Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2012 01:37:09 -0400 From: Jay Boy Subject: My name is Jeffy - part 4 My name is Jeffy Part 4 - - - - - - - - - - - - - Disclaimer: This story, and all characters and situations herein, are fictional. Any similarity to actual persons or situations is purely coincidental. - - - - - - - - - - - - - As I've mentioned before, I loved keeping my body in great shape; not only for my own health but also because the men I got with enjoyed using a boy who was in excellent physical condition. My love for healthy living eventually inspired me to join the soccer team. I enjoyed the sport itself but of course, being that it was me, there were alternate motives. I was attracted to the soccer coach, Martin Haze. He was a tall, muscular and beefy white man with sandy-brown hair in his mid-thirties. Although his face was clean shaven, it was obvious the rest of him was hairy. His arms were hairy; I could see the brown tuft of hair peeking above the V in his polo shirt; and he was packing a nice piece of equipment in those sexy slacks he always wore. He was a dream come true for a fourteen year-old slut like me. As you may have noticed, I had developed something of a fetish for hairy white men. After getting fucked so well and repeatedly by Carl, I was hooked. Anyways... I was the team's best striker. I was fast and accurate, easily dribbling circles around the defenders of most of the other teams and fooling their goal keep into lunging the wrong side of the bars. My team mates loved me, and so did the coach; which really made my day. After one particularly difficult match, we ended up winning by a single goal: one-nil in our favor, and it had been me who had scored the decisive penalty kick. Coach grabbed me up in his arms and hugged me despite the fact that I was drenched in sweat and the sticky remnants of the sports drink my team mates had dumped on me in celebration. I got an instant boner as coach smooched me on the cheek. There was no way he didn't feel my cock pressing against his muscular body. Then, he kissed me again; full on my lips. I was surprised when he broke the kiss and realized he had a smirk curling his lips. I had seen that look so many times before, and it made my cock throb. "Let's go to my office, Jeffy. I got a surprise for my special striker," he grinned. Once safely behind the locked doors of coach's office, he embraced me again. This time I felt his package pressing against my thigh. He was rock-hard, and it felt huge through the fabric of his slacks. I grinned up at him and he smiled down at me. "Touch it," he encouraged. He didn't have to tell me twice. I took hold of the firm pole and stroked it through the fabric. He moaned deeply and the sound reverberated through my body. I pressed my head to his chest and let out a sigh of happiness; knowing I was pleasing him. I felt his big warm hands slide into my shorts and grope my smooth buttocks. "Lucky thing I make all you boys wear jock-straps," he chuckled as his fingers found my asshole and teased the rim, circling just round the outside. "Me too, coach. It makes me feel sexy." "I bet it does, Jeffy. You got such a nice black ass. I've wanted to fuck you for so long." "Then what are you waiting for, coach?" I asked, smiling up at him. By that point, my cock was straining against the cotton of the jock-strap. I was to the point where I felt like begging the coach to fuck me. I couldn't handle the suspense any longer. I needed him to fuck me, right then and there! "Take off everything but the strap." I did as told and posed for him; my back to him and arched to make my round athletic butt look even more prominent. He groped my buttocks then unzipped and whipped out his cock. It was nice and thick. Not as gigantic as Carl's but it certainly was an ass-plunger, and I knew I would enjoy having it stretch my hole. He rubbed that big white cock along the crack of my ass, leaking plenty of warm, sticky precum. "I'm going to enjoy fucking this tight boy-hole," he growled. He stripped naked, and I was in awe of his body. He really was a beefy hunk of man, with a fuzzy chest, pits and pubes. Even his thighs and legs were nice and hairy. I took hold of his erection and stroked it a bit, making him moan. With my free hand I cupped his heavy, hairy pink balls, and gave them a little squeeze. "I want you to pump all that hot man-seed into my hole, coach." With the quickness, he had me on all fours on his desk, my buttocks hanging just over the edge. He rubbed his thick precum over my winking pucker then pressed in hard. He was as impatient to plow my depths as I was to receive him fully inside me. I howled in response to the intense burst of pain as my sphincter was violently stretched but I breathed deeply and maintained my composure. Just as quickly, my talented anus adapted to the thick fuck-meat pulsing inside of me. Coach grasped me by the hips and started thrusting through me. He was not gentle, nor did I want him to be. He was slamming his pelvis into my buttocks from the get-go; plunging his big white shaft deep in my black fuck-tunnel, making me coo and causing beads of perspiration to form on my forehead from the intensity of it all. He grunted and huffed into my ear as he pressed his hot, fuzzy chest against my back. He had one hand planted firmly on the desk; the other wrapped tight round my chest to hold me steady as he continued hammering into me. "Like this, Jeffy? Like your coach's big cock in your tight hole, boy?" "Yeah, coach! Yeah, I like it," I breathed between grunts and gasps. I was feeling that big dick damaging my insides in the most beautiful way possible, and I was loving every moment of it. Every time he slammed in really deep, pain-filled pleasure shot through my nether regions; making me moan out loud and lustfully like the hot little slut that I was. It felt so damn fucking good; having coach plowing my guts. For well over an hour, coach used and abused my hole. By the time he was nearing his climax, both his big, rough hands were gripping my shoulders and he was drilling into me with abandon; his pelvis slapping hard and stinging against my sore buttocks while his big hairy balls slapped hard against my skin. Hot burning filled my rectum as he had worn down my hole with the friction and the heavy pounding. I howled and whimpered with every thrust, yet my cock was so fucking hard! It was painful as hell trapped inside the tight confines of the jock-strap; begging for relief. "Ooooooooooooh, coach! I can't take anymore, coach!" I whined, feeling as though my hole was being ripped apart by that mighty white cock plunging through it again and again and again. "I'm almost there, Jeffy! C'mon, be a big boy! Take this fucking cock, you hot little slut! TAKE IT!" I cried out as he went into over-drive, giving me a true deep-plowing. Hard and fast and rough, his cock was knifing through my poor tunnel. He clamped his big hand over my mouth to muffle my screams as he pummeled my sore tunnel into oblivion. His arm slammed across my chest, pulling me against his hairy chest as he growled into my ear. "YEAH, JEFFY! HERE IT COMES! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!" I felt his big cock pulsing and pulsing heavily, blasting his stinging hot cream up my tender bowels. I screamed into his big hand, my eyes opened wide as the hot man-seed flooded my rubbed raw tunnel. He panted into my back; his hulking, sweaty body on top of me as his cock continued pumping hot semen into my depths. Finally, it stopped and he slowly pulled out. "Such a sweet, hot black boy ass," he mumbled, slapping his hard cock against my hole. I was amazed that his dick had stayed rock-hard. He looked like he was ready to fuck my ass all over again, and I whined in both anticipation and anxiety. My cock had remained hard as steel throughout my ordeal, and a part of me was eager to have my sore tunnel plowed again. He sighed and I gasped as he shoved his hard cock back up inside of me and pulled me back onto his chest. He shoved down the waistband of the jock-strap and took hold of my rigid teenage dick. "I want you to come, boy! Shoot all that hot black boy sperm for your coach! Clamp that hot boy-hole down on my cock!" he whispered in my ear while rapidly stroking my hard cock; squeezing it tight in his fist. "Yeah, coach! Yeeeeeeah! Y-You're-You're gonna m-make me CUM!" I cried out as the first shots of my hot cream blasted from my cock. It shot straight out along the desk, then came the second, third, fourth, fifth shots; each as powerful as the first. I shuddered and moaned like a whore in heat, with my asshole clamped down tight on coach's big cock. He continued stroking my hard cock as it drooled the last of its load whilst pinching my stiff, sensitive nipples with the hand planted to my chest. My entire body quaked and I remember flopping back in coach's arms then everything went black. By the time I regained consciousness, I was lying face-down on the leather sofa in coach's office. My hole was pulsating with a dull ache; a reminder of the brutal pounding I had recently taken. Thick cum was oozing from my gaping tunnel. I became aware of two thick digits probing as far as they could go, all the way to the knuckle; churning and squishing round inside my cum-flooded hole. "Coach?" I inquired groggily, looking back over my shoulder. "Close but no cigar, kid," a man's voice chuckled. My blurry vision cleared and I managed a smile as I realized that the man fingering my hot tunnel was none other than Carl. Coach stood close by; his cock hard as ever, watching the action unfold. "How'd you get in here, Carl?" I asked. "Me and Coach Haze go way back," he grinned, "We've fucked a lot of boy-hole together. When he told me about this black kid on the soccer team that he had wanted to fuck for so long, I got excited. But it was when he gave me the description that it clicked and I realized he was talking about you. I basically gave him the run-down about you and how much of a slut you were. Hope you enjoyed his cock for the first round." "First round?" "Yes, Jeffy. You didn't think two horny boy-fuckers like us would leave your talented black ass un-fucked just because it's a little bit sore, did you?" "No, sir!" I grinned broadly, feeling my cock stir beneath me, "I want you guys to fuck me again!" "And we intend to," Carl grinned, mounting me. I moaned deep satisfaction at the sensation of his gigantic white cock sliding easily all the way deep inside my hole; feeling it nestle into my bowels. Then he started sliding back and forth through me, and I cooed as my eager boy-tunnel went into spasms from the sheer pleasure of it all... - - - - - - - - - - - - - Feed back is appreciated, thanks. All comments, queries and criticisms to: jayboy2785@gmail.com. And please remember to donate to Nifty to keep the hot free stories flowing for a long time to come.