Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2011 10:25:34 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 19 Sissyboy Scenes 19 By Beautiful Creamer Wet Sissyboys "Breathe and PULL the water! Breathe and PULL," Coach David Strokes shouted to his young swimmers. Cooper Fishman was breathing and pulling as hard as his ten-year-old lungs and arms could endure. Cooper loved swimming and he loved being on the Lushbottom Elementary School varsity swim team. But Coach Strokes was a really tough coach. It was definitely HIS way or the boys would be spending all their time on dry land. And the Lushbottom Minnows loved being wet! It was Coach Strokes' first year at Lushbottom, so no one had known what to expect. The kids, parents and alumni were delighted when the Minnows, who had won three and lost eleven meets the previous year, won their first four meets under Coach Strokes. "Under" Coach Strokes was what a lot of his teammates wanted to be, Cooper giggled to himself. Coach Strokes had lots of rules, but that was made a great team, right? Coach told the boys, aged 9 to 11 what to eat and what time to go to sleep and how to keep their young, athletic bodies super-fit. That made sense to Cooper. The part where Coach Strokes told the boys and their coaches what to wear...well, that was what everyone thought, at first, was odd. The ten members of the Lushbottom Minnows swim team, the four assistant coaches and Coach Strokes himself all practiced naked! Five days a week, two-and-a-half hours a day! Starkers! Ten precious, pretty, hairless boys, four buff, hairy high-school men-boys and one 35-year-old stud. Showing everything that had to each other. On Saturdays, during the meets, of course, the boys wore bathing suits. Skimpy ones. Practically thongs. Much skimpier than their opponents' suits. Which was probably why, even at away meets, the Lushbottom Minnows were the crowd favorites. The Minnows meets drew a crowd, not just family and friends. At first, the boys were terrified to practice naked. But Coach Strokes said, "The number one reason that boys your age do poorly in competition is that they're self-conscious about wearing those Speedo suits in public. If you practice naked, you'll feel very dressed in your bathing suits on Saturdays." Cooper was only ten, as noted, but he thought that, perhaps, the number one reason that boys his age did poorly in competition might have had more to do with bad technique or poor fitness. But Coach Strokes was the coach and he knew best. The first naked practice was very strange. What with the boys trying to hide their nakedness and all. But when the coaches carried through on their own promise to be naked, it didn't seem as bad. Cooper and his best friend Anthony actually giggled when they saw that Coach Strokes was like totally erect during the entire practice, as were the four assistants. Cooper and Anthony couldn't help but notice that Coach Strokes' "man thing" was exceptionally large. And fat. The assistant coaches' man things were bigger than the boys' little peeners, of course, but Coach Strokes outcocked them all. Cooper didn't know why the coaches would be "sticking up" like that. Sometimes Cooper's thing stuck up when he saw a pretty girl, but there were no pretty girls anywhere near the pool. Odd. Cooper didn't stick up once during that first practice. But Anthony did. Especially when Assistant Coach Hunter Aquasmith was in the pool touching Anthony, showing him how to do the side stroke. Like the other assistants, Hunter was an 18-year-old high-school senior who was volunteering his time without compensation. Monetary compensation, that is. Hunter seemed to enjoy being around the younger boys very much. Helping them. Assistant Coach Parker Glidewell spent a lot of "touch time" with Cooper that first practice, but Cooper's penis didn't get stiff. Maybe just a tiny bit. When Parker's big, stiff cock brushed against Cooper's pink globes in the water. Accidentally. Speaking of big, stiff cocks, Cooper couldn't help but sneak looks now and then at Coach Strokes' monster! The boys were all giggling about it after practice that first day. How did he button his pants with that thing sticking up like that? When boys got to be 18 and became men, they must always be stiff, the boys speculated, since there was nothing at practice that would excite the coach and his assistants. On the second day of practice, Cooper felt as if he were learning to swim all over again. Way better than the way he had learned from last year's Coach Deadweight. The assistant coaches sure were, "hands-on," Cooper thought. Especially that Parker guy, who seemed to have taken a special interest in Cooper's swimming development. On the third day, having yelled at the boys all the way through practice, the coaches set the last half-hour aside for restoring the boys' self-esteem. Which is an essential part of any American school's core curriculum. We may be 17th in the world in math and science, but we're number one in self-esteem. Each of the five coaches sat and took two boys onto his lap, one sitting on each hairy thigh. Which tickled. And made Cooper's willie stand up. Cooper couldn't help it. He was sitting on Parker's left thigh and nine-year-old Robert was sitting on Parker's right thigh. Robert's brother, Chip was one of the assistant coaches and Robert, despite his youth, seemed to feel more comfortable with all the odd goings-on than the other boys. Cooper couldn't help but look at how extra-stiff Parker was with two beautiful, naked boys on his lap. And how that strange gooey stuff kept leaking out of the place where the pee came out as Parker praised the boys for their hard work and dedication to the honor of Lushbottom Elementary School. Cooper was blushing throughout. Not just from the praise. Cooper couldn't be sure, but sitting naked on a naked coach's lap seemed kind of "gay" to him. Though Robert didn't seem to have any reservations at all. In fact, unless Cooper was really way off base, Robert seemed to be shyly flirting with Parker. Fluttering eyes, bashful smiles. The sort of things that girls did to men when they wanted something. But maybe Cooper was mistaken. Anyway, the self-esteem stuff ended and practice was over, Cooper went to take a shower and get dressed. Looking for Anthony. Where was he? He had been one of the boys on Coach Strokes' lap, Cooper thought. Well, no biggie. Cooper got dressed and went outside where his Mom was waiting to take him home. The next day was Saturday and the first meet was still a week off. So practice was in the morning. It ended with a self-esteem session again, that time Cooper was on Coach Hunter's lap across from an 11-year-old named Finn. Something odd was afoot. Finn was smiling at Hunter and really connecting with the high-schooler, while naked Cooper was just kind of sitting there. Cock definitely up. But unsure why. And not eager to find out. When practice was over, Cooper got dressed, but several of the boys, including Finn, stayed behind. That was odd. Fortunately, Anthony was not among the laggards that Saturday, as he was sleeping over at Cooper's house that night. Which was always fun. The boys played ball outside, had supper and did the video games thing. Then went to bed. Sharing Cooper's double bed, as they always did. Except... Anthony wasn't wearing pajamas. He was naked! Anthony saw Cooper's puzzlement and said, "I stopped wearing pajamas after the first practice. I sleep naked now. It's so much freer. I like being naked, don't you? Cooper thought about that. He did like being naked. At practice. It wasn't just "freer." There was something exciting about it too. But he did NOT want to be naked in a double bed with a naked Anthony. Or did he? Like any boy, Cooper was never allowed to show fear. Scaredy cats are treated like, well, scaredy cats. So Cooper shucked his pajamas and got into bed with the naked, lovely Anthony. The bed was big enough that they didn't have to touch. So why was Anthony's leg touching Cooper's? "Wanna hear a really big secret?" Anthony asked. "One you can never tell anyone, cross your heart and hope to die?" The very best kind of secret! Cooper eagerly agreed. Anthony took a deep breath and said, "I kissed Coach Strokes' penis." Cooper felt as if he had been kicked in the stomach. Huh? Coach Strokes was gay? Anthony, Cooper's best friend, was gay? And he and Cooper were in bed together? Naked!!! Cooper's 3.6-inch penis was stabbing his belly button. He choked out, "How?...Why?" Anthony propped himself up onto his side and moved even closer to Cooper. "After practice yesterday, I sat on Coach Strokes' lap, remember?" Cooper remembered. "Well, I can't tell you how excited that made me. I almost fainted from being so close and all to a man like that. So mannish, you know?" Cooper wasn't sure he knew, but he nodded. "I guess I was all flushed and obvious about it because when practice was over, Coach sent Charlie to the shower and he asked me if I would help him with something in the coach's office." The oldest trick in a very old book. It only works on the willing. Anthony was very willing. "So we went back to his office, both of us still naked, of course, and the only thing he wanted help with was emptying his balls." [giggle] Cooper blushed. That was a naughty thing to say about a grownup, especially your coach. "Coach Strokes sat down and held his arms open for me. I sat on his lap again, but that time I got both thighs. And his tongue in my mouth. That's how men kiss women...and pretty boys like you and me. Did you notice how all ten boys on the team are pretty? Coincidence? I don't think so. "Anyway, Coach Strokes is a really good kisser and not shy about showing it to a boy. I was getting really hot from all that and then...and I'm not making this up...the coach started to `play with me' as we kissed." Cooper considered that. "You mean he touched your peener? Anthony giggled, "He did way more than that. He pulled the skin back and forth and it felt really nice. Here. Let me show you." Anthony reached down, and without even a drumroll to show the gravity of his action, took Cooper's cockhead between his warm, girlish fingers and began to skin his best friend's penis. Nicely. Oh so nicely. Cooper should have resisted. Half-wanted to resist. But it felt so good. "You like that," Anthony said. It wasn't a question. Cooper managed to grunt out, "Then what happened?" "Well, it all felt so good and I liked being picked out as `special' by Coach Strokes, so I just let him do what he wanted. Which turned out to be what I wanted too. The kissing and the peener-tickling at the same time were awesome! And then something really cool happened. So cool, it was hot, you know?" Cooper didn't know. But he liked having Anthony pull his foreskin back and forth like that. He tried to say something, but all that came out was a whimper. Which Anthony interpreted accurately as consent. "It's not as good without the kissing. Let me show you." Anthony pressed his naked body against Cooper's naked body and kissed him! As he was skinning Cooper's ultra-stiff penis! Oh!!! Cooper wanted to scream, "Stop! This is not cool. This is gay!" But it felt so good. Before Cooper could form a cogent thought, he felt Anthony's tongue probing for access to Cooper's mouth. Cooper opened his mouth to protest, which allowed the invader through the gates. Tongue-kissing, Cooper discovered, was awesome! The boy was almost dizzy with erotic awakening. He had never felt anything sexual in his life and there was Anthony, another boy, not a girl, showing him the way to ecstasy. Cooper surprised himself by not only kissing back. He was fondling back! Cooper's soft, sissyish hand had found his bedmate's stiffie and the pretty lad was pulling Anthony's foreskin back and forth as Anthony teased Cooper's pretties. It was amazing! Why had Cooper waited until the ripe old age of ten years, ten months to do this? Then it got even more amazing. Something was stirring in Cooper's stomach. Oh no, the boy thought, I can't be getting sick now! Not now! Had it been something they had for supper? The pizza tasted OK. But it wasn't really a sick feeling. It was strong, very strong, and very deep inside him. But as it grew, it felt really good. Building toward something. Something new. Losing control. Breathing getting shallow. Anthony -- realizing something was afoot -- kissing his friend more wetly and increasing the speed of his wanking. Oh! Cooper squealed sharply as he squirted out three nice, creamy ropes of his boy's cream -- his first ever! An act so intense that Cooper feared for his life. Though a lethal threat was a small price for such pleasure. Cooper had just shuddered through his first climax before he even knew what a climax was. Or that he could be climactic. Anthony apparently knew a lot more about such things. He kissed his friend/lover through his spasms, then broke the kiss and said, "I'm glad you liked that. But please don't stop kissing and stroking me. I need to shoot my boy's cream too." Boy's cream? What an odd name for the stuff that had just felt so good coming out of Cooper's penis and was all over his tummy. And Anthony's tummy as well. Cooper rubbed his fingers in it to feel its texture. It was creamy! And hot. He wondered how it would feel for Anthony if Cooper rubbed a little of his boy's cream over Anthony's penis as he stroked him. Brilliant idea, Cooper! Anthony liked having Cooper's cummy fingers rubbing his aroused knob. He liked the renewed ardor Cooper put into their kissing after Cooper had experienced naked kissing's rewards. And he especially liked having witnessed his friend's apparent first orgasm. That was very arousing to Anthony. As if a randy, naked boy, kissing and being creamily wanked needed additional arousal. Anthony gave up the contents of his pretty balls in short order. Muffling his squeal as a good example to Cooper, whose previous ecstatic outburst could have gotten them "busted." The young lovely shot four thick cumropes to Cooper's earlier three. Cooper watched in deep fascination and a growing curiosity about "things a boy needs to know." While Anthony didn't have all the answers, his friend appeared to be a rich source of carnal knowledge. As the boys lay on their backs, tummies wet with their pleasure, Cooper pressed on. "That was fantastic. But you never finished your story. What happened next?" Cooper's objective, of course, was not only to have Anthony relate what happened between Coach Strokes and him, but have the boy continue to illustrate the erotic encounter. Which Anthony was quite willing to do. "Coach Strokes played with me and kissed me until I had what he called my `boy's time,' which you and I just had. [giggle] I'd never done that before and I guess you can see, it's really intense. And awesome. So of course I wanted to do it again. But fair was fair. "Coach Strokes' big cock was drooling a lot of goo and he said that was because I was so beautiful and he really loved seeing me have such a nice boy's time. So I said, `How about if I rub you like you rubbed me?' "Coach Strokes liked that idea, I guess, but then he said, `That would be very nice, Sweetie. But what I really like is to have a pretty boy like you kiss the head of my cock. That's even better than rubbing. And if you do it for me until I shoot my man's cream, I'll do it for you and make you shoot again.' "Well, I definitely wanted to shoot again. But Coach Strokes was asking me to be a cocksucker. And you know how they talk about cocksuckers on the playground. Not really a cocksucker, I guess. More like a cockkisser. "Still, something in me REALLY wanted to kiss that big, red, leaky knob. So I did it. Like this." And, as Cooper had hoped, Anthony got onto his knees, bent forward and began to pelt Cooper's cockhead with soft, butterfly kisses. Cooper was having the best Saturday night of his life. His best friend was worshipping his cock with boyish kisses. Making Cooper as hard as he had been before he had shot his cream. Things couldn't get better, could they? Oh yes. Anthony stopped cockkissing for a moment and said, "That's what I was doing to Coach Strokes. He really liked it; the moaning told me that. But then I remembered something about kissing. It's not just about lips. It's tongue too. So I started to use my tongue all over the pink parts of the man's penis, after I skinned him back real good. Like this." "Like this" was a full, wet tonguing of Cooper's tender boy bits. First, maddeningly, on his boyknob. Then, surprisingly, on Cooper's wrinkled, little testicle bag. Which was amazingly intimate and, in some ways, even "dirtier" than the licks on his penis. Cooper liked "dirtier." Anthony returned to the pink precincts of Cooper's delicious cockhead. Licking it like the best lollipop ever. That feeling was building again inside Cooper's gut. Bigger that time. More foreboding. Would Cooper survive his second orgasm? Barely. It was a scorcher. Hurling four wet streams into his friend's pretty face as Cooper bit his lip to keep from screaming. As he returned to his home planet, Cooper opened his tear-filled eyes to see Anthony's pretty, smiling, cum-drenched face. He pulled his friend to him for nearly a half hour of desperate, cummy kissing. After which, Cooper returned Anthony's generous favor by tonguing his friend's little pleasure pole into a furious discharge. The boys fell asleep soon after. Naked and cum-stained. In each other's loving arms. The boys enjoyed a similar celebration when they awoke the next morning, after which they scurried to clean up and hide the forensics. Cooper's heart ached as the first love of his life went home later that morning. There would be many other loves and lovers for Cooper. Though not that Sunday; or at school on Monday. Swimming practice was where things got interesting. Cooper's outlook about naked swim practice had evolved since his sleepover with Anthony. Having been introduced to "things in general," Cooper looked at his teammates quite differently. He understood at last why he and the other boys were erect whenever they were naked in front of other boys. Being naked is sexy. Other boys were sexy. And sexy makes you stiff. He also began to interpret the looks and the touches he was getting from the coaches, especially Parker, who seemed to look at Cooper the way Cooper used to look at that Red Ryder bee-bee gun he wanted that Christmas. The one that would have shot his eye out. Rather than look away every time Parker gave him one of those looks, that Monday, Cooper looked back. Then looked down shyly and looked up at Parker between his long, boyish eyelashes. Whenever Cooper looked down, he took a nice, long look at Parker's cock. Which wasn't nearly as big as Coach Strokes' monster, but quite large by boy standards. Of course, there was swimming to do too. Hard work. At the end of the first hour, they took a break. Cooper wondered why he seemed to be the only one who went to the men's room for a pee during those breaks. Were the others peeing in the pool? Ick! Anyway, Cooper padded off quickly, eager to get back and see if anything sexy was happening during break. The boy entered the men's room and heard something very interesting. "Oh, Chip! That's so good. I'm close. Fuck me harder, Chip! Oh!" Cooper recognized the voice. It was nine-year-old Robert, Chip's brother!! And by the sound of things, Chip was fucking his younger brother?!?!?! Cooper was confused on two counts. That would have been incest; and incest was wrong. People didn't do that. And also, how could a boy fuck another boy? Boys didn't have vaginas. Cooper had to find out. He peeked around the corner and saw Robert sitting on a sink. The little angel's arms were around his 18-year-old brother's neck. They were kissing! With tongue! Then Cooper saw what fucking was when two males "did it." Somehow, Chip had gotten his big cock inside Robert's miniature asshole! In his asshole!! How was that possible? And how could Robert be enjoying it so much? With his own brother? Cooper stepped out of sight. In horror. And unnatural excitement. They were both making cream. Cooper could hear them. And it almost made him cream as well, until he thought about all the pain poor Robert must have been in. Though he didn't seem to be in pain. Cooper even eavesdropped on the incestuous lovers after they had regained their wits. "I saw you looking at that Anthony," Robert accused his brother. Chip laughed. "Anthony's hot. Not as hot as you, baby brother, but we all need a little `strange' now and then. You should know after spending Sunday afternoon at Coach Strokes' house." Cooper didn't know what they said next. He hightailed it back to practice, resolved to piss in the pool from then on. And to stay away from anyone who wanted to "fuck" him. Though he was a bit miffed about certain things. Why did Chip want to "fuck" Anthony and Coach Strokes was "fucking" Robert? What was wrong with Cooper? Why didn't those guys, all the coaches, want to "fuck" Cooper? Wasn't he pretty enough? Not that Cooper would ever want the coaches to fuck him. That would be horrible! A disaster. Ruinous to Cooper's health. Fatal, maybe. But what made those other boys more desirable than Cooper? Maybe Cooper didn't want the coaches to fuck him, but some kissing would be nice. Especially with Parker. Parker was nice. And his cock twitched every time Cooper looked at him. OK, so one coach was sweet on Cooper. It was a start. Cooper couldn't help but look when Robert and Chip returned to the pool area. Chip was limp-dicked, or at least at half-staff. The only one of the fifteen in that condition, though he soon retained his vigor. Little Robert had already restiffened, though his bottomhole was gaping and was leaking cream!! No one but Cooper was looking at Robert and the nine-year-old quickly got into the pool to erase the evidence of vile incest. But Cooper began to wonder if this whole enterprise was about way more than swimming. Cooper looked around for other signals. Anthony seemed to be Coach Hunter's favorite, though Hunter looked at Cooper with those predator's eyes too. Oh my. Did all of the coaches want to fuck all of the boys? Play with all the boys' penises? KISS all of the boys' penises and make them shoot? Cooper was pretty sure he knew the answer to that. He shivered at the prospect. Coach Strokes worked the boys extra hard during the second half of swimming practice that day and then it was time for self-esteem practice. Cooper found himself on Parker's right thigh and no one was on the left thigh, teammate Donny having had to leave early for a dental appointment. So naked Cooper was sitting on naked Parker's hairy lap. Oh! Cooper waited to hear all the good stuff that the coaches were supposed to say to the boys about their swimming. But swimming wasn't Parker's topic that day. "I think about you all the time, Cooper," Parker said. "You're so beautiful and so innocent. I want to kiss you and make you really happy, but I don't think you like me." Well. That was direct. Weren't they breaking a rule or something? Still, it was awfully nice. What Parker said. Cooper was blushing and afraid to look Parker in the eye. Was everyone looking at them? No way. Cooper looked over at Hunter. Robert and Anthony were sitting on his lap. Robert was playing with Hunter's penis and Anthony was kissing Hunter. It seemed that self-esteem time was evolving. Cooper gulped. He brought his eyes up slowly to meet Parker's. "You can kiss me if you want, Coach. I think you're very nice." Parker's face broke out in a grateful smile. He held Cooper in his arms and kissed him good and proper. Cooper didn't swoon, but he darned near did. Parker was a good kisser. Better than Anthony and Anthony was good. Parker was a man, or almost a man. He knew how to kiss a boy better than another boy knew how to. Parker broke the kiss and saw that he had hit the target. He dove in for a second kiss, that time with ample tongue. And he began to "play with" Cooper's stiff, aching penis most thrillingly. Oh! That was nice. Parker's manly hand on Cooper's tiny peeny. Should Cooper return the favor? You betcha! Cooper laid his tiny fingers onto Parker's stiff rod. It was so big and hot and hard! Parker grunted appreciatively as he felt the object of his lust's sexual manipulations. Parker knew he was doing the right thing when he agreed to help Coach Strokes with the swim team. Coach Strokes had been very persuasive, talking about good experience, leadership opportunity and something good for the college applications. But what sealed the deal was that all the boys would be naked. And that a naked boy is 18.5 times more likely to "give it up" than a clothed one. It's a fact. Look it up. Coach Strokes was very frank with his assistant coaches. "We're in this to develop a winning team so that I can keep this gig forever and we're in this to empty our balls into ten deliciously pretty boys pretty much whenever we want." Sold! Deliciously pretty boy number one, the one Parker would have cut out of the herd from Day One, was in the process of giving it up. Parker noted that Cooper seemed to understand the rudiments of naked kissing/cockhandling. The talk among the coaches was that Anthony had slept over at Cooper's on Saturday, thus Cooper's limited experience and apparent carving for more. How smart it had been of Coach Strokes to "initiate" Anthony on Friday afternoon in preparation for the Saturday sleepover. Parker didn't have to lie one bit to Cooper to get the boy's panties down. First, the boy was already naked. Second, the boy was actually beautiful. Every night since the team began, Parker had been wanking to the mental picture of Cooper's lovely face, frosted with Parker's man's cream. Dreams do come true on nifty.org. Cooper surprised himself and Parker when, without inhibition, he slid to his knees and began to kiss and lick Parker's magnificent cockage. Life was short, Cooper reasoned. He liked Parker. Parker liked Cooper. They were already naked. And no one seemed to be putting on any cultural or societal brakes. All around the pool, boys were getting very cozy with their men. A pretty teammate named Jayden was on his back as a teammate named Jimmy kissed him and Coach Marco licked out his bottom hole! Wow! Coach Strokes' cock was being very nicely sucked by ten-year-old Connor as the coach sucked Ryan's nine-year-old tickler. A good time was clearly being had by all. Especially Parker, whose hairy balls were on fire from the lovely cockkissing to which Cooper was treating him. The boy had talent. And enthusiasm. Parker wanted it to last, but self-esteem practice was only half an hour and the young coach definitely wanted to give Cooper a nice orgasm as a parting gift. So Parker let himself cum. All over Cooper's gorgeous face, with its huge innocent eyes. Matted in Cooper's soft, blond hair. Up Cooper's button nose. A flash of fear gripped Parker. Would Cooper be grossed out? Quit the team? Become solely hetero? Cooper giggled. He loved making Parker shoot like that. And how grossed out can you be when you're six feet from water if you want to clean off? A grateful Parker assaulted Cooper with cummy kisses, then sat and brought the standing boy to face him. Things got serious. Cooper learned that one's cock need not only be kissed. It can also be sucked. And Parker knew how to alternate cock kissing, licking and sucking most deliciously. But wait. That wasn't all. As Parker drove the lad half mad with lust, he took Cooper the other halfway down Lust Highway by sliding a fat, manly finger into Cooper's ridiculously tight asshole. Wow! Now that was dirty! Filthy, even. And wildly exciting to Cooper. Though that was nothing compared to Cooper's reaction when Parker's finger found Cooper's prostate. The pretty boy's eyes showed all their whites, then gushed with tears at the intensity of the feelings. He cried out something intelligible, then HEAVED five hot, spunky jets into Parker's thrilled mouth and throat. Swimming practice was the bomb! But time to go home had arrived. Cooper Fishman was in love with Coach Parker Glidewell. They kissed deeply and passionately. Making all sorts of lovey promises. And Cooper went home. Feeling great about his immediate and long-term future. He and Parker would move in together. When Parker got a good job, Cooper would be a good sissyboy wife to him. Cleaning, cooking and sewing. Having all sorts of sex with him. Whatever Parker wanted. But at 8 p.m. that evening, just before Cooper went to bed, the phone rang. Mom answered it, spoke to someone, then hung up. "That was Coach Strokes, Cooper," Mom said. "He says that you're doing really well in swimming. So well that he wants you to learn the breast stroke so you can compete on Saturday. But he says you'll need extra practice. So I need to take you to school an hour earlier tomorrow. I'm proud of you, Honey!" Cooper just looked at Mom. Stunned. Cooper already knew the breast stroke. Coach Strokes just wanted to get Cooper alone. Both of them naked. The Coach wanted Cooper to do dirty things to his big, coachy cock. Cooper gasped. Did Coach Strokes want to FUCK Cooper? He couldn't do that! It was too big! It would kill Cooper! And Cooper was Parker's sissyboy. Practically betrothed. Still. Coach Strokes' cock was awfully big. And the man was very powerful. A sissyboy loved being overpowered by a man. And Parker wouldn't mind. Even if he did, Coach Strokes' cock was awfully big. And he had singled Cooper out for special treatment. It was with some real fear that Cooper arrived in the locker room at 7:30 that Tuesday morning. He was alone in the building with Coach Strokes. A big-cocked, randy man who intended to fuck Cooper. The way that Chip had fucked Robert in the boys' bathroom. Ouch! No sign of Coach Strokes yet. But Cooper followed orders and got undressed. The boy was naked. Waiting to be buggered. Trembling with lust and fear. "Good morning, Cooper," Coach Strokes' booming voice said from behind Cooper. "Thanks for coming in early." Cooper gasped. Coach Strokes was naked, of course. Cooper had rarely seen the man clothed. But that time the nakedness was for Cooper. That erection, that nasty arousal, was all for Cooper. Through his fear, Cooper erected fiercely. As did his nipples. Coach Strokes noticed. "I see your breasts are standing ready for the breast stroke, Honey. Come with me to my office and I'll give you the instruction I know you want." Cooper wanted it all right. More than he wanted world peace. Or that Red Ryder bee bee gun. Coach Strokes put his hand on Cooper's shoulder to guide him and Cooper actually moaned. Softly. But the man heard it. For the millionth time, Coach Strokes congratulated himself for the idea to coach a naked swim team. The naked lovers-to-be entered the coach's office and the man led the boy to a small room behind the office that the boy didn't know existed. The room housed a cot. Small, but better than fucking on the floor. And private when Coach Strokes closed the door. Now Cooper was really scared. He was trapped in a room that no one knew about with a naked man keen on fucking his virgin bottom. The recipe for a really good time, some would say. The boy noticed a bottle of something by the bed. His young eyes read the label: "Spermbutt Anal Lubricant; the Sissyboy's Best Friend." Oh no! Anal lubricant. Coach Strokes was going to use that stuff to grease up Cooper's bottomhole so that he could stick his impossibly huge cock in there. Positively ruining the poor, helpless boy! Perhaps murdering him in his quest for vile satisfaction! Cooper wondered,what was Coach Strokes waiting for? They only had an hour. The man sensed the boy's reluctant eagerness for a good buggering. But felt a certain amount of foreplay was obligatory. So he kissed the boy and felt him up quite nicely. To heat him up a bit. Though the boy was already broiling with lust. Time to dilate and lubricate. So he laid the boy onto his back and slid two Spermbutt-laden fingers into the sweetest, tightest pussy the man had ever felt. Cooper liked that a lot. And he spunked hard when the man Spermbutt-boarded his prostate until the boy was screaming for his mama. OK then. Coach Strokes Spermbutted his perpetual stiffie, turned the wilted boy onto his stomach, assumed the position and pushed. Oops. Missed. That darned Spermbutt can make fucking like muddy pig wrestling if one isn't careful. The boy's ten-year-old bumhole was miniscule. The man had had no trouble sliding into nine-year-old Robert pootie on Sunday. All the more fun when the eagle lands. There. A knobhold. Mmmm. Push. Three inches in. Five to go. What's all that darned screaming and crying for help? Coach Strokes didn't need any help. Push. All in. Fantastic. It was good to be alive. And a man. Must wait until the boy adjusts. Relaxes. Stops whimpering. There. That's better. He likes it now. Likes it a lot. Time to fuck this boy good and proper. And so he did. Cooper's bum was indeed capable of receiving preposterously large visitors. And Cooper was indeed capable of delighting in their visits. It just took some adapting. The way the boys had adapted to naked practice. And self-esteem training. On the most fun team in the history of sports. The Lushbottom Elementary School Minnows. 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