Date: Tue, 06 Jul 2004 21:16:57 -0400 From: alessandro abbondanti Subject: italian soccer coach I've been working on this story for a while, so it's rather long. I promised someone that I would write this for him, so it's not part of my "Mr. A and His Boys" series, although no doubt you will see some similarities. I wanted to make it a one shot deal (God knows I can barely keep up with one series, much less two!), so that's why some of the action is compressed and maybe doesn't delve into some things that you (and I) might like to see happen. Although there is an Alex in this story, it's not the same Alex as in the Mr. A stories. It's just the name that I was asked to use for one of the characters. I'm not sure how good this one is, but hopefully it does its job and the person for whom it was written (as well as everyone else) enjoys it. :) If you haven't read my other series, check it out in the High School section. Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. If you're not old enough to read this, go away. This story is fantasy. It didn't happen. It never will happen. Don't do it. This story contains depictions of sex between adult and teenage males. All roles in the movie of my life, however, are played by people aged 18 and over (and you should be 18 if you're reading this!). If you are not interested in reading about this (or other male-on-male sex), please leave now. This story is mine; don't steal it or post elsewhere without my permission. (That means it's copyrighted by me, in case you were confused.) ******************* Soccer at George Washington High School was rapidly displacing football as the favored sport among both the students and faculty. The newfound popularity of the sport was due in large part not only to the team's recent successes at the regional (champions two years in a row) and state levels, but also to its new, young, and enthusiastic coach. Michael Pietrolungo was 26-years-old and had just completed his second year as the soccer coach at GW. He wasn't a full-time employee at the high school; he only came in the afternoons to coach the soccer team. His team, the Eagles, had just returned from the state tournament. It was the second year in a row that they had lost in the finals. It was exciting to have made it so far again, but also disheartening to have lost again. Next year, however, Michael was determined to win, which meant that he'd be working the kids even harder than usual at the soccer camp that summer. Michael was bisexual, and he had known that ever since he had discovered sex (mutual jack-off session with his older cousin) in his early teens. He was equally attracted to men and women and had been in long-term relationships with both, but he was currently single and had been since his return from Europe two years ago. He played around, of course. At 5'10", 165 pounds, he was quite a catch. Years of playing soccer (Michael had been playing since he could walk and had been on school and club teams throughout his school years including in college as well as for two years professionally in Europe) had kept Michael in excellent shape. His upper body was lean and toned, although not overly muscular, while his years of soccer play had made his legs and calves pretty powerful. His ass, too, had developed into a hard, round mound of muscle. Throw in his Italian heritage--dark hair and eyes, olive skin--and it's easy to understand why Michael never had trouble getting any play. When Michael first applied for the job at GW, he was a little disappointed to find out that there wasn't a teaching position to go along with the coaching position. The previous coach, a man in his late 50s who taught history, had decided to give up coaching, but wasn't ready to retire yet. Although Michael had his M.A. in history/political science and his B.S. in computer science, the school wasn't able to offer him a teaching position as well, so he supplemented his income by tutoring and working at a local gym. Soon after he began coaching, Michael realized that it might have been a good thing that the school didn't have a teaching position open for him. Michael had long ago come to terms with the fact he was attracted to other men, but what he wasn't prepared for was the sudden attraction that he felt for the teenage boys on his soccer team. Although Michael wasn't a fulltime employee at the high school, they had given him an office in the gym. The realization of his attraction came to him early on, in fact, after the first full practice he held with the team. The boys had taken to him immediately. He was younger than their previous coach, who was still somewhat involved during the first several weeks of Michael's term as coach, so they connected with him better. They had some of the same interests and liked the same music, movies, and video games. Michael also wasn't afraid to get on the field with the players and show them exactly what he expected them to do, something that the older coach hadn't done for quite some time. As a result, Michael became popular very quickly. After their first full practice as a team, the boys were milling about the locker-room in various stages of undress, some wandering back from the showers, others wandering to the showers; some were modest and kept their towels carefully draped around their narrow waists, others walked around with their dicks swinging freely for all to see. Michael stood around chatting and joking with the guys, subconsciously checking them out--as he had done in every locker-room he'd ever been in before--comparing himself to them. He felt that familiar tingle in his crotch as the blood began to flow to his cock. At first, he thought nothing of it; it wasn't the first time that he'd been in a locker-room with other guys and started to throw a bone, but then it hit him: these were high school students, some as young 14-years-old. The idea that he could possibly be attracted to high school students had never occurred to him before that day. He had not, after all, ever really had a chance to be around them, except when he was also a high school student. He panicked, and excused himself to go back to his office. "Aren't you gonna shower, Coach?" one of the boys called after him. Michael did need to shower; he had been running around as much as the boys and was just as sweaty as they were. He turned down the offer, though, afraid that he might get completely hard in the communal shower. He knew that was a fairly natural thing, and the boys didn't seem to be bothered when a teammate had a similar reaction. He had already heard them teasing each other about so-and-so getting a hard-on or making fun of the size of someone's dick. He didn't feel comfortable being the one getting hard in front of them all, though, and so returned with, "I got some stuff to take care of, so I'll just hit the shower after y'all are finished." This didn't seem at all strange to the boys, who had never had one of their coaches shower with them before, but at least one was very disappointed. Alex Nelson looked wistfully after the coach. He had taken to Coach Pietrolungo right away. He liked that the coach got out there and played with them. The coach was a really good player, and had played professionally, just as Alex hoped to do. He loved the first practice and was looking forward to many more. After the boys were gone, Michael, peeled off his sweaty soccer gear and headed to the shower with his towel thrown over his shoulder. The pungent smell of the locker-room, that of sweaty teenage boys, hit him as he left his office, and his dick began to twitch. As he walked through the locker-room, everything that he had seen earlier that afternoon flashed through his head, and the memories of the naked and half-naked teenagers that he had spent the afternoon with caused the blood to start flowing to his dick. Stepping into the shower, Michael turned on the water and stood under the nozzle, letting the steam rise up around him as the hot water cascaded over his body. He was proud of his body. Although he was a little leaner up top than he wanted to be, it had never bothered him enough to make him actively work to correct it. His upper body was fairly smooth, with only a light dusting of hair on his chest and stomach, while his legs were hairy. Being overly hairy was one gift he was glad not to have gotten from his Italian heritage--his brother and father both being quite hirsute. Michael soaped up his body, cleaning off the dried sweat, grass, and dirt from the day's activities. He lathered up the soap under his arms and over his chest and stomach, reaching down to soap up his now semi-hard dick and pendulous balls. He rubbed his soapy hands around his crotch, cleaning his pubes and balls. He grabbed his dick in one hand and pulled on it, coating it with suds, and then lifted his ballsac and cleaned underneath. His cock and balls swung and swayed as his hands worked the area roughly. The attention, of course, caused his dick to harden even more. As Michael continued rubbing his cock and balls with his soapy hands, images of the boys began to pepper his thoughts. He didn't know them all that well, yet, but he would, and he did know what they looked like. Several stuck out in his mind, and he focused on this as he stroked his dick to full hardness and began to jack off in the shower. He thought about the fact that less than 30 minutes earlier the locker-room and shower had been teeming with testosterone-filled high school jocks, some getting hard just as he was, perhaps even jacking off in the shower (although he doubted that). Michael stopped jacking off and looked down at his hard-on. If he was happy not to have gotten the gift of body hair from his Italian ancestors, he was ecstatic to have gotten the gift of his cock. Everyone he had ever been with, man or woman, had admired his cock. It wasn't overly large, although at about 8 inches long and 6 inches around it was larger than average, but it was beautifully shaped. There were no irregularities in Michael's cock. Its shape was uniform, from the thick flared head down to the fat base. The head, broad and swollen, was in perfect proportion to the shaft, and shaft was of unvarying color. There were few visible veins, and they were all on the underside. His cock did not stick out from his body, but rather arched up to point at his navel even when he was standing. He put more soap in his hand and reached for his cock, pulling it away from his body. He started jerking his cock quickly, now, his stimulus nothing more than a series of disconnected images from his time in the locker-room that afternoon. Different boys, different bodies, different cocks, different asses flashed through his mind, but nothing specific and concrete. He jerked his cock hard, squeezing the base tightly and pulling his hand up the length of it; he squeezed the head, rubbing his thumb over the glans, and then pulled his fist back down. His jumbo egg-sized balls, another gift of which he was very proud, hung even lower than normal from the heat of the shower. The force of his strokes caused his balls to swing heavily back and forth between his spread legs. Michael's balls began to tighten, and he felt his orgasm begin to spread from the tip of his hard cock throughout the rest of his body. He let out a loud groan and started to shoot; he lurched forward, bracing himself against the wall with his free hand. The first three shots hit the shower wall with audible splats before he pointed his dick down and finished unloading on the tiled floor. His body shook when he came and his knees felt weak. As his orgasm subsided, he let go of his cock, which was softening and fell heavily over his balls, which were beginning to droop again. Michael stood up straight, cleaned himself and the wall, and turned off the shower. He dried off and went back to his office to change into his street clothes. And that's how it began. Michael at first wasn't sure how to react to this newfound desire; he was a little afraid of it, to be frank, but he was a smart guy. He knew that he couldn't actually do anything with any of the boys, and that there wouldn't be much of a chance for it anyway. Except everyday after practice and after home games and while on road trips. Okay, so there would be plenty of opportunities for something to happen, but Michael knew better. Besides, it probably wasn't really an issue of him being attracted to the boys as it was a natural reaction to being around a bunch of jocks in the locker-room again. After all, it had been a few months since he had been around so many attractive, athletic men. He was certain that the next day, he would have a diminished reaction. Except that he didn't. In fact, things were getting a little worse. He was starting to know the boys a bit better, getting all of their names straight in his head, and putting names (and sometimes dicks) with faces. He learned for instance that Jonathan, a sophomore at the time, and a member of the Varsity team, had the biggest dick on the team, bigger than the juniors and seniors. His closest competitor was Marcus, the one black guy on the team. Jonathan, therefore, was often referred to as "Meat" or "Big Jon". The first time Michael saw Jonathan's meat swinging, he did a double take. Soft, he hung at least 5 inches, even more after a shower, and if Big Jon "grow-ed" as much as he "showed" then he was packing an amazing weapon for someone who was not quite 16-years-old. There was also Luke, another sophomore, who had a decent sized dick, but the biggest balls Michael had ever seen, on a teenager or adult. Michael would learn later (much later) that Luke had other talents, when some of the other boys revealed to him that Luke liked to suck dick and "came like a fire hydrant". There were plenty of other boys, too, of various types, each with a slightly different build or a slightly different look and his own unique walk and talk and endowment. Michael learned them all, and enjoyed looking at them all, but one boy always stood out to him. That boy was Alex. Alex was a freshman and was a few months away from turning 15 when the soccer practices started. He was known as a "transitional player" meaning that although he was technically on the Junior Varsity team, he got to practice and play with the Varsity team sometimes. He was good, but as a freshman, wasn't quite at the Varsity level. Alex wasn't as big as the Varsity boys, yet, and didn't have their stamina, but he was working on it. He didn't mind, though, because he liked the time that he got to play with the Varsity guys, and he liked to check them out in the locker-room. Alex had liked Coach Pietrolungo, not that he could say the name at all, from the beginning and liked him more and more as the practices went on. The coach was way younger than the previous coach and seemed like more fun. He got out there and actually played with them; he didn't just stand on the sidelines and shout orders. He SHOWED them what to do; it was great. The coach had also played on a professional team in Europe. He wouldn't say which one, so he might have been lying, but the boys believed him. He was so good when they were playing together that it wasn't hard to believe that he had played professionally. He had been a little disappointed the first day when the coach announced that he wasn't going to shower with them. Not that Alex was surprised, since he didn't think many coaches showered with their players, but he was hoping that this one would, especially since he had been out on the field working just as hard as they were. Maybe some other time, he wished. Michael didn't know exactly what it was about Alex that drew his attention, but early on he felt a connection with Alex that he didn't feel with the others. Sure, Alex was cute and athletic, but they all were. Michael thought that perhaps it was because of Alex's enthusiasm. Alex loved soccer, there was no doubt about that, and it showed when he played. Alex never gave less than 100 percent when he was on the field, and he always paid very close attention to Michael's instructions. As the weeks progressed, it became clear that Alex looked up to Michael as a sort of hero. Alex admired Michael's skills on the field and aspired to play soccer professionally just as Michael had done. And Alex also thought that Michael was gorgeous. As the weeks progressed, Michael got to know the boys better, which, of course, didn't help rid him of his urges--it only made them worse. Some boys, naturally, liked him more than others, and these he talked to quite a bit. Regardless of how much they liked him, they all respected him. He was out there with them everyday, working as hard as they were, and often showing them up, ready to keep practicing long after they had tired out. Off the field, some of the boys saw Michael as more of a friend or an older brother than a teacher or coach, and Michael would chat with them before and after practice about everything from school to cars to video games, music, movies and girls (always a favorite). Michael tried to remember his position, namely that he wasn't just another horny teenage boy, but rather a man in his mid-twenties who was in charge of the horny teenage boys. Whenever the conversation turned to sex, Michael did his best not to involve himself lest he say something inappropriate. He did enjoy listening to them discuss it, however. Their discussions about sex were surprisingly frank and open. Some of them were eager to have it for the first time, talking enthusiastically about which girls at school they would like to do or what famous actress, musician, etc. Some of them, mostly the older boys, sounded quite experienced and worldly. Still others, however, said very little. Alex was one of these boys, Michael noticed. And so Michael's first year as coach passed like this. He saw these boys everyday, talked and joked with them, and tried to avoid any truly inappropriate conversations. Away games were also a struggle for Michael, who, even though he had seen all of the boys naked, found them even sexier walking around the hotel in just their boxers or pajama bottoms. At each hotel, Michael would have to go around to each room and check on the boys before curfew. Often, the boys would have to share beds, so Michael would knock on the door to find two beds each holding two boys. More than once, he walked in on a half-naked wrestling match between two or more of his soccer players. He heard stories of what went on with some of the boys after lights out: jack off contests, mutual masturbation, and blowjobs. Every night, Michael would return to his own hotel room and jerk off thinking about what might be going on in the boys' rooms. He knew that they told him about these happenings to gauge his reaction, and he thought (hoped?) to see if he wanted to get involved. There had been murmurs that some of the boys thought Michael was gay and that's why he was afraid to shower with them and never talked about his personal life or a girlfriend. Well, they were partly right, but what Michael found more interesting was the fact that most of them didn't seem to be bothered by the possibility that he was gay. There were not a lot of away games that actually required overnight stays, so Michael's biggest challenge still remained the locker-room, and the fact that he participated in every part of soccer with the boys except the post-practice shower came up during a celebration after their second place finish at State at the end of Michael's first year. The party celebrating their success took place at Jonathan's house. His parents were big supporters of the soccer program and had actually started the Soccer Boosters at the high school when Jonathan's older brother played. This was the first time in years that the team had made it to the state finals, so everyone was excited even though they had only walked away with second place. Jonathan's parents left the boys and Michael to themselves for the most part, showing up occasionally to see if more drinks or food were required. Jonathan had a pool, so most of them, Michael included, spent much of the day shirtless wearing only boardshorts. Michael had been sitting in one of the deck chairs for 30 or so minutes when some of the students decided to congregate near him. Big Jon was there as well as Luke, Alex, and a couple of others. Michael and the boys started chatting and, as invariably happened, the conversation turned to sex. Michael, always mindful of his ethical responsibilities, tried to remain out of the conversation. Finally, Luke said, "Hey, Coach, how come you never talk about this stuff with us? Like when we talk about girls? You gay or something?" Michael was shocked at first and then laughed. "No, Luke, I'm not gay. It's just that I'm not really supposed to talk about that kind of thing with you guys since I'm kinda like a teacher and you're students." Michael paused, wondering whether he should say the next thing that came into his head, and then said, "Besides, from what I've heard, you shouldn't be going around calling other people gay." The other boys laughed. "Yeah, yeah, still," he said. "You should join in. What about the shower thing? Is there some law that says you can't shower with us." "Hmmm," Michael said, "not that I know of. Why?" "Well it's just kinda weird that you don't," Luke said. "You do everything else with us; you're out there on the field with us. Why not shower with us?" "Yeah," Alex echoed eagerly. "Why don't you shower with us?" Alex had worked hard over the previous year and was determined to become the best soccer player that he could. He had been working out, so his body was getting bigger and stronger, and his stamina was much greater than it was at the beginning of the year. He was also always pulling Michael aside to talk to him about how he could improve and to ask Michael questions about his personal life like "Are you married? Do you have a girlfriend? How was Europe? Did you like it? What'd you study in college? Are you going to teach here, too?" Michael smiled at Alex's response and said, "I'm a little worried why you so desperately want me to shower with you." Michael winked at them. "Yeah, whatever," Luke responded. "I think that you're just afraid that even little Alex here will have a bigger dick than you." "Shut up, Luke," Alex said, pushing him. Luke laughed. "Nah," Jonathan said. "He's just afraid that I'll have a bigger dick than he will." "No," Michael replied laughing, "I KNOW that you have a bigger dick than I do." Everyone laughed. "So what's the deal?" Alex persisted. "Everyone else showers together." "I don't understand why it's so important," Michael said. He was beginning to get a bit uncomfortable with the questions. "It's just a team thing, I guess," Jonathan said. "Play together, shower together. It doesn't seem like it should be a big deal, but some of these guys, even though they respect you on the field, just think it's really weird that you won't get naked in front of them. It's like you're trying to hide something." "Did your other coaches shower with you?" Michael asked. They laughed. "No," Luke replied, "they didn't, but they didn't play, either. It feels almost like you're more of another player than a coach." "Is it really that big of a deal?" Michael asked. "To some of them, yeah," Jonathan answered. "Like I said, they feel like you're hiding something and it kind of makes them feel weird." Michael suspected that it was less of a team issue and more of a "these few boys want to see me naked" issue, but he relented. "Fine, fine. Starting this summer, I'll shower with y'all." "Yay!" Alex shouted. Everyone looked at him; he blushed and turned his head. Michael turned to Jonathan and raised his eyebrows; Jonathan shrugged. So that summer, Michael began showering with the rest of the players. He hoped that he'd be able to control his reactions to being in the shower with them. He had managed to keep himself from popping a full on erection when he was just standing around chatting with them in his soccer gear, but he wasn't sure if he'd have as much control when he too was swinging free. But there was only one way to find out. The boys had all seen Michael's body before, many times, so the fact that he was toned and in good shape wasn't a surprise to them when he wandered through the locker-room. What they hadn't seen before, however, and what elicited a series of approving murmurs and glances from a number of them was his swinging cock. Soft, Michael hung about as much as Jonathan did, although he was certain that Jonathan grew a good deal more. Of course, the appearance of Michael's endowment was greatly aided by the fact that as soon as he dropped his Umbros, his dick began to swell, and it got only worse as he walked to the shower. Their stares only made it worse, and by the time he got into the shower room, his dick had chubbed up quite a bit. Michael found that he was surprisingly not embarrassed by it and chose simply to ignore it. He figured if they didn't say anything about it, why should he worry? So Michael stepped into the room for his first shower with his State runner-up soccer players, and it was surprisingly not as stressful as he had anticipated. The boys didn't act any different, except for some to point out that he had actually gotten naked AND in the shower. Once he got under the water, his chubby dick had returned to its usual flaccid state. Gradually, Michael worried less and less about hitting the showers, and was a little disappointed that he hadn't trusted himself to control his reactions sooner. His attraction to the boys hadn't lessened, in fact it continued to grow the more that he was around them without being able to actually DO anything, but somehow he managed to keep things under control in the shower. As for the boys, most of them weren't at all concerned with the fact that he was showering with them, but a few, namely Jonathan, Luke, and Alex, paid him a little more attention than the others. Alex especially seemed interested in showering with Michael. He would wait until Michael headed to the shower before going there himself and try to pick one right next to Michael. He would also spend the entire time talking to Michael, asking him question after question or just chatting. Michael thought it was cute and didn't mind the attention. What Michael wasn't sure of, though, is if the attention was simply hero-worship or an actual crush. Michael thought Alex was cute. He was 15, now, and would be a sophomore the following year. Alex's body was also maturing, becoming more grown up, and Michael soon found that he really liked talking with Alex in the shower: it gave him an excuse to look at him for extended periods of time without it seeming weird. Alex seemed to have the same idea, as Michael caught him staring more than once. The summer ended and the boys were back at school, back to regular afternoon practices. Big Jon and Luke were now juniors; Alex was a sophomore and a full member of the varsity team. He played sweeper now, the last line of defense before the goalie. Things proceeded as they had the year before, except that some of the boys were markedly better than they had been the previous year, and Michael had a whole new crop of freshmen to contend with. Everything seemed to be going as planned, and then it happened. It was a couple of months into the school year. Michael was feeling horny that day; he wasn't sure why, but he was. After practice, Michael waited a bit longer than usual until the traffic in the shower slowed, and then he stripped down and headed to the shower. As usual, a few moments later, Alex arrived and took a place under the nozzle nearest Michael. Michael's horniness made him more flirty than usual, and he found himself glancing a little longer than normal at Alex as they both soaped up beneath the hot spray of the shower. Michael was scrubbing his chest and under his arms when he looked up and noticed that Alex was looking at him pensively, as if he was about to ask a question, but was afraid. "What's up, Alex?" Michael asked. "Huh? What?" Alex responded, shaking his head. "You looked like you had something to say," Michael said. "Oh. Sorry. I was just looking at your body," Alex said, looking sheepishly down at his own. "It's way better than mine." Michael chuckled. "Well, I've had a few more years to work on it than you have," he said with a wink. "Yeah, I guess," Alex said. "I'm really trying to build it up." "Give it time," Michael said, flexing his arms for Alex. Alex didn't move, but just stared at him. Michael then flexed his pecs and abs, showing a pretty good six-pack. Alex's mouth hung open as he watched his coach's display. The blood was rapidly flowing to Michael's cock and it was noticeably larger than it had been. "Wow. You have a six-pack," Alex said in awe. "Yep," replied Michael. "I sure do. And it's a bitch to maintain, too." He laughed. His cock continued to swell. Alex looked from Michael's stomach to his crotch. "Can I touch it?" Alex asked, licking his lips "What?" Michael said, shocked. "Your six-pack," Alex said, blushing. "Can I feel it?" "Oh." Michael said, somewhat relieved, but also a little disappointed. He had hoped that when Alex said "it" he meant, well, THE "it". "Sure, Alex," Michael said. Alex approached and tentatively stuck out his hand. The other boys in the shower, and thankfully only a few were left, seemed to be ignoring the development. Michael tightened his stomach muscles again, and each square ab returned to view. Alex touched Michael's stomach, running his hands up and down his "washboard". "Your stomach is way better than mine," Alex said, flexing his own stomach. Without thinking, Michael reached out and touched Alex's stomach, noticing for the first time that Alex's teencock was completely hard. Michael rubbed his hands on Alex's stomach, which was indeed softer than his own, but Michael could feel the muscle beneath it. Michael reached up and touched Alex's chest, which had the same feeling of hard muscle beneath a layer of baby fat--soft and hard at the same time. Michael's dick was now completely hard, sticking straight up and pointing at his navel. Alex's hands were so close, easily able to touch Michael's cock if he wanted to. Neither one moved; Michael held his breath, wondering what was going to happen next. Michael let go of Alex and reached down to grab Alex's hands. Should he move them to his dick? Out of nowhere, Luke suddenly shouted, "Whoa! What's this? Our reserved, upstanding coach letting his wood stand up in the shower while a player is touching him? And little Alex, too!" Michael let out his breath sharply, and Alex pulled away. "Oh shut up, Luke," Alex said. Michael laughed nervously. "Alex just wanted to touch my abs, Luke," he said. "There was nothing weird going on, despite what my 'wood' might indicate." "Been awhile since you've gotten some, eh, coach?" Luke said. Jonathan, who was also in the shower, laughed. "Now, Luke, you know that you blew me last night, but that hasn't stopped me from throwing a bone." He turned around to face them, and for the first time, Michael truly understood why they called this 16-year-old "Big Jon". His dick, which was impressive soft, grew to at least 10 inches hard and looked thicker than Michael's 6" circumference. Luke laughed. "Shut up, Jon," he said. "You know it was last week that I blew you, not last night." Everyone laughed, and Michael was especially relieved that the attention was no longer focused on him. Michael realized that the situation had been a little odd, and while he was certain that Alex, Jonathan, and Luke wouldn't say anything to anyone, he wasn't sure how the few other boys around would react. None said anything at the time, but what if they went home and said, "Hey, Mom, guess what I saw today after soccer?" Michael was angry with himself for letting it happen. He knew what the potential consequences were, but he let his horniness cloud his better judgment. At least, however, things hadn't gone too far. "So how long has it been, Coach?" Luke asked. "What?" Michael asked. "Since you got laid. How long?" Michael debated answering and shot back with, "More recently than you." "Oooh. A player, are we?" Jonathan teased. Michael just smiled. "Oh really?" Luke responded. "What was his name?" "Ha ha," Michael said. "HER name, actually, was Lee. Not everyone has the same desires that you do, Luke." Michael glanced at Alex, who looked down; was he disappointed to hear that? "Hey, I'm no queer," Luke said. "These homos just really WANT me to blow 'em. I never have, though." "HAH!" Jonathan shouted. "Keep telling lies like that, Pinocchio, and your nose is gonna grow longer than my dick." Jonathan grabbed his huge pole at the base shook it at Luke. "Well, you don't count," Luke said. "I mean, it was only once, and who could resist that monster?" Jonathan laughed. Alex had watched and listened to the exchange without saying anything. His dick, like Michael's, had returned to its usual flaccid state. "Why so quiet, Alex?" Luke, ever the inquisitor, asked. Alex didn't respond. "C'mon, little man," Luke said. "Just wondering when I'm finally gonna get some," Alex said, looking up and grinning. "I think that Coach Pietro-piet-whatever could help with that, from what I saw earlier." "Ha ha, Luke," Michael responded. "That was just a reflexive response, nothing more," Michael lied. No one said anything after that, but they finished showering and left to get dressed. Michael decided to be a little more careful in the shower from then on. He had thought that he had his desires under control, having made it through the summer and the first couple of months of the school year without an "incident," but now he'd have to be careful again. Outside of soccer, Michael had continued hooking up and dating as usual, finding himself with both men and women and never dating just one for an extended period of time. He had found a way to partially sate his desires--he started by seeking out college freshmen and, at the beginning of his first summer, recently graduated high school students, some as young as 17. It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but it was much safer to hook up with a first-year college student than a high school student, and he had plenty of fun with it. Fortunately for Michael, he lived in a city with two universities and a small college, so there were plenty of options. After the incident with Alex in the shower, Michael went home and called one of these guys that he had hooked up with before. His name was Jeff, and he was only 17. He had graduated from high school a year early and wouldn't turn 18 for several more months. Michael liked Jeff quite a bit. They had first hooked up over the summer, just after Jeff graduated and only a month after he had turned 17. To Michael, this put him in the same range as Luke and Jonathan, so he jumped on the chance when he found Jeff's posting on a personals site. Jeff was little, but solid. He stood about 5'7" and 145 lbs. He was quite muscular and worked out daily to stay in shape. His dick, much like Alex's, hovered around the 5-inch mark. The fact that he was small greatly aided Michael's fantasy when they were together. Jeff was a total bottom, looking only to make sure that Michael was pleased. He was very turned on by the fact that Michael played soccer (Jeff had as well) and was bisexual. While Michael's most pervasive desire lately was to hook up with one of his high school soccer players, Jeff's most pervasive desire, and had been since he was in high school, was to service straight men, to let them use him. Although Jeff had never openly admitted it to anyone, his greatest fantasy was to be used by a bunch of straight guys, fucking his mouth and ass. Jeff also loved cum, and he longed to be the center of a circle jerk, with a bunch of straight guys jerking off and shooting on him. The closest that he had ever gotten to fulfilling his desire was a threesome with his roommate and his roommate's pledge brother. As far as Jeff knew, they were both straight, but they had returned from a frat party drunk and horny one night. One thing led to another, and before he knew it, Jeff was sucking both of their dicks. He really hoped that once his roommate was accepted into the fraternity, there would be more opportunities for his services with even more clients. But right now, as he pulled into Michael's driveway, his thoughts were about what Michael needed. Michael opened the door and motioned for Jeff to come in, leading him to the living room without saying anything. Michael was wearing a wife-beater and Umbros without any underwear. Michael sat down on the coach and spread his legs. Jeff came over and obediently knelt between them. Jeff began servicing Michael by licking and kissing his calves, working his way up Michael's muscular legs to his crotch. He stuck his face in the loose nylon of Michael's shorts and mouthed the rapidly growing cock contained within. Jeff took Michael's semi- hard dick between his lips and lifted it up in the shorts, licking and sucking on it, before letting it drop back down. For several minutes, Jeff rubbed his face in Michael's crotch, nuzzling Michael's large nuts through his shorts and mouthing his dick. Once Michael was completely hard, he stood up and removed his wife-beater. His dick tented his Umbros, curving up and to the left. He grabbed Jeff's head and pulled it to his crotch. Jeff's mouth zeroed in on the spot of precum that had formed on Michael's blue shorts, and he covered Michael's cockhead with his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and tasting the precum. After a few minutes of this attention, Michael grabbed Jeff and pulled him to his feet. Michael, who stood slightly taller than Jeff, looked down into a face that seemed younger than it was, smooth and clean. Michael thought it looked like Jeff had never had acne or touched his face with a razor. He bent down and kissed Jeff, pressing his hard dick against Jeff and grinding on him. Jeff responded by pushing back, moaning a little as Michael's tongue invaded his mouth. Michael released Jeff from his kiss and reached down to remove Jeff's shirt to reveal his smooth, toned chest and stomach. Michael then pulled his own shorts down, freeing his thick, 8-inch Italian sausage while Jeff did the same to his pants, letting out his rigid 5- inch cock. Michael stepped back to admire Jeff's body, and his mind was flooded with images of Alex from earlier in the day. Jeff started to kneel again, but Michael stopped him. He flexed his abs and grabbed Jeff's hands, pulling them to his stomach. He rubbed Jeff's hands up and down his washboard stomach, through the light dusting of hair that covered his upper body. Jeff moaned in response. Jeff continued exploring Michael's upper-body, running his hands over his hard pecs and arms. Michael reached out and touched Jeff's body, fondling his chest and pinching his nipples between his index and thumb. Jeff moaned, closing his eyes and tossing his head back. "You have a nice body, Coach," Jeff said. Michael had asked him during one of their other sessions to call him Coach, and now Jeff did it without thinking. "Thanks," Michael said, placing his hand behind Jeff's head. He pulled Jeff closer, and Jeff planted his lips on Michael's chest. Jeff kissed Michael's pecs, first the left and then the right. He dragged his tongue across them, over the hollow part in between them, and licked and sucked on Michael's small, brown nipples. Michael maintained his grip on Jeff's head, holding it in place against his chest, allowing the young man to suck and nibble on his muscles. Slowly, Jeff worked his way down Michael's body, until he was once again on his knees. Michael's dick rose up in front him, 8 thick inches of Italian meat pointing towards his navel. Jeff stuck out his tongue and licked Michael's heavy, swinging nuts. He lapped at Michael's eggs like a puppy, weighing each on his tongue. He sucked first the right and then the left into his mouth, letting them hang on his face and chin. Then, sticking out his tongue, Jeff started at the base and licked his way to the tip of Michael's hard, throbbing prick. Precum had oozed from Michael's piss slit and gathered on the tip, slowly dripping down from his broad cockhead. Jeff lapped at Michael's precum, tasting it, and smearing it on his lips. He swirled his tongue around the corona of my Michael's oozing dick head. He got up slightly to get a better angle on Michael's cock and pulled the monster away from his body. Then, he took it between his lips, gently sucking on it while he stroked and caressed the shaft. Michael let out a long, contented moan as Jeff's lips closed around his dick. He pushed his dick down, so that it was directed into Jeff's mouth. Slowly, Jeff began to work his way down Michael's hard dick, swallowing it inch-by-inch. Michael rested his hand on the back of Jeff's head, silently urging him to take it all in, and Jeff did exactly what he was supposed to do. Michael felt Jeff's throat open to accept him and pushed the last few inches of his dick into Jeff's mouth. Michael's large, cum-filled balls pressed tightly against Jeff's chin; Jeff's throat contracted and squeezed on Michael's cock. Michael moaned loudly; Jeff whimpered, satisfied to have his mouth filled with Michael's jock cock. Jeff pulled back on Michael's cock, releasing the swollen head from the confines of his throat. He pulled the hard rod from his mouth and stroked it hard and fast, rubbing his thumb over the head. He slapped it against his face several times, dropping the head against his lips. Jeff pursed his lips and kissed Michael's cockhead, sticking his tongue out and swirling it all around the head before opening his mouth and swallowing it again. For several minutes Jeff continued worshipping Michael's cock with his mouth, tongue, and lips, before Michael finally stopped him and pulled his dick from Jeff's mouth. Michael's dick slapped back up against his stomach and swayed, twitching from the blood that throbbed in his swollen shaft. Michael knelt down and kissed Jeff again, laying him down on his back. Obediently, Jeff opened his legs for Michael. Michael pressed Jeff's legs up to his chest, revealing his tight, pink asshole. With Jeff's feet on his shoulders, Michael gently pressed his cockhead against Jeff's hole. Jeff moaned; Michael applied more pressure. Slowly, Jeff's ass opened, the sphincter spreading to let Michael in, and Michael's dick popped into Jeff's hole. Michael continued pushing forward, feeding every inch of his fat, Italian dick into Jeff's chute until his balls rested on Jeff's ass. Jeff's eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned, pleased. Michael pulled back just a few inches and then pushed forward, starting out slowly fucking Jeff. After a few minutes of teasing Jeff's ass like that, Michael started thrusting faster, gradually picking up the pace of his fuck. As Michael plowed into his ass, Jeff responded by thrusting his hips upward, shoving his body harder and deeper onto Michael's fat prong. Jeff writhed beneath Michael, who continued his deep, hard assault on Jeff's ass. "Oh yeah, Coach," Jeff moaned. "Plow me. Fuck my ass." Michael grunted and responded by fucking Jeff harder. He reached under Jeff's body and grabbed his shoulders, using them for extra leverage to pull down on his body, impaling him on his cock. Jeff screamed, his head falling back against the floor. Michael felt Jeff's ass begin to spasm around his cock and Jeff's balls drew closer to his body. "That's it, Coach," he said. "Make me cum." Michael shoved his dick into Jeff again and again, jamming his cockhead against Jeff's prostate. Jeff started to shoot, his thick cum flying from his hard cock and landing on his stomach. Remembering that Jeff liked to take the load in his face, Michael let go of Jeff and roughly pulled his dick from the boy's well-fucked ass. He knelt over Jeff, straddling his chest, and stroked his dick, pulling and squeezing on just the head. Michael knelt with one knee on the left side of Jeff's body; his other leg was bent at the knee with his foot planted squarely on Jeff's right side. With his right hand, he pressed against his balls and pelvis while he pulled on his swollen cockhead with his left. His orgasm was building; his balls tightened. "Oh fuck!" he groaned through clench teeth. "Here it comes, boy," he moaned. His piss slit opened; Jeff's eyes focused directly on it as the first spurt of cum erupted from Michael's swollen dick head and landed with an audible splat on Jeff's check. This spurt was followed by three or four others before Michael's orgasm subsided into a trickle of thick, white ooze which dripped from the swollen purple head of his dick onto Jeff's face. Michael let go of his dick and let it fall down over his balls, which had retreated from his body after his orgasm ended. His dick softened, some cum still oozing from the spent tip. Michael looked down at Jeff and imagined that it was Alex he had just fucked; Alex he had just cum on. Michael fucked Jeff a couple more times that night, leaving two loads in his ass, before they went to bed. The next day, after feeding Jeff his breakfast, Michael sent Jeff home. He couldn't get Alex out of his mind, now. Each time he shot in Jeff, he imagined that it was Alex. That night, he had dreamed about Alex. What was he going to do? The same thing he had been doing for the past year: pretend like his desires didn't exist. Michael was more careful after practice, now, making sure that there was no opportunity for anything even seemingly inappropriate to happen. He tried to distance himself from Alex and the others. Alex, meanwhile, tried to get closer to Michael; he became more inquisitive, asking Michael about girls and his weekends, trying to come up with reasons to touch Michael again (or to have Michael touch him). "Coach, I think that I hurt my quad, can you check it out for me?" Michael always did what Alex asked, even when he knew it was just an excuse to touch him. Slowly, their relationship began to grow closer again, and they were back to joking around in the showers and occasionally play-fighting. Somehow, Michael managed to avoid getting any more erections in the shower (although he was often seen with a nice chubby). So the second year passed, and the team once again made it to State only to lose again in the finals. The team was devastated, but Michael managed to remain positive. "We'll just have to work harder," he announced to them. "That means an even more rigorous summer program." Some of them complained about this, but others, namely Jonathan and Luke, looked forward to it. They would be seniors the next year and were determined to win the State championship before they graduated. Over the past year, Alex had continued working out and improving his soccer skills. As the summer began, he stood at 5'9" tall and weighed about 155 lbs. He wasn't huge by any means, but he had built up his body pretty well. His stamina had also improved greatly, and he had proven that he could go a whole game without needing to be substituted. He was growing up, and Michael found the changes in him even more attractive. The more that Michael watched Alex, the closer he started to feel to him. Alex still seemed to idolize Michael and had taken to following him around when he wasn't actually playing on the field. Michael started to see more of himself in Alex, as Alex listened closely to any suggestions that Michael gave him on the field and then executed them in the same way that Michael demonstrated. Their relationship off the field deepened, too, as Michael found himself hanging out with Alex whenever Alex had to wait for his mother to pick him up after practices. They used the time to chat, and their conversations became increasingly personal, until Michael considered them friends. As their friendship grew, Michael found that he became less obsessed with actually getting Alex in bed. He enjoyed the time that they spent together and their growing friendship; he liked just being around the boy. Shortly after summer began, Michael called Alex into his office to talk to him, "So I've been thinking about changing your position, Alex," Michael began. Alex nodded. "I wanna put you at midfield with Jonathan and Marcus and see how you do." Alex didn't respond. He had been wanting to move to midfield since the beginning of the last year, so Michael had expected him to be very excited, but instead, he looked pissed off. "What's wrong, Alex?" Michael asked. "Don't you want to play midfield? I think that you can do it. I've been watching you, and you've really improved. It'll really help us out next year, I think." "No," Alex said, "it's not that. I'm just pissed at my friend." "Why? What happened?" Michael asked. "Just fighting over stupid shit. He says that I told people something about him that I'm pretty sure I never did, but I dunno, and now he's not talking to me anymore. I'll be fine." "You sure that's all? You know that you can talk to me if you need to." Alex shook his head and then ran his fingers through his shaggy brown hair. Michael smiled, noticing how long the boy's hair had grown over the past year. Apparently the new hairstyle for teenage boys was to let their hair grow as shaggy as possible until it even covered their eyes. "You're gonna have to cut that soon or else you won't be able to see the ball on the field," Michael joked. Alex smiled weakly. "C'mon, Alex, talk to me," Michael said. Alex looked like he was about to cry, so Michael got up and walked over to him. He knelt near the chair. "What's going on?" "Well," Alex said, breathing out heavily before he began. "Promise not to freak out?" Michael smiled. "I promise." "My friend is gay," Alex said, "and he says that I told people that he is, but I never did." "Why would he think that?" Michael asked. "I don't know, but apparently someone called him a name and he was like, 'You're the only one who knows, Alex! How else did they find out?' And I was like, 'I dunno, but maybe they were just being an ass and don't really know.' But he didn't think that was possible, so we fought some more and now he hasn't talked to me since yesterday." "Wow, that sucks," Michael said, reaching out to pat Alex's thigh. "I'm sorry to hear that." Michael let his hand rest on Alex's knee, which Alex began to bounce in his nervousness. Michael looked up at Alex's face; he looked more angry than sad about the whole thing. "The worst part is," Alex said, "I don't know what he's gonna do, now, 'cause he knows stuff about me, too." Alex blushed bright red. "What stuff?" Michael asked. He could feel his dick begin to swell. Alex blushed and looked away. "I can't really tell you," he said and then trailed off. Michael stood up, his Umbros were slightly tented. Alex's eyes flitted across Michael's crotch and then looked him in the eye. "Well, Alex," Michael said, "you can always talk to me when you feel ready." Michael smiled down at Alex. Alex stood up. "Thanks, Coach," he said. "And midfield sounds great. I can't wait." For the first time since he came into Michael's office, Alex smiled. He turned around and left. Michael watched Alex walk out of the room, noticing Alex's round bubble butt. His mind filled with the image of bending Alex over and plowing his thick, 8-inch dick into Alex's 16-year-old ass. He smiled; he knew, or had a pretty good guess at least, what Alex was afraid to tell him. What could Alex's friend know about him that would be so frightening to a teenage boy? Only one thing, really. Michael finally had a pretty definitive answer: it wasn't just hero worship that was behind Alex's interest in him. Michael decided to wait to take a shower until after the other boys had gone. His encounter with Alex and the possibility of what could happen between them had left him quite horny, and he didn't trust himself in the shower with them. Besides, if past experience held true, Alex would wait as long as possible to take a shower in hopes of seeing Michael in there. When he was fairly certain that the boys were gone, Michael stripped down and wrapped his towel around his waist. He headed out into the locker-room and looked around. The place was pretty quiet except for the sound of water running. Michael headed back to shower room and saw Alex was there, standing unmoving under the spray from the showerhead. "What you still doing here?" Michael asked. Alex started and looked up. "Oh, sorry, Coach," Alex said. "I didn't hear you come in." "Running a little late, aren't ya?" Michael said. "Yeah, I guess so, but I was just thinking about stuff and kind of lost track of time." "It's cool," Michael said. "I was just surprised to see that someone was still here." Michael hung his towel up and stepped into the shower room. He stood under a showerhead near Alex and turned on the water. He started to lather up, trying to make small talk with Alex. "So any big plans this weekend? You just had a birthday, didn't you?" "Yeah," Alex replied. "I just turned 16 a couple weeks ago and got my license. No big plans, though. My parents don't really trust me, yet, to let me go out too much on my own." "Parents can be so annoying sometimes," Michael joked with him. Alex just smiled a little, his eyes fixed on Michael's movements. He watched Michael rub the soap along his muscular chest and arms; he watched Michael lather up his cock and balls. Michael's cock lengthened as he soaped himself. Michael looked up and saw Alex watching him. He winked at Alex and grabbed at his cock again, pulling down on it. "Feeling any better, Alex?" Michael asked. "Nah, not really," Alex said, still watching Michael. "What is it that you can't tell me?" Michael prodded him as he continued to pull on his dick. He was rapidly getting harder. He hoped that his guess about what Alex was afraid to talk to him about was right. Michael was completely hard now and was lazily stroking his rod. Alex's eyes remained fixed on Michael's crotch. He started to say something, but his mouth was suddenly very dry. He licked his lips and opened and shut his mouth several times. His own 5.5" cock was now rock hard, sticking straight out from his body; his balls were sagging heavily from the heat of the shower. "Am I bothering you, Alex?" Michael asked. Alex shook his head. "It's just that sometimes, a man's just gotta do it when the urge strikes, right?" Alex nodded. "I see that the urge has struck you, too." Michael walked over to Alex and stood right in front of him. Michael's hard dick curved straight up. He got close to Alex. "I gotta tell you something, Alex," Michael said, reaching down and putting his hand on Alex's hip. He grabbed Alex's hand and brought it to his crotch. "You did this to me, boyo," Michael said, wrapping Alex's hand around his thick cock. "Ever since I first saw you two years ago I've wanted to do this." Michael leaned in and kissed Alex on the mouth. Alex sucked his breath in sharply and gripped Michael's cock even harder. Michael covered Alex's lips with his own, pulling their bodies close together. Michael pushed his tongue into Alex's mouth and started thrusting his hips gently, sliding his cock through Alex's wet fist. Michael released Alex and stepped back, placing his hands on Alex's shoulders, he looked him right in the eye. "Is there something you want to tell me, Alex?" Alex nodded and licked his lips again. "I think that you're awesome, Coach," Alex said, speaking quickly. "And I've wanted to do stuff with you since I first saw you, too. You're so amazing. You're hot and you're good at soccer and I look up to you so much. I just never thought you would be into this. Not with me, anyway." "Why not with you?" Michael said. "You're a beautiful, hot, sexy boy." Michael ran his fingers through Alex's hair, looking him directly in the eyes. Alex blushed. "To be honest," Michael admitted, "before I started here, I didn't think that I'd be into it, either, but the first day after practice, when I saw y'all, I knew that I was in trouble. Why do you think I waited so long before getting into the showers with y'all? I was afraid of throwing wood in there! You, Big Jon, Luke. Everyone. It was like I had these desires I never had before, but there was something really special about you. You were really good as a freshman player, and so cute, too. I loved the way that you looked at me, but I didn't know if it was just like hero worship or if you were really into doing stuff with guys." Alex hadn't let go of Michael's dick the whole time and was still stroking it. Michael looked down. "I guess that answers my question. I suppose this is what your friend has on you? That you like guys, too?" "Yeah," Alex admitted. "I've only done stuff with a couple of guys, though. Just jacking off and sucking." "You wanna try more?" Michael asked. Alex nodded and blushed again. "Good." Michael stepped in close to Alex again and kissed him, pressing their bodies together. He ground his crotch against Alex's, their cocks pressed together. Alex's 5.5" teencock throbbed against Michael's 8" Italian meat. Michael reached down and cupped Alex's round, bubble butt and pulled on it, massaging the cheeks and pulling his body closer. Alex moaned, feeling his dick pressed against Michael's throbbing rod. Michael nibbled gently on Alex's lower lip and then kissed his neck, gently biting on his shoulder. Slowly, Michael worked his way down Alex's body, stopping to squeeze his soft, still developing pecs and nibble on his nipples. He bit each small, brown circle, pulling the nub gently between his teeth. He gripped Alex's upper arms and squeezed them, feeling his hard biceps, and continued his trip downward. Falling to his knees, Michael knelt face-to-crotch with Alex. He leaned in and kissed Alex's navel and abs. Alex's cock slid over Michael's shoulders. Michael grabbed Alex's hips and pulled the teen's crotch into his face. Burying his face in Alex's crotch, Michael began licking and slurping on the boys nutsac, taking each egg gently into his mouth and sucking on it, kissing and licking it before letting it fall from his mouth. He also pressed his face into the crevice where the thigh meets the pelvis and licked and kissed it, pressing his face against Alex's pelvic bone, causing Alex to groan loudly and grab onto Michael's head. Michael pulled back from Alex's crotch just slightly and kissed the side of his teencock. He rubbed his mouth up and down the length of it, letting his lips slide against the side before swirling his tongue around the tip. Using two fingers to grip Alex's hard cock at the base, Michael aimed the teen's weapon at his mouth. He gripped the root of Alex's cock hard and stroked up the length of it, milking the precum from it. A large, clear drop of prejizz oozed from the piss slit in Alex's swollen cockhead. With his fingers gripping Alex's cock tightly just behind the head, Michael stuck out his tongue and gently lapped at the head, which had swollen larger and grown darker. He flicked his tongue rapidly against the sensitive underside of Alex's cockhead and swirled his tongue all around the glans, scooping up the boy's precum on his rough tongue. Alex whimpered, his fingers locked in Michael's hair. Michael released Alex's cock from his grip and let the head slide between his lips. Alex panted and moaned again. Then, Michael opened his mouth and took all of Alex in, swallowing every inch of the high school jock's hard rod. He bobbed up and down on Alex's dick, keeping his lips wrapped tightly around the swollen shaft. Michael could feel every blood engorged vein on Alex's otherwise smooth shaft slide between his lips. Alex's legs were twitching and he gripped Michael's head even tighter as his hot Italian soccer coach bobbed his head up and down on his 16-year-old meat. While slurping and sucking on Alex's cock, Michael gripped the teen's ass even harder in his muscular hands, squeezing the smooth cheeks between his fingers. He pulled Alex toward him, causing Alex's balls to slap audibly on his chin. Michael sucked in his cheeks, making his mouth as tight as he could on Alex's rigid dick. Alex started to moan more loudly and doubled over Michael. His balls tightened. Michael knew what was about to happen and suddenly stopped sucking, freeing Alex's dick from his mouth. Alex's dick popped out from between Michael's lips and bobbed up and down, swollen and throbbing, slick with spit and precum. Alex breathed heavily and looked down at Michael pleadingly. "Not yet, boyo," Michael said, standing up. "Your turn to do me." Alex and Michael stood face to face again, and Michael placed his hands on Alex's shoulders, urging the boy to his knees. Alex gave Michael's body the same treatment that Michael had given his, feeling up on Michael's arms. Michael lifted his left arm and Alex buried his face in it, licking and sucking on Michael's pit. Michael flexed for him and Alex kissed Michael's bicep, wrapping his mouth around the large, round bulge. Then, he continued his way down, nibbling his coach's nipples before falling to his knees. He looked at Michael's dick and swallowed nervously. He had never sucked one this thick before, and he wasn't sure if he could do it. Alex looked up at Michael; Michael smiled encouragingly and ran his fingers through Alex's wet hair. Michael placed his hand on the back of Alex's head and pulled him forward, pressing Alex's mouth against his heavy nutsac. Alex stuck out his tongue and started lapping gently at Michael's swinging cum tanks. Alex sucked each one into his mouth, bathing them with his spit and tongue. Michael moaned. As Alex continued mouthing Michael's nads, Michael reached down and grabbed his thick dick. He pressed it against Alex's face. Alex moaned; Michael grabbed Alex by his shaggy brown hair and yanked his head back. Gripping his dick at the thick base, he started slapping it on Alex's cute face. He slid his dick back and forth over Alex's smooth face, beating his cheeks. Alex opened his mouth and Michael slapped his fat shaft and leaking cockhead on Alex's lips and tongue. Pushing it down, he slid his cock between Alex's lips and into his mouth. Michael loved to watch as a cocksucker's lips opened up wide around his thick meat, and it was no exception with Alex. If anything, it was even hotter to see his young soccer player with his lips stretched around his hard, Italian prong. He gripped Alex's head with both hands now and slowly fed his dick into Alex's throat. Alex gagged at first and pressed his hands against Michael's thighs, trying to push him out, but Michael held him in place. "Just relax, baby," Michael murmured, gently applying more pressure. Alex swallowed, allowing his throat to relax. Michael's cockhead slipped inside and Alex's throat closed tightly around it. Michael groaned loudly. "That's it, boyo," he grunted, pushing himself the rest of the way inside Alex's tight throat. Alex's tongue was pressed tightly against the underside of Michael's cock, and he slid it back and forth along his coach's turgid meat. Michael started to pull back, sliding his cock from Alex's throat. Alex swirled his tongue all around the swollen shaft, sucking his cheeks in tight around Michael's meat. Michael shoved his cock back in and began a leisurely, long-dicking face fuck of Alex's mouth and throat, slowly pushing his dick all way down Alex's throat and then pulling all the way back out. Alex knelt at his coach's feet, willingly accepting his long, fat cock. His orgasm was building, but Michael wasn't ready to nut, yet, so he pulled his dick from Alex's mouth with a loud plop and slapped it down on his face again. Michael caught his breath and then sank to his knees in front of Alex. He kissed Alex again, holding his head in his hands pulling their bodies close together. Michael reached around Alex and placed his hand on Alex's back. Using his hand as support, he gently pushed Alex backwards until he was lying on his back on the shower floor with Michael kneeling between his spread legs. Michael covered Alex's body with his own, lying on top of the younger boy. He nibbled on Alex's ear and growled into it, "I'm gonna fuck you, baby. You want me to, don't you?' Alex whimpered and responded by thrusting his hips up against Michael. Michael gently kissed Alex's teen body again, tasting his soft, skin and nibbling on his nipples and licking his pecs and stomach. Alex writhed beneath him. Michael slid down between Alex's legs and pushed them up to reveal his tight, virgin hole. Alex grabbed his thighs and lifted them up for Michael, showing him his puckered ass. Michael stuck out his thick, rough tongue and started licking Alex's ass. It was clean and soapy from the shower. Michael slid his tongue into the tight sphincter and started tongue-fucking Alex. Alex twitched. Michael sat up and gingerly inserted one finger into Alex's hole, reaching around inside to press on his prostate. Alex's dick twitched and leaked. Michael slid another finger in, opening Alex's hole for his fat cock. With two fingers now attacking his prostate, Alex twisted beneath him, his eyes closed and his head rolling back and forth. His cock twitched and throbbed even more. Removing both fingers from Alex's ass, Michael gently pressed his swollen cockhead against the opened hole. "Look at me," Michael said, leaning over Alex. Alex opened his eyes and looked at Michael. Michael stared into Alex's eyes as he slid his cock into Alex's hole, taking his teen jock cherry. Alex's eyes grew wide, and his mouth gaped open. Michael's swollen cockhead popped through the sphincter, stretching it even more than it had been with his two fingers. Alex tensed beneath Michael and sucked in his breath sharply. He gripped Michael's back tightly. "Relax, baby," Michael said, rubbing Alex's chest. Tears welled up in Alex's eyes. Michael bent down and kissed him, still sliding his cock into Alex's ass. Alex tensed up again, biting his lip. Michael paused, waiting for Alex to relax again, and then finished feeding his dick into Alex's tight ass. Michael was breathing heavily, his balls resting tightly on Alex's smooth, round ass cheeks. Michael made his cock twitch inside Alex's ass, pressing it against his prostate. He started grinding his hips so that his dick head slid repeatedly over Alex's g-spot. Soon, Alex was also rotating his hips, grinding his hard 5.5" dick against Michael's stomach. Taking this as a sign that Alex was ready for a real fuck, Michael slowly slid his dick out of Alex's ass, feeling the tight hole contract and twitch on his invading prick as inch by inch his meat reappeared from the boy's once-virgin ass. Michael pulled out until just the head remained lodged inside the tight muscle of Alex's sphincter, and then he shoved it back in. Leaning over Alex again, their eyes met, and Michael began fucking Alex faster, pulling his dick out just a little and then hammering it back in, pounding Alex's teen pussy like a jackhammer. "Is this what you've been wanting?" Michael asked, pushing his dick in and out of Alex. "Needed my big dick in your high school cunt, Alex?" "God YES!" Alex screamed. "Fuck me, Coach!" Michael's balls slapped loudly on Alex's ass with each downward thrust; Alex bucked his hips, arching his back off the floor to shove himself harder onto Michael's hard Italian meat. Michael reached under Alex and held him, pulling his body close to his while he fucked his dick in and out of Alex's ass. Alex bit Michael's shoulder; Michael cried out and started thrusting harder. Alex's started breathing heavily. "I'm gonna cum, Coach," he grunted in Michael's ear. "Do it, Alex," Michael breathed. "Bust all over us." Alex groaned loudly; his ass contracted tightly around Michael's fat cock. Alex's rigid teencock twitched against Michael's abs and unloaded, his watery teencum hitting Michael's stomach and chest and dripping down onto his own. Michael pulled all the way out of Alex's ass, sliding his sticky body off Alex's, and then plowed back in, going balls deep in Alex's tight hole. His nads contracted, pulled up to his body, and Michael started unloading. His dick twitched and throbbed as shot after shot of his thick Italian cream fired into Alex's ass, coating the teen's insides with hot spunk. His orgasm subsided, and he collapsed on top of Alex. He kissed the boy again and looked into his eyes. He slid his softening cock from Alex's wet, used ass. Alex was still hard, and Michael could feel his dick throbbing against him. Alex started grinding on Michael again. Michael got off of Alex and knelt there as Alex also got up on his knees. Michael's softening dick hung down over his balls, nearly touching the shower floor. Alex's erect dick stuck straight out. Alex moved forward suddenly, kissing Michael deeply on the mouth, gently pushing him backwards. Michael fought it at first, not usually one to get fucked, and pushed back against Alex, feeling his teen body. The feeling of Alex's body was hard for Michael to describe. It was both soft and hard as there was strong muscle still insulated by a layer of baby fat. He felt Alex's body tense against his as the younger boy struggled to push Michael onto his back. Michael gave in, wanting suddenly to feel this teen stud fuck him. Lying down with his legs spread, Michael pulled his knees up to his chest, exposing his tight ass to Alex. Alex reached down and gently slid a finger into Michael's hole. Michael winced slightly, holding his breath, and then let it out as Alex's thin finger found his prostate and tickled it from the inside. Michael's dick twitched and started to grow again, swelling and lengthening. "That's it," Alex muttered. "Get hard for me again." He slipped another finger into Michael's tight hole. When Michael was completely hard, Alex removed his fingers and pressed his dick head against Michael's ass. Michael pushed down, causing his hole to open. At the same time, Alex pushed forward, and his dick head disappeared into Michael's ass. Michael's sphincter closed tightly around the pole, and Michael used his muscle control to squeeze and milk it, pulling on Alex's hard teencock. Alex groaned, nearly falling down on top of Michael. Michael smiled and reached around to grab Alex's ass. He pulled Alex down onto him, taking every bit of Alex's 5.5" cock into his ass. Alex's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Michael continued milking him with his ass muscles. "Oh my God," Alex groaned. "It's so fucking tight." He breathed heavily. Michael started thrusting his hips, pulling his ass off of Alex's cock and taking him back in. After a few moments, Alex took over and started fucking his coach. Michael wrapped his legs around Alex's waist and used them to keep the boy as close to him as possible and to keep him from slipping out as he fucked, wildly pulling his dick from Michael's ass and shoving it back in. His balls hit Michael's ass again and again as he fucked, his cock sometimes hitting Michael's g-spot and sometimes missing. Michael thrust back, holding the boy tightly against him, his hard, fat cock rubbing on Alex's smooth stomach. Alex wasn't going to last long, and Michael knew it. He started kissing Alex's neck and shoulder, nibbling on his ears. "That's it, boyo," he growled into Alex's ear. Alex shuddered against him. "Fuck my ass, you teenage stud. Shove that dick into me. Cum in me, baby." "Oh fuck," Alex groaned. "I'm gonna nut." Alex shuddered and collapsed on top of Michael; his dick twitched inside Michael's ass as several jets of his soccer jock spew shot into his coach. Michael wrapped his arms around Alex and rolled him over so that he was on his back again. Michael slid off of Alex's shrinking cock and started stroking his dick quickly as he knelt over the boy, whose breathing was slowing down. Michael aimed his dick at Alex's face; his orgasm was building, and he could feel the load working its way up his long, thick shaft. His cock head swelled and his piss slit gaped open. Michael grabbed Alex by the hair and turned his head up to look at his cock. Alex's eyes grew wide as he saw his coach's cockhead so close to his face; he watched the piss slit open and close, and then the first volley of thick spooge shot from Michael's cock and hit Alex in the face. The first stream was followed by 6 others as Michael coated Alex's cute face with his jizz. His orgasm subsided and the remaining cum dribbled from his cockhead. Michael gripped the base of his dick and squeezed along the shaft to the top, milking the last of the load from his cum tube. It dripped down onto Alex's chin. Michael let go of his cock and it drooped down over his weighty sac again. He rubbed it on Alex's face, smearing the cum around a bit, and smiled down at the boy. "I've been wanting to do that for a LONG time," Michael said. Alex laughed. "Yeah, me too. I wish we had done it sooner." Michael grinned. "Me too, but I wasn't sure." He got off of Alex and sat down next to him, catching his breath. "You sure you're okay with this?" Michael was feeling a slight twinge of panic as the gravity of what he had just done occurred to him. "Oh yes!" Alex said eagerly. "I want to do it again!" Michael laughed. "Well, not tonight. It's getting late, and I bet your parents want to know where you are." "Fuck! You're right," Alex said. "But can we do it again? SometimeÉ" "Hell yes," Michael said. "That was hot. Never had a teenager fuck me before." "I never had an adult fuck me before," Alex responded, grinning. They got off the floor, cleaned up, dressed, and went their separate ways that night. For the rest of the summer, they continued meeting once or twice a week after the other boys had left. A few of the smarter boys, namely Jonathan and Luke, started to wonder why Alex sometimes took so long to shower and why the coach sometimes looked at Alex funny, but they never said anything. They, of course, got their answers later, and Michael found out exactly how good Big Jon was with his gift. At the end of the summer, Michael was offered a position at the high school teaching their computer classes. This made Alex very excited, and he promised to take Michael's class. Michael was also very excited as it meant that he had the opportunity to meet even more of Alex's classmates. None, however, was ever as special to him as Alex, and their relationship continued to deepen. ******************* What'd you think? It's not my best work, because I tried to contain a lot of information in as little space as possible in order to prevent this from turning into a lengthy series, which it could easily have become. (And I'm not very good at the non-sex parts!) I know that the ending is pretty hokey, but I wanted to give some idea of what happened between the two after they finally got together. If you haven't checked out my other series, I would encourage you to do so. It's called "Mr. A and His Boys" and can be found in the high school section. I also have a Yahoo! Group dedicated to the series. It can be found at . I will send notices to the group when a new story is posted to Nifty and I will also post the stories (including any bi versions) in the Files section. Feel free to contact me, e-mail: grossoitaliano@hotmail.com; AIM: grossoitaliano.