Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2007 04:12:52 -0600 From: FD Campbell Subject: The Wrestling Team (revised) Sent to Tom Jonas as attachment 11-15-07 Sent to Buff Muscles, 11-25-07 This story contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of young athletes discovering their sexuality, and their coach. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further; and ask yourself why you are at this site. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We'll be glad to have you back. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or locations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental, although it may be loosely based on real events and people. All characters in the story are eighteen years of age or older, although they can be of any age in the reader's mind. A boy of eighteen can, only yesterday, be seventeen. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. On the sites that provide for you to rate the stories or leave comments, I value your thoughts and opinion; I would also like to hear from you personally. Personal stories and accounts of your own similar experiences are always welcome. Contact me at Peterbilt222@hotmail.com The Wrestling Team (Revised) The howling wind blew the snow against the windows so hard that it stuck like plaster. The wipers couldn't handle the snow packing on the windshield. "We can't get home in this," Braden said quietly. He was nineteen, the oldest of the senior wrestling team, having been held back a year when he was in grade school. No one responded. The flashing red lights up ahead were barely visible till they were right on the police car that was parked diagonally across the street. Coach rolled down the window for the approaching officer. "You'll have to turn around," the officer said. "All roads are closed in and out of the city." "I've got four boys here I need to get home," Coach Colby said. "You'll never make it. It's drifting so bad the snow plows can barely keep up with it enough to get the National Guard through to rescue stranded motorists. You'll have to find a place to stay in town. You can pull in here and turn around." It obviously wasn't up for discussion. Coach thanked the officer and rolled up the window. He pulled into the mall parking lot where snowplows were keeping a space clear for cars to turn around. "Where're we going?" Cody asked. "I don't know. Keep your eyes out for a motel," Coach said. "We passed one on the way," Braden said. "It's only a few blocks back." The NO VACANCY light was on at the motel but Coach pulled in anyway, on the off chance that they might have one room that they could all share. Braden got out to go with him into the motel. Their hopes vanished when he walked into the lobby and saw people lying on the furniture. "We don't have anything," the clerk said as they walked up to the desk. "I saw your NO VACANCY light. I took a chance anyway. Nothing, huh?" Coach said. "Not even a broom closet," said the clerk. "We have some guests who have volunteered to share their rooms, in fact, and those are taken." "Do you know of any place?" Coach asked. The clerk shook his head sadly. "You might try Motel Six up the street, and there's a Best Inn about a block further, but I doubt if they'll have anything either. The city is practically on lock down." "Yeah, I know. The police wouldn't let us leave the city." "The governor has declared an emergency and called out the National Guard. They're arresting anyone caught trying to drive on the highway." "Thanks, anyway, "Coach said. They went back to the car. "The sign meant what it said, huh." Sean said. "Yeah. We'll check Motel Six and Best Inn," Coach said. There was nothing available at Motel Six and the only luck they had at Best Inn was the clerk calling around to some other motels. But he found nothing. Coach sighed, rubbing his hand over his mouth. "I wish I could help you," the clerk said. "I couldn't even let you sack out in the lobby, it's so full." "Thanks, you've been a big help, calling around for us," he said. He turned to leave when the clerk stopped him. "Wait...I just thought of a place...." His words trailed off, as if he regretted speaking out. "Where," Coach asked. "There's a place...down the street," he said, rather hesitantly. "It's not a motel, it's a men's social and health club, but they do have rooms for their members. Just small changing rooms, but with bunks." "I don't care if it's the dog pound," Braden said under his breath. "It's down on the right side of the street, called The Locker. You might give them a try," the clerk told them. "Thanks." They went back to the car and Coach told the boys were they were going next. The boys weren't too optimistic about the health club letting them stay the night, especially since they weren't members. "Just find a place that sells blankets, we can sleep in the car," Cody said. Coach didn't know what he was going to do if the health club turned them down. They couldn't sleep in the car, the temperature was dropping fast. "As a last resort, we could go to a fast-food place and sit in a booth to keep warm," Braden said. "We may have to do that," Coach said. He pulled into one of only two parking spaces in The Locker parking lot. "Well, cross your fingers, guys," he said as he and Braden were getting out of the car. He pulled his collar tight and they leaned into the wind to make their way to the entrance. The vestibule was like an oasis compared to the outside. They went through the door to the counter. "What can I do for you tonight, gentlemen?" the clerk asked in a friendly tone with a friendlier eye toward Braden. "Something, I hope," Coach said. "I've got four boys that I brought here for a wrestling match and we can't get back home. We can't even get out of the city. I need a place for them to sleep. The clerk at Best Inn said you have rooms." "Yes, we do, but we're not a motel. We're a private club." "Yes, he explained that. What does it take to join?" Coach asked. The clerk eyed Braden again then looked back at Coach. "Did he tell you that we are a private gay men's club?" "No. No, he didn't," he replied with a surprised blink. He looked around at Braden, who gave a shrug of indifference. "But I don't think we'll have a problem with that if we can just get a place to spend the night in out of this weather." "You said boys. How old?" the clerk asked. "He's nineteen, the others are eighteen, all seniors," coach said. He thought for a moment, shaking his head. "Still, they are high school students." "Why would that make a difference?" Braden asked. "You couldn't make an exception for one night, considering the weather conditions?" Coach pleaded. "There's not a vacant motel room in town." "I'm sorry, I wish I could help, but I really don't think I should." "What if you signed something, taking full responsibility?" Braden said quietly to the Coach. Just then another man came in behind the counter. "Is there a problem?" he asked cheerfully. His nametag read Derek: Manager. The clerk explained the situation. "I'm afraid he's right," the manager said after a moment's thought. "Geezuss, what am I going to do with these guys?" Coach said under his breath, half to himself and half to Braden, as he stepped back from the counter. "Wait. Just a minute," the manager said. They turned back to the window. "Do they all have IDs?" the manager asked. "Drivers license," Braden said. ` "I can't turn you out in this weather. If you'll take full responsibility for your boys, I'll take the chance," the man said. "Thank you very much," Coach said with great relief in his voice. "Just so you understand, it is a gay establishment," the manager warned. "Yes, he explained it's a gay men's social club," Coach said. "It's uh...it's very social," the manager said, glancing at Braden. "Maybe you need to come with me, let me show you around first." He buzzed the door and coach went inside. Braden started to follow him but the manager hesitated. "You might want to leave him here," he said. "If I'm going to be staying here...," Braden began. "Its okay if he comes along," Coach said. The lounge had two long couches, arranged L-shaped along two walls, and coffee tables and a wide-screen TV. Past the lounge and vending machines, the hallway was very dark. They could make out that several men they passed wore nothing but towels. Some of the doors to the rooms were open but it was too dark to see in except for a couple of them, you could see figures lying on the bunks. "The rooms downstairs don't have televisions," the manager said. "There's a workout room straight ahead, your boys could use that, preferably with supervision." "The guys will love that," Braden said. "And the showers are right there beyond the glass wall. There's a Jacuzzi, too. But again, I suggest supervision. You might do well to keep them out of the steam room and the sauna." "I understand," Coach said. The man turned and looked at Braden then at the coach. "You said it was okay for him to come along, I presume I can speak freely." "Sure. I don't think you're going to say anything that will shock him," Coach said. "It's very important that you understand what we are all about. Right now, we're having a blackout party which is all the more reason that I stress that you'll have to keep a tight rein on your boys. I know they're of legal age, they can have free run of the place as far as we're concerned, but I doubt you would want them to roam into the wrong place and be exposed to some of the activities." "I'll keep a tight rein on all of them, "Coach said. "We're only looking for a place to sleep and keep from freezing. Anyway, it's almost too dark in here for them to see anything." The manager led the way up the stairs which were lighted by tiny track lights. The hallways were dark but there were faint glows of light coming from several of the rooms. Coach was shocked to see naked men lying on the beds, some alone, some in pairs, groping themselves or jacking off while they watched TV. He glanced at Braden. The boy simply shrugged and smiled. "I'm wondering how I'm gong to get Cody and Scott up here without them seeing that," Coach said to Braden under his breath. "Easy, coach, we'll blindfold them," Braden said, laughing. "These are our video rooms upstairs," the manager went on. "There is a cable channel but I can't block out the other two channels that are showing x-rated videos. So the televisions will be your responsibility." "Even if they get a peek, I don't think a little exposure is going to damage them for life," Braden said. "Heck, Coach, its not like we haven't all seen x-rated videos." "Just the same, I'll take the upstairs room with Scott where I'll have control of the TV. One of you older boys will be responsible for Cody." They went back downstairs to the vestibule. "Thanks for the tour," Coach said. "Let me go check and see what the guys think." "I'm trusting that your boys are all eighteen, Coach. I won't ask for ID. You're not all five going to fit in the two rooms I have left. Four of you can double up in the two rooms, one of you can use the couch in the lounge." Coach looked at Braden. "I really need to be with Cody or Scott," he said. "You or Sean will have to take one of them under you wing." "I'll take the couch," Braden said. "Problem solved," Coach said. "Now, is there anyplace close by to eat?" "We have vending machines and there's a pizza place down around the corner," Derek said. Coach and Braden went back to the car where the boys were shivering from the cold. "I don't think he believed we're all over eighteen," Braden said. "I don't think so either." Back at the car Coach explained the situation. "Okay, they've got two rooms, so four of us will have to double up. They're designed as singles so it'll be a tight fit. Braden is going to take the couch in the lounge. There are showers and a workout room, and vending machines; I think we can survive." "I could stand under a shower till the hot water runs out," Cody said, his teeth chattering. "There is one catch. It's a gay men's club, in case anyone has a problem with that." He waited for a reaction. The boys looked at one another as if they were each waiting for the other to say something. "I don't care if I have to double up with one of them, it'd be better than freezing to death out here," Scott said. "Yeah, it's not gonna bother me," Sean put in. "Hell, it might even be fun," he drawled. "Don't even go there," Coach said gruffly. "Cody?" asked. "I just want a place to get warm," the boy moaned. "Okay, I' m going back in and reserve the rooms then we'll go back to that pizza place for something to eat," Coach Colby said. He went back inside and put the money down for the rooms. Then they walked to the pizza place. They were waiting for their pizza and not surprisingly, the boys were talking about the match. "If Braden and Cody hadn't won, we could've been on our way home by now," Sean complained good naturedly. "We might have gotten out of town but we would've probably ended up in a ditch somewhere," said Braden. "Hell I'm just glad we found a place to sleep." "Yeah, we can tell how glad you are over the idea of spending the night in a gay men's club," Scott chided him. "Yeah, how come Braden gets to have all the fun, sleeping on the couch?" Sean complained, laughing. Coach stood out of the booth. "I'm going to make one call home and let them know we're spending the night, but we don't know where yet. If anybody asks when we get back home, we stayed at the Motel Six. Got that?" He leveled a sharp gaze at all of them. "We do not ever tell anyone where we stayed. No one. Not ever." They all nodded in agreement. "Hell do you think I'm going to advertise that I spent the night in a gay men's club? Especially with these guys," Sean said. "I don't have a tooth brush," Cody drawled. They looked at him like he was stupid, then broke out laughing. "Geezusss, Cody, we're close to freezing our asses off and you're worrying about a toothbrush?" "They've got all that stuff in the vending machines," Braden said. "I'll give you money to get what you need," Coach said. He paused for a moment. "Look, guys...I don't know how to say this, but...well, you guys have to realize as young athletes ...you're going to be prime targets in that place. You can't go ballistic if somebody makes a pass at you or says something out of line, which will probably happen. We are guests there; they didn't really want to take us in because you're all high school students. If someone makes a pass, just tell them politely that you're not interested." "What if we are?" Braden joked. Back at the club they all registered separately. "Do I charge for two rooms and three lockers?" the clerk asked the manager. "No, just the two rooms." "Do you have anything you want to put in a lock box?" the man asked. "It's safer," he added. They offered their wallets and all but a few bucks of their money for the man to lock up. He gave the room keys to Coach and handed out towels and blankets, then buzzed them inside to the lounge. "Dam, look at that television," Scott said. "You can watch TV if you stick together," Coach said quietly. "I just want to find the shower and get warm," Cody said. Just then two guys came out of the locker area wearing only towels. They made a show of pausing to eye the boys with obvious interest. Coach quickly gathered them around him at the vending machines where they bought toothbrushes and one tube of toothpaste, one razor and shaving cream and a stick of deodorant. "Listen up, guys while I show you around the place." He took them to the workout room first. The boys were impressed. "Hey, this is nicer than back at school," one of them said. "Yeah, they've got more equipment." "You can work out if you want to, but only in pairs. Scott...Cody...if you want to work out, you'll have to have Braden or Sean with you, just like you're going to be sharing a room," Coach said. "I guess I'm talking to you, Sean; you're going to responsible for Scott or Cody." "I'll take Cody," Sean said. "Nothing against you, Scott, I just think Cody will make a better bunk-mate," he added, laughing. Nobody was surprised; Sean was always looking out for Cody, like a little brother, even though they were nearly the same age. "Okay, Scott will be with me, and Braden is on his own. The showers are right over there behind the glass, and you can use the Jacuzzi. But only in pairs. Nobody goes anywhere alone, not even to the rest room. Except you, Braden, I have to trust you to be you're on your own. The rest of us stick together. The steam room and the sauna are off limits to all of you. That includes you, Braden...stay out of the steam room and the sauna." "Somebody needs to pay the light bill around here," Cody said. "The guy said they've got the lights turned out for some kind of black-out party," Braden said. "Which makes it all the more important that you don't venture anywhere by yourself. You never know what you might stumble into," Coach said. He unlocked room 128 for Sean and Cody and gave Sean the key. "Looks like you're sleeping on the floor, Cody," Sean drawled when he saw the small bunk. "I warned you, it'd be a tight fit," Coach said. "Just remember how cold it is out there and make the best of it." "Just kidding, coach. We'll fit," Sean said. "Even if Cody has to sleep on the bottom," he added, laughing. "Keep your door shut," coach said firmly. "Yes, sir," Sean said. "Scott and I will be upstairs in room 230," Coach said. "Remember the room number in case you need me. And keep your doors shut. Maybe you haven't noticed, but you guys have been eyed like prize bulls since we walked in this place." Braden headed back to the lounge. "See you guys in the morning," he said over his shoulder. When Sean and Cody were settled into their room, Coach took Scott up the back stairs to try to avoid walking up and down the hallways where the doors were open and TVs showing the gay videos. He was keenly aware of the looks they got and he was glad to get the boy inside the room. There was barely room for them to turn around but it was a safe haven. "There's more room on the bed than there is on the floor," Scott said. "Thank heaven for that." Chapter Two In room #128 Sean shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the hook and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Are we gonna take off all our clothes?" Cody asked. "I don't usually sleep in my clothes," Sean said. "Why, you got a problem with that? It's not like we've never seen each other naked before." "Yeah, I know. It just seems different, cooped up in this little room together." "It is different. We're in a four-by-four box and we're by ourselves, but its better than being cooped up in the car and freezing," Sean said. "You're taking the side against the wall." "Afraid I'll fall out and bump my head?" Cody asked. "No, I don't want anybody crawling in bed with us and you would probably let them." "Coach said to lock the door," Cody reminded him. "No, he said to shut the door." "I think he said to lock it. Can you lock it?" Cody asked. "I gotta have it open a crack. I can't stand small closed places," Sean said. "What if the coach comes by?" "I'll tell him I gotta have it open a crack because I can't stand small, closed places." Part of him wondered why he had to get stuck with Cody. Not that he minded, really; Cody needed somebody to look out for him sometimes, and this was one of those times. But he wished it could've been him and Braden sharing a room. He wondered what Braden was doing. Fuck, probably wandering around the place, showing off his muscles and getting a bunch of guys all hot and bothered with his big cock. Maybe he could sneak out after Cody went to sleep and meet up with Braden and they could check the place out. Maybe he would be daring and leave the door open a little and see what happened. Cody was stalling, purposely fumbling with his shoelaces, to let Sean take the lead. He wanted to see if Sean stripped down to the buff or left his shorts on. He slept naked at home and he wanted to here, especially with Sean, but he couldn't unless Sean took everything off first. Sean took the lead as he did in everything. He unabashedly took off his clothes just like they were in the locker room. It was no different, except it was pretty close quarters and he and Cody were bumping into each other a lot. He didn't give it a thought when he was down to his shorts; he simply shoved them down, stepped out of them ad kicked them up to snatch them out of the air. Cody was almost breathless as he watched the big athlete get completely naked. He was such a stud. A stallion, really, with is big, oversized cock. It swung and jostled gently with every move and he didn't seem to think anything about it when it smacked against Cody a couple of times. Cody wondered for the thousandth time how oversized he was when he was hard. "You need some help?" Sean asked dryly as he waited on Cody to get his clothes off. "No, why are you waiting on me?" "Cause I don't want you climbing over the top of me to get to your side of the bunk," Sean said. "It's not like I'm gonna crush you," Cody said. "You get on top of me, I'm afraid you won't want to get off," Sean growled, laughing, as he opened the door a few inches. "That's more than a crack," Cody said, nodding toward the half open door. Sean glanced to the side as he was aware of someone standing in the hall against the opposite wall, watching through the very wide crack in the door. He looked and made eye contact with the guy and their eyes never wavered. The guy was good-looking, young, maybe in his mid-twenties and built a lot like Sean himself. He wondered if the guy would be bold enough to venture into the room if he opened the door a tiny bit more. Cody was still shivering from being cold. "Hey, let's get you in the shower and get you warmed up," Sean said, handing him a towel. He put his own towel around his waist. "Man, that sounds great, if you think its safe," Cody said. "Anybody tries anything, they'll have to come through me," Sean said. Sean caught the guy's eye again as he and Cody left their room. It wasn't an okay kind of look but definitely a hopeful one that passed between them. Cody followed Sean down the hallway and into the wet area behind the glass where the showers, Jacuzzi and the steam room and sauna were located. In the showers, Sean reached over and turned on the last one for Cody then took the one next to him. "Awww, mann, this feels good," Cody said in a shaky voice. "I'm so cold my bones are cold." Sean saw that they had attracted some attention. There were suddenly a half dozen guys milling around the wet area, obviously trying to get a look at them in the showers. One of the more bold ones took the shower next to Sean, and three more guys followed his lead to fill up the shower room. "Are you guys the wrestlers?" the man asked. "Yeah," Sean replied politely. Despite his curiosity, he was tense inside, on his guard. He didn't know what to expect from any of these guys but he half expected the guy under the next shower to reach out for him. "Did you win?" the guy asked. "He won his weight class," Sean said proudly, nodding to Cody. "How about you?" "No, I got my ass pinned in the final match," Sean said. The man looked boldly up and down his naked, muscular body. "It's hard to imagine anyone could take you down," he said. "It happens," Sean said. "What is your weight class?" another of the guys asked. "He's one-thirty to one-forty. I'm one-ninety-one to two-hundred," he replied. He could see a couple of the guys were watching Cody pretty intently. Really watching him. Fuck, like a bunch of vultures drooling over fresh-killed meat. He decided he should get him back to the room. "You about warmed up, buddy?" he asked. "Yeah." Sean turned off Cody's shower then his own and they stepped out of the shower area where their towels were hanging. Again, he stood between Cody and the men as they dried off, as if he were guarding him. Cody seemed to be completely oblivious to the attention they were attracting. Sean wasn't. It was pretty hard to be oblivious when he saw the way these guys were looking at them. One man's mouth dropped and he looked like he couldn't breathe when Cody cocked one foot up on the bench and bent over to dry his legs. Yeah, nice view, Sean thought; Cody had a great, tight little butt. They wrapped their towels around their waists and headed back to their room. As they came to their room, Sean saw that the guy was back, or hadn't left his post outside their room. They glanced at each other again as Sean unlocked their door. As he let Cody go in ahead of him he glanced back at the guy again. He left the door ajar; the guy was definitely up to something and Sean wanted to find out what it was. Cody took off his towel and crawled up on the bed and stretched out against the wall. "You gotta give me more room than that," Sean said. "I'm already hugging the wall," Cody said. "Hug it a little tighter, that's better than hugging me." Cody didn't know if Sean was only kidding or if he was just being Sean. He growled a lot when he talked, but nobody took it seriously, unless he was mad, of course, then everybody stayed out of his way. It was the only smart thing to do; nobody in his right mind would want to tangle with all of those muscles. Sean unfolded one of the blankets and laid it over Cody's naked body. "Thanks," he said, still shivering. Sean got in bed and stretched out but there wasn't enough room for his wide back and broad shoulders, lying on his back. Cody quickly turned onto his side, facing him to give him more room. Sean pulled his own blanket up and settled in with his eyes fixed on the crack of the door and the guy still leaning against the opposite wall. "You're not gonna kill me if I accidentally get up against you, are you?" Cody asked. "I don't know what I might do and I don't want you tossing me out in the hallway in my sleep." Sean laughed. "I wouldn't toss that tight little ass of yours out in the hallway; it'd be like tossing a lamb to the wolves. You wouldn't last five minutes out there. Besides, I want your tight little ass in here, all to myself," he added, laughing. Cody was struggling to keep his back against the wall and not touch Sean. "Just turn over and face the wall and it'll be okay if we touch. It'll be through the blankets anyway. I just don't want you wrapped around me," Sean told him. Cody tuned over on his side facing the wall and pulled the blanket up around his neck. Sean was feeling the hype of his hormones, causing a gentle tingling down between his legs. He'd never imagined being in a situation like this and he couldn't deny that he was curious. Something made him not want to let the opportunity slip past him. The guy in the hallway was being patient, or maybe he was scared. Sean appreciated his patience but he didn't want him to be scared off. Sean reached over and tucked Cody's blanket in around his face and felt the boy still shaking. "Dam, you're still cold?" "I've never been so cold in my life," Cody said. "I can't stop shaking." Sean ran his hand under his blanket and felt his shoulder. The boy felt cold to the touch and Sean felt sorry for him. Suddenly he jerked their blankets off and flung Cody's blanket out over the both of them. "What're you doing?" Cody asked with a frown. "Getting you warm," Sean said. "If we double up the blankets we'll create some body heat." He spread the other blanket over the first and pulled it up over both of them. Then without hesitation he rolled over on his side and spooned his naked body snugly against Cody's. "You tell anybody about this, I'll break both your legs," he warned. "Fuck, you are freezing." They lay snuggled together and after awhile Cody began to settle into a warm calm. "I wish they would turn off that goddam music, or turn it down," Sean grumbled. "I don't think it's going to bother me much," Cody said. "I'm starting to get warm and that's gonna make me sleepy." Sean pressed the entire length of his body against him to give him more warmth. It should have felt weird; it was the first and only time he'd ever touched his naked body to another guy like this. But he had always felt like a big brother to Cody, and it was what a brother would do. He felt more than that at the moment with his naked body curved against Cody's, his cock pressed against the younger boy's butt, but he quickly put it out of his mind. "Thanks, Sean, for taking care of me," Cody said hoarsely in a quiet little voice. "It's no big deal; you're like a little brother to me," Sean said. "I wish I had you for a big brother," Cody said. "You do," Sean told him. "You're such a stud, just the kind of big brother anybody would want," Cody said. "I know." "What would you think if I told you this was giving me a hardon," Cody said. "You just better hope I don't get a hardon," Sean joked, pressing his manhood against Cody's backside. They were quiet, and he felt Cody calm down, his breathing become steadier. Sean looked over his shoulder to see if the guy was still keeping his vigil in the hallway. He was. Sean wondered if Cody was asleep. After a while longer he was pretty sure he was, and he was warm, so Sean carefully and gently moved away from him. Part of him didn't care if he was asleep or not. He had to find out what that guy in the hall and this place was all about, Cody be damned. Whatever happened, he knew he could make him keep quiet about it; all it would take was a simple threat. He reached out carefully with his foot and cracked the door another couple of inches. They guy waited a moment then stepped up to the door and pushed it open a little more, very cautiously. When Sean didn't try to close it, he opened it further and came inside the room. Sean put his finger to his lips and the guy nodded. The man put his hand on Sean's leg, rubbing it up and down his thigh, working his hand under the blankets. Sean slung his leg over the edge of the mattress, out from under the blanket, to give him room and an invitation. Excitement surged through him as the man found and hefted his balls and squeezed them gently. Sean's already fluffed up cock was loosing its fluffiness and growing into a big hardon. The man found it before it was completely hard and moaned softly as he squeezed the rubbery flesh. With his other hand he lifted the blanket and laid it aside, exposing him in all his manly glory. "Wow!" he whispered. Sean frowned and put his finger to his lips again. Maybe it wasn't a good idea after all, letting the guy come in the room. One of them was bound to make noise and wake Cody up. He raised up and swung his legs over the edge of the mattress and stood down from the bunk. He reached for his towel and motioned that they should step out of the room. He checked his arm for the rubber band with the room key then quietly closed the door behind them. "I don't want to wake him up," he whispered. "My room's right here," the man said, nodding to an open door almost directly opposite Sean's room. Sean nodded and followed the man inside. The guy closed the door most of the way then immediately began groping the front of Sean's towel. "That feels incredible," he said. "It looked pretty incredible in the showers, too." "Are we going to leave the door open?" Sean asked. "It could prove interesting," the man said. "Don't worry, we can close it if your buddy wakes up and shows himself." Sean undid his towel and took it off. "My Godd!" the man gasped. "Do they grow all their wrestlers like this where you come from?" "We never had anybody throw rocks at us," Sean said. The man urged Sean to lie back across the bunk, his legs slung over the edge of the mattress. His stomach was aflutter and his stiffening cock tingled with anticipation. "My name's Rick, by the way," the man said. "Sean," he said, putting out his hand. Rick was moving his hands up and down Sean's thighs, squeezing the hard muscles, then up to his stomach, digging his thumbs into his hard abs. "Geezuss, you're like a rock," he said. "Most wrestlers are pretty solid," Sean said. Rick reached on up and squeezed his pecs and flicked his nipples "Uhhnn," Sean gasped. The guy was going to do it. Just as sure as he was standing there in front of him, feeling him up, Rick was going to go down on him. He was going to get his cock sucked! The imagination fueled his anticipation and his anticipation stoked the flames of his raging imagination. One feeding off the other, he was soon so hot and excited that he couldn't lie still. He reached out and touched the man's arm, to urge him to get on with it. The arm was solid muscle, so big he couldn't get his hand even a third of the way around the bicep. And that sent another strange thrill down Sean's spine, that such a muscular stud would be doing this to him. The man's very masculine, macho appearance made it somehow more all right. Someone strolled past the door, pausing to peer inside, but he didn't come in. Sean was a little disappointed. Rick bent over and Sean could feel his hot breath. His anticipation soared, screaming through his brain. "Do it!" he screamed silently. "Just do it! Get your mouth on it and suck it!" But he didn't. He by-passed Sean's cock and began kissing his thigh, moving his lips downward, over his knees, to the bulge of his calf muscle. Then he kissed back up the inside of his other leg till his face smashed against his balls. He kissed down the inside of the other leg and back up, this time lifting his balls to nuzzle under them. Godd, it felt good everywhere he moved his mouth. "Ohhhhh," Sean moaned softly. Godd, do it! His cock was so hard now. So engorged with blood it felt like it might burst. Another man came by the door, then another, and another One of them moved on but the others paused to watch. Sean wondered why none of them came inside. Rick by-passed his cock again, kissed around his hip and up across the deep muscled ridges of his abs; back and forth, leaving a wet outline around each brick of muscle. Then he trailed his tongue up to his chest and kissed his thick pecs, lingering with his mouth over his nipples. "Ohhh," Sean moaned again as the man sucked on his tits. They were quickly swollen hard and so sensitive to the man's flicking tongue. It made Sean wonder if that's what a girl felt when he sucked on her nipples. Rick made a wet trail back down Sean's stomach, around his hip and nuzzled under his balls again. "Awww!" Sean moaned as his balls were pulled into the wet heat of the man's mouth. "Ohh, Geezusss!" he gasped as Rick sucked and licked and bounced them around on his tongue. "Awww, suck it!" he whispered softly. "Get on it... suck my cock...!" Geezuss, was he ever going to do it! Just do it! Suddenly he felt the man's hot breath on his cock a second before he felt the wet heat of his mouth envelope the head. "Ohh...Awwwwhhh, Fuck!" he gasped aloud. The man's lips slid down, down, down the tall shaft of his cock, till the head was smashed against the back of his mouth. He moved his mouth up and down the shaft, lavering the head with his tongue. Sean could feel his ball-juice flowing and the man lapping it up. His tongue felt like fine, soft sandpaper on his cockhead. He sucked him gently, almost lovingly. Sean felt almost like he was being worshipped. The man at the door inched inside a little for a better view. Rick waved him in and Sean felt the guy's hand on his leg. Rick moved aside a little and a moment later, the newcomer had Sean's balls in his mouth. Rick had obviously been taught to share. When the second man came up for air, Rick got off his cock and offered it to him. "Holy Shit!" the man gasped when he saw Sean's huge, hard cock. "How big is this thing!" "Big enough to feed two," Rick said. Sean thought it would be great to have both of them work on his cock at the same time, and he got his wish. They two men lapped at his cock from both sides, taking turns sucking it deep into their mouths. Sean was squirming and writhing on the bed and thrusting his cock up into whichever eager mouth he could find. He wondered if one of them could go all the way down on it; if it was possible to take his cock in their throats. He put his hand gently on the back of the Rick's head but he recoiled and raised up. "I can't take it all the way, you're so big," he whispered. "I can," the other man said. He didn't sound like he was totally convinced himself, but he was determined to try and Sean wanted to give him a chance to prove himself. But Rick wasn't giving way. He stayed bent over, sucking his cock. "Let him try to take it," Sean said quietly. Rick raised up and stepped aside to let the other man bend over Sean's middle. "My Godd!" the man gasped as he wrapped his hand around the big tower of meat. "Maybe I spoke too soon." "Yeah, still think you can take him?" Rick asked. "If it kills me," the man said. "Fuck, is this real? I can't even get my hand around it." He bent over and went down on Sean's huge cock; down, down, down, till the head was smashed against the back of his throat as it had Rick's throat, but this guy pressed on. There was a tight constriction around the head and Sean held out little hope that his cock would fit into anything so tight. But the man pressed on, twisting his head around as if to attain the right angle and make it fit. Then he took him. He forced himself. He bore down hard and the head of Sean's cock popped through the opening and sank up into the tight glove of the man's throat. "Awwwwhhhhhhh! Awwwwwhhh, fuck!" Sean moaned. It was better than any pussy he'd ever shoved his cock into! He laid his hand on the back of the man's head to urge him down onto the final inch or so. The man choked but Sean didn't let up, and the guy forced his mouth down till his lips were in Sean's pubes. "Geezussss!" Sean gasped in disbelief. "I'll second that," Rick said. The guy's throat was so hot and tight and alive; the muscles were milking the full length of his cock. Sean held his breath till his lungs ached, till the man raised up and began swirling his tongue around the head again. He finally had to let his breath out. "OHhhh, Geezussss, how did you do that! God, it was incredible!" "You haven't seen incredible yet, has he?" the man said to Rick as he closed the door completely. "Not if you mean he's going to fuck us," Rick said. Sean raised his head; his mouth dropped and he blinked with surprise. "F-fuck...you?" "I can't pass up a challenge like this?" Rick said as he was uncapping a large tube of KY. He motioned for Sean to get off the bunk. Sean stepped down, his cock swaying like a battering ram. "Godd, I don't believe that thing," the other man said as he knelt down to suck him again while Rick was climbing on the bed. Sean didn't how, if Rick couldn't take him down his throat, how he was going to take his cock up his ass. Rick got on his knees on the bed to put the KY between his buns. Then he squeezed some lube onto Sean's throbbing cock after the other man reluctantly gave it up. Sean stepped up on the bed behind him. Rick bent over with his head and shoulders in the mattress, his butt offered to the hunky, young wrestler. Sean was shaky inside with the excitement of this new adventure, wondering how it would play out. He set the head of his cock squarely against the slick hole and nudged forward. There was some give but it didn't go in. He pushed again. The other man, standing beside the bed, cupped his hand around Sean's taut butt. "You're going to have to give it some power from back here to penetrate him," he said. Sean tried a couple more times but all he felt was the stretch and give of the muscles surrounding Rick's asshole. The hole itself wouldn't open, but only pushed back at him. "Fuck if he's that tight, I'm gonna rip him in two," Sean said. "That's a risk he's willing to take, otherwise, he wouldn't be spread out in front of you like this," the man said. Sean wondered why Rick wasn't saying anything but he took his silence as total consent. He clasped his hands around Rick's hipbones and pulled his hips back as he shoved forward at the same time. There was a struggle with the tight hole trying do defend it's hidden treasure, but suddenly, it stretched open and the head of Sean's cock disappeared in Rick's ass. Rick choked on his gasp and gripped the sides of the mattress. "Give him a minute to get used to it," the other man said, still caressing Sean's butt. The guy had become the instructor, the coach, and Sean was willing to do what he told him, just like Coach Colby. "It's not a straight chute in, like the pussies you're no doubt used to," the man told him. "You're going to encounter obstacles that you have to maneuver around, till your cock bores itself a new pathway." When he felt the man's pressure on his butt, Sean shoved in a little deeper, oblivious, now, of Rick's gasping moans. He wasn't telling him to stop. He gaped down at the guy's once-tiny asshole distended unmercifully around the thick girth of his cock. When he pushed, the muscle stretched inward. "Oh, Goddd!" Rick gasped aloud Sean held still. "Do you want me stop? Or pull out?" he asked. "No," Rick replied emphatically. "I only want to go through this once." Sean took his time entering him. Several times his cock touched something in the way and he maneuvered around it, just like the other guy said. Deeper and deeper he went, gouging out everything in his way, and he wondered what possible pleasure Rick could get from being impaled on his huge cock, having it stretch his asshole so unmercifully. With great relief and satisfaction, he shoved the final inches though Rick's clenching hole. "Awwwhhhhhh!" Rick groaned. "You've got it all, man," Sean said. "Yes, I just wonder where the hell you put it," Rick gasped. Sean held still, satisfied for the moment with Rick's asshole squeezing and milking his cock. "How's that feel?" the other man asked Sean. "Have you ever fucked another guy?" "I never did anything with another guy before. You guys are my first. But it feels great. Better than any pussy. Ohhhh, shit, when he squeezes my cock...he's so hot and tight...hell, he's alive in there." "Spoken like a true straight-eight," the man said. "Can I, uh...fuck you now?" Sean asked Rick. "Yes. Please, slow and easy at first," Rick said. Sean was gentle as a lamb as he pumped his cock in slow-motion in and out of Rick's ass. "Ohhh...Awwwwhhh, that's good," he moaned. "Fuck, it feels like I'm sticking my cock in a bag of mush or warm honey." As Rick became accustomed to the big intruder, he began pushing his butt back onto Sean's cock. Their pace picked up, with soft noises of Rick's butt smacking against Sean's thighs. "Ohhh...OH, My Godd!...Oh, My Goddd!...fuck me... fuck, me, you big stud! Put those muscles to work!" "Gladly," Sean said and he clasped his hands around Rick's hipbones and set his own hips in motion. "Ohh, Yesss...OHhh, fuck, that feels so good," Rick moaned. Sean had good staying power but he was amazed that he was lasting so long; he'd never felt anything like this before. He wanted to do it in different positions, like with Marge Anderson; she liked to get it in every position known to man and she said Sean was the only guy who could last long enough to take her through all the positions. "Could we, uh...change positions?" he asked as he slowed his pace. "Like on your back?" "I've been waiting for you to need a break," Rick said as he hunkered forward off of Sean's cock. "They all want to fuck like a girl," the other man said. "No, it's not that...hell, nobody's gonna mistake you for a girl...I just wanta see your face when I fuck you." "Honey-stud, you can fuck me any way you want. I'll stand on my head out in the hallway if you want me to." He laid back and put his legs on Sean's shoulders and brought his butt up to position. Sean entered him again and hunkered up over him till Rick was bent in half under him. "Fuck, take it easy, it goes in deeper in this position," Rick told him. It was so good Sean's head was swimming. Every girl he'd ever fucked complained after about two minutes in this position; they said he was going too deep and they couldn't breath. Except for one, Marge Anderson, and she about fucked his brains out in any position he tried. Rick's ass was opening up nicely, too. He liked a tight fit but he also liked a little give and take, and Rick's ass was giving and taking like nothing he'd ever fucked before. He thrust in deep, straight down, then switched gears and went straight in. He buried his cock to the hilt and twisted his hips around in circles. That drove Rick crazy. "Ohhh...OHHHH...Awwhhhhh...Hhhhhh, yesss...do that... Awwwh, Godd, you're cock is so big and wonderful." He liked, it too, when Sean thrust straight down into his ass. "AAAWWwwhhhh, what're you trying to do, nail me to the bed?" he cried. Chapter Three Across the hall, Cody was waking up. He had to take a piss in the worst way. He raised up, startled to find that he was alone in the room. Where the hell was Sean! Maybe he'd gone to the restroom. He stood down from the bunk and cautiously opened the door a crack. He stuck his head out and peered up and down the hall. He didn't have a room key; Sean had it, which meant he couldn't go piss without leaving the room unlocked. Well, he didn't have anything of any value in the room, except for his clothes, and he doubted anybody would steal those. He wished Sean were there with him, though. He was half scared to leave the room. But he really had to piss and he was acting like a baby wanting his mommy instead of a champion wrestler. He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist and stepped out in the hallway. He pulled the door mostly shut so it would look like it was closed, and headed for the rest room. A man coming down the hallway followed him down the stairs and into the restroom. Cody fumbled with his towel as he stepped up to one of the urinals. It was awkward trying to hold it on so he let it fall from his waist and held it at his side. "Dam! Nice butt!" the man said as he stepped up to the urinal next to him. Cody looked straight ahead, his face flushed warm with embarrassment. Bad as he had to piss, he couldn't. His cock just hung out, dead and dry. He shut his eyes and tried to relax to get the flow started, keenly aware of the man's eyes on him. "Dam, nice everything," the man said, glancing boldly at Cody's cock. At long last the flow of piss started and Cody was able to relax more. Just then another man came into the rest room and whistled as he stepped up on the other side of Cody. "You're one of the wrestlers," the first man said. "Yeah." "How old are you?" he asked. "Seventeen," he lied. "Oh. Too bad." With that the guy stepped back and walked out. The other guy stayed, gazing down at Cody's cock. "I'm in room 224. Come on up." "For what?" Cody asked. "We'll figure something out," the man said. There was something irritating about the guy. "What about me being underage?" he asked, to scare him off. "You might look seventeen, but they wouldn't let you in here if you weren't eighteen," the man said. "Look, I know you're young and probably virgin to all this, and scared. You don't have to be afraid of me." "I'm not afraid of you," Cody said. The man looked him up and down. "You're not going to leave this place a virgin. It should be with someone who knows how to treat a young hunk like you. So come on up if you feel like it. Room 224. Promise, you won't regret it." With that, he walked off. Cody had never felt so conspicuous and uneasy being naked. He felt almost cold inside. He didn't look around at the guy or say anything when he left. Cody was relieved to see him go. When he was finally done pissing, Cody wrapped his towel around his waist. He wanted to scout around the place and see if he could find Sean but he was too scared. Instead, he hurried back to his room. He closed the door with great relief and felt safe again, but wondering in the back of his mind why the guy wanted him to come up this room. He had a pretty good idea...he knew about gays...but he didn't know exactly. Maybe he should go and find out. But if Sean came back and found him gone, or if the coach came by to check on them, there would be hell to pay. He should have gone on out to the lounge while he was downstairs to see if Braden was there. He could help him find Sean. Shit, he was acting like a baby again. Sean was probably in the Jacuzzi, or maybe he had gone down to the weight room to work out. Cody crawled in bed and pulled the blanket up around is neck. The more he lay in the soft darkness thinking about Sean, the greater his suspicions became. He was probably off with some guy having the time of his life, discovering first hand what Cody was wondering about. Braden was probably doing the same thing. It made him feel empty inside. If they wanted that, they didn't have to go find some strange guy in a gay men's club. He wished he had the courage to tell Sean that he could have anything he wanted right there in their room. Any of them could. He wasn't exactly sure how it might play out with his hunky teammates, but he knew he would do anything for them. Scott was probably the only one staying out of trouble and that was only because he was in a room with the coach. He wished he could go down to the weight room and work out, but Coach had stressed that he had to have somebody with him. Where the hell was Sean? Maybe he should do the same thing as Sean; check the place out, go down to the sauna or sneak upstairs and see what the blackout party was all about. But he didn't have the guts to venture out. The words of the guys in the rest room still rang in his ear. Nice butt! Nice everything. You're one of the wrestlers. Yeah. How old are you. Seventeen. Too bad. Come on up to room 224. Chapter Four All the while Sean was fucking Rick, the other man was standing in close to watch as he stroked his cock with one hand and felt Rick's and Sean's muscles with the other. He was especially attracted to Rick's butt. Suddenly he climbed up on the bed and stood astraddle Rick, facing Sean with his cock sticking out of his fist. "Wanta suck it?" he said. Sean did a double take and reared back like he'd been smacked in the face, which he very nearly was by the big cock. He shook his head but the man didn't take no for an answer. He put his hand on Sean's head to try to give him his cock but Sean jerked back. "You've got it wrong. I'm straight," Sean said. "Nobody's holding that against you," the man said. "Some of the best blow jobs I ever had were from straight guys." "Not this straight guy," Sean said firmly. "I know what you need," the man said as he leaned over to get something off the TV shelf. Sean didn't know what it was but he knew he wasn't going to suck the guy's cock, or any other cock. Still, he had to admit, there was a strange attraction to the big, thick hunk of meat sticking out at him, being offered so boldly. It was maybe the first time he had ever noticed another guy's cock up close and he had to admit, the guy had a nice one. He could see ball juice glistening in the wide slit. The guy held a small, uncapped bottle down to Sean's nose. He reared back away from it. He was about to get pissed; the guy was interrupting the best fuck of his life and he wasn't going to suck his cock, so he needed to just back off. But the bottle was under his nose for the couple of seconds it took for him to get a whiff of the aroma and a faint idea of its effects. When the man offered him the bottle again, his curiosity had surfaced and he didn't turn his head away. "Ah, yeah, you wanta try it, don't you?" the man said as he held the bottle snugly to one nostril while he closed the other nostril. Sean took in a breath then reared back from the bottle. "Whew! What is it?" he asked, shaking his head. "Poppers. Take another hit," the man said. "You need to take it in both sides." Okay. The first one was making him feeling good enough that he wanted the second dose, he had to know how the second dose would make him feel. He held the man's hand steady when he put the bottle to his nose and sucked in deep, and took still another deep breath when he moved it back to the other side of his nose. The stuff kicked in like a hurricane, picking up momentum by the second, till his head was spinning and he was feeling hot all through, right down to his balls. His cock throbbed painfully hard inside Rick's ass and it felt like he was going to come. But it was just a feeling. He kept right on fucking while the feeling was still there and it was incredible. The man stood in front of him again, his hands on his hips, his cock sticking out. "Now do you want to try it?" he asked. "I'm not going to try to force you, I don't want to tangle with those muscles, except in a good way." Sean looked up at him with a scowling grin. "Like you could," he said. "Yeah, like I could," the man said. Okay, the guy was being sort of an asshole but he was a damned good looking asshole with a damned impressive cock and for some damned reason Sean's mouth was starting to water so bad he had to swallow his spit. Must be the poppers making his mouth water. Rick's ass was feeling awfully good around his cock. It seemed to take on a life of its own, and his ass and Sean's cock were having their own little love affair. Sean's brain was frying and his thinking process shifted to his balls and all he could think about was sex and cock and ass and feeling good and cock......and cock...and...cock... Suddenly he was having a hard time holding his head on his shoulders, like he was in a stupor. Intentional or not, he closed his eyes and let his head loll back and forth, his mouth slack. He felt something warm and slick against his lips, and he knew somewhere in his brain that it was the heat of the man's cock; the slickness his precome, and he didn't have the will to turn away from it. He couldn't even purse his lips against it. "Aawwhhnnnnn," he moaned, his eyes fluttering as he felt his mouth go slack. The warm cock was self-lubricated from its own pre-come and it slid into Sean's mouth with the greatest of ease. He let his jaw go slack and the man shoved nearly all of his cock in his mouth... then all of it...right into his throat. "Aww, fuck, he's taking it. The straight stud is taking it right down his throat," the man groaned. Godd, it was like being struck by lightning from all sides. He was stupefied at what was happening...what he was doing. His cock was tingling and aching at the same time and the man's cock in his mouth tasted and felt so good and he was sucking cock for the first time. He knew what he was doing but he couldn't comprehend it. Hell, the man was fucking his throat and moaning and Rick was groaning under him and he was groaning himself as the guy pumped his cock in and out of his mouth. He gave himself up to ride the wave of intense pleasure that threatened to consume him. Suddenly it did consume him. Lust seared his brain and his cock swelled up like a steel rod and he wanted to come so bad it ached. He had a faint realization that Rick was coming and that triggered his own climax. In those final frenzied moments he went out of his mind. He raised up, thrusting his cock in and out of Rick's ass like a jackhammer. The other man clasped his hands around Sean's head and stumbled toward him to keep his cock in his mouth and Sean clasped his own hands around the guy's tight butt to hold him in place so he wouldn't loose his cock. The guy wasn't just face-fucking him; he, Sean was gobbling his cock like a hungry wolf. Suddenly he felt his come building up, fast and hard, till he was overtaken by powerful tremors. Finally, he lost it; his lust shot out of him like fire out of a hot cannon. He dug his fingers into the standing man's butt to hold on and keep from toppling over. It was a climax like he'd never had before in his life. Even after he had emptied his load deep in Rick's guts, his cock continued to throb painfully. His satisfaction attained, the poppers began to wear off and he was faced with the awful reality that he had a cock in his mouth! It jolted him to the core, so that he was unable to move for a moment. But as the man was pumping his cock furiously in and out of his mouth, he grasped the situation and sensed that the guy was about to come in his mouth. He shoved the man's hips away and reared back quickly, pulling his cock free of Rick's ass and managed to stumble down off the bed. The guy was groaning something awful as he shot his load all over the wall and the bed. Sean grabbed his towel and put it around his waist and quickly stumbled out of the room. Outside, he pulled the door shut and stood there to take in a couple of deep breaths. He shook his head to clear his brain. He glanced at the door of his own room then quickly rushed away to the rest room. He took some mouthwash from the big glass tank and rinsed his mouth out a half dozen times. He used some liquid hand soap in his mouth and rinsed again. He raised up from the sink, slowly and deliberately, afraid of what he might see. He had to force his eyes to focus on his image in the mirror. He prayed that what he saw wasn't real. He avoided his own eyes except for a split second, which scared the hell out of him. In that split second he had looked into his very soul. "You fuckin' sucked cock!" he whispered to himself. He couldn't go back to the room. Cody would surely suspect something. He had to get calmed down first. He headed for weight room, the best place he knew to work things out. There was nothing like a good workout to clear his brain. There were only two other guys in the workout room; a heavily-muscled guy, about forty, in a pair of blue workout shorts, and a younger guy, not much older than Sean, wearing a pair of bright yellow, stretch shorts. They were working out together. Sean tugged the knot of his towel tighter as he looked around the gym. He should go back and get his shorts, but he didn't want to take the chance of waking Cody. "Is it okay to work out like this?" he asked. "You'll have to take the towel off to cover the bench--gym rules," the older man said. "Then naked is okay," Sean said. "I don't think it's going to bother anyone," the man said. Sean undid the knot and draped the towel over the incline bench, all the while watching the man as he took up his position at the leg press. "That's a lot of weight," he remarked. The younger boy laughed. "He's just getting warmed up." Sean looked around the room. "When he gets warmed up, do they send out for more weights?" he asked. The man released the sled and went down in a diagonal squat, all the way down, till his butt was pressing against his thighs, then raised back up. He did several reps then locked the sled and the younger boy added more plates. Sean picked up two twenty-pound dumbbells and straddled the bench and lay back on it. He pumped out a dozen reps of presses then sat up and racked the weights. The man was in the middle of another set and Sean waited to watch him. Dam, he had big impressive thighs. He could almost hear them groan with power as they pushed the weight upward. He picked up the thirty-pounders for another set of dumbbell presses, oblivious to his own nakedness as he became caught up in the other men's workout. "Put on the fifties," he told the younger boy. "How much weight are you using?" Sean asked. "Eight-sixty," the boy replied. "Geezusss! Who don't you just go lift a house," Sean said. The man laughed. "Looks like you could be pressing a crankshaft with those arms," he said, returning the compliment. "Hey, I'll bet you're part of the wrestling team, aren't you?" the younger boy said. "Yeah." "How'd you do?" the older man asked. "Good, but not good enough. The smallest guy on the team was the only to win his class." They exchanged a few more bits of conversation between sets then the man walked away from the machine, going toward the door. "Hey, dad, are you finished here? I need to take off some weight." "Yeah, I'm done there. I'm going to do some cardio then call it quits," the man replied as he stepped through the door and bent over the water fountain. Sean nearly dropped the forty-pounders he was pressing. He swung upward and set his feet on either side of the bench and rested the dumbbells on his thighs. "Excuse me, did you just call him dad?" "Yeah." "Wow! Your dad brings you here to work out?" "Yeah," the boy said as he unloaded some of the weight off leg press. "O--kay," Sean said, repressing a smile. "Your coach brought you here," the boy said. "Touche. Sort of. We were desperate for a place to spend the night." "This is the best gym closest to where we live." "Somehow, I can't imagine my dad and I working out in a gay men's club," Sean said. "My dad's gay, I'm straight," the boy said. "Looking at him, he could keep that secret till hell freezes over," Sean said. "He didn't want to keep it a secret. He wanted to be who he is." "You're certainly mighty okay with it," Sean said. "No reason not to be," the boy said. "It's pretty hard to write your dad off just because of where he likes to put his cock." Sean guffawed, choking back his laughter. "Well, I guess that's one way of putting it." "He's always been there for me, came to all my games, worked out with me, took me to ball games, backed me in everything I did in my world. When I turned eighteen, he invited me and brought me into his world." "Do you mind me asking, where does your mother fit into all of this?" "My mother hasn't been in the picture since I was five. I barely remember her. My dad didn't realize he was gay when he got married. When he did come to grips with it, he didn't think it was fair to stay married to her and try to cover it up and live a lie so they divorced." "You know what I'm wanting to ask," Sean said. "You don't have to, it's written all over your face," he said with a pleasant smile. "The answer is yes. But it's a straight/gay relationship; a one-way street, so to speak." Now Sean was trying not to look shocked. "So, you... y-you do have sex...with your dad." "Sure. It makes him happy and it doesn't diminish me in any way. I still like girls." "W...what?" Sean asked, shaking his head. "No, I heard you. I'm must having a little trouble absorbing it." "He likes to suck my cock and likes for me to fuck him and he loves to explore my body with his tongue. But like I said, its all way one way, and we both get pleasure from it." "Whew!" Sean whistled softly, still shaking his head. "Okay, you don't have to say anymore. I'll just take a moment to let this all soak in," he said as he picked up another pair of dumbbells. "Sorry you're having a problem with it, but you're the one who asked the questions," the boy said. Sean finished pumping out the reps then sat up and set the dumbbells on his thighs. "No, I'm not having a problem with it; not you and your dad. I'm having a problem letting it soak in while I try to imagine me and my dad." "Would you write your dad off just because he was gay?" "No," Sean replied without hesitation. "And you've got my respect and admiration for the way you're handling it," he said. "Shit, you guys are both pretty awesome, the way you're handling it. Your dad is a stud." "More ways than one," the boy said. "Do you, uh...do you guys ever do anything besides work out when you come here?" "Sure. He's probably in the steam room right now making out with some young stud." "And that's okay, too." "This is his world. I say let him live his life." "What about you?" Sean asked. "If somebody happens along who turns me on, yeah, I'll go with him. Or sometimes, it's just me and my dad. Sometimes other guys with us. There's no set routine with us. What about you? I know you came in to get out of the weather, but have you had any memorable experiences while you're here?" "As a matter of fact, I have," Sean said. "Some pretty incredible memorable experiences. All first time experiences." "They're the best," the boy said. Sean's brain had suddenly cleared and was cranking up again with ideas that should have been foreign to him. But he was watching this young stud on the leg press, with legs like his dad's, and admiring his muscles and wondering if he might be one of those guys who just happened along. The boy finished his set and racked the sled and stood out of the machine. He glanced in the mirror to see Sean looking at him. "Do I see more questions on your face?" he asked. "I don't know, it's probably just bewilderment you're seeing." "No, I know bewilderment when I see it. That wasn't bewilderment on your face when you watching me." "No. No, it wasn't," Sean said. "I was just wondering...I mean, this thing between you and your dad is sort of...well, sexy...sort of a turn on...I mean, it's gotta be something damned special." "It is, very special. But what were you wondering about?" "If...I told you this is my first time, but talking to you has got me wondering if...what it'd be like, maybe...if I'm one of those right guys who just happened along...if your dad would mine if I..." "You want to have sex with me and my dad," the boy finished. "I guess you could say that," Sean said. "I had to, you weren't doing a very good job getting it out." "Yeah, I guess I was stammering around pretty bad," Sean said. "The answer is, sure, I know he would be glad to include you. I'll go get him as soon as we're finished here. Do you want him to take a shower out of the steam room?" "I don't care. I don't mind sweat," Sean said. "He'll like that," the boy said. "By the way, my name's Colt. My dad's name is Stedman." "Sean," he said, putting out his hand. "You're aptly named; like a young colt. You dad, though, should be named Studman." They went through their final sets and Sean picked up his towel. He was following Colt out of the gym when the boy turned around. "We're in 236," he said. "Listen, just so there's no misunderstanding...I'm straight, like you." "Okay. It doesn't matter." "And you're gonna be there, too...I mean, all three of us." "Unless you want him all to yourself," Colt said. "No, I want you there," Sean said. "I wanta see you two together. I mean, the more I think about it, this is hotter than hell." Chapter Five In the lounge there was one guy in a towel watching TV and another who was dozed off. Braden set his gym bag beside the couch and stretched out and covered up with the blanket. Sleep came pretty quick. He was tired and he was cold, a lethal combination for sleep. He slept soundly. When he came awake some time later he could barely move. He tried to stretch his legs and shoved his feet against somebody. "Sorry," he mumbled. "That's okay," the guy said. Braden started to raise up and winced with pain in his ribs and his back. He sucked it up and shoved himself painfully to a sitting position. "Dam, this is the most uncomfortable thing I ever slept on," he grumbled. "Shit, the springs are coming through." "Yeah, it does need to be replaced," the guy said. Braden guessed him to be in his early twenties, good looking, nicely built and nicely tanned. He looked like he spent a lot of time in the gym, but more as a fitness model. Certainly, he had incredible abs. "Are you one of the wrestlers?" the man asked. "Yeah," Braden said, rubbing his back. "We heard there was a wrestling team in the house." "What'd they do, announce it on the intercom while I was asleep?" Braden asked. "No, but word like that spreads," the man said. "I could tell you're one of them." "Oh? How?" "The way you're built. That athletic jacket does nothing to hide your build. And your thick neck. You've got a wrestler's neck, or the neck of a football player." Braden half smiled and winced again. "The Jacuzzi is good for that," the man said. "I don't have anyplace to put my clothes," Braden said. I don't have a room." "Didn't they give you a locker?" "No, everything's filled up." "You're welcome to use my room," the man said. "I don't think I'd better do that," Braden said, giving the guy a suspicious side-glance. "No, I meant you could use my room; have it to yourself. I can find something to keep me busy, wander around the place." "I'm not going to take your room away from you," Braden said. "Then you can use it for a place to put your gym bag and hang your clothes," the man said. "That's still an imposition," Braden said. "Okay, then you can share it. I know what you're no doubt thinking and it will be strictly hands off if that's the way you want it," the man assured him. He smiled at Braden's dumb look. "I'm gay, but I'm not stupid. Nobody in his right mind would try anything with you, unless you wanted them to." "Thanks, but if the coach comes looking for me, I would be in big trouble if I was in somebody's room," Braden said. "If you want, I'll leave word at the desk that you're in my room, by yourself, so he'll know where to come looking for you. He couldn't argue with that, could he, if you were in the room by yourself, and you weren't hiding from him?" "Well...I guess...no, he couldn't argue with that." "I'm Rob, by the way," the man said, putting out his hand. "Good to meet you," Braden said as they shook hands. "I could tell you restrained your grip," Rob said with a smile. "I've got a pretty powerful grip," Braden conceded. Rob went to the desk then came back to take Braden to his room. He let him in and closed the door behind them. There was barely room for the two of them to move around. "It's crowded, but they're only intended as one-man rooms," Rob said. "Thanks for letting me use your room. That bed looks damned inviting after that dilapidated couch." "You can hang your clothes on that hook. We can put your bag down here beside the bunk," Rob said. Braden was hesitant about taking off his clothes. He wondered if Rob was going to leave. He didn't want to ask him to; it was his room, for chrissakes. After an uneasy moment, he began taking off his clothes. What the hell, he was used to taking off his clothes and being naked in front of other guys, why should this be any different? Except that Rob was gay. He was keenly aware of the man watching him. It wasn't like the admiring looks he got from guys in the locker room. There was a brief hesitation as Braden stood in his shorts. "I, uh....thought...I was going to have the room to myself," Braden said. "Yes...yes, or course, I was just getting you settled in," Rob said. "Are you coming down to the Jacuzzi to work the soreness out of those muscles?" he asked, opening the door. "Yeah. I think I will," Braden said. "I'll wait outside." "No you...you don't have to do that," Braden said with an embarrassed chuckle. "It's not like no one's ever seen me naked before." With that he shoved his shorts down and stepped out of them and laid them on his bag. The way the man's eyes were raking over him, Braden half expected him to try something but when he picked up his towel Rob opened the door for him. They walked together to the wet area, past the showers and the sauna, to the Jacuzzi. It was empty. Rob took off his towel and stepped down into the swirling water. Braden followed suit, under Rob's watchful eye. "Dam, it's hot," he said. "Ease into it," Rob said. "You'll think you're going to boil your balls till you get used to it, but then it's going to feel great. And you could arrange for a massage if you want to." Braden smiled to himself as he eased down into the water; he could just see Coach Colby's face if he found out he'd gotten a massage in a gay men's club. He sank into the hot water, inch by inch, till he was sitting on a ledge opposite Rob, with the water up to his shoulders. "Aahhh, that feels good." He stretched his legs out in front of him and sank lower in the water till it was up around his neck. Half-lying down, his cock floated near the surface, lolling around with the water's violent current. He didn't much care that Rob was watching him. Not much he could do about it anyway unless he held his cock down with his hand and that would look stupid. Secretly, he wanted to go back to the guy's room, the both of them, and see what might happen. "Would I offend you if I said you have a beautiful cock?" Rob said. Braden laughed. "No, why would I be offended by such a compliment?" "Because I'm gay and you're straight and most straight guys would be offended to the point of being violently defensive." "I'm straight, not homophobic," Braden said. "Nobody's ever said that to me before, but I'm not offended." "You are also very confident and comfortable in your skin," Rob observed. "I have to wonder what it must feel like to live in a body like yours." "Pretty much the same as living in your body, I would guess," Braden said. "Guys like you always say that, like you don't have a clue about your physical beauty." "Now I'm going to get defensive; nobody calls me beautiful," Braden joked. Rob's foot touched the inside of Braden's calf. Braden started but he didn't move his leg. Encouraged, Rob moved his foot on up past his knee to the inside of his thigh. "Does that offend you?" he asked with a soft smile. "If it did, I would do something about it," Braden said. He liked the feel of the guy's foot on his leg, moving higher and higher. Rob hunkered down deeper in the water till he was pressing his foot gently into Braden's crotch. Braden liked it. He spread his legs wider. Shit, he hoped to hell Coach Colby didn't come down to the wet area. "You're going to make me get a hardon," Braden said. "I was counting on that," Rob said. "I'm sitting here wondering what would happen if my coach walks in here," Braden said. "He left you on your own, you have to assume he thinks you can take care of yourself," Rob said. Braden laughed. "I'm not so sure he would think that if he walked in and saw me sitting here with some guy's foot in my crotch." "Well, the offer is still open to share the privacy of my room, where your coach wouldn't see you," Rob said. "But there's no longer any guarantee of hands-off?" Braden asked. "If that's the way you want it," the man assured him. "I could be very happy just looking at you." "I don't know...I'm not so sure I would want it hands-off," Braden said. "Its entirely your call. Have you ever done anything with another guy?" Rob asked. "No." "I would be honored and very pleased to initiate you." "Well, I am dreading going back to that couch," Braden said. "There's no need to. You'll have all the comforts of home in my room. Plus some." Braden thought for a moment while Rob kept massaging his balls with his foot. It was feeling good, the intimacy as much as the raw physical contact, and his cock was fluffing up, expanding by the minute. He was weighing the risk of being found out. "All right," he said as he shoved himself up out of the water. His cock was fluffed up, long and thick, swinging around like a hunk of sausage. He proudly displayed it to Rob and anyone else who came by. They dried off and headed back to Rob's room. Inside, Rob crawled to the far side of the bunk, closest to the wall. "This is weird, I haven't slept with another guy since I was a little kid," Braden said as he hung up his towel. "After the Jacuzzi, you'll be so sound asleep in a few minutes you won't know from weird," Rob said. As they got under the blankets Braden tried to be careful not to touch Rob but there just wasn't enough room for two men their size. It soon became awkward, trying to avoid touching. "What say we deep-six the inhibitions and not worry about it," Rob said. With that Braden felt more at ease if their arms or their legs or their feet happened to touch. "It's a lot warmer in here," he said. "That ought to make you sleep good," Rob said. Braden closed his eyes but his brain was still in overdrive. Not that he was having any particular thoughts that he could grab hold of; there were things... thoughts that he couldn't make out, like they were in a fog. Thoughts like, this wasn't something he ought to be doing...sleeping with a strange guy in a gay men's club. But Rob was a nice guy, and he had promised he wouldn't try anything. Braden wondered if he would try something if he went to sleep. Within minutes he was so drowsy he didn't give a dam one way or another. "Fuck, I've never felt this sleepy before," he said. "Go to sleep," Rob said. "I promise I won't touch you. I'll just lie here and watch you sleep, difficult as that might be." "If Coach Colby..." "Your coach isn't going to come pounding on the door; he doesn't know which room you might be in, and the management sure as hell isn't going to conduct a room-by-room search." "But you left word at the desk where I would be," Braden reminded him. Rob smiled. "Would you hit me if I said I lied?" "You didn't leave word at the desk." "No." "Good. I don't want the coach finding me here." He slept like a baby; he didn't know for how long, but he knew he'd slept good by the totally relaxed feeling when he woke up. He was shocked that he was lying tightly against Rob's warm body. He was even comfortably relaxed, lying spooned against the man's muscular frame. There was a blanket between them but he was still wrapped around another guy. He tensed, then, as he gradually came fully awake. Fuck, he had a hardon! He was rock throbbing hard and he was lying smack up against Rob's backside. Not only that, his cock was laying against Rob's butt! He started to move away and the blanket pulled away, exposing their bodies skin-to-skin. The warmth of Rob's bare body was a good feeling that kept him there. Rob was asleep, what would it hurt to lie there and let his cock throb against his butt. It felt good and he was sure Rob wouldn't mind. Yeah, another man's body felt good against him. Even if Rob woke up, what was so unusual about a guy with a morning hardon, and Braden didn't figure the guy would mind having a big hard cock smashed against his butt. Hell, he was gay. He was lying there in a hazed contentment when he flinched with surprise. He waited...there it was again...Rob's butt muscles clenching, flexing against his cock. Maybe it was a sleep reflex. He held perfectly still except for his cock throbbing, which he couldn't do anything about. Again, Rob's butt muscles tightened against his cock, one side then the other, then back and forth again. That was no sleep reaction. Maybe he was having a dream; a gay dream. Braden squirmed in his position, causing his cock to slide against Rob's backside and the immediate reaction was Rob's butt flexing against his cock again. The thoughts in his head were clearing up, making more sense now...scaring him. But his curiosity was stronger than his fear. He tightened his abs against Rob's back and squirmed ever-so-slightly to cause his cock to move along the crack of Rob's ass. He was remembering another time; he had lied to Rob. He had done this one time with a friend when they were kids and used to stay overnight at each other's houses. His friend liked to move his cock back and forth between Braden's thighs from the back and he liked to rub his cock in the crack of his buddy's ass. Nothing ever came of it; they were even too young to come. This was different. He wasn't a kid anymore. They seemed to be squirming at the same time and as Braden drew back to adjust his position, his cock poked squarely at Rob's ass. Rob didn't flinch and he didn't move away. Then Braden made the most amazing discovery of all when he moved again; nudging the head of his cock gently against the guy's split buns he felt the warm slickness there. He tested it again. Motherfuck, he was lubed up! That could only mean one thing! He wants me to fuck him! Braden's head went into a spin, like he was about to black out. It was incomprehensible. He couldn't be doing this...he shouldn't even be in this guy's room, let along poking his cock between the guy's buns. But a change had come over him in that short time that begun in the Jacuzzi with the guy's foot in his crotch; a transformation of sorts. The old Braden would have bolted and run, scared out of his little-boy wits. But the old Braden had vanished sometime during his sleep and a new, braver, bolder, more curious Braden had emerged. Boldly, he tightened his butt muscles to push his cockhead between Rob's buns. Rob pushed back! Oh, God...he wants me to fuck him!! He pushed again and his cock slipped off target. He jumped at the feel of Rob's hand around it. "Oh, Geezusss!" Rob swore softly he guided him to his asshole. Braden was afraid he might be scared of his size but he was guiding it between his buns. Braden followed his lead willingly, till the head of his cock was lodged firmly against Rob's asshole. Then, as if on cue, they both applied pressure and the inevitable happened. His steel-hard cock wasn't going to give any ground, and Rob's asshole was totally vulnerable, completely at the mercy of the huge cock. Suddenly, the tiny aperture spread open and welcomed his cock inside. "Hhhoo!" Braden gasped with surprise. "OOhhhh!" he moaned softly as he sank his cock deeper and deeper into the tight, hot hole. "Oh My Godd!" Rob gasped. "Ohh, Geezusss... you're so big!" Braden stopped. "Yeah...is it too much?" "No. Oh, no...it could never be too big. Just go easy and slow till it's all the way in and I get used to it." "Ready for more?" Braden asked. "Yesss." Braden didn't know for sure how much cock there was left to go but it felt like a lot. He inched deeper and hit something. He twisted his hips to maneuver around it. Rob gasped and moaned but made no move away from him. "Is it okay?" he asked. "Yess...Big! Goddd, how much more?" "I don't know...three, four inches, maybe." "My Godd, how big are you? It feels like you're hitting my lungs already." "I can stop," he said, easing back on the pressure. "It's about ten inches; I think you've got most of it." "Ohh, Goddd, ten inches! I've never even seen a cock that big, let alone had one shoved in my ass." "I can stop," Braden said again. "You don't have to take all of it." "Oh, I want it...every throbbing inch of it...all ten inches...I'll take it if it kills me." "Hey, it's not a challenge or anything," Braden said. "Oh, yes...a ten-inch cock is a challenge. Please...please, don't pull back ...give it to me...all of it...Ohh, Godd...I want it so bad!" "Okay, you asked for it." He clenched his butt and hunkered forward, burying the final inches of his cock deep in the guy's ass till his thighs and stomach were pressing against him. "OOHhhhhhhh! Ohhh, Goddd, that is so wonderful! Ohhh...ohhhh, you big stud! Ohhhhh...Ohhh, godd...fuck me... fuck meeeee..." "Yeah, hell yeah, I'll fuck you," Braden said. He eased back then shoved back in, causing Rob to groan again. He did it again and again, till it sounded like Rob's moans were more from pleasure than pain. "Okay, now, if I shift into gear?" Braden asked him. "Oh, yess! Drive it, stud. Drive it in me." He set a pace and fucked him with all the power he had in his butt and abs and thighs that propelled his cock into the clenching hole. He fucked him harder and harder till gradually he had pushed him down flat and was on top of him. Rob spread his legs out and he hunkered up between them. "Ohhh. Goddd, yessss. That's good this way..." "Fuck, feels like I'm gonna drill right through the mattress," Braden said. He fucked and twisted his hips around and probed to find a new spot, a new feeling each time. "Yesss...YEsss, There! Ohh, Godd, you know how to fuck!" He probed again to find the spot that made Rob cry out. It felt firm but spongy to the touch. He shoved against it, slid his cock across it, causing Rob to choke on his outcries. "There, I guess?" he asked. "Ohhh, you found it...ohhh, fuck it,...move your cock back and forth across that spot...Yesss, like that!...Ohhhh...OHhhhh. OHhhhhh, you stud! Where did you learn how to fuck like this?" "It's the first time I ever fucked like this," he said. "Ohh, Goddd, I don't believe that." "I'm telling the truth," Braden said. "There's so many different feelings in there, I'm just trying to find them all." "Keep searching, stud," Rob told him. It wasn't like any girl he'd ever fucked. A girl's pussy was a straight shoot in and back out. It stretched to the size of his cock and usually got pretty loose after awhile, but there was nothing different from one stroke to the other. Rob's ass was an adventure. It was tight one minute, pliable the next. His cock slid across one spot one time then found another exciting surface that engulfed it the next. What was really different was that, unlike the girls he had fucked, Rob was fucking him back, big time. He wasn't just lying there taking it. Even his asshole was responding, squeezing and milking his cock all the way in to the tip. "OHhh...Hoohh, yeah do that," Braden moaned. "Ohhhh, that feels so good when your ass squeezes my cock like that." Rob squeezed some more and Braden bore through the deep, tight confines of his ass. "I lost the spot," he said as he probed to find the spot that made Rob groan and cry out. "Ahhh there it is...is that it?" "Uhhnnnnnn...Ohhhnnnnn...OHhh, yesss...ohh, yeah, you found it...ohh, fuck me...keep fucking me right there... you're gonna make me come!" "Can I come in you?" Braden asked. "Yessss. Fill me up with your hot stud-come. Make me feel it." He pistoned his cock in and out of the man's hole, taking careful angle and aim to pound his joy spot. Rob threw his head back and choked on his groans each time he thrust in. Suddenly Rob hunkered up, trembling, like he had a bellyache, his eight-pack abs bulging taut, and Braden figured he was coming. He twisted his hips around, lobbing his cock around over the joy spot and Rob's ass responded gratefully, squeezing and massaging and pulling his climax to the surface. "I'm gonna come, too," Braden gasped. "Oh, yess, I can hardly wait. Shoot it. Fuck me full of your hot come!" Braden choked as his body stiffened and trembled and his climax overtook him. The stuff exploded from somewhere deep inside him and gushed through the come channels, through his cock, making it swell painfully, then erupted out the end like a power hose. "Ohh...Ohh...I can feel it! Geezusss, I can feel your come shooting in me!" Rob cried out. He could feel it too, spurting out in powerful gushes and washing back around his cock. He kept pumping his cock and coming so much that the stuff began sloshing back around his cock and out of Rob's ass. He fucked him for a good ten minutes after they had both come. His cock just wouldn't go down. "That was incredible!" Rob said, when Braden finally slowed his pace. "Yeah, it was pretty incredible," Braden agreed. "Nothing like the girls I've fucked." Rob laughed. "Girls would not like to know how many times a guy says that," he said. "I know I'm big. I hope I wasn't too much for you." "No. No, you were perfect for me. I just never had anybody reach where you did." "Do you think I can fuck you again?" Braden asked. "Oh, yeah. You can fuck me as much as you like, I'll suck your cock.... whatever you want to do." "I thought if you were going to try something, that's what you would do, suck my cock, even though you said it would be hands-off, but I never thought in a thousand years that I would end up fucking you." "It was just a wonderful fluke that we got in the position we did," Rob said. "I would sort of like to see what its like to get my cock sucked," Braden said. "If I went and took a shower, maybe...but, shit, the coach might see me and wonder why I was taking a shower at this hour." "You don't have to shower," Rob said, reaching down for his cock. "You know, I wondered about that. I kept wondering what I was going to find when I was done, but fuck, I came out clean as whistle." "That's just something you take care of," Rob said. "Are you saying you would...suck my cock, now, right out of your ass?" "Of course. I'm dying to suck you. And it feels like you're aching to be sucked; dam, it didn't even go down," he said, squeezing his cock. "It does that a lot when it's so good," Braden said. "My Godd, I can't believe the size of this thing," Rob said, fisting the big slick cock. "You might well have the biggest cock in captivity." "I doubt that. Maybe the biggest teenage cock, but I doubt that too." "Well, I haven't been fortunate enough to find another teenager like you, but I've never found a man built like this, either." Rob raised up over him and pulled his cock straight up. "It's going to take some practice before I'm able to take this all the way down," he said apologetically. "You don't have to take it all but you can practice all you want," Braden said. Braden threw his forearm over his mouth to stifle his groan when Rob took his cock in his mouth. "Oh, Geezussss! Oh, Godd, I never thought it could feel so good! No girl's mouth ever felt so good." "A girl doesn't know what makes a man feel good," Rob said. Several times, Braden tried to shove Rob's head away. "Are you getting close?" Rob asked. "So close," Braden gasped. "Aww, you've had me almost there so many times, but you keep bringing me back down." "Do you want to come again?" Rob asked. "Yes, bad. I want to keep going, too, but it's gonna blow, I know that. I just gotta know if...you know, what to when... do I warn you, or will you be able to tell? Or can I...can I shoot in your mouth, or what?" "I wouldn't have it any other way," Rob said. "Yes, you can come in my mouth. I want to taste your hot come, fresh from your balls, a load worked up just for me." "Take it, then. It's all yours. Every inch, every drop," Braden told him. Chapter Six "Man, it' going to feel good, getting under a blanket," Scott said as he was taking off his clothes. "Hey, Coach, is it okay if we sleep naked? I do at home." "If you're more comfortable that way," Coach said. Scott wasn't long about getting out of his clothes. Coach's throat went dry as he watched the young wrestler's tight, round, bare butt as he crawled into the bed. "Hey, let's see what's on," Scott said as he leaned up to turn on the TV. "I'll get it," Coach said as he quickly reached for the switch himself. He had his other hand on the channel button on the wall, ready to change the channels if an X-rated video came on the screen. He punched the button quickly but not before Scott saw what it was. "Hey, what was that?" Scott asked, excitedly. "Nothing you need to be watching," Coach said. "They're playing X-rated videos on two channels, we'll stick with this one." "Come on, Coach, it's not like I never seen an X-rated video," Scott whined. "Not with me, you haven't. And you shouldn't have been watching them with anyone else." "We won't tell anybody," Scott said. "Come on, you know you want to see it, too. It's normal." "Scott, need I remind you that this is a gay men's club, so I don't have to explain to you what kind of videos they show." "I still want to see it, just for a little bit," Scott said. "I never seen a gay video before." "And you're not going to, here," Coach said emphatically as he crawled in bed beside Scott, wearing his shorts. "You don't sleep naked?" Scott asked. "Not with one of my student athletes," Coach said. "If there's anybody you shouldn't feel self-conscious about being naked with, it's one of your student athletes," Scott said. "You see us naked all the time." "Yes, but this isn't the locker room," Coach said, trying to curb the feelings that were rising up inside him, and the images that kept invading his brain. He thought he had all of that under control, enough that he could see the young athletes coming and going in the locker room, and watch them playing grab-ass and cavorting around naked or in their jockstraps and not be consumed with the compulsion to act on those feelings. That was enough to fuel his fantasies and that was all he needed. Till now, when he found himself in bed with one of those muscular boys, stark naked. "Just two minutes, coach," Scott persisted. "Let me watch for just two minutes. That's not going to corrupt my mind any more than it's already corrupted." But Coach Colby held firm. "Listen to yourself, Scott. Do you realize what you're asking? You're asking your coach to let you watch X-rated gay videos." "Well, I'm going to sleep, then," Scott said, rather sullenly. "This movie was made a hundred years before I was born." Coach was sorry the boy was so disappointed, but he had to hold his ground. But when Scott turned over and snuggled in under the blankets, he began to feel bad for him. What could it hurt, anyway? It was just the two of them, and he trusted Scott not to tell anyone. Hell, he was trusting all four of the boys not to tell anyone that he had brought them to a gay men's club to spend the night. "All right, if I let you watch two minutes of it, you have to promise you won't ever tell anybody. Not even the other boys," Coach said finally. "No, we're not telling anybody about any of this, you said," Scott said. "We spent the night in Motel Six." "I don't believe I'm doing this, but...okay, two minutes," Coach said as he leaned up and switched the channels. "I'm eighteen, Coach, I'm old enough to watch this stuff legally," Scott reminded him. "Barely. Just last week, wasn't it, that you turned eighteen?" The scene jumped out and hit them in the face. A tall, muscular guy stood leaning back against his pickup, wearing his hunting cap and a plaid shirt with his jeans down around his ankles. Another really good-looking guy was on his knees sucking his cock. "Man, look at that!" Scott exclaimed. "Hey, I wonder if he'll finish him off. Do you suppose that guy will let him shoot in his mouth?" "I have no idea," Coach said rather impatiently. He wanted the promised two minutes to be over before it was too late. The video was giving him the tingles and he knew what it must be doing to Scott, and if they let it go on, the results could be devastating. When he thought enough time had elapsed he started to raise up and switch the channel. "No, wait! Just a little longer, let's see if he shoots in his mouth," Scott said excitedly. Coach's hesitation was fatal. He lay back down. Scott's eyes were glued to the TV. He cocked one knee up, Coach knew, to hide a rising hardon. "Dam, Coach, look at the way he swallows that thing, all the way down. And these two guys are studs. You would never even know they're gay from looking at them." It was easy to put caution behind him and be caught up in the moment, lying there with a naked, teenage wrestler, watching a gay video. The longer he watched, the more comfortable he became with the situation, till he found himself becoming hard-pressed to believe there was anything wrong with it. Hell, what was turning it off now going to accomplish after the boy had already been exposed to it. Scott probably thought he was going to let him watch the entire video. The hunter clasped his hands around the other guy's head and began pumping his cock in and out of his mouth. His face screwed up and his hips sort of lurched out of control then suddenly he jerked his cock free and jacked himself to a climax, shooting his load all over the other guy's face. The guy knelt with is mouth open wide to catch what he could of the spurting come. "Oh, Wow! Look at that, Coach!" Scott gasped excitedly. Coach Colby knew he should turn the channel now or turn the TV off and squelch the feelings before it was too late, but he didn't move. He felt numb. The scene faded and another came on the screen; this time with two guys in a cabin, one of them bent across a cot while another fucked him in the ass. "Aw, Mannn! Look at that! Do you believe that! He's fucking him in the butt! I never believe guys really did that. Oh, sorry, coach, for the language," he said sheepishly. Yes, I believe it! Coach wanted to scream. He believed it so much that he could almost feel the big, stiff cock plowing his own ass...he could almost feel Scott's cock pumping in and out of his ass. "Well, its time to turn it off," Coach said. "No, just a couple more minutes," Scott begged. "I've already let you watch more than the two minutes you asked for, and listen to your language." "I'm sorry, Coach. That just slipped out. But considering what I was watching...well, it just came out sort of natural. But I won't say it again, I promise." "Well, I'm sure its not the first time you used the word," Coach said with a smile. "Hey, Coach, did you ever do anything with another guy?" Scott asked. He stared at the boy in disbelief. "No," he lied, with indignation. "Not even when you were younger; like when you were a kid?" "Oh, me and a couple of my buddies messed around, like kids do, but we were just kids," Coach said. "Nothing like that," he added, nodding to the screen. "Have you?" he asked. "Kinda the same; nothing like that," he said. Coach wanted to hear more but he didn't want to keep asking questions and appear too interested in the boy's sex life. "You never did, but did you ever want to?" Scott asked. Shit, where was this coming from? Where was he headed with it? "No, it never crossed my mind," Coach lied again. "What about now? Is anything crossing your mind now?" "Scott..." "I would like to try it sometime," Scott said. Coach found himself breaking out in a sweat. "You're getting some bad ideas; I think we'd better turn this off," he said, leaning up to punch the button. The room was plunged into a soft darkness and a quietness that was almost haunting. He lay back with one arm crooked under his head. Scott turned his back to him, facing the wall. "Sorry, Coach, I guess I was out of line," the boy said quietly after awhile. Coach didn't say anything for a moment. He didn't know what to say. Scott had perhaps been trying to open up to him, lay his soul open, and he had cut him off. It was probably the first time he'd been so close like this with another male and found the courage to open up. He felt guilty that he had lied to the boy about himself. He couldn't let it end this way. He owed the boy better than that; if not the truth about himself, at least to lend an understanding ear. "I didn't mean to cut you off like that, Scott," he said. "That's okay. I can see how it's not something a guy should be talking about with his coach." "No, if you can't talk to me, about anything, then I'm not a very good coach. But when you said you would like to try what those men were doing...well, it took me by surprise, and I didn't know how to respond to that." "It's okay. I understand where you're coming from... your position and all...but you're a great coach." Coach took in a deep, quiet breath, to suck up his courage. "No, I...I lied to you, Scott," he said. "About what?" Scott asked, turning back over to face him. "When I said I'd never done anything...with another guy." "That's okay, you said you did, with your friends, when you were...." "No, not that," Coach cut in. "There was another time... times...with other guys...when I was in the navy." "Oh, wow! Tell me about it," Scott said excitedly. "It's not something I should be talking about with you, but I wanted you to know I'm not perfect," Coach said. "You've always said we could come and talk to you about anything. Seems like you ought to be able to do the same," Scott said. "I already opened the can of worms, Coach, when I asked if you'd ever done it. I had no right to ask that. And I told you about me." "It's okay, Scott, you didn't open a can of worms." "Tell me, Coach. Please. If I hear it from you...well, maybe I can ...well, it might be easier for me... to open up, you know what I mean?" "Have you got something you want to open up to me about?" Coach asked. "Yeah...yeah, and that's as close as I've ever come to talking about it with anybody," Scott said. "Then go ahead," Coach said. "No, I want to hear your story first. That'll level the playing field and I'll feel more like I can open up then." Coach paused as he gathered the thoughts that had been buried for so long and pulled them out of his subconscious. "Scott, you can't breath a word of this to anybody. I'm trusting you on that," Coach said. "I know. You said you were in the Navy? Was it with another sailor, on your ship?" Scott asked anxiously. "We were on shore leave on an island in the Mediterranean while our ship took on supplies and made minor repairs. There was a marine detachment stationed at the base and that's how I met this marine." "Oh, a Marine. Do you remember his name?" Scott asked. Coach didn't have to think to remember the name but he paused. "Gunner was all I knew him by." "Gunner. That's a studly name," Scott said. "Yes. I don't think it was his real name, but he was like that." "Studly?" "Yeah." "So what happened?" "Without going into all the details, we had a few drinks in the bar where I met him and ended up back at my hotel room." "Aw, come on, Coach, that was too easy," Scott said. "I asked what happened." "Well, it was the first time anything like that had ever happened with me, and he said it was his first time, too, so neither of us knew what the hell we were doing. But we fumbled through it..." "You're skimming over again," Scott said. "Well, if you must know, he went down on me, I went down on him," Coach said. "Later...after we slept awhile, I woke up with him wrapped around me and his...well, the story better end there." "No! You were just getting to the good part. Tell, me, Coach. What else happened?" "Well, his...he was wrapped around me with his cock against my backside and the next thing I know, he's shoving it in me." "Oh, Mann! You got your ass fucked by a marine?" "Then toward morning, I fucked him. It was mutual all the way." "Did you meet up with him again?" Scott asked. "No, my ship left the next morning." "Did you ever see him again after that?" "No, but...." He caught himself and let his voice trail off. "But what? What else, Coach?" Scott prodded him. "Well, he woke something up in me...he let the genie out of the bottle and I was never able to get it back in and keep it there." "Oh, so there were more times after that," Scott guessed. "Yeah. Yeah, a lot more times, more than I care to remember," Coach admitted. "Pretty quick, it became a way of life. Which, I guess, is why I'm telling you this, Scott. I don't want you to ruin your life with one foolish, irresponsible decision." "How long have you been coaching?" Scott asked. "Four years." "Did you ever want to try anything with any of your players?" "I did, very much, but I was always able to control it...it's just too dangerous with high school boys." "I think you were about to say something else, Coach," Scott said. "No," Coach said. "It's been put to rest and that's where it has to stay." "It's not put to rest if you almost said it," the boy pointed out. "Tell me, Coach. You did make it with one of your players, didn't you?" "Yes, but... "You did?! Who? Do I know him?" "He wasn't from this school," Coach said sternly. "Nothing's ever happened with anybody from this school," he said. "Actually, the boy wasn't in school at the time. He had graduated and came back to get some stuff out of his locker." "But, no shit, you made it with a jock?" "Yeah. It was the most irresponsible thing I've ever done, and it still haunts me. I try not to think about it, but it tears me up, what I might have done to that boy's life." "If he's like me or any guys I know, you probably didn't do anything more than get his rocks off for him," Scott said. "I hope it was that simple for him." He paused then asked, "Now, enough about me; what about you? What's going on in the back of your mind that you need to get out?" "Well...nothing's ever happened but....I've had these feelings for quite awhile now....a couple of years; feelings that I keep thinking I want to explore. There are certain guys that I think about all the time....like Braden, and Sean and Cody...my teammates. I think that's why I love wrestling, coach; the physical contact, feeling another guy's muscles bulging and straining against me." "I'm not sure that's so unusual," Coach said. "A boy your age has certain awakenings. And that's pretty common among wrestlers." "There's something inside me that wants to be awakened, that's for sure, Coach," Scott said. "I've actually laid awake and dreamed up ways that I could make it happen...you know, with Braden or one of the guys...at least try it. I've got a hundred plans in my head but they all lack the one ingredient I don't have. Guts." "That's not all bad," Coach said. "Your lack of guts has probably kept you out of trouble. I don't know what Braden's reaction might be if you tried anything with him. Or Sean, or Cody, for that matter." "Of the three of them, I think I would be more okay with Cody," Scott said. "Only because he couldn't tear you into little pieces like Sean or Braden could?" "No, I just think he would be more okay with it then the other two guys." "You never know. Just be careful," Coach told him. "Coach?......" "Yes?" "C-can I...see y-your cock?" Scott asked timidly. He let his knee down to reveal his own bulging briefs. "I don't think that would be an appropriate thing to do," Coach said. "I've let things go too far already." "Nothing's gotten out of hand. We haven't done anything," Scott said. "And we want to keep it that way." "Speak for yourself, Coach," the boy said smartly. "Don't you ever have those feelings anymore, like you did before, with that Marine? Like maybe when you see us guys naked in the locker room? Don't those feelings come back just a little bit, once in awhile?" "Having them isn't the issue. Keeping them under control is what's important," Coach said. "You've seen me naked hundreds of times, and nothing like that has ever crept into your mind?" Scott asked. "Seeing you guys naked in the looker room is in the natural course of things," Coach said. Unthinking, he brought his knee down, revealing his bulging shorts. Before he could raise his knee back up, Scott leaned up over his middle. "Wow! You sure fill out your shorts, Coach," he said. "Can I touch it?" Coach Colby was so taken aback he couldn't reply. The boy was pushing to far. He had to get a handle on things before it was too late. Bu the hesitated and it was too late. Scott reached down and laid his hand gingerly over the big bulge. "Feels like you've got a lot of cock in there, Coach," he said. Coach Colby grasped his wrist but Scott resisted him and in that weak moment, he let go. Without further hesitation he shoved his hand down inside Coach's briefs and found his bare cock. "Ohhh, Scott! Don't!" Coach gasped. "Dam, Coach!" Scott gasped as he tugged on Coach's shorts. "Scott, that's...m-more than a feel," Coach moaned. "Yeah, let's get these off," the boy said excitedly, pulling on his shorts. Against his own will, Coach raised up and peeled his shorts off himself and tossed them aside. If the boy wanted to see... His cock stood up over his stomach to his navel. "Dam, Coach!" Scott said again as he wrapped his hand around the warm, thick meat. "I can't get my hand around it. And it's...wow, it's gotta be eight or nine inches long!" Coach abandoned all his scruples and closed his eyes and freely let himself enjoy the feel of the boy's hand on his cock. If only it were his mouth! Scott boldly moved his hand up and down the tall, thick shaft, not jacking him off, but more like he was feeling the texture, exploring another man's manhood for the first time. "You got a real nice cock," he said. "Y-you've g-got a nice hand," Coach whispered. "Better than your own hand, Coach?" Scott joked. "Yeah, better than my hand," Coach said. "If that was a sneaky way of asking if I jack off...yeah, I do." "You do!" "Don't you?" "Well, yeah...yeah, but I never thought you...the coach..." "Being your coach doesn't make me not human?" "Aw, you're human, Coach," he said, squeezing his cock. "You're the most human guy I know. My dad wouldn't dream of having this conversation with me, or letting me do this to him." "It's gone past a conversation," Coach said. He wanted to touch Scott's cock. He could see the blanket tented something awful with the boy's hardon but he didn't want to interrupt the moment. "Coach, I want...I...I'll do anything you want....everything those guys were doing in the video...if you want me to....," Scott said huskily. Coach Colby was overwhelmed with emotion. He slid his arm under Scott's waist and pulled him close. "Oh, son, this is so wrong, but yes...do anything you want to do." "All right, but I've never done anything like this before, and if I don't do it right, or if there's something else you want me to do....you'll tell me." "Sure, Scott, I'll tell you." "I'm gonna suck you, then," he said as he raised up. "Or I'm gonna try. I don't know if I can even get my mouth around it, but I'm sure gonna try." "You can," Coach said. He trembled with anticipation. He felt the boy's hot breath then the touch of his soft, warm lips touching the head of his cock, his tongue swirling out to taste his pre-come. "Mmmm, that tastes good," Scott said. He paused to wet his lips then slid them down over the head, past the rim and took about half of the shaft in his mouth. Coach choked on his own gasp of pleasure. It had been so long since he'd had virgin lips around his cock that he'd forgotten the exquisite excitement. The boy pressed downward but the blunt cockhead was blocked by the tight constriction of his throat muscles. He raised back up. Then he went back down to try again. He tried a couple more times and soon he had a rhythm and he was sucking him. "OHhh, Goddd...Awww, Scott....," Coach moaned softly. He wanted to reciprocate. His mouth watered for want of the boy's big, tender, virginal cock but he would wait, give the boy time to find his way on this new path of sexuality. He lay in wonderful, trembling agony as the boy awkwardly sucked his cock, till he raised up again. "Am I doing okay, Coach?" he asked. "You're doing awesome!" Coach said. Scott smiled, as he might have if Coach had told him he did well in taking a man down on the mats. The boy went back down on him again, trying hard to take more and more of his coach's cock, but it was too thick for his inexperienced throat. Coach couldn't stand it any longer. He laid his hand on Scott's shoulder. "Scott..." The boy raised up. "You want me to stop?" "No....but....well, yeah....for a minute." Confused, Scott lay back on the arm that Coach put out for him. "I guess I've got a lot to learn," Scott said. "No, Scott....Godd, it was wonderful." He didn't know himself why he'd made him stop. He looked into the boy's dark eyes, still gleaming with innocence, even in the darkness, and he got butterflies in his stomach. He curled his arm up, pulling Scott tighter against him and in those moments, the world became a far off place, leaving them in this tiny space of the universe, away from prying eyes, to be who they were. Scott's eyes never wavered from the Coach's gaze. Innocence masked his confusion, his doubts, his fears. "Scott, there's so much I want to show you," Coach said huskily. "Show me, then," Scott said. His sweet breath came into Coach's nostrils like an aphrodisiac, and he wanted more of it. He leaned in closer....closer, till their noses were inches apart and there was no sign of understanding in Scott's eyes. He doesn't know how desirable he is; what I want to do, Coach thought. His innocence was there till their noses touched then Coach's lips brushed against his, and it was lost forever. Scott moaned as he kissed him back, and turned onto his side to meld his body tightly against him, and laid his arm across Coach's chest. Coach flicked his tongue out and found Scott's lips open. He drove his tongue in his mouth and found his tongue receptive, tentative at first, then lashing back. It was a long, passionate kiss that left them moaning and gasping and helpless with their emotions when it was over. "My Goddd," Coach whispered. Scott smiled and there was only a trace of innocence at the corner of his mouth now. His eyes were questioning, as if he were waiting for instructions of what to do next. "There's so much I want to show you, Scott." "Was that one of them?" "Yes. No...not really...that just happened." "I'm glad it happened." Coach's passion was still raging. He raised up, pulling his arm from under Scott's head, and maneuvered down on the bed between the boy's legs. "Aw, Coach, you're gonna do me, now?" the boy asked with surprise. He pushed his cock up straight, no doubt thinking that he was going to go down on him, but instead, Coach cupped the boy's firm, bubble butt in his hands and tilted his hips up off the bed. "Hold your legs against your chest," he told him. Scott pulled his legs up and held them tightly against his chest, tilting his butt perfectly in Coach's face. "W-what're you gonna do, Coach?" he asked. Coach lowered his face to the boy's spread butt, licking the crevice with the tiny, clenching hole that was the entrance to a manhood that the boy never knew he possessed "Aww, Coach!" he cried softly. He was smooth, almost as if he had shaved. The smell of fresh sweat from his wrestling match mixed with deodorant permeated the space around Coach's head, driving him nearly mad. "Ohh....Ohhh, Godd, you taste so good!" he whispered. He punched the flexible muscle with his stiffened tongue and it began to relax then give way and push out, making it easier for him to shove his tongue inside him. He pulled the young buns apart, stretching the hole wide open, and drove his tongue deeper inside him. "AAawwhhhhh!" Scott muffled his cry with the pillow over his face. Coach wanted to tell him it was okay to cry out, nobody would mind in this place, but he didn't want to take the chance of one of the older boys happening by to hear him. He wasn't naïve enough to believe that Braden, and maybe Sean, weren't exploring the place. He sucked the boy's asshole around his tongue till he was loose enough that he could feel the palpitations of his inner-rectal muscles. He loved eating ass almost as much as sucking cock, and this young, tender butt was the most delectable he had ever had. So young, so virginal....it was awesome that his tongue was the first to ever penetrate the sacred hole. The boy's first cries from being tongue-fucked were music to his ears. Suddenly Scott began thrashing his butt around and clawing at the sheets and Coach's head. "Oh, Godd, Coach...OHhhhh, Coacchhh...Ohhhh...Ohhhh, you're gonna make...me...come! I'm gonna come, Coach....Ohhhh...Aww...OHHHHH... OHHHHHHHHHH!" As much as he wanted to capture the boy's load in his mouth, he had to finish him this way and show him the sheer pleasure of his ass. Scott's asshole loosened then flexed around his tongue with the spasms of his climax. Coach felt the powerful surge with his nose against the boy's cock-root and a split second later he was shooting and choking on his gasping moans. The moments that followed would be critical ones, Coach knew. With his youthful lust cooled and his desires satisfied, he didn't know how Scott might react to what he had done. As the boy's body began to calm down from its tremors, Coach licked his asshole gently and lovingly and let his butt down in the mattress and his legs fell over Coach's shoulders. He gently eased out from under them and crawled up to lie beside him again. He could see the streaks and pools of come on his stomach and chest and his neck. He wanted badly to lap it up but he couldn't take the chance of spooking him, especially in the aftermath. "You okay, Scott?" he asked after a couple of minutes. "I don't know....I don't even know what happened," he replied breathlessly. "Well, from the looks of things, you pretty much emptied your balls," Coach said, laughing softly. "Yeah, it felt like they were going to get turned inside out," he said. "I never had such a powerful climax. It felt like I was shooting come from a big reservoir and it wouldn't stop. And I wasn't even touching my cock. I never touched my cock the whole time." Thankfully, he didn't sound upset; just awed. "I had no idea you were going to do that when you crawled down between my legs. I thought you were going to go down on me," Scott said. "I'll do that when you're ready again," Coach said. He held his breath for the boy's response. "I'm ready, Coach," he said, pushing his cock upright. "Look, it didn't even go down." "Well, maybe that's because its mad that it never got the attention it deserved. Don't worry, I'll give it all the attention it wants," Coach said. "Unless you want me to take a shower and clean up first," the boy offered. "No, you're fine just like this," Coach said as laid his hand on Scott's stomach, in the streaks of come. He moved his hand in circles, applying the warm come over his muscle like lotion. "Feels like somebody dumped a reservoir of cum-lotion on you," he said. He edged Scott's hand out of the way and took his cock in his own hand. "Dam, this is a canon," he said as he moved his hand up and down the come-slick shaft. "I don't know why it's still hard," Scott said. "It doesn't matter; I'll take care of it," Coach said. "When I do....when I suck you, I want to do something else at the same time." "What?" "Well, you obviously have a very sensitive butt..." "Yeah, I didn't even know a guy had feelings in his ass," Scott said. "I want to use my finger in place of my tongue." Scott hesitated barely seconds before he nodded with deeply trusting eyes. "Okay. It won't hurt, will it?" "Did my tongue hurt?" "Gosh, no!" "It'll feel different, but I won't hurt you. I can go in deeper with my finger, and make you feel really wonderful." Coach said. He raised up and bent over the boy's middle, his mouth hovering over his cock. He blew hot air over it, causing it to quiver violently, then lowered his lips around the head. "OOohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Scott moaned softly. "Ohhh, Coach....Ohhh, I never felt anything so awesome!" You will, Coach thought; you will. He went down the tall tower of meat well past the three-quarter point, with the head pressing seriously against the opening of his throat. He worked his jaws and throat and took a breath and gradually forced his mouth all the way down to the boy's pubes. The big cock bore into his throat like a drill, stretching his throat unmercifully. It didn't fit the curve of his throat; it was so hard that it straightened the passageway. He heard Scott choke on his groan, as if he couldn't get it out. He held him there for a long moment then moved his head up and down, careful to keep the big cock in his throat, giving the boy an oral pussy to fuck. "Ohhh....OHhhhh....OHHH...Awwwhhhhhh," he moaned again and again as he began clawing at Coach's shoulders and hair and thrusting his loins up at him. Coach eased up so he had the head in his mouth and let the thick spit run down the shaft and over his balls and used it to lube the boy's asshole. He could feel the tiny, smooth aperture pushing out as before, welcoming his finger as it had his tongue. He pushed it in to the first knuckle, causing Scott let out a little gasp but with barely a wince. Coach took his time. He worked the tip of his finger gently around inside the boy's ass till he was squirming for more, then he eased in to the second knuckle. "Aww, coach....Awww, that feels good, just like you said," Scott said, surprised. "You can give me all of it, Coach. You can use your whole finger." He shoved his finger in all the way, all the while, moving his mouth up and down on his cock. Scott gasped and whimpered with pleasure. Coach moved his finger ever-so-gently against the hot, soft ass lining till Scott was squirming harder, then he began to probe, in search of his love nut. If his asshole was so sensitive, his young, virginal prostate was going to be like a firecracker. He found it, the firm-rubber texture of Play-Dough, but he barely touched it. He wanted to work into it gradually, gently. He wanted Scott to realize the newborn pleasure like an awakening. He played him like a fine violin, brushing his fingertip past the now-swollen love nut, causing Scott to gasp with surprised pleasure. He touched it gently and Scott's mouth flew open, even more surprised at the sudden, new pleasure he was feeling. "Ohh, Coach....I d-don't know w-what you're doing in there but it feels like I have to come again, already. The feeling's there, like it's not going to go away till I do come." Coach raised up from sucking his cock. "Let me make it even better, then you can come again whenever you want," he told him as he probed the nut again. "Ohhhhh...Ohhhh....if you make it feel any better, Coach, I'm gonna go nuts." "Do you want to go nuts, Scott? Do you want me to drive you crazy?" "I have a feeling you're going to," Scott said nervously. "Yes, I just want you to be ready. You'd better have the pillow handy. I'm going to start massaging that spot and I'm not going to stop till you beg me to. Maybe not even then." He started to go back down on the boy's cock but Scott stopped him. "When I shoot again....are you gonna....k-keep my cock in your mouth?" "Yes, I'm going to keep your cock in my mouth. I want this to be something you'll remember forever. I want you to come in my mouth," Coach said. "Okay...Godd, Coach, that's something guys only dream about, shooting off in a girl's mouth, only its even better, having your coach do it." Coach wrapped his smile around the bulging cock head and slipped his lips down the hard shaft. At the same time he began moving his mouth up and down he began fingering the boy's ass again. He went through the same preliminary routine as before, but without pause. He would bring him to his absolute peak of pleasure this time. He alternated his motions; he rubbed the spongy nut with his fingertip for a moment then shoved his finger in and out of his ass, probing it hard. Scott cried out into the pillow. Coach massaged, then fucked him with his finger, then massaged again. Then he added a second finger. Scott gasped with surprise but he didn't protest. His asshole welcomed the second finger. He jerked the pillow away long enough to say, "Godd, it feels like you're fucking me, coach." That day would come, soon enough, coach thought. He fluttered his fingertips against the boy's prostate, causing him to scream into the pillow again. Without letup, he began massaging it, then prodding it with a two-finger fucking motion. He alternated from one motion to the other, without let up. Scott didn't go off as quickly as he thought he would and he suddenly realized that he was probably unable to. The pleasure was so intense that it wouldn't break and let loose. "Coach! Coach, I can't come!" he gasped through the pillow. "I wanta come so bad....but I can't!" He sounded a little frightened. "I'll make you come," Coach said. He maneuvered himself down between Scott's legs again, without letting go of his cock with his mouth, and with his fingers still in his ass; he didn't want to loose the momentum he had gained. Between the boy's legs, he pushed his butt up to the eating position and relinquished his cock and his finger to eat his ass again. It was just to force the flood-gates to open up. Once the boy let go, he would serve him the mind-shattering pleasure of his mouth and fingers again to cause the dam to explode. "Ohh, that's gonna do it, Coach, just like before," Scott moaned. "Tell me when you're getting close," Coach said. He played it carefully, bringing him to the brink with his tongue, then when Scott choked out that he was getting close, Coach got back on his cock and shoved his fingers back into his ass. He easily found the boy's love nut again and tapped it like a drum, then probed it gently with his stiff fingers, then massaged it between his fingers. He heard Scott screaming in the pillow, begging him to stop, begging him not to, begging him to make him come before he went out of his mind. Coach began counting the seconds till the explosion, a little fearful that he'd taken the boy too far, into something he maybe couldn't handle. But suddenly, it happened. Cursing like a sailor, Scott jerked the pillow away and clasped his hands around Coach's head and pushed him down hard, forcing him to swallow his whole cock. Coach had never heard any of his boys curse like that, and it was somehow erotic to hear the words come out of the boy's mouth. His cock bolted deep in his throat and his asshole quivered violently around his fingers. His prostate palpitated under the touch of his fingers then pulsated like a violent heartbeat that sent the quivering quakes up through his cock along with a gushing stream of come. Scott grabbed the pillow over his face again when he started coming. Coach got the first salvo deep in his throat, but when Scott let go of his head, he raised up so he could take the rest of it in his mouth. He wanted to feel the power behind the boy's come. He wanted to taste the sweet nectar of his manhood. It felt like the second time might be even more copious than the first. His mouth was soon filled with the stuff and running out the corner of his mouth till he swallowed it. The belching cock spewed out more come, filling his mouth again, and again. Coach wondered where it was all coming from, especially after the first time. The boy did, indeed have a reservoir of come. Scott jerked the pillow off his face and reached down with his other hand to pulled Coach's hand away from his ass. "I can't take anymore!" he gasped. Coach gave his prostate a couple more gentle squeezes that caused the boy to choke on his screams, then gently removed his finger, massaging the soft, delicate lining of the boy's ass on the way out. At the same time he raised up off of his cock. It gave one last jolt and sent another spurt of come that hit his lips. Coach licked it off and crawled back up beside the boy. The moments that followed were long and quiet. Even unnerving. What was Scott thinking now, Coach wondered. Maybe he had taken things over the top. He should have waited, been satisfied to suck his cock and no more. Scott's eyes were closed, his breathing returning to normal, his great cock lying across one hip, still oozing come. Coach longed to lap it up, but he didn't dare. Not now. Not till he knew what was going on in the boy's head. "Are you okay?" he asked finally. "I don't know, coach," he replied. "I didn't know sex could be so intense." "Are you okay?" Coach asked again. "I will be, as soon as I come back down from wherever you took me." "You're worrying me, Scott, it doesn't sound like you're okay with it." He laughed softly. "I'm okay coach," he said. "I'm just lying here wondering what else you're going to show me." "Nothing that you don't want me to," Coach said. He raised up with his head propped up and put his hand on Scott's abs. "I mean that, Scott. I'll show you everything...do anything you want; anything you'll let me....but only if you want it. You gotta promise me, you'll stop me if I try something you're afraid for me to do, of if you don't want me to do it." "I promise," he said. After a moment, he said, "You, uh...you swallowed my come this time." "Yes. Does that bother you?" "No, it's something guys only dream about. I was just wondering....what does it tastes like?" "Come on," Coach chided him, "don't tell me you never tasted your own come." "Well...sure, the stuff that oozes out when you're jacking off," he admitted. "But not the real stuff...you know, the thick stuff that shoots out. What's that taste like?" "I can't describe it. I guess you could say it's an acquired taste," Coach said. "It doesn't all taste the same. Yours was not hard to take. It was tangy sweet, and tasted fresh." "It was fresh, all right. I barely had time to work up the second load." "If you'd had any more time, you would've drowned me with it," Coach said. "Do you think I'll be able to do that, Coach?" Scott asked. "When I was trying to suck your cock, I wondered about it....you know, if you came in my mouth, if I could handle it." "First, I would never come in your mouth unless you wanted me to," Coach said. "And if you want to try it, fine, but if you don't like it, get off of it and spit it out. At least you'll know." "Are you gay, Coach?" he asked, then, out of the blue. The question jolted him and he didn't know how to answer for a moment. "I'm sorry, m