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Luke's Big Butt Chapter 8 (Part 3/3 - WIP)
🕑 Added 2022-11-27 23:25:18 +0000 UTC“I just don’t get it, Coach!”
It was after dinner, after Chrissy and Luke cleaned up and loaded the dishwasher. I instituted a “homework after dinner” policy a while back, to keep my three kids- I mean, the three of them, on track. Of course, I had to keep them separated, because Chrissy and Luke would inevitably start teasing each other and bickering. But in an affectionate way, I guess. I knew Chrissy had Luke’s back.
I still wondered if Luke would end up together with Chrissy. I guess I hoped, not just wondered. Luke really had become like a son to me - he ate dinner with us more often than not. I helped him out with his homework. I was the male figure he needed in his life to grow up and become a man.
“Alright, tell me what you don’t get.”
“I don’t get any of it, Coach! Like, how can you have a letter in math! I don’t understand, like it’s all jumbled up.”
Luke always struggled with math. Well, really, he struggled with everything. He had a hard time understanding concepts and memorizing facts. I talked with Maria once - she took him to get tested, but then decided she didn’t want to do anything differently for Luke. That he was fine the way he was. I agreed with her, and I just hoped Luke would too.
“Maybe everyone is right. Maybe I’m just dumb. Sammy is the only freshman in his Calculus class! And all I can do is catch things and hit things with a bat.”
Sammy was Luke’s best friend. They met on the team, and have been inseparable ever since. When Luke wasn’t eating dinner with us, he was with Sammy’s. Sometimes I thought that Sammy was the only real friend Luke had. Don’t get me wrong, Luke was friendly with everyone on the team. I know they teased him, but he seemed to take it in stride and laugh along with them. I noticed in middle school that Luke seemed to open up, stop being so shy and quiet. Now he was typically the one leading the team chants.
But, maybe I’m wrong. I didn’t know that the guys’ teasing affected Luke. I heard them a few times - they called Luke ‘bubble boy’, ‘dumptruck’, clearly talking about his butt. During puberty Luke didn’t really get much taller, but he started to develop muscle and most of it seemed to be his glutes. Luke always laughed along, though.
“Luke, you don’t ever have to compare yourself to anybody. You just have to do the best that you can do. Don’t beat yourself up about struggling, even someone like Sammy has weaknesses.”
Luke hesitated, but then relaxed a little bit. “Okay, Coach. I’m just gonna try and do the best I can.”
“That’s the spirit, Luke.”
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The bed was a mess. This cheap motel mattress was now soaking wet, a combination of sweat, pussy juice, and a few drops of my cum that had leaked out of Luke. As much as I wanted to fuck him into the bed, it was honestly too gross.
There was another bed, to be sure, but I had another solution in mind.
“Luke, can you stand?”
He thought for a second, then shook his head. “I don’t think so, Coach. My legs are still wobbly and my head is all foggy.”
Well, that left me only one choice. I flipped Luke over, hooked my arms underneath his beefy thighs, then lifted him up onto the floor. I wrestled a bit in high school, and the long-lost skills came back as I put Luke into a modified Nelson hold. He was big, and it wasn’t exactly easy, but I was strong enough to lift him up and down on my cock.
My cock slips into Luke’s pussy for a third time, this time wetter and ever, the tightness loosening up a bit and the sloppy squelches sounding even more obscene. I lifted Luke up and down, my muscles straining, while simultaneously pumping my hips up.
This was fucking hot. Something about this was so… masturbatory. Almost like Luke was one of those sex toys guys would use to get off, those cylinders with the soft insides and fake vagina. But I was never brave enough to get one. Instead, I was using Luke like one, lifting him up and down like he weighed nothing even as every muscle in my body burned. I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to keep this position up.
Luke is screaming the whole time I’m pumping his jock pussy up and down my cock, of course. And then finally, finally, I feel him grip my forearms so hard he’s almost crushing them.
“COACH!! IT’S CUMMING!! MY FUCKING PUSSY IS CUMMING!!”
Luke’s eyes rolled back as his pussy just unleashed a torrent of juice, spraying it out over my cock and right onto the already ruined bed. I feel some of it splash onto me, down my legs. His pussy just doesn’t stop, it must be pumping out a liter of juice. The slick gushing sounds and Luke’s erotic moaning sends me over the edge, and I cum for the third time inside Luke’s pussy, so deep it would be in his womb if he were a woman.
After what felt like hours of both of us cumming our brains out, but couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, Luke’s pussy squirting slowed to a trickle and my balls were thoroughly spent, this time for real. There was not even a drop of cum left in them, and instead Luke had more cum inside of him than a porn star in a six man gang bang.
We were both exhausted, and I slowly lowered Luke to the ground again. His legs were still wobbly, but he seemed to have calmed down.
“Thank you Coach. Fuck that was it. I needed that.”
I was relieved. Finally this nightmare was over. And I was happy and somewhat proud that I was the one to be able to help Luke like this.
We were both exhausted, but filthy. I thought about taking him into the shower first, showering together, soaping up his young muscular body while he felt up my middle-aged dad muscles. My cock was thoroughly spent, and gave a slight try at getting hard again, but he was going to be out of commission for a while. I led Luke into the bathroom, hoping the small motel shower would fit the both of us.
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“Just hold still Luke, we don’t need a repeat of shaving!” Luke kept fidgeting, from nerves, I think. That unfortunately resulted in him nicking himself when he shaved in my bathroom earlier.
Luke took a deep breath and held still so I could finish tying his tie. I took a step back. Where did that little kid go? Standing before me, Luke was a real man. Strong and muscular, more self-assured, more confident. As a junior, he’d finally come into his own.
Before, I couldn’t imagine Luke going to the Winter Formal, let alone bring a date. Granted, the date was Chrissy, and I had firmly put away any hope that they would end up dating. They were friends, at least, close to being siblings in fact. That was good enough for me.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you? I’m going to head over to chaperone anyways.”
“Yeah, it’s chill, Coach. Sammy’s gonna swing by after he picks up Marissa.” Marissa was Sammy’s most recent girlfriend, I’m assuming. I had trouble keeping track of them, to be honest. He seemed to have a new girlfriend every week. Meanwhile, Luke had never had a girlfriend, as far as I knew. He always just shrugged it off and said he hadn’t met the right girl yet. I knew he wouldn’t have any trouble getting one when he was ready, all of Chrissy’s friends had massive crushes on him.
Then again, I’ve noticed something. More than a few times, I’ve caught Luke staring at Sammy when Sammy isn’t looking, and vice versa. The look in their eyes, a deep affection, the way they are with each other. They have no restraint about touching each other either. It almost makes me think something is going on, more than just being ‘best bros’. It reminds me a little of college, in fact…
My thoughts were interrupted by Chrissy strutting out of her room while I scrambled to finish tying Luke’s tie. My girl was all grown up. She looked great in the dress she picked, I had a hard time helping her dress shop so I’m happy she found one she liked. “Oh wow, you look very nice, dumptruck,” she said with a smirk.
Somehow those middle school nicknames stuck with Luke. Well, really it was only Chrissy who still called him that. I knew it was just teasing. Chrissy was always Luke’s biggest supporter, cheering him on at games, and one time when he was tripped by a rival player, I had to hold her back from breaking the kid’s nose. My oldest was too headstrong for her own good.
“Thanks, uh, you look kinda good too… I guess.” Luke barely glanced at Chrissy.
“Wow, A+ complement right there, Luke.” She rolled her eyes and huffed, but a small smile escaped.
A car horn rang out loud. Sammy was here.
“Alright, have fun you two! I’m going to be there, so come get me if you need anything.”
“No worries, Coach. It’s chill.”
I knew Luke was going to be fine, but I couldn’t help but worry.
I watched Luke and Chrissy leave. As Luke walked away, my eyes drifted south… ‘Drumptruck’ rang in my head. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at Luke’s ass in those tight slacks as he walked away…
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After showering, where we were barely able to squeeze ourselves into the tiny shower but eventually made it work, Luke and I got onto the other clean bed, if you could even call a ratty motel bed clean. Luke’s back was to me on his side, and my cock, still soft but making a valiant effort to get hard again, was nestled in between his fat ass cheeks, but not deep enough for any penetration. I’d never slept in the same bed as Luke before, but something about this felt so right. It was comforting.
An idea came to me.
“Luke… this whole thing. The pussy thing. Does that have anything to do with what’s going on with you and Sammy? Is he the friend who was helping you that you told the doctor about?”
Luke was silent for a few moments, and I wondered if he had fallen asleep. Instead, he spoke softly.
“Sammy was helping me. I thought he was, y’know, just being a good bro. But then he told me he loved me. And I… fuck, I was a complete asshole to him. I didn’t want to admit that I had a pussy. But now, I think, I made a huge mistake.”
“Oh, Luke.” Now everything made sense. Those signs I had noticed before were correct. Luke and Sammy’s feelings for each other went way beyond friendship, and it just took Luke much longer to realize that.
“It’s going to be okay, Luke. I know it seems hard right now, but I meant what I said before. You just need to talk to him. Tell him what you told me.”
“I don’t know if he’ll ever forgive me.” Luke’s whisper was thick with sadness.
“I know it hurts, but you need to try. I’m sure Sammy wants to end this fight just as much as you.”
“Thanks, Coach,” Luke yawned, and we both drifted off to sleep.
Comments
Bella Lime
Glad to see Sammy coming back up and Luke realizing his stupidity (and naiveté)
Charlie Walker
Thank you, I’m always happy to receive constructive feedback.
Charlie Walker
I think I am going to post a “no flashback” version for those who want to focus on the sex, but the official chapter will keep the flashbacks.
William Peightal
I also appreciate putting all this out there, even if you want to tweak it. I have been keen to read this chapter. Thank you for sharing. :)
William Peightal
The sex wasn't weak; It wasn't your strongest. I can appreciate wanting the sex here to be top notch though, so power to you if you want to have another go at it.
William Peightal
I actually appreciated at least the first two flashbacks. It's cute characterization. It wasn't what I wanted as I laid down to read smut.. so I think that got in the way.
Charlie Walker
I know this chapter is not up to the quality everyone expects of me. I’m working on fixing it and will hopefully have an improved chapter out soon.
Great story all three parts!
I don't know. I wasn't feeling any of it. I read the first Incarnation of this story. This being the actual first new story of Luke just. The sex was weak. Back story unnecessary. The best part was his realization about Sammy. Its probably me. I'm a huge fan of your work. As I said I'v read the first jsp, which ended a the last chapter. So I'm alongfor
grkotter91
This was totally worth the wait ☺️ I love the snippets of backstory and how they both give more depth to Coach Tom being conflicted about fucking Luke but also help him realize how much Luke has grown up
