Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2000 00:23:49 PDT
From: Roderick Shafton <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Coach's Checkpoint

(M/B rimming oral)

                  THE COACH'S CHECKPOINT
   "OH, MY GOD, JOHNNY! WHA...WHAT'S HE DOING TO
YOU?!" She burst in.
   "Licking my asshole, Mom!" I smiled, pulling my thighs back
even further so my friend Wally could dig his tongue inside.
Wally was deaf, so he wasn't aware of her standing in the
doorway. Happily, he kept slurping at my hole, eager to do to
me what I had done to him earlier.
   "JOHNNY!"
   "Not now, Mom, OK? I got this swell boner, see? And Wally's
lickin' my butt really good...even better than the coach!
   Now maybe that wasn't exactly the best thing to say at the
time, but I was kinda distracted just then. I'd just spent the
last 15 minutes tonguing Wally's sweet bumhole, and I was
anxious for some of the same treatment, especially after seeing
how much Wally shot off all over the bed as his body shuddered.
   We never would have thought of doing such nasty things if
it hadn't been for Coach Nelson. See, Coach Nelson was our gym
instructor at Rock Hudson Junior High, and he had this 'thing'
about making sure us guys showered after class. Several times a
month he'd pull a surprise inspection. He'd station himself on
a stool at the exit to the locker room. Then, at random, he'd
pick guys out of the exiting crowd and make them drop their
pants and shorts right then and there. Beckoning them to come
closer, he'd lower his head and sniff at their balls! Then he'd
make them turn around and bend over. Sticking his nose right up
to their hole, he'd smell it! If he decided that the boy hadn't
showered, he'd send him back in to do so. All the while, the
other guys would be passing by, giggling and smirking. mostly
because they'd been subjected to it at one time or another.
   If Coach couldn't determine for sure, after these
examinations, whether or not a guy had showered, his next test
was to lick up the boy's hole to see how it tasted. If it was
bitter, he'd send him back.
   Some guys said that the coach always had a boner in his
track shorts when he did this, but since he kept his sweat
shirt pulled down low, we could never check him out. Still, we
thought this was all rather strange but, being at that age
where we thought most adult behavior was rather strange, we
just sorta accepted it. It was rather embarassing to have to
drop your pants while your friends are walking by, even though
they'd all seen you naked just moments before. Of course, we
tried to avoid it, but we never were able to figure out when he
might decide to test us.
   All except for Norman, that is. Norman the Bookworm, we
called him. He never avoided it. Seeing the coach squatting on
his stool, Norman would rush up to the coach uninvited and
instantly his pants would be down around his ankles...his hands
spreading his butt for inspection. For some reason, Coach
Nelson seemed irritated every time Norman did this, and
blushed. But then he'd dutifully sniff Norman's a-hole and
quickly send him on his way.
   Once, Norman asked him if he didn't want to lick it just to
make sure, but the coach gruffly ordered him to get to his
next class. I kinda thought this was odd, because I knew for a
fact that Norman almost never showered after gym. In fact,
one of the days the coach beckoned to me, and Norman had
pushed his way ahead of me, I could even smell Norman's
butthole just standing next to him! Still, the coach sniffed it
but didn't order him back for a shower.
   Some guys never got called over. And others, like me,
seemed to always be under suspicion. Me, Bobby Farraday, Chris
Jorgenson, and Luke Wills couldn't get by the coach without a
sniff AND a lick! He wouldn't send us back, because we always
showered, but for some reason, he made sure he got his licks
in! We thought that was funny but we just put it down to adult
weirdness.
   Until one day when the coach stopped by while I was
showering. He stuck his head into the stall to ask me about
some equipment. I told him it was all accounted for, and he
left. But when I was leaving for my next class...there he was,
perched on his low stool to check us all out. Smiling as I went
by...sure that this was one time I would not be called out...I
was amazed when he again ordered me to drop my pants! He knew
I'd showered. He saw me, just moments before. Nevertheless, he
not only sniffed at my butt, but licked it like always.
   That was when I knew that Coach Nelson doing those weird
things had nothing to do with hygiene. He was doing it because
HE LIKED LICKING 'N SMELLING OUR BUTTS! "How gross,"
I thought. "I'll just bet he does have a boner in his shorts!" That made
me think about the other guys that he always seemed to pick on.
Imaginging how they looked in the showers, I tried to picture
Bobby, Chris and Luke naked. And myself. We're all trim and
athletic. And good-looking, if I can admit it. And our butts
are smooth...no fuzz growing there like some of the other guys.
But then, so is Norman's.
   I wrote all this down in notes, explaining to deaf Wally my
suspicions on our way home. Wally and I had been jerkin' off
together for a couple of years, and even tried blowing each
other a couple of times. He agreed that if the coach was doing
it 'cause he liked it, it was a yucky thing to do but he grabbed
the notepad and quickly scribbled that sometimes adults do
things that seem weird to us but are actually fun...like
drinking beer! We tried that once and got all dizzy. That was
when we first tried blowjobs!
   Wally said maybe we should try it...just to make sure. I
said OK, and as soon as we got to my house, we quickly stripped
down and started to rub each other up until we had big hard
boners. Taking a good look at Wally's bum, really for the first
time, I ran my hand over it and felt him up. I liked the feel
of it, and motioned to him that I'd go first, and for him to
turn around and kneel on the bed. Getting down behind him, I
pulled his buns apart and surveyed the area.
   "Kinda neat," I thought, wondering why Coach Nelson didn't
include Wally as one of his 'regulars' for the lick treatment.
Acting like Coach, I sniffed Wally's butthole. Nothing
surprising...smelled just like mine. Well, you know, I'd rubbed
my hole and smelled it before. Doesn't everybody? Then I
realized that Wally's smell was also exciting me...just like
mine does. So I smelled some more, then went for broke. I
licked it! His butthole felt funny on my tongue...but I liked
it. Especially when Wally started to moan and push his ass back
at me. I was sure he'd never had his asshole licked before, and
I knew that it felt good from when Coach did it to me, so I
decided to give him a thrill. I really chowed down...even
better than the coach had ever done to me!
   Boy! He was really enjoying it, so I started to push my
tongue into his hole. Coach Nelson had never done that to
me...but sometimes it seemed like he wanted to. I poked in and
out like my tongue was a wet finger cornholing him. He started
to jack off and pull his butt apart so I could get deeper. I
moved his hand away and held him spread open myself so he could
concentrate on jacking off. I really sucked him up good and
felt him shudder and squeeze his butthole onto my tongue. When
I pulled away, I noticed that he'd shot all over the bedspread!
   I wiped it off then plopped myself down on the bed. It was
my turn, and I wanted to watch him do it. So I pulled my legs
back and pushed my butt to him, opening it up. He smiled, but
blushed, all the time he smelled me, cause he knew I was
watching him! But he kept at it, and pretty soon he was tasting
me. I guess he liked it, because he was soon licking up and
down. My pecker got stiff and started to leak, and he began
pushing his wet tongue in and out of my butthole just as Mom
walked in! I wasn't going to miss my turn.
   I grabbed my pecker and pounded it! Mom gasped as I shot
big squirts all over myself...some hit my lips and I licked it
off! She shook her head in disgust and walked out of the
bedroom. Wally never knew she'd been there...and I didn't see
any reason to tell him just then.
   On the way out the back door I waved at Mom. She stammered
a little bit...I think she wanted to talk to me about something
...but I said we had something to do and I'd be back for
dinner.
   Wally and I had already conveyed to each other how much
we'd enjoyed our experiment. We talked a lot with our eyes.
Even though he couldn't hear, he could speak a little. But
usually the only time I ever heard him was when he was coming!
   Following my rapid movements, Wally finally slowed me down
to ask where we were going. I could have written it, but I got
a special thrill out of using gestures to convey to him...that
since we liked doing what Coach Nelson obviously liked to
do...we should pay the coach a visit. He was handsome, and we
both agreed that we'd really like to see the coach's boner!
Using hand gestures, we tried to guess how big it would be.
Wally stroked his hand, saying that he'd like to jack the coach
off. I did the same, but near my mouth to show that I'd like to
suck it for him! He followed gladly. Coach lived on the next
block.
   Brazen, as only youth can be, I knocked on the door...
several times. Coach had to be home--his Toyota was in the
driveway. But there was no answer. I motioned Wally to follow
me as I went around to the back. Perhaps Coach was back there
gardening or something. As we passed the side windows I heard
loud moans coming from inside. Peeking in, I saw Coach Nelson
lying naked on a bed. The moans couldn't have been coming from
him, however, because the coach had his mouth busy. A young guy
about my age was sitting on his face! Coach was really eatin'
out his butthole! We could only see his butt and back...but he
looked familiar as he worked his butt back and forth over the
coach's face! Then the kid looked over his shoulder, shouting
encouragements to Coach.
   It was Norman!!! Cute butt Norman...pushy Norman...the one
who made the coach blush Norman! So that's it. Norman had known
what the coach's tongue felt like all along. At least it seemed
apparent to me by the way they were going at it. Norman's smile
faded as his gaze passed the window. He froze...squinting into
the brightness to see our lust-filled faces staring open-
mouthed in return. His smile returned, but not in the same way.
It seemed more...more...nasty somehow. Not nasty in a mean
way...nasty in a sex way. Moving his hands in front of him so
the coach couldn't see...not that he could see ANYTHING at the
moment...he gestured for us to come in the back quietly.
   Wally and I smiled at each other and made a beeline for the
back door. Arriving at the bedroom doorway, Norman flicked his
finger for us to strip naked. We eagerly complied. All the
while he was saying dirty things to the coach.
   "YEAH! LICK ME OUT, COACH! SHOVE YOUR TONGUE
UP IN THERE! YOU LIKE THAT, DON'T YOU? YEAH! YOU
LIKE LICKING ME WHERE I SHIT, HUNH? DO I TASTE
GOOD, COACH? HUNH? DO I?'"
   All the time Coach Nelson was murmuring agreement to
everything Norman suggested. Norman was playing with the
coach's big boner. Gosh, it was tremendous! Our dicks got hard
as we watched. Norman noticed that my eyes never left the
coach's big prick. Motioning me forward, he pulled off and
replaced his hand with mine. I was holding Coach Nelson's
throbbing cock and he didn't even know it. It was huge and
powerful and I loved playing with it. Wally came close and I
gave him a turn jacking the coach off. The man was so engrossed
in what he was doing, he didn't even noticed the changing
stroke patterns. I knelt down, close, watching every swipe
Wally took on the slick rod.
   Coach didn't even notice when Norman reached back with both
hands and pulled his buttocks apart, mashing his asshole onto
his sucking lips. I would have loved to peek around and watch
him eating out Norman's asshole, but I didn't dare.
   "AH, COACH...YOU'RE SO GOOD! You know Johnny Brent and
Wally Jones in my class? Bet you'd like to suck on their
assholes, wouldn't you? Would you like that, Coach?"
   "OH! YOU KNOW I WOULD!" Coach said pulling his mouth away
for a moment. "That Johnny's got the sweetest little hole. Sure
wish he'd skip showers like you do, baby. Man, I'd like to get
a good taste of him! His friend Wally's kinda hot, too. Never
licked him...but he's got a nice little tush! Oh, you're making
me hot! SUCK ME, NORMY! SUCK ME WHILE I EAT OUT
YOUR LUSCIOUS YOUNG ASSHOLE!"
   Norman bent to the task, then noticed the gleam in my eye.
Winking, he held it out to me. I never gave it another thought.
My mouth was over his knob in a flash! I took as much of the
monster mancock into my mouth as I could while Wally pumped the
bottom half! Seeing we had everything well under control,
Norman raised up and readjusted himself so that he was
squatting on Coach's face so that his hole would open up even
more. The noisy slurping coming from between Norman's legs told
the whole story. But now we could actually see the coach's
tongue plunging in and out of Norman's unshowered asshole!
   The big cock began to throb, and Coach Nelson suddenly
gasped, "Wha...what's going on!" He'd realized that Norman
couldn't possibly be sucking his cock.
   "JOHNNY BRENT'S GIVING YOU A BLOWJOB, COACH...
WHILE WALLY JONES JACKS YOU! SUCK MY ASS
WHILE YOU BLAST OFF IN HIS COCKSUCKING MOUTH!"
   Coach Nelson was far beyond checking his orgasm. Instead,
he went with it...not even sure if Norman was telling the
truth. If not, I think he decided, the fantasy would work just
fine!
   He had just enough time to blurt out, "DRINK ME, JOHNNY!
SUCK MY JIZZ!" before he pulled Norman's hole back down onto
his mouth and nearly devoured it. The cream flooded my mouth
deliciously! What I couldn't contain, ran down his shaft. Wally
kept switching hands so he could eat the coach's cum from his
fingers! After catching his breath, Coach Nelson flung Norman
from his chest and raised up.
   His eyes bugged and his mouth dropped as he saw the guilty
upward glances of the two boys who hovered over his spent cock,
unwilling to relinquish it just yet.
   "HOLY SHIT!" he cried, alarmed.
   "Later!" Norman took over, pulling the coach's face
sideways to his big erection. It was the first time we'd seen
Norman's cock hard and it was almost as big as the coach's.
"Suck me, Coach! BLOW ME LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO!
DRINK MY 'BOYCREAM' YOU LOVE SO MUCH!"
   Coach Nelson, unable to resist the dripping, bouncing boner
that Norman was sporting, put any objections aside and
completely engulfed the offered hard-on! He sucked it back into
his throat and we could plainly see his muscles working it.
Norman cried out and we watched Coach Nelson swallow spurt
after spurt of the warm ejaculation!
   "They were just there...looking in the window!" Norman
explained afterward. "They really looked hungry, Coach! Don't
be upset...you really loved it, didn't you?"
   "Well...yeah, sure I did!"
   Before Coach Nelson got to feeling any guiltier, or
frightened, or whatever it was he was feeling...I jumped up in
excitement. Wally and I hadn't come yet, after all.
   "WANNA SUCK MY ASS, COACH?!" I blurted. "We came
over to see if you wanted to really eat our buttholes. We figured
out that you like doing it...and so do we! We tried it on each
other!"
   With a fire in his eyes, he bolted off the bed and once
again became COACH. "On the bed, boys! Let's see those asses
pulled open. Spread 'em for inspection. Did you boys shower?!"
he laughed.
   Wally couldn't hear the orders being barked, he just
followed my lead. I pulled him onto the bed with me, and stuck
out my tongue lewdly to say we might get our butts sucked.
Pulling us closer together, Coach Nelson freely fondled our
rears. With more abandon than he was used to expressing in the
gym, he literally pried our cheeks apart--stretching our holes
open to expose the pinkness inside. Not content with sniffing,
he practically crammed his nose into our rectums!
   No...sniffing definitely wasn't the word. He went from one
side of the bed to the other and back again, bending over us
with his crotch near our faces, wrenching our anuses open. By
the sound of his loud smelling noises, he was determined to
catch a whiff of our 'dirty' odor. He even took to sticking a
finger in there and I think he was smelling it cause he kept
pulling it out, breathing deeply, then plunging it back in. It
woulda hurt, except that he kept licking our holes so they were
sloppy. I pushed my muscles, trying to open right up for him.
We took those opportunities to fondle his big cock and balls.
   "One at a time, hunh Coach?'" Norman requested.
   "Okay, Baby," he agreed, ordering us onto all fours as he
positioned himself on the floor, kneeling so our butts were
pressed against each other before his face. "Get under 'em
Normy and blow 'em while I rim! Johnny first." Norm scooted
under me until my hot cock was above his face. Then while Coach
rimmed me, Norman sucked me off. Wow! What a mouth he had!
Bending way over was the best position to get my ass sucked,
and fortunately that put me right over Norman's cock. I sucked
him into another erection and delighted in the whole affair.
Shooting into his mouth, just as Coach thrust his tongue deeply
into me. I tried as best I could to suck a load from his balls.
He wasn't quite ready. But by the time he was under Wally,
getting and giving the same treatment, the sight of Coach
eating out my buddy's tasty butthole took him over the edge. He
spurted into Wally's mouth while gulping my friend's plentiful
load.
   Before we left, we got the coach to kneel on the bed so we
could lick his butt...all three of us taking turns. Then Wally
and I together licked up and down the shaft of Coach's big
prick while he shot all over our faces! We lapped up his cum
happily.
   Eventually we initiated Bobby Farraday, Chris Jorgenson and
Luke Wills into our group. We had regular suck 'n buttlick
parties at Coach's house on Saturdays. Whenever Coach found a
boy with an asshole he particularly liked checking for showers,
we'd attempt to find out how the guy felt about it all...with
the idea of having him join us. We didn't take so many showers
ourselves after that. Coach liked us that way. And we enjoyed
his pungent aroma more and more. Especially Bobby Farraday.
He sucked that asshole like mad!
   Mom finally brought the subject up about finding Wally
licking my butthole. She said she thought it was disgusting,
but that wasn't what bothered her the most. It was my mention
of the coach that had her worried. I told her the whole story
about how the coach and us guys got together regularly for fun.
I explained exactly what we do, and told her excitedly about
how I loved to blow and rim him.
   Seeing how happy it all made me, she smiled, relieved.
   "Well, just as long as you're happy, Johnny!" She kissed
me.


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