Football Player Pt. 01

Football Coach and Player Pt 1

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. The story needs some setup; if you just want the sex, skip down to "Odd." If you want the full story, read on.

Jason was in his junior year and was a starting wide receiver for the Eagles, the university's team, more than halfway through his freshman season. They were playing a rare Thursday game, to be televised; his whole family, back home, was watching. The game had gone well so far, and they were up 14-7 in the third quarter.

The coach called the play and relayed it out to the team. They discussed it in the huddle and lined up to execute. The ball was snapped, he spun left, then bolted downfield, watching back over his shoulder for the pass. The ball spiraled through the air and landed right in his palms.

Before he could turn and bolt, he felt an impact and then there was blackness.

He came awake sometime later to the scent of smelling salts being waved under his nose. He was in a lot of pain and completely at a loss to understand the how of that pain.

He was surrounded by people and slowly faces came into focus; he recognized Coach Dan first, a big burly man, all teddy bear and not so much grizzly, unless you tested him on the field. There was the team Doc, a few guys in suits, and other players. He looked around and tried to move but that pain he'd felt shot through the roof.

"What the fuck," he screamed as the pain blossomed in his ankle, his leg, his right shoulder, and right arm.

"Don't move, son," Coach advised.

An extended golf cart arrived with a stretcher; they unloaded the stretcher and a brace, strapped in his leg, wrapped something around his arm to keep it still, both of which were excruciating, and then lifted him onto the stretcher and then onto the wagon. They drove slowly off the field; there was a round of applause from those watching in the stands. He waved feebly with his left hand. And then passed out.

He woke up in the hospital. He couldn't move. He was disoriented and his throat was super dry; he tried to cough but it came out as a hack that hurt. A nurse was at his side, almost instantly, a young man, fit not bulky - funny where your mind goes, he thought - the man held a tumbler with a straw to his mouth and he sipped. He tried to take more but the nurse pulled the cup away.

"What happened?" he croaked out, his throat still dry.

"You were hurt in a football game, but I'll let the doctor tell you more. I've notified her that you're awake and she'll be here shortly." He checked the IV drips, adjusted something, and then stepped out of Jason's sight.

Dr. Raying, his doctor was a tall, blonde woman and all business. She arrived with a team of interns and doctors. They explained that when he'd been hit, he landed awkwardly, shattering his shoulder, breaking his forearm (she used Radius and Ulna, but forearm made more sense to him). They'd rebuilt the shoulder, placing several pins to hold it together. More surgeries may be needed, Dr. Raying explained. His forearm was simply reset and bound. (it was currently strapped across his abdomen).

Then she moved to his leg. He'd snapped the tibia and the ankle, no doubt caused by the other player landing directly on the awkwardly bent leg. Repairs had been made but his football career was over. She was cold and clinical. He was a scared young man, completely alone. Tears streamed down his face, but he remained silent through it all.

After concluding her review, she adjusted some meds and led her team away. The nurse came back with more water for him. The security tag on his scrubs showed his name as Connor McDaniels.

He introduced himself.

"I'd shake your hand, but...," Jason tried to be humorous. Connor politely laughed.

"Let me get you some more water. I'm going to put the call button right here on your left. If you need anything, press it and one of us, likely me, will come to check on you."

Connor placed the new water cup on the rolling table, again on Jason's left side, checked the IV drips again and the painkiller drip - explained how that worked - and left Jason alone.

He was still feeling weepy, sad, and alone when a large shadow appeared in the doorway.

"Jase," he said from the door, "do you mind some company?"

Jason lifted his head to see Coach standing in the doorway.

The visit was a short one, though; he kept nodding off and woke up again to find the Coach gone. Over the next few days, his teammates quickly visited, his parents flew in, and the coach came several times.

It was his second week in the hospital when he heard from the University. His scholarship was being withdrawn since he would no longer be able to play. They encouraged him to complete his studies, but he'd have to find a way to pay for the remaining year on his own. The current year had already been paid for via the scholarship.

It would be expensive. He discussed it with his parents; there would be physio as well, other hospital costs as well, that he'd accumulate over the next few months. He didn't know if he could manage it all.

Coach came to see him the day after the university informed him of their decision. He was aware of the scholarship decision.

"I'm so sorry, Jase," he continued, in response to Jason confirming the news.

"If I hadn't called that play, none of this would be happening."

"You can't blame yourself, Coach," Jason offered.

"Still, I feel responsible."

He paused and paced around the hospital room. A pensive look on his face solidified into a look of acceptance.

"Look, I don't know what your plans are, but you'll need help when you get out of here and I want you to come stay with me. I've got an in-law suite on my first floor that you can use as you heal, and you can continue your studies without worrying about housing costs."

"Coach, I'm floored," he replied, "and I don't know what to say." It was late fall and he knew he'd have several months of classes in the new year still ahead. He doubted the university would evict him from housing, but he didn't think with physio and everything else that he'd manage living on his own.

"Take a few days and think about it. There's no rush, as you'll be here for a few more weeks, at least." Coach shook his hand and headed out, leaving him to stew over the offer.

A bit later that day, Connor came into his room.

"Big news," he said as he closed the door behind him. "The catheter is coming out today. And it's sponge bath day." Connor smiled at him.

"You'll also be starting physio today, so that we can, eventually, get you walking again." Without further ado and just the little preamble, he pulled the sheets back and lifted the gown covering him, exposing his penis and the catheter. He disconnected it from the collection tube and put the recovery bag to the side, for disposal. He placed a pad under the remaining tube, drained what liquid remained and after he deflated the internal balloon, he slowly slid the device out of Jason.

Jason moaned as the tubing was withdrawn. Connor gently wiped him down, brought the warm water over and began to sponge down Jason's body. Jason closed his eyes and let Connor do his work. He was surprised when he felt himself getting a hard on and even more surprised when he felt Connor's hand stroking it.

"You must be pretty frustrated by now," Connor suggested. And he leaned down, taking Jason into his mouth. Jason lay back, eyes closed, right hand still strapped across his chest, he raised his left hand to hold Connor's head in place. Connor didn't push him away just kept working on his cock. He expected his penis to be sore right after the catheter came out but it only felt good, having Connor's mouth on him.

It also didn't take Jason long to cum. He filled Connor's mouth with a heavily overdue load.

After that first day, Connor came back daily to help Jason's frustration. He never offered his own cock and even when Jason tried to reach for it, he just moved Jason's hand away.

Over the next few weeks, therapy went well, Coach would come by daily with classwork for him, so he could keep up. They discussed the Coach's offer and agreed that he would move in with the coach when the hospital discharged him. Coach even had a surprise for Jason - he'd spoken with the university, and they'd agreed to hire him as a junior coach, which would allow him to finish his degree at a greatly discounted rate, as an employee.

It was a Wednesday afternoon, just before Christmas; Dan was later than he usually preferred to be, but though football season had only a few weeks left, the work didn't stop and he'd run late. He was carrying folders of work/research (Jason told him what he needed, and he had the library staff pull it for him) for Jason as he arrived at Jason's room to find the door closed.

"Odd," he thought to himself.

He pushed the door open. It moved silently. He peeked his head around the corner of the door and the sight before him stopped him dead. A nurse was bobbing his head up and down on Jason's very hard cock, a hand trailed the mouth up and down on the length of Jason's cock. A very nice cock from what Dan could see. The man rolled Jason's balls in his other hand. Dan's cock was hard as a rock in an instant. He stood watching, not daring to make a sound.

In the room, Jason gasped as his load rose from his balls to the tip of his of cock. Unlike the first day with Connor, he was lasting longer than a few minutes and enjoyed every second of it, though Connor still refused his touch. Dan watched as Jason held the man's head down, pushing his cock deep into his throat as he exploded. Dan couldn't see the load, but he heard Jason moan out that he was cumming.

He quietly stepped back, letting the door slide silently closed. He leaned back against the wall beside the door and waited for the young male nurse to exit. It was a few minutes later when the man emerged. He propped the door open again. Dan's cock had softened while he waited but the wet spot his excitement had caused was still clearly visible. He tried to compose himself as he stepped into Jason's room.

He used the folders to cover his crotch and the visible wet spot until he was close to the bed, he placed the notes on the table and then used the table to block Jason's view. Jason acted completely normal, like he hadn't just dropped his load down a man's throat. Dan was a bit more awkward, but they got through their visit.

Over the next couple of weeks and into the New Year, Dan tried to time his visits for around the same time, and managed to catch Jason and the nurse, at play, more than once. He just got more and more turned on by seeing the oral play. He would go home each night after one of those visits and beat out a load, thinking of Jason's cock and the nurse's head bobbing on it. More often he imagined the nurse bobbing on his thick stubby cock.

As the time approached for Jason to be released, they talked about continuing his physio and how in-home care might be easiest. Jason suggested his nurse, Connor, might be interested. Dan was excited by the prospect; in fact, he got hard thinking of it. He even let himself think that in the more private setting of his home, he might do more than just watch them.

Release day finally came, it was the end of January. They loaded Jason into Dan's van, and he drove like a father with a newborn on board: slow and careful. Connor rode along with them. They got Jason installed in the downstairs bedroom. It had an ensuite off it, so it was convenient for Jason, and he didn't have to deal with stairs. Dan had set up a desk and Jason's laptop, so he could attend classes remotely, and he had placed class notes neatly to one side. A queen-sized bed, a dresser, and a wingback chair with a matching ottoman filled the space in the room.

Someone at the university had packed Jason's clothes and belongings and they now sat in boxes in the room, waiting to be organized.

Connor helped to get Jason settled then excused himself to find Dan in the kitchen. He went over Jason's schedule and the meds he'd need and their timing, but Dan seemed distracted. Connor couldn't help but wonder if he was okay with the situation.

"Is something wrong?" Connor finally asked him.

"Wrong? No," Dan replied, stammering over his words. He stepped closer to Connor, pausing before continuing, "I saw you, you know, with Jason, in the hospital. I peeked through the door; you didn't notice me, either of you."

"Nobody was supposed to see that," Connor hedged.

"I gathered, since the door was closed, but I did," Dan paused again, licked his lips, stared straight at Connor, stepping closer, until they stood inches apart, eye to eye, and he continued, "And I want you to do that to me."

"Wh.. wh.. what?" Connor stammered.

"I want you to suck my cock. I've been rock hard for weeks just thinking about it. I've cum so many times imagining your mouth on me, imagining your mouth on my cock," As he spoke, Dan undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them, and pushed them down. His boxers tented with a visible wet spot.

"Look, I don't know what you think is gonna happen, but I'm not that guy." Connor stepped back.

"I think you are, or at least I hope you are," Dan replied.

He stepped forward and wrapped his bear arms around Connor and kissed him. One hand trailed down Connor's back to his ass, he squeezed. The other hand went up to Connor's neck and held their faces together.

Connor's body reacted, his cock started to harden, and his own hands came up and wrapped around Dan's body. He pulled them together. Dan's bear belly pressed against his stomach.

Connor was still dressed in his scrubs, so there wasn't much material between them, Dan used the hand on Connor's ass to push/pull the scrub pants down, pulling them down over and off Connor's ass. As the pants fell to his ankles, Connor dropped to his knees and pulled Dan's boxers down to reveal a meaty cock. Connor looked up, from his knees at Dan, looking down at him, then engulfed Dan's thick cock, taking all 5.5 thick inches into his mouth. Below that thick cock hung a set of pendulous balls, each the size of a large egg. Connor rolled them in his hand.

He pulled off Dan's cock and sucked on those big hairy balls. He left them glistening with saliva, the hair matted to them before he returned to Dan's cock. Dan let him continue for a few minutes before he pulled Connor off his cock and up to his feet. He lifted the younger man without effort and placed him down on the kitchen island. He pulled Calvin's down, exposing a thin cock that was longer than his own, Dan thought.

He sucked it in and Connor let out a loud moan as Dan's mouth closed around his cock. Dan worked him with long deep strokes; he wanted that load and he wanted it in his throat. He pulled his mouth off Connor.

"Cum for me, I want to taste you," he said and drove his mouth back down onto Connor. He fondled Connor's ping-pong-sized balls, which immediately began to retract up, nearly disappearing into his groin, leaving only small bumps at the base of his cock. Dan went wild, sucking and milking him.

Jason heard the loud moan, and he called out, "Connor?" he waited a second. "Coach?"

He got no answer from either. He managed to lever himself out of bed and into his chair and he wheeled himself out of the room, following the sounds he was still hearing panting and moaning. He clearly heard Coach saying, "Cum for me." He sped up, wheeling faster. He turned the corner to a full view of the kitchen.

On the island, Connor couldn't hold it any longer.

"Fuck, you're going to make me cum," he said and he grabbed Dan's head, holding him down on his cock, as he came. Dan gulped, taking as much of the load as he could, swallowing and gulping down what he was offered. Still, some spilled out of the side of his mouth.

He stood up, pulled Connor off the counter, and pushed him to his knees and shoved his cock back into Connor's mouth. He pumped himself down Connor's throat twice before his cock unloaded. Connor pulled back, holding Dan's load in his mouth, as he slowly milked the shaft with one hand.

"Fuck," Dan gasped out, "that was fucking intense."

"I bet," Jason said from his chair. "It looked it."

Dan turned, his softening cock hanging down, a dribble of cum perched precariously on its tip. Connor remained on his knees, his own cock hard again, even though he'd just cum.

Jason wheeled into the kitchen and right up beside the two men; he reached a hand across to the Coach's hanging cock, lifted the dribble of cum off onto his finger and brought it to his lips, where he licked it clean.

"Coach, you taste good," he said to Dan, then turned to Connor, "give me that hard cock."

Connor didn't hesitate; he stood up and moved beside the chair to give Jason access. Jason leaned over and took Connor into his mouth.

"Fuck, I've wanted this for weeks," Connor sighed as Jason's mouth closed around him.

Dan stepped up to stand beside Connor. Connor reached down and began to stroke the Coach's cock. It took Dan a few minutes before his cock began to respond. Connor's other hand rested on Jason's head. He slowly started to fuck into Jason's mouth.

Dan reached down and fondled Jason's cock through his sweatpants. He knelt on the floor, pulled the elastic waistband down and exposed Jason's hard cock.

Jason pulled his mouth off Connor, long enough to beg, "Please, suck my cock, Coach."

Coach Dan pulled Jason into his throat and began to work the young man's cock. Jason returned to sucking Connor. As Connor fucked into Jason's mouth, it kept rocking the chair; it even rolled away a bit and Connor got more aggressive with his thrusts, even tilted it.

"This isn't going to work," Connor said to them both. He pulled his cock away from Jason as the Coach stood up. Connor reached down, lifted Jason, and laid him carefully on the floor. The Coach resumed his position between Jason's legs but now took the opportunity to pull Jason's sweats right off.

Connor straddled Jason's head and pushed his cock down and into Jason's mouth. He was careful to avoid the shoulder and arm; though both were healing, they were still fragile.

Coach sucked on for a few minutes, then released Jason's cock. He suckled Jason's balls, small egg-shaped ovals, then licked down his taint. He lifted Jason's legs and let his tongue explore Jason's ass. He was careful with the bad leg to support it well on his shoulder.

Connor leaned down across Jason and sucked Jason's cock into his mouth. His hips brushed against Jason's shoulder, which caused him to wince; Connor stopped immediately. He leaned back up and satisfied himself with feeding Jason his cock. Jason used his left hand to stroke himself.

Meanwhile, Coach Dan was prepping Jason's hole with tongue and fingers. He climbed to his knees, keeping Jason's bad leg well supported, positioned his cock, and pushed into the younger man. Jason resisted for a moment; he'd not had a lot of experience with bottoming but with a mouth full of Connor he couldn't easily tell the coach to take it slow.

Coach pushed in and his head breached Jason. Jason arched up and pulled away but Coach held him tight, supporting the leg and keeping his cock head in place. But he got the message and took his time working the rest of his cock into Jason's ass.

Jason settled back onto Coach's cock and was deep throating Connor. He couldn't believe he was the meat in this sandwich. His hand reached again for his own cock and began to stroke.

Coach Dan picked up his pace, pushing deep into Jason's ass. Jason's worked his own cock. He wanted Connor or Coach on it, he didn't care, just one of them. He shook his head, pulling Connor out of his mouth.

"Come around on the left," He said to Connor, "and get your mouth on my cock." Connor obeyed and Jason began to fuck Connor's throat, pulling his ass off Coach and thrusting his cock down Connor's throat, then back down on the Coach and out of Connor's mouth. Back and forth he worked them both. They each let him drive.

Jason couldn't last; he was too stimulated. He came hard, blowing a load right down Connor's throat. He clenched his ass tight as he came, locking the Coach in his ass for a moment and then as he relaxed the Coach came, filling him with his own load.

Connor licked up every drop he could then as the Coach pulled out, he took his place and drove his cock, already close from the blow job, straight into Jason's ass, the path prepped by the Coach's load.

Connor fucked him hard for less than five minutes before his load was added to the Coach's.

Coach had moved to sit on the sofa, while Connor finished and then Connor joined him. They left Jason on the floor, cum leaking out of his ass, the last dribbles of his own load seeping out of his cock head. The three sat there naked for a few minutes.

"Well, that was unexpected," Jason offered to them both.

"We need to watch what we do; we want you to heal, not reinjure yourself," Connor offered.

Jason's cock began to grow again; it bobbed unattended.

"Takers?" he finally asked.

Coach and Connor just looked at each other, and both smiled.

Over the next weeks and months, Jason finished his school year, graduated from Physio, and although there was no longer a need for Connor to continue to visit, he still made nearly daily trips. Coach and Jason became very close and even closer over the summer as Jason began to work, learning what he'd need as an assistant coach. He had his final year to plan for and two hot, very different men to play with.

It was the summer of his life. And those tales will cum soon.