Black Friday Curtis

Friday after Thanksgiving. We didn’t go to my grandparent’s ranch because my little brother, stepdad and sister all had the flu. The rest of us had it the week before.

My brother asks if I want to earn five bucks. I’ve been doing this for a while: giving his friends a BJ for five bucks. My brother tells me he is “generously” giving me half. Most of the guys are from other schools. Guys Erik met at baseball camp.

 Curtis is from St. Mike’s. He’s a junior. We see each other at baseball practice when the JV and Varsity squads are practicing around each other. I’m a Freshman, so I’m barely acknowledged by anyone other than Freshmen and First Years.

On the bus ride over, my brother tells me to “be cool.” I roll my eyes. My brother is the one that usually is an idiot. He wants to be in the room “to make sure I do a good job.” After I blow the guy, my brother then “jokes” that he needs a BJ as well. It makes the other boys uncomfortable. Most ask him to wait in another room.

 

I’m fascinated by Curtis. He looks like a man: he’s furry. Great hairy legs, with thick thighs. He also has a really hairy chest. He’s cute, too. And he always seems to have a five o’clock shadow. Dark hair, with beautiful blue eyes. He’s also kind of awkward. Socially, he doesn’t seem to connect with people. But he’s a good shortstop so he’s part of the jock culture at school. He’s hung out with my brother and his friends before. I like his voice, too. It’s kind of raspy. 

His mom is off shopping with his sisters when we arrive. He’s in running shorts and a t-shirt. I can see he’s got a semi when we walk in. He points to the family room, “Hey, Erik, we got a few new games for the Atari…”

Erik practically runs into the family room.

We get to his room. Another rich kid. Well, richer than my family. Big bedroom--bigger than mine and he doesn’t have to share. He’s got a stereo and a TV in his room.

“I moved the Atari downstairs so your brother would leave us alone.”

I stand there. I’m still not sure what to do. Do I go first? I know he wants a BJ, but I’m not sure if I should just drop down to my knees.

He takes off his shirt and tosses it on a chair. “Are you…?” 

I shrug. That’s my answer to a lot of things: a shrug. 

He shucks his shorts. He goes from semi-hard to fully erect in a second. He’s got a nice dick. Not huge, but more than most of the guys at school. It’s kind of thick and has a nice curve to it. He sits on the bed. I kneel before him and take him in my mouth.

I can take most of it in without any trouble. Most of my brother’s friends nut pretty fast, so normally, I’d work it up and down pretty quickly, but I like Curtis. He smells good. He showered. I slow down. I work his balls with my hand. He likes that and lets out a soft moan.

He moves his hand to my left shoulder. I take his hand and move it to the back of my head. Coach often guides me this way. Pulling me close as He wants His dick deeper. I’m pretty sure Curtis has been with Coach. 

He gently pulls my head towards him. I take him deeper. I can’t outright swallow a dick yet, but I can slowly work it down. As my nose nestles into his thick bush, he pulls my head tight for a moment, then releases. We repeat this a dozen or so times: slowly taking him all the way down, pausing, and then pulling back slowly.

Curtis mumbles and moans, but I can’t make out any words. I do notice his balls have pulled up so much that they are on either side of his cock. He’s close. His body is tensing. I’m about to get my reward.

I change my rhythm. I ignore his slow pull and begin to move my head up and down quickly. His hands are now gripping my shoulders.

Curtis lets out a whispered groan “I’m gonna…” I feel the pumping of his beautiful cock. Then I taste it. He begins to spew into my mouth. It’s not a big load, but his salty load spills into my mouth. I keep pumping. “Oh, jeez…!” I keep pumping. I want everything he has to offer.

On a hot summer day, he was hanging out with my brother in the creek behind our house. I tried tagging along, but my brother told me to stay down the creek. I sat there, with my feet in the water, playing with a stick, listening to them talk. I don’t think they knew I could hear. 

Curtis was saying that when he jerked off, he would just keep jerking after he came. He liked the tingling sensation that was “excruciating and mind-blowing.” He said he’d come again after only a minute.

“If I’m gonna lick it up, I might as well do it all in one shot.” 

Rumors and wives’ tales about sex fly about at an all-boys school. Sperm is a big conversation. If you jerk off, you lose your edge. The only way to get it back, is to take back your seed--or someone else's. It’s not uncommon to see a guy at a urinal jerking off into his hand. In fact, a number of guys go out looking for someone to "help out" the day before a big game to “stock up.” Everyone has a story of how someone did it and scored a touchdown or hit a grand slam. 

Curtis starts to push me away, but I kept going. My fingers grasp his dropped and drained balls and I tug a little as I keep pumping with my mouth. I get a tiny taste of his spunky load every now and again and that makes me drool more. My spit spills out and on to his balls. I begin to work them as my mouth continues its assault on his rigid cock.

He is gasping and groaning. I glance up and Curtis has his clenched fists in the air. I reach up and put my left hand on his hairy pec. He grabs my wrist with both hands and holds it tight.

 

Curtis mumbles much louder now. I still can’t make out what he was saying, but he is panting, groaning, and mumbling much louder. Not a yell, but certainly not the whispering or quiet tones previously. I’m pretty sure this is “excruciating and mind-blowing.”

“Holy fuck! I’m gonna blow in your fucking throat again…!” He sobs. “Your fucking… fucking… God damnit!” His entire body starts to shake. I think he is going to break my wrist he’s gripping it so hard.

He is huffing and puffing and suddenly lets out a loud, “Mommy…!” So many guys call out for their moms. 

My mouth is once again filled with his salty spunk. Again, I milk every drop before sitting back, my pants aching with my fully erect cock. 

As I pull away, Curtis falls back on the bed. “Fuuuuck!” He rasps. I sit there watching him: His spent rod, flopped to the side. His furry chest heaving. His whole body glistened slightly with sweat.

We sit in silence for a few minutes. I can hear my brother downstairs cheering for himself on whatever game he was playing.

Curtis sits up. He looks so handsome. His hair is all a mess, but his beautiful blue eyes shine. He looks at me. I think my dick just got harder. “Thank you. That was… wow.”

I smile.

“You really like doing that, don’t you?” I just sit there. Is he calling me a fag? Not sure what to say, I shrug.

I think he realizes how it sounds, because he immediately starts justifying it with how good I am at it and how I just “knew” to keep going.  

I stand to leave.

He notices my hardon in my jeans: “Wow. You’re hard.” Before I can move my hand to cover my embarrassment, he rubs it. I can see a huge wet spot on my Levi’s. “Do you want me to help you out?”

To “help a guy out” means to give him a blow job. Sometimes we say, “Wanna help each out other out?” (“Let’s blow each other.”) If I suck you and you suck me, it’s not gay; we’re just helping each other out. Making ourselves balanced. 

I don’t even hesitate. I pull on the top button of my 501’s and my dick flops out. He gasps. “It is really big, isn’t it?” I don’t think it’s that big. I’m the biggest of my brothers, but not the biggest of my family. I love how guys stare and admire it, so I can’t complain.

Curtis grabs the base and pulls my dick into his mouth. He seems to have some trouble getting his mouth around it but is making a go of it. He looks up at me and those beautiful blue eyes makes me harder. 

I put my left hand on the back of his head, like Coach does, and Curtis closes his eyes. I guess Coach does it to him, too. I take my right and put it under his neck and under his chin. Coach does this as I’m deep throating Him. 

Curtis begins to take more and more of my cock down his throat. I can feel his throat swelling as my cock pushes deeper. I thought that Coach put His hand on my throat for support, now I know why: to feel the swelling of the throat. For someone who had a hard time getting my dick in his mouth, Curtis sure is handling taking it down deep. 

I begin thrusting slowly. Curtis relaxes and lets me slowly fuck his throat. We get into a nice rhythm. I can’t believe a Junior is deep throating my dick. After what seems like only a few minutes, he pulls off to ask me if I’m gonna cum soon. His jaw is hurting.

It feels great, but I’m just not there yet. He has me get on the middle of the bed on all fours. He puts a towel down underneath as he’s played with Erik and knows we shoot a lot. He then slides underneath me. I slowly start fucking his mouth. He starts playing with my balls and moves his hand to my taint and then my asshole. 

That’s all I need. “I’m gonna cum…”

“Mgflflysm…” is his muffled reply.

“I gonna cum a lot… More than Erik.”

“Mmmghur…?”

I push down into his throat and let loose my load. I hold there for three or four pumps, but he pushes me up to breathe. My dick pops out and I spray his face with additional shots of jizz. I hover there on all fours, dowsing him with my spunk.

“Jesus Christ!” He slides out and I continue pumping onto the towel.

I look up and he’s standing there admiring the mess. “Jesus you do shoot more than your brother!” He’s scooping my nut off his face with his fingers and licking them. I get up, move close, and lick some off his cheek and chin. I lean stick my tongue out and lean in. We make out for a second. Most guys don’t kiss, but I had a feeling Curtis did.  

I hand him the towel, jizz-side up. He licks it off. Waste not, want not.

He’s got a boner again.

 

As he licks the last of my load off the towel, I kneel and suck him off again. He cums pretty fast, which is good. His mom arrives seconds after we join my brother downstairs.

 

As we’re leaving, my brother asks Curtis if he had a good time. Curtis smiles and shrugs.

On the long walk home, my brother and I don’t speak. As we go up the walk to our house, he pulls out the fiver and hands it to me. I almost forgot to ask for it.

“You guys were up there for a while, how was it?”

I shrug and head into the house.

 

 

 

 

 

The Start of Summer

I keep thinking I need to put something up here but life continually gets in the way. It’s been far too long. Apologies. This popped into my head this morning. Short and sweet.

Second day of summer vacation. No summer sports yet. No trips to my grandparent’s ranch. Just hanging around the house. I wander to a neighbor’s place. Pete’s family has a pool. It’s already hot. Hoping for a pool invite. Cutoffs and a t-shirt. Only clothes a teenager needs.

Knock on the door. David, Pete’s older brother, answers. Year older than me. Year younger than my brother. They occasionally hang out.

I walk in. David sits back on the couch. His left leg up on the cushions.

“Where’s Pete?” 

I’d call out for him, but his mom’s a bitch. She'd yell at me... again. She hates me. Us. She hates my family. I assume she's not home.

“Out back. What are you up to?” He leans back. Looking directly at me, he pulls back his shorts. His big, floppy, uncut dick rolls out. He continues to look right at me.

I just stand there. Not sure what to do.

He smiles. “Pete’s in the back…” still staring. He pulls the foreskin back and lets it slide forward, “…or we could just hand out for a while…”

Silently, I sit down next to him. I look at his meat.

I look up at him. Still dead-on staring at me. The room is completely still. It didn’t seem that hot before, but I’m sweating now.

I look back down. His thick meat pulses. I look back up into those cool blue eyes.

He grabs it. Slaps his cock against his leg. I lean forward. My mouth is dry.

His dicks smells like chlorine. He must have swam earlier. Chlorine and a hint of suntan lotion on his leg. I pull back on his foreskin and take him in my mouth. I start salivating. No more dry mouth. His cock swells in my mouth. He’s really big. Well, not long, but thick.

As I stuff more of his cock in my mouth, he leans back further. Eyes closed. I start to really suck and pump on his dick. His cock stretches my mouth. I try and take more in, but I choke a bit. I pull off to catch my breath.

“Don’t stop.” He’s staring at me again. “It feels good.”

I smile and start back down. I keep eye contact. He smiles.

He moves his hand to the back of my head and gently pushes my head down. After a few minutes we get into a nice rhythm. I’m bobbing up and down. My hand, slick with spit, pumps what I cannot fit in my mouth.

David puts his other hand on the back of my head and begins pumping harder. His breathing becomes more intense and he growls a little. I think he’s close.

He grabs the back of my head hard and stuffs his thick dick to the back of my throat. My nose is buried in the material of his shorts. His auburn bush peeking out. I’m trying not to choke, but I’m making loud gurgling noises as he continues his assault on my mouth and throat. I try to remember what my brother taught me: relax. Let it happen. I take a deep breath. His cock slides deeper. He is in my throat. He holds my head firmly in place. I do not struggle. I can feel the pulsing beast throbbing in my mouth and throat.

“Oh. Oh…” he stammers. Then, he squeaks out a whisper, “Oh, fuck.”

He nuts.

I hold. I let his spunk pump down my throat. My head and his pulsing meat are throbbing together. It’s all I can do not to pull back and away. I’m tensing up. I can’t breathe. I’m going to start gagging on David’s thick meat. I push forward a slight bit. David lets out a deep, guttural moan and relaxes.

I swiftly pull off and take a deep breath. His beast gushes out two more pumps of cum. They slide down his bulbous shaft. I lean forward and slurp them up.

I squeeze his dick to get the last bit out. I look up. He smiles. He tucks his dick back in his shorts.

“You’re a lot like your brother,” he smiles. Not looking at me. I wait for an indication he’s going to reciprocate. My cock is aching and I want to pull it out. He gets up and starts walking upstairs. “Like I said, David’s in the back…”

I spend the afternoon swimming with David. My cock stays in a semi-hard state through most of the afternoon. I go home and beat off. Twice.

I fooled around with Pete again over the Christmas break, but that’s about it. Uneventful.

Pete and I hook up post college a few times. Even less eventful.

Coach

The first time I saw Coach I was a freshman. I needed a form signed for baseball. I could have gone to any of the baseball coach’s offices. I chose His. I walk in. It’s full of guys. Some sitting around studying. Others are waiting. I have no idea why some are there. They’re sitting on his old leather couch, half dressed. The room smells like a man. No stank. Just… manly.

The athletic offices were perched in raised clusters all around the locker room. There’s a tiny restroom in the back of each office: toilet, sink, and shower stall. He walks in from his shower. The only way I can describe Him is “Stud.” Total stud. Tall. Handsome. Built. Robert Redford back-in-the-day-handsome.

He’s rubbing a towel over his muscled chest. He’s fucking perfection. He throws the towel over his shoulder. I see IT. My God… it’s beautiful. Thick, cut-meat sprouting from a dark bush and hanging beyond His heavy, furry-oblong balls.

Coach sits down at his desk. Towel still on His shoulder. He’s naked. In His chair. Naked. Can they do that? Who sits naked in a chair? I’m growing up in a crowded house full of kids. There is no time to be naked. His meat rests on the edge of the chair. How big does it get? I’m trying not to stare.

He signs paperwork for another guy. I hand Him mine. “Legend? James and Eric’s little brother?” I nod. He smiles. “I saw you at the batting cage last week. You got some power. You might even make JV…” A couple of guys laugh. He signs the form. I keep it in front of me as I leave. I’ve got a massive boner. I’m thinking about that chair. And that thick piece of meat resting on it.

A few days later, I meet Danny. He’s hanging with my brother. We chat. He’s cool. He has tiny scars around his left eye. Something to do with water polo. He’s so goddamned good looking. Almost pretty. The scar makes him just shy of perfection. He’s also a senior, which is really cool. Any time an upper classman talks to a lowly freshman is awesome.

He starts giving me grief about the Marci incident. I don’t say too much. He asks if I like eating pussy. I shrug. He asks if I like sucking dick. I blush. I blank. Tells me he’s kidding. I decide to hang out downstairs. My brother calls me a pussy as I practically run away.

It’s cold as I start to head home after school on a Tuesday afternoon. My jacket sucks. Hand me down. Old. I cut through the parking lot on my way to the bus stop. I see Danny. He gives me a nod. I nod back. He jogs over. “Heading home?” I nod. “Need a lift?” I shake my head. “Uh… about the other day, I didn’t offend you, right?” I shake my head. I tell him it’s okay. Again he offers me a ride. The wind kicks up. “My truck’s got a heater…”

We drive around for a bit. We talk baseball. His last season. He’ll miss it when it’s over. Talks about the team. The guys. How amazing Coach is. He talks a lot about Coach. He asks if I want to come over. I’m almost hard in my pants. I know it’s not about sex. But he’s so cool. A senior. Cute.

We walk into his room. It’s practically bigger than my house. He turns and kisses me. I’m not sure what to say so I just stare at him like an idiot. He leans in to kiss again. This time I kiss back.

Shirts are off. Beautiful bod. Hairy pits. No chest hair to speak of. Some on his happy trail. He pushes me on the bed. Trying desperately to be quiet, we roll around on his bed making out. My cock is aching. He pulls down my pants and underwear. “Shit. You’re bigger than your brother…” I just about nut with that.

He sucks on it for a while. He’s good. First time I haven’t done the “you-suck-me-then-I-suck-you” bit with a classmate: We kiss. He sucks. We kiss more. He stuffs his thick meat into my mouth. We kiss. I suck him again. He asks me if I’ve ever been fucked. I just stare at him.

“Look, if you have, then we can do it. If not, you’ll probably make too much noise and if my parents come home, they’ll hear.” I look at his big meat. “I’ve never been fucked.” Total lie.

We end up blowing each other to orgasm. As we’re dressing, he tells me I shoot a big load. “You, too.” It’s a lie. I wasn’t even sure if he came until he pulled me off his dick.

At school on Monday, Danny comes up and asks me if I want to stop by his house on my way home. I’m instantly hard.

We hook up a couple of times a week. Both his parents work, so they’re rarely home. He guides me into the finer points of sex. It evolves over the next few months, but this is how I remember our sessions:

We start making out. He likes kissing. He’s also a fucking fantastic kisser. Clothes slowly come off. He loves to rub his dick around my ass. Slapping it against my hole no matter what position we’re in. Danny introduces me to KY Jelly. So much better than Crisco or Vaseline!

He likes to take me from behind. Whether bent over, on my knees, or on my stomach, he likes to pound from the rear. I like it on my back. He pushes my legs back. Looms over me. When he does that, he’ll kiss me while fucking me. Occasionally, I’ll ride on top of him. Even then he likes me facing away. “I love watching my dick slide into your ass.”

Danny is also fond of my dick. He doesn’t do a lot of sucking, but he likes playing with it. Smacking it. Making it swing back and forth. He’s playing with it when he says, “I always thought it would be much bigger.” Shit. I thought it was decent? “Is it too small…?” He laughs. “Hell no. It’s just that you… you hang long. You’re a show-er. Not much of a grower.” I still think he’s calling me small.

We also talk a lot. In movies people never talk when having sex. He stops in the middle to chat. He talks a lot about Coach. “Coach says…”

He also uses condoms when we fuck. “So my dick doesn’t smell like shit.” I try and clean myself out. I guess it’s not enough. He tells me I’m fine. “Coach says…” Wait. What?! Coach talked about fucking guys?

He smiles, “Coach says, ‘Things happen in an all-boys school…”

I make JV ball my freshman year. Totally skipped Freshman Ball. This may not be big to you, it was huge to me.

Danny talks more and more about Coach. How great He is. How much He knows. How I should get to know Him. But Coach is Varsity. I only see Him in passing. Danny tells me that Coach can help me get to Varsity.

In our many sessions talking about Coach, I hear the affirmations: Go out there and get it. Reach for it. Want it more. Try harder. Practice more. Be stronger… I can practically hear him in my sleep. Mostly because I share a room with my brother who talks about Coach endlessly as well.

February. Sunday afternoon. Danny’s parents are somewhere. We fuck like rabbits. Every position we can think of. He’s standing next to the bed, fucking me while on my back. He says he’s gonna cum. He pulls out. Yanks off the condom. Shoots his load on me. As always he doesn’t cum that much. As he’s jerking me to orgasm, he tells me that Coach wants to meet with me. Alone. I think of Him sitting naked on that chair. I bust my nut. “Fuck. You shoot a big load.”

Monday afternoon. Batting practice ends. Danny asks me if I want to go for a run. I’m beat. But it’s Danny, so I go. Long run. It’s after five when we get back. The doors are all locked to the gym. Danny has a key. I give him a “where’d you get that?” look. He shrugs.

We walk in the locker room. It’s dark. The light in Coach’s office is on. The rest of the locker room is dark. As we start up the stairs, I hear the door from the weight room open. Coach walks out. Shirtless. Grey sweat pants. Fuck, He’s beautiful.

I sit on the big old leather couch in front of His desk. The room smells so good. That man scent again. That couch has had a thousand sweaty guys sit on it.  Coach is standing in front of me, leaning against the desk. Danny stands by the door a few feet away.

Coach starts talking about my commitment to the school and baseball. He’s talking like I know why I’m there. Like I understand where this is going. I do not want Him to think I’m an idiot, so I just nod my head. Trying to absorb it all.

Commitment. Passion. Dedication. Devotion. Teamwork. Spirit. He goes on and on. My head is swimming. Coach is talking to me like I’m a real person. Not just some kid. I watch the sweat still stuck in His chest hair. Fuck He’s beautiful. My head swims. As He talks, He scratches just below the waistline of His sweats. The room is now spinning. His words. The smell. Coach’s bulge.

Oh. My. God. His fucking bulge.

I think He has a hardon. I KNOW He has a hardon. It’s pointing to His left. I can’t stop looking at it. I hear Him as if in another room. “You’ve got to go for it in this world…” I think of what Danny has said about Coach. What my brothers have said. “Be proactive…. A go-getter… reach for it... Reach for it… Reach…”

I see my hand reach out. As if it’s not mine. I grab that big dick through His sweats. I let go only to pull on the waistband. It releases His cock. His thick, massive meat rolls out and across the back of my hand. It’s so warm. It’s so big. It’s so beautiful.

The room is absolutely silent except for the sound of rain drops hitting the skylights over the locker room. I don’t even think my heart is beating.

I look up. Coach just looks at me. I open my mouth, thinking I’m going to say something. There’s a glint in His eyes and a hair of a smile…

I kneel in front of Him. His cock starts to rise. I quickly stuff it in my mouth. I don’t want him to say no.

I work it for a few minutes. Playing with His balls. Taking as much as I can of His meat in my mouth.

“See?” Danny smiles. “I told you he was good.”

Coach lets out a laugh. “You’ve taught him well.” He pulls my head back. His cock still filling my mouth. I look up. “Didn’t he?” I let out a muffled “yep”. They both laugh.

I keep working Coach’s meat. It’s spectacular. A bit musky from his workout, but mostly clean. I suck on His seriously hairy balls for a while. I can only get one at a time in my mouth. I push His balls up to lick His taint. I get a lovely bit of acrid musk on my tongue. My dick begs for release.

I glance over at Danny. Shorts and jock on the floor. He’s just spit on his dick. He’s jacking it watching me. “Take your clothes off, kid and stay a while.” I look up at Coach for approval. He nods.

I jump to my feet. I pull my windbreaker, jersey and t-shirt in one, swift motion. I try to take off my pants, jock, and cleats just as fast. I stumble back and fall backwards onto the couch.

“Easy. Easy. Easy…” Coach pulls off my cleats and slides off my pants. He leans in. He kisses me. His dick slides against my leg, leaving a snail trail of precum as it drags along my leg. That’s it. I’m done. It’s too fucking much. I nut. I spray his furry chest.

“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry!” I cry out as each shot blasts into His golden fur. It hangs there. Gripping. As if my jizz knows it is at a sacred place. Not wanting to drip away.

“I told you he shoots a huge load…” Danny is still furiously jerking his meat.

Coach grabs my face. “Never apologize.” He tells me to clean it up. I lean forward and start sucking my jizz from His magnificent chest. I do manage to take the opportunity to suck on His nipples.  His fur is soft. His muscles hard.

When I’m done, He pulls back. He looks me over. I feel some of the jizz running off my side and onto the couch. He leans down and licks my spunk off my chest and abs. Coach works His way down to my cock, which is now getting hard again. He takes me in His mouth and sucks out the remaining load. Squeezing it to get every last drop.

His tongue is slow and deliberate. It reminds me a bit of how Danny would blow me. But Coach is purposeful when He sucks. As if He knows just where every flick of his tongue must go. Same with my balls and taint. I hear myself moaning at one point. It’s so amazing.

He pulls away. Coach is kneeling on the couch in front of me. He looks me over. “You have a beautiful cock there.” I nod. He grabs the base and shakes it a bit. “Very nice.” He sucks me again for a few pumps. My cock is so sensitive at this point, but I’m not going to tell him to stop.

“Roll over.”

I’d had my ass eaten before. Nothing too spectacular. This. This is different. This is amazing. Like a starving man offered as sumptuous meal, He dives in. He licks and eats my ass. He’s alternating between violently and delicately. He takes me from one extreme to the other. Always keeping me on the edge.

I’ve thought a lot about that night and I can say with absolute conviction that the moment His tongue presses against my hole, my life is irrevocably altered. A new course is set and He is my True North.

He’s pulling my rod back so on his long treks from the top of my hairy hole to the tip of my dick, I feel the long, silky edge of his tongue. One second He’s chewing away at my furry hole, the next He’s offering light kisses. He moves me up so he can assault my taint with his tongue. I think his teeth are used as well. My legs are shaking.  

Coach stands. He pushes the head of His cock against my hole. Then He teases me with it. Sliding it up and down. Slick precum helps His dick slide smoothly along my crack. He pushes forward so the shaft rests along my entire crack. He pumps a few times.

I silently pray that God allow Him to fuck me. “I’ll never ask for anything again. Please let him cum in me…”

“Danny, grab the KY in my desk…”

Thank you, Jesus.

He hands Coach the tube. I put my head down on the arm of the couch. I’m starting to shake. Danny puts his hand on my head. With the other hand, Danny rubs my neck and pushes down my back. Danny keeps gently whispering for me to relax. I hear the “ntch, ntch, ntch” sound as Coach lubes up His thick meat.

He tells me to take a deep breath. I feel Him enter. It’s not so bad. It doesn’t hurt too much. I quickly realize that it’s His thumb. He’s lubing me up with his large hands.

Danny pulls my head up. I look into his sparkling eyes. He tells me I’m doing great. He cups my face with his left hand, as he jerks his meat with his right.

While Coach continues lubing my ass and adding more fingers, He starts rubbing my back with His other hand. He gropes my ass hard. It’s all so surreal.

Coach rests His dick on top of my ass. I can feel it pulsating. It seems so much bigger right now.

Danny kneels in front of me. He looks very serious. “Robert. Coach is going to enter you now.” I nod. “You need to give Him permission.” I say okay. I’m even more nervous now. Danny moves in and whispers, “This is a big moment dude. You’re so lucky.”

I feel the head pressing against my hole. I’m trying to relax. The room is starting to spin.

“Robert?” Coach’s voice sounds so far away

“Yeah…”

“I’m going to enter you now.”

“Okay…” My dick is dripping precum again.

“I need your permission.”

“Okay…”

Danny is holding me so close. He’s whispering in my ear. “His dick looks so purple. He’s gonna breed you…”

“I will cum in you.”

“Okay…” I think the precum is at a steady stream at this point.

“You know what that means, right?”

“Um…” No, I don’t.

He leans forward as Danny pulls back, the head pushes in a tiny bit, “It means I’m going to make you a true man.” My dick goes harder than it’s ever been. It hurts so fucking much. I push back. I want that cock in me.

“Oh, God… yes.”

“Tell him you want it…”

“Yes, Coach! Please!” It’s all too much. I’m sobbing now. I want this more than anything. “Please fuck me! Cum in me!” I push back. I feel Him enter. Oh, fuck it hurts! But I want it so bad! I want Him! I want to be a man! I want the whole fucking world!

His giant sausage pushes into my hole. Each thrust goes a little further. He’s gentle now. Easing me into it. I lift my head. His hand is on my shoulder. His other hand on my waist. He’s telling me how good I’m doing. How beautiful my ass is taking his cock.

Now He’s holding onto both shoulders. With one final push, the entirety of the manliest cock I will know fills my hole. He pauses for a moment. I take a deep breath.  I’m completely euphoric. I have never felt so alive. I have dreamed of Him so many times. Of Him touching me. Kissing me. I never let the dream come this far…

He begins pumping. Not too hard or too fast at first. But he gains momentum quickly. As He continues to build up speed, He is also going for longer strokes. His cock is coming almost all the way out and then slamming full force back in. It hurts so fucking much. But I don’t want it to stop. Ever.

I’m vaguely aware that I am loudly groaning with each powerful thrust. He tells Danny to quiet me down. Danny shoves his dick in my mouth. Blow jobs with Danny have been mostly me sucking him, rarely with him fucking my face. On this evening, he is making up for lost time. It’s a wonder my spine doesn’t crack with the pounding forces coming from both ends. My nose is clogged and I can barely breathe.

Coach pulls out and I collapse onto my side, away from Danny’s assault on my mouth. I can barely breathe. Coach pulls me down on the couch and flips me on to my back. Before I can even think of recovery, my legs are tossed back. He’s in me full tilt again. He’s got a firm grip on my ankles. He looks on me with such pleasure. I love watching Him fuck me. He’s so fucking beautiful. That massive, furry chest. Those tight abs. Those beautiful, intense eyes. That goddamned giant cock in my ass…

Watching Him is short-lived as Danny crawls over me and shoves his cock back in my mouth. He fucks my mouth just as mercilessly as Coach fucks my ass. “I’m gonna cum in your fucking mouth…!” Danny’s edging all night has produced a massive load. I’m completely incapable of handling most of it. I swallow. I choke. I spit some back up. It’s all over my face and in my eye. Danny steps off. He stands next to coach. His hand on Coach’s shoulder, watching Him rail me. My rock-hard cock is bent towards Coach’s abs. Each thrust into me, causes my dick to bounce back and then slam back into his fuzzy abs. It’s too much. With no hands on my dick, I let out a shout. Like an unattended firehose, I begin spraying the two studs standing over me, along with the couch, the window, and myself.

“Fu-u-u-uck!”

Coach thrusts into me. His tenses with each pump of His precious milk into my ass. “Yes. Yes. Yes….” He remains over me. Breathing heavy. I can feel his dick twitching. I think he’s still coming in me.

He pulls out. Sits back. Danny looks down at my jizz covered body. He can only muster a quiet “wow.”

We are silent in the afterglow.

After a minute, Coach gives my leg a hearty smack and starts towards the shower. He stops and turns, “Hey kid, I’ve got one rule: Don’t fall in love with me.” He laughs like it’s a joke. I just nod. I can’t speak.

Danny kneels next to me. He starts talking a mile a minute. Not sure exactly what he said, but it’s all good. I tell him I need to shit. “Don’t! Hold onto his butter as long as you can. Trust me.” I nod.

He smiles at me. “You feel it? You’re a goddamned fucking man now!” Danny rubs my stomach. “You’ve got a fucking stud in there.” Fuck, am I pregnant?

I want a Kleenex. My nose is stuffed. I have jizz in my eyes and ears. As Danny starts to get me something, Coach comes out. He looks at me and tells Danny to clean me up. We walk down to the showers. (Coaches shower is for Coach).

I fart a few times on the way to the shower—I can feel bits of Coach’s nut butter dribble out each time.

I look at myself in the mirror. My eyes look like I’ve been crying. One eye is almost sealed with a big glop of jizz. There’s snot pouring out of my nose. There’s still spunk all over my face and body. Not sure if I’ve been royally fucked or been in a fight.

I rinse off. Twice I fart and I can feel even more jizz come out. My ass is so weak I can’t hold them in. Finally, I just squat over a drain and let it go. It feels like it runs forever. Thankfully, Danny has already finished and went back to Coach.

I stand under the water for a few minutes, trying to process this all. I’m lost.

As I walk back to Coach’s office, Danny walks past. “Gotta go!” He’s gone without even a “thanks” or “It’s been fun.”

I change into my school uniform and walk up the steps to say goodnight and maybe see if Coach can give me a ride home. I can’t hear the rain anymore, but I know it’s fucking cold out.

He’s finishing up cleaning my mess. “Lot a jizz…” I nod. He tosses the towels into a bin. He’s standing there in a pair of running shorts that leave little to the imagination.

“Danny…?” 

He shakes His head. I instantly understand that for him it was just business. I won’t be fucking around with him anymore.

I slump down on the couch. Still unsure what all this means. “We’ll talk all about it this week…” It’s like He can read my mind.

He comes over and pulls me close. Tells me I was great. He gives me a kiss on the cheek. My ear. My neck. We start making out. Fuck. I’m hard again. So is He in those fucking shorts.

He stands up. Pulls it out. Holds it to my mouth. I take Him in. Not too far, my throat still aches. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back. Coach rests His dick on my tongue and begins to jerk His meat. I try and suck it. He won’t let me. “Just look at me, boy…” He smiles at me. I can’t help but smile back. He jerks harder. Pulls my hair a little more. “When I cum, don’t swallow. Just let it sit… THERE!”

He cums in my mouth. One shot hits me straight in the eye. The same one from earlier. It will be red for two days. He taps my face with his hard but spent dick. Rubbing cum around my lips.

He smiles at me. Tells me I can now swallow. I do. Never breaking eye contact. He holds my chin firm, “Remember what I told you… don’t fall in love with me.” Before I can answer, His pager goes off.

I thought only doctors have those…

As he calls His service. Tosses me a towel.

He hangs up, “Go see if Danny is still outside and bring him back…”

I find Danny in the parking lot talking to some guys from water polo. They give me a nod. Do they know? Is it obvious? I try to remain cool as we walk back. Coach is smiling at Danny. “Bernhard is in town. Care to make a few bucks?”

There is far more going on here than I can comprehend. Much more than Bernhard being just another Booster.

One phone call and two minutes later, they drive off to see “Bernhard.” I’m sitting at the bus stop. I think about the evening. Danny. Coach’s dick. What if I didn’t grab it? What if I’d not come tonight? What if I never got that ride from Danny? I’m jealous they’re together. I’m bummed I’m at the cold bus stop. Grateful it’s stopped raining.

The bus is mostly empty. I slump in the back I burp twice on the ride across town. I swear I can taste His cum.

As I walk to my house from the bus stop, I feel warm and wonderful inside. Even though it’s cold and damp out. My ass twitches. I think there’s still some jizz in there. I burst out laughing in the cold night air. I feel fantastic! I feel like any guy who just became a man!

As I start up the walk to the house a cold wave sweeps over me.  Shit. I’m in love with Coach.