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.

Scruffy

The kid is sitting on my bed. Waiting. Cute. Young. Willing.

We’ve been texting for a while. Friend of a fuck buddy. He’s straight. Or so he claims. Plays around occasionally. Has a girlfriend. Wants to be a man. But he’s still a boy. Looks it, too.

Short. 5’6”. Light brown curly hair. A little too long. Deep brown eyes. In shape, but not too built. Surprisingly fuzzy. Lots of scruff. Kids today seem to like to show they can grow a beard. Even if it’s shitty. We get it: you’ve got pubes. Relax.

His texts usually come late at night. Probably drunk based on his spelling. He usually balks at the last minute. Almost always a lame excuse.

He kept me up late the previous night: “Im horny”  “wanna fuk?”  “my dick is so hard!!!!!!” I’m surprised to see him up this  early as I walk by the coffee shop. We chat. On my way to the gym. As I leave, I tussle his hair. “Get a haircut, hippie.” I can smell him… “and take a shower for Christ’s sake!” Laughing as I walk away.

He texts me constantly as I’m working out. Keeps interrupting my music. The BF is out of town, otherwise he’d be busting my balls with some Crossfit nuttery. (I like the results and the feeling I get from Crossfit, but the fanaticism of everyone involved—including the BF—annoys the shit out of me.)

I don’t like people fucking with my workout. I want to get this shit done. I want to focus. Work on my goals and get the fuck way from the assholes who use the gym to socialize.

I belong to three gyms: The 24-hour social—lots of networking. I’m still intense, but I’m willing to talk, mostly coworkers and the like. The High End—serious networking with clients, don’t get shit of a workout. The Real Gym—where the BF is a trainer. Crossfit. Intense. Can barely walk after. Whole body is destroyed the next day. It’s awesome.  All are in the City and I don’t feel like driving in on a nice day—bridges and roads are packed with goofballs wanting to picnic, etc.

Scruffy is still at the coffee shop when I walk out. He stands when I walk by. “Did you get my last message?” I glare at him. “Did you get mine?”  I’d told him “fuck off, tease” after the tenth “I’m horny” text.

I look at my phone. “I’m ready.” He follows me home in a 1992 Toyota Piece of Shit. I’m tempted to tell him to park down the street. His car is embarrassing.

He starts looking around as we walk in. There will be no tour. “Upstairs.” I keep him in front of me. Shit, he’s got a hot ass.

We walk in the bedroom. He turns around. Stares for a second. Then starts licking my sweaty chest. I lean down and get a whiff of his hair. Shit. It stinks. I tell him to shower. He tries that “it’s my scent” bullshit. “This is scent,” I say, wiping my pit and smearing it on his lips. “You’re dirty. You stink. Clean the fuck up.”

He tries to be sexy as he takes off his clothes. “Just get in the goddamn shower.” He says his girlfriend likes it. I tell him his girlfriend is an idiot. He doesn't argue.

He stands under the water, letting it cascade down his body. Then he starts to play with the shower head. Fuck this. I climb in.Before he can really react, I grab the shower head and put it back on its craddle. I take his arms and hold them at his side. “Stay.” Not sure what his expression is. Don’t care. He’s acting like a child, I’ll treat him as such. He starts to speak. “Shut up.”

I put the shampoo in his hair. Get my hands in. Barely any foam. How fucking dirty is he? Rinse. Repeat. Just like the bottle says. It’s nicer the second time. I stand a little closer. My flushed cock bounces a little just above his cheeks. He starts to reach back. “Hands. Sides. Now.” He’s going to be clean before I fuck him. He pisses me off. I like some stink on a guy. I love a man’s scent. There’s a line between stink and stank. He’s got the latter.

He’s the perfect height for washing. Almost a foot shorter I can really dominate him. I rub soap on a washcloth. “Close your eyes”. I scrub his face. Ears. Neck. I push him under the water to rinse.  More soap. I get his arms and really scrub his back.

More soap. I reach around. I pull him into me as I scrub his chest and stomach.

“Arms up.”

I get those stanky pits. I didn’t reload the soap for those. They need to be washed, but not scrubbed of all his scent.

I kneel and get his legs. I turn him around. His bone is up against his stomach. I haven’t touched that. Yet. I get his feet. Fucking gross. I tell him he needs a pedicure. He tells me that’s for fags. I tell him he’s an adult and needs to start acting like it.

Still on my knees, I grab the soap. I lather up my hands well. Time for his junk. Uncut. Thick. Looks like it has a nice head under the foreskin. Does not shave or trim his pubes. Sweet. Finally, a point in his favor. I start to clean his junk. Working the balls. Getting the pubes good. I rub the soap on his pubes to get real foamy. I pull back his foreskin. I’m expecting cheese but find it very clean. I mention it. “I’m pretty good about that.” He starts to tell me his routine. I tell him I don’t care. He seems to like the abuse. I intend to keep it up.

I’m still not clean and I don’t feel like fucking in the shower. I smack his ass. Tell him to dry off and wait for me. When I’m done, he’s waiting for me. Sitting on the edge of the bed like a dutiful student.

The towel is on the floor. He’s still got that hardon. I run my hands through his damp hair. “Much better.” He pulls his head away. I lean down to kiss him. Scruffy pulls away. “I don’t kiss.” Seriously.

“Seriously…?”

“I just…” I stop him. He’ll suck my dick and take it up the ass, but won’t kiss? “I’m not a fag. My girlfriend…” I stop him again.

My argument goes something like this: "You won’t kiss because you’re straight, but you’ll suck my dick. Trust me, when you’re on my dick or taking it in your mouth, so swallowing my load, I’m thinking you’re a total fucking fag. When you leave, I’ll pretend you’re straight. When you’re here, you’re a fag.”  We continue back and forth until I finally say, “Fine. Whatever. Suck my dick.” He does. Because that’s so fucking straight.

Like all totally-straight-kind-of-bi-because-their-girlfriend-is-out-of-town-guys he gives an amazing blowjob. Treats the head right. Sucks on my balls. Chews and nibbles all around the base, shaft and balls. He takes it down pretty deep, too. The thickness of the base prevents him from swallowing.

Actually, I prevent him from swallowing: his teeth are starting to scrape.

I get him up on the bed and crawl over him. I turn his head so I can nibble on his scruffy neck. I lick and nibble. He moans softly. Doesn’t kiss, but doesn’t mind getting kissed.

I move to his right pit. It’s clean, but there is still a hint of b.o. Nice. I lick and chew; Scruffy moans and wriggles around. I give his left the same treatment. Must have done that after the right. It’s definitely got more funk. I give it more attention. I soak it with my spit. I slurp it back up.

I kiss my way down his trim muscled torso. Suckling on each bubble of an ab and licking the fuzzy valleys between each. He coos.

I pull on his balls so his beautiful cock rises off his body. I take it in. I work my tongue on his foreskin before swallowing it all. I pull the foreskin back, sucking on the head. Then I push it back and lightly nibble and chew on that delicious extra skin. I take the whole shaft down. I keep on it for a while. Unlike most of his contemporaries he lasts. Which only makes me work harder.

Scruff doesn’t say much. He groans and coos a lot. Says “shit” and “fuck” a lot, too. I keep going. It’s a perfect dick for sucking. Not too long or two thick. But enough to enjoy. It just starts to go down my throat. I can practically feel his foreskin kiss my tonsils. This goes on for a while. I like the way he holds my head. Not from the top. Not fucking my face. But from the side. The jaw. Gentle encouragement.

I pull up his legs and push him back. I lift his hefty balls and start licking the taint. He calls out. When I start licking his hairy hole he practically starts speaking in tongues. I roll him over and start really chewing on his furry ass. He pushes back against my mouth and tongue. Begging for more. I give it him. I keep my tongue in there and wiggle it around. The noises he makes are incredible. Tongue fucking him elicits even more odd noises. I decide I need to stay for a while and work on his ass. Twenty minutes later, he's still not complaining--but my tongue is tired.

I pull off. I grab lube and condoms from the nightstand. I begin to lube up his ass. He likes this almost as much as my rimming. “You’ve bottomed before, right?” He nods. “How many times?” He holds up three fingers. Final question: “Any as big as me?” He shakes his head.

Great. I hate newbies. Too much time training them to enjoy fucking ‘em. I don’t want to ruin him, so I go slow. I carefully play with his asshole. Fingers. Tongue. More lube. More fingers. More tongue. When he starts to back up onto three fingers, he’s more than ready.

I start to slide in to Scruffy’s tight furry hole. I love watching the head disappear into the dark crevice between his fuzzy cheeks. He whimpers. Tells me to stop. I slowly pull out. We try again. And again. The next time I just leave it and tell him to breathe. Finally, he nods. Slight push back.

I push a little farther. He groans but it’s now acceptance. I push in. Pull back. Push in farther. Pull back. His legs start shaking. Some slow fucking. I pull out.

On his back. Pillow underneath. I start to slide in again. I watch his beautiful face. Pain and pleasure keep crossing. I lean forward, giving his neck gentle kisses. “Good…?” He reaches around, grabbing my shoulders, his hand gripping my neck.

I look into his eyes on my last, gentle push in. Scruffy’s eyes go wide and a smile crosses his face. I pull back and gently start fucking him. Locking my eyes on his the entire time. Gentle breaths from him. He still is holding on tight. I love it. Each thrust is met with a tighter grip on my arm and neck. He keeps looking at my lips. I move my mouth to his. Straight boy’s tongue dives into my mouth. We thrust our tongues into each other’s mouth as my engorged cock thrusts deep into his tight hole. I begin to thrust harder. Fucking him with a faster pace as our tongues intertwine.

I pull my mouth away. Scruffy’s eyes roll back. He whispers, “Please… please, fuck me…”

At this point, I’m convinced he’s been fucked more than just a few times. I'm sure his ass has been harshly pounded before. No more gentle fucking for this boy. I turn Scruffy onto his left side, lifting his right leg up and thrusting deeply. Each thrust is met with a hard grunt. He keeps nodding. I keep fucking hard.

I play with his dick. Pulling the foreskin back. Slapping it against his stomach. I roll him onto his knees so I can stand and thrust into him harder and deeper. I have to squat a bit, which causes my balls to slap hard into his with each thrust. The pleasure/pain with each sharp smack of my nuts hitting his is delicious. It keeps me fucking harder, longer.

After a bit, I lay down on the bed and let Scruffy crawl on top. He faces me so I can play with his chest and dick. The boy rides it like a champ. He’s jumping up and down so hard and fast, I’m afraid he’ll slip and break my dick. I keep rubbing his tight body. Watching the sweat pour across his fuzz.

I have him turn around so I can watch my shaft slide in and out of his hole as he rides me. I keep one hand on the base of his neck by his shoulder. He really seems to like that. He likes me being in control.

I move back against the headboard so I can sit up. He drops back on. He leans back. I nibble on his back and neck. He continues to ride. My arms are around him. Holding him. Feeling my cock deep in him.

He turns around to ride me from the front. We are face-to-face. He immediately starts kissing me. I jerk his dick as he bounces up and down. “I’m gonna…! Jeez… I’m gonna…!” He unleashes a torrent of jizz onto my chest and neck. It just keeps pumping creamy white spunk. I keep pumping his shaft. He's whispering "cum" with each shot of milky white rope. Empty, he looks at me.

Without pulling out. I pull Scruffy close and flip him on his back. I hammer his ass until my cock throbs. His jizz drips from me back on to him. I lean forward and bite his neck. The sweat/jizz mixture on our bodies makes a slurping sucking sound almost as loud as my dick in his ass.

Slamming my cock harder and faster into his hole. His fingers tear up my back. He tries to grab my ass but can’t get a grip on it: each time I pull back it eludes his grasp. Scruffy’s hands grip on the side of my lower back until I call out.

As I cum I stop pulling back. I push further into his ass. As if I will go deeper than I’ve been. As if I can push through the condom. My mouth is clamped onto his neck. His hands grab my cheeks, but the sweat causes them to lose their grip. A taller man with bigger arms could have kept ahold. He keeps trying. He keeps slipping. Scruffy is inadvertently smacking my ass. Fuck yeah.

I lay there for a moment. Still inside him. Spent. I pull back. I bit his neck hard when I came. They’re will be a bruise later. I roll off. Lay back and stare at the ceiling. I pull the condom off my still throbbing shaft. Toss it over to the trash. Hoping it doesn’t land on the carpet. (It does).

Scruffy is immediately on top of me. Kissing. Cooing. He wants another round.

Who am I to say no?

We fuck two more times. Once more on the bed. Similar to before but harder. Louder. Sweatier. Another by the mirrored closet doors. We both like to watch ourselves fuck. So we put on a show for ourselves. Scruffy looks good riding my cock.

Finished, he asks if he can use my shower again.  I tell him no.

“I sorta stink again.”

I smack Scruffy’s ass, “Yeah, but it’s my stink you go on you.”

As he dresses, I see him lean down a little and sniff, trying to see if he can smell me on him.