock,” Coach Diaz said huskily as he finally pulled off, strings of saliva connecting his lips to the glistening shaft. He slapped the heavy dick playfully against his own tongue a few times for good measure. “I really need it in me now.” The older man looked up with lust-filled hazel eyes, locking gazes with Stiles.
In that heated moment, Stiles couldn’t help but flash back to his freshman year gym class. He remembered meeting Coach Diaz for the first time — the epitome of masculine, butch athleticism, strutting around the gym with pure confidence, all muscle and heterosexual swagger. Never in a million years had Stiles imagined that same man would end up like this: on his knees, worshiping his student’s huge cock and begging to be drilled.
Coach spun around again and presented his fat, muscular ass back to Stiles, arching deeply.
“Yeah, you want this hot young cock, don’t you?” Stiles growled, slapping his fat, spit-slicked rod repeatedly against the older man’s smooth pussy and rubbing the head teasingly along the sensitive entrance. The contrast between his thick shaft and those massive cheeks looked like the perfect match.
“Raw. No lube,” Coach groaned deeply as the fat head pressed firmly against his hole, then finally popped inside. Stiles gripped those powerful ass cheeks tightly and pushed forward in one slow, relentless thrust, burying himself to the hilt until his heavy balls pressed flush against Coach’s body.
Coach Diaz roared out in a mix of pain and pleasure, his voice echoing through the bedroom. Thankfully, the coach’s house was located in one of the most secluded parts of town, giving them complete privacy. Eddie always told Stiles to ignore the way he screwed up his face in discomfort during that initial penetration. He insisted that the stretch was supposed to hurt, and that very pain was part of what made it so good. This was something his wife could never give him — Stiles stretching his pussy to its absolute limit and claiming it completely as his own to use.
“Fuckin’ big cock up my pussy,” Coach Diaz whimpered, burying his face into his folded arms as he trembled. The combination of those filthy words and the vise-like grip of his raw, shaved cunt around the last thick inches of Stiles’ cock pushed the younger man dangerously close to the edge. Stiles had to freeze in place for a long moment, breathing hard as he fought to regain control. Coach noticed immediately.
“You pull that cock out before you shoot, you hear me, Stilinski?” Coach warned, though his voice was shaky with pleasure.
“Yes, Coach,” Stiles panted, still breathless. Once he had regained some composure, he slowly slid out, watching in awe as Coach’s pink, greedy pussy seemed to cling and grab at his departing cock, reluctant to let him go. He kept just the thick tip inside, savoring the sight of his huge bare penis nestled in Coach’s perfect, shaved hole. Then, with a powerful snap of his hips, Stiles slammed back in and began pumping with deep, steady strokes.
“Fuck that pussy, Stilinski. Give me that hot young cock and make it yours,” Coach Diaz urged, his words spurring Stiles on. The younger man quickly found a strong rhythm, pounding into him with growing intensity. Coach reached back, grabbing Stiles’ hands and pulling them forward to his massive, muscular chest. Coach had the hottest set of pecs — two thick slabs of powerful muscle dusted with dark hair and crowned with succulent, perky brown nipples. Stiles loved when the older man let him nurse on them, but tonight Coach clearly wanted something rougher. He pressed Stiles’ hands firmly against his tits, silently demanding that he grab, squeeze, and maul them hard while he got thoroughly pounded.
Stiles couldn’t get enough of it. Coach Diaz was as insanely horny as the younger man had ever seen him. The hypnotic sight of that massive, smooth ass clapping back rhythmically against his thick cock was an absolute feast for the eyes. Yet somehow, in the middle of their intense fuck, the powerful older man managed to flip Stiles onto his back without ever letting his cock slip out. In one fluid, dominant motion, Coach straddled him and began riding his massive shaft with raw, aggressive energy. He stared straight down into Stiles’ eyes the entire time while the younger athlete gripped and kneaded his full, muscular pecs.
Unable to resist, Stiles reached up, grabbed the back of Coach’s neck, and pulled him down into a deep, hungry kiss. Eddie reciprocated eagerly, their tongues battling passionately for a long moment before he broke away and straightened up again to keep riding him with even more intensity.
“Tell me when you’re getting close, Stilinski,” Coach growled, looking down at his player with a completely possessed expression — a look Stiles had never seen before, filled with pure, uncontrollable lust. He kept impaling his tight, shaved cunt down onto every inch of that thick rod again and again, clenching rhythmically around him as if trying to milk the cum straight from his balls.
“I’m close, Coach,” Stiles warned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“Keep milking my tits,” Coach Diaz commanded with a deep, animalistic growl. “Let that load build up in your heavy balls. Fuck, you always shoot the hugest loads.” His intense hazel eyes never left Stiles’ face, and he didn’t slow down his relentless riding for even a second.
“I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that, Coach,” Stiles panted desperately. But Eddie only rode him harder, slamming his muscular ass down onto all twelve inches of throbbing teen cock with pure gusto, his eager pussy devouring every inch.
“Fuck it… Stilinski,” Coach Diaz finally gasped, his voice breaking with need. “I need it this time. Goddamn it, pump it into me. Knock me up. Cream my pussy and breed me deep.”
Those filthy, powerful words were more than enough to push Stiles over the edge. His cock swelled violently inside the older man as his balls tightened and erupted. Thick, heavy ropes of cum blasted out of him in powerful spurts, flooding Coach’s insides like an out-of-control firehose.
“Shoot it deep, Stilinski,” Coach Diaz urged breathlessly, grinding down fully onto the younger man’s cock and squeezing his hole rhythmically around the pulsing shaft. “I want that hot baby batter swimming in my guts.” He stayed seated completely, milking every last drop as Stiles continued to unload inside him.
“Deep, Stilinski! Goddamn… this is how it’s gonna be from now on, isn’t it?” Coach Diaz continued, his voice thick with satisfaction. “If you try to jerk off and waste any of your loads instead of putting them in my mouth or my pussy, you’re gonna be punished.”
“Fuck yes,” Stiles groaned in eager agreement. The sinful promise was one of the hottest things he had ever heard. His cock gave another heavy throb inside the coach’s cum-filled hole. It took him a moment to realize that he had made Coach cum without even touching his dick. The black pouch of the jockstrap was now soaked and bulging, white cum oozing thickly through the fabric.
“Fuck it… you made me squirt without even touching myself,” Coach panted, sounding both resigned and thrilled by his new reality. “I’m a total cum slut for you now. I’ll be taking your goddamn huge teen loads in my pussy every chance I get… fucking hell…”
Stiles squeezed those muscular tits hard as the last powerful spurts of his cum emptied into the older man. Coach Diaz finally collapsed forward onto his chest. Stiles immediately caught his lips in another deep, sealing kiss, reinforcing the weight of everything the coach had just confessed.
After they both caught their breath, Stiles’ spent cock slowly slipped out of Coach’s well-fucked, cum-dripping ass. Eddie collapsed beside him on the bed.
“Damn, Coach. You really mean all that?” Stiles asked, still breathing heavily.
Coach Diaz let out a long, satisfied sigh. “I guess you really turned me out, Stilinski. I certainly haven’t ever shaved my pussy for a student — or any other man — before. I guess I’m falling for you and that big cock of yours… a little. You’ve got my pussy on lock, son. It’s yours now.”
“I wish I really could knock you up, Coach,” Stiles murmured, nuzzling his face affectionately into Eddie’s neck.
“I wish you could too, son,” Coach Diaz replied warmly, wrapping one of his strong, burly arms around his player’s shoulders and pulling him in close. “And hey… it never hurts to try.” He laughed at his own joke, the sound rich and genuine, which made Stiles laugh along with him. As they chuckled together, Stiles reached down and grabbed a handful of Coach’s fat ass, playfully slapping one cheek before sliding his fingers toward the older man’s wet, open, and freshly creampied pussy. The laughter quickly turned into a deep, needy groan as Stiles began to explore the slick mess he had left behind.
The younger athlete’s fingers traced the swollen, puffy rim of Coach Diaz’s shaved hole, feeling the warm load of his own cum already starting to leak out. He pushed two fingers inside without hesitation, stirring the thick seed deeper into the older man’s well-fucked channel. Coach shuddered and let out a long, guttural moan, his powerful body still twitching with aftershocks.
“Fuck, Stilinski… look at what you did to me,” Eddie breathed, his voice rough and satisfied as he pushed back against the invading fingers. “My pussy is so full of your cum. You really bred me like a bitch in heat.”
Stiles curled his fingers deliberately, pressing against Coach’s prostate while scooping some of the creamy load and pushing it back inside. “That’s right, Coach. This hole belongs to me now. Every drop stays where it belongs — deep in your cunt.” He leaned in, kissing and biting along Eddie’s neck and shoulder, savoring the salty taste of his sweat. “You feel so damn good like this. All sloppy and used.”
Coach Diaz turned his head, capturing Stiles’ lips in a slow, passionate kiss that quickly grew heated again. When they finally broke apart, the older man’s hazel eyes were dark with renewed lust and something deeper — genuine affection mixed with surrender.
“You’ve ruined me for anyone else,” Eddie admitted, his voice low and sincere. “My wife has never made me feel like this. No one has. I shaved my pussy for you. I let you breed me raw. And I want more. I want you to use me whenever you need it. My mouth, my tits, my cunt — they’re yours, son.”
Stiles’ cock, which had barely softened, surged back to full hardness against Coach’s thigh. He kept fingering the cum-filled hole steadily, adding a third finger and stretching the sensitive ring even further. “Then I’m going to keep filling you up, Coach. Every single load from now on goes inside you. No more wasting it. You’re my cum dump now.”
Eddie groaned loudly at the filthy declaration, his spent cock twitching inside the soaked jockstrap. “Yes… God, yes. I’m your cum slut. Pump me full again if you want. I can take it.”
Encouraged by the older man’s eager submission, Stiles withdrew his fingers and climbed back on top of him. He lined up his massive, cum-slick cock and sank back into the welcoming heat of Coach’s pussy in one smooth thrust. Both men moaned in unison at the perfect fit. This time the fucking was slower, deeper, and more intimate — Stiles grinding and rolling his hips, making sure every inch claimed the shaved hole while they kissed and stared into each other’s eyes.
“You feel that?” Stiles whispered against Eddie’s lips. “That’s my cock owning your pussy. I’m going to knock you up one load at a time until you can’t live without it.”
Coach Diaz wrapped his thick legs around Stiles’ waist, pulling him even deeper. “Do it. Breed your coach. Make me yours completely.”
They moved together in perfect rhythm, the room filled with the wet sounds of skin slapping skin and raw, filthy moans. Stiles eventually buried himself to the hilt one final time and unloaded again, pumping a second massive load deep into Coach’s already overflowing cunt. Eddie came shortly after, hands-free once more, soaking his jockstrap even further as his body convulsed in pleasure.
Afterward, they lay tangled in each other’s arms, sweaty and spent. Stiles kept his softening cock nestled inside the older man, plugging the double creampie in place while Coach stroked his back tenderly.
“This is just the beginning, isn’t it?” Coach Diaz murmured, pressing a kiss to Stiles’ forehead.
“Yeah,” Stiles replied with a satisfied grin, squeezing one of those muscular ass cheeks possessively. “You’re mine now, Coach. Pussy, loads, and all.”
Eddie chuckled softly, pulling the younger man closer. “Good. Because I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The two of them drifted into a comfortable, sated silence, the promise of many more secret nights together hanging warmly in the air.