Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2018 20:42:13 +0100 (CET) From: MuDPhuD Subject: Travel Basketball Coach - 3 Disclaimer: The author does not condone any of the acts in this tale. This story was not written to advocate sexual activity with minors. Frank H. Netter extensively mapped the human anatomy through cadavers but he was not a necrophiliac. Support free speech and stop censorship or die in a fascist world. This is FICTION for ADULTS only. Do NOT read this if you are under 18, if you are not an adult according to the laws of your country, OR if you are easily offended. This story contains sexually explicit material suitable for adults. Please DONATE to Nifty. This site has been around for so long and helped so many of us express and share our fantasies. My one request, from you, dear reader, is if this story makes you cum, donate $1. If you're coming back to re-read this story, donate $2. Chapter 3 Star point guard, Pete hated algebra. The numbers and letters melded together into something he couldn't grasp. Shifting his tall, lean preteen body, he ran his hands through his blond hair and tried his hardest to focus his attention on finding 'X'. Daydreaming through Mr. Lewis' lecture, Pete thought about the upcoming weekend game and whether Coach Greg had work for him. An inaudible thump reverberating behind him, breaking his reverie. "Quit it!" Pete turned and whispered to the boy sitting behind him in the last row, closest to the windows. Jake, his best friend and teammate, smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. Pete was irked at Jake for partaking in his abuse. Jake did apologize every chance he got and he knew the coach would have taken what he wanted regardless. Now, Pete missed Jake's company and already forgave him. Still, he faced back front and refocused on the monotonous teacher. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. "Jake, please stop," Pete mouthed, turning back to look at the budding young stud, who was his father in miniature. Jake's chestnut brown hair, evenly buzzed, emphasized his classic All-American look. His light gray eyes, shimmered like silver when he looked out the windows. When Jake smiled, ruby lips parted slightly to reveal even white teeth. Again, the brunette winked at him. Pete turned again, but not before Jake saw him sheepishly smiling. Jake wrote a note and deftly dropped it over Pete's thin shoulders. The note read "Woodshop closet". Jake promptly raised his hand and asked to be excused. Pete crushed the note in his hand and tucked it in his left pocket. The woodshop closet was his and Jake's secret school spot. Pete returned to Mr. Lewis' drone, but his full attention was on the clock above the door. He told himself, he'd make Jake suffer. Two minutes passed and he felt that twinge in his ass, a reminder of how rough Coach Greg had been. He replayed the scene again in his mind, but instead of getting angry at Jake, he popped a boner. He thought about Jake's sausage thick 5-inch cock in his mouth. Another 2 minutes passed before Pete raised his right hand. "Uh-Yes, Pete?" Mr. Lewis stuttered a halt, amazed someone volunteered to answer his question. "Mr. Lewis, can I go to the bathroom?" "Yeah. Go," the teacher dismally answered. Three minutes later, Pete knocked softly and opened the closet door. The smell maple sawdust and the heady turpentine chemicals consumed him as he closed the door. "You forgive me, huh?" Jake grinned, his jeans down to his ankles. "I got it ready for you!" He continued, stroking his 5-inch circumcised meat. Pete was grateful he had a few years before it grew into the 10-inch harpoon Coach Greg possessed. "I'm still mad at you," Pete replied, crossing his arms. "I'll suck you off after practice, OK?" "Dude, come on! My balls really ache, come help me out!" Jake pleaded. Pete sighed, knowing he wasn't going to deny Jake. Dropping to his knees, the blond preteen took hold of his best friend's thick cock. Slowly rubbing it from tip to base, made Jake moan. Pete smiled as he slurped the head in his mouth. "Fuck, bro!" Jake exclaimed. Pete pulled the cock from his mouth and shushed him. "Dude, you do that so fucking good!" Jake whispered excitedly. There were multiple reasons Pete now knelt on the floor and serviced his best friend's cock. Right now, all he could think about was the first time they shared an intimate moment. Last year, at an unforgettable sleepover, the subject of jerking off came up. *** "You wanna do it?" Jake asked in a hushed whisper. "Uh...I don't know. We shouldn't do this," Pete had replied, his own erection hidden in a blanket. "Oh come on! I got a boner right now!" Jake giggled back and flashed his cock. Pete stared mesmerized at the fat sausage between Jake's hairless legs. Quickly shucking their briefs off, both boys studied each other. Pete's foreskin just parting open at the tip of his stiff 4-inch slender boycock, while Jakes looked like an angry red rocket with a wide crown. "Woah! Jake, your's is huge!" Pete commented, exhilarated at the naughty play. "I guess." Jake shrugged, grabbing his dick and rubbing the tip. "You gonna do it?" he asked motioning to a stunned Pete. The sat side-by-side and stroked their respective cocks. The fact that Pete couldn't take his eye off Jake's red rocket made Jake's cock harder. He liked showing off. "Can you touch mine?" Jake asked, releasing his cock as it slapped against his flat belly. "Um-I-no that's OK," Pete replied feeling a bit self-conscious. "Bro, it's cool. I know you wanna..." Jake trailed off. Pete hesitantly reached out and grabbed his best friend's thick cock. Jake was more forthright, using his thumb and forefinger to tease the younger boy. Both athletically well-defined and horny boys didn't last long. Jake came first, covering Pete's hands with three watery spurts. Pete's dry orgasm was just as powerful as Jake's finger entered his hole. Masturbating with Jake blew Pete's mind that three days later, Pete was on his knees in the woodshop closet. *** Jake gasped and moaned as Pete forced his mouth to the base and licked the boy's nuts. BEEP. BEEP. "Shit, we gotta go back to class," Jake grumbled. "I'm not even close." Pete took this as a challenge, sucking harder and faster while still playing with Jake's balls. "Ahh...bro...fuck, I'm gonna blow!" Jake panted heavily, grabbing Pete's head and began fucking his teen sausage down his throat like he had done many times. Pete instinctively timed his deep breaths are Jake's cock tip left his esophagus. The first teen blast headed straight for his stomach. Pete would then look up as Jake pulls back so Pete could gulp down the rest of his copious load, like a colt suckling its mother's milk. Five minutes before the end of 4th period, both sat in the back of Mr. Lewis' class with composed expressions. Pete, his stomach full of cum and Jake leaning back and sexually satisfied. Granted, like Coach Greg, he never remained that way for long. That after school, as Jake and Pete played pick up games, Jake was extremely tactile and kept squeezing and grinding against Pete. After a few hours of competitive play, Pete would find himself leaning against Coach Greg's shed, hands flat against the white side groaning loudly as Jake thrust in and out of his hole. Pressed hard against the shed, Pete's hole throbbed at each withdrawal, the boy's slut hole still battered and sore. "Please! Jake, go easy!" Pete moaned. "Haha, yeah sure," Jake laughed, pumping a little slower but still long dicking his best friend. "Ahh! Shit! Wait! IT HURTS! WAIT!" Pete cried out helplessly as the fat mushroom head missed his prostate. "Dude, you've taken my whole cock before!" Jake complained. He stood there, legs spread making small circles with his hip. "Uh-ugh! Dude! Wait! Stop!" Pete exclaimed as the head of Jake's man-sized cock popped out of his hole. "Come on, man! I wanna fuck you!" Jake hollered, grabbing Pete's hips, and pumped into him in one swift thrust. The blond boy screamed into his fist. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" Pete wailed with each thrust into his bottom. Jake loved opening his best friend's moist, tight hole. "What? You like it don't you?" Jake whispered close to his friend's ear. The deeper he went, the higher Pete squeaked. "Damn, dude!" "Ow! Dude, please! A little easier!" Pete moaned through his cleaned fist. His ass gripped the invading cock and he felt that pleasurable twinge again. "You're being too rough!" "Fuck that bro! Tell me you want my cock up your ass!" Jake insisted, giving punishing thrusts for emphasis. "Arghhh...Jake! No! Not like this," Pete lied, the twinge now full-blown explosions. "Haha Pete, you fuckin' liar!" Jake growled. "Look! you're hard!" Jake reached around and played with Pete's slender rod. Rock hard and his foreskin covered cock now pink and alert. "Ugh...shit! Jake...FUCK! FUCK!" Pete exclaimed, his yelps turning into whimpers as the pain disappeared. "Getting into it now, huh?" Jake asked as he rabbit fucked his best friend. Pete returned the thrusts slightly as he quit protesting and looked back at Jake. Jake's T-shirt was pulled over his head, showing his tight abs and defined chest. He would be a stud as formidable as his father. His gray eyes burned black with lust and dominated the boy beneath him. "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Pete bleated. "Dude! I got a big load for you!" Jake prompted. He remembered watching his father hammering this same boy with a professional passion and tried to reach that same level of practiced abandon. The boy started to whimper quietly but said nothing as Jake displayed his very apparent skills as a lover. Pete's sheepish bleats now low grunts as Jake's groin started slamming harder. So violently that it shook the shed. For five minutes, Jake sandwiched his best friend against that white shed before his teen balls contracted tightly against Pete's unblemished ass. "I'm gonna cum!" Jake growled right in Pete's ear. "Oh shit!" Pete replied, pressing his ass against Jake's thrust. He could feel the load spray violently into his ass. Pete involuntarily started squirting his first real boy honey on the side of the shed. After catching his breath, Pete turned around without prompting and began sucking Jake's cock clean. "Yo, it's almost 7, you wanna come for dinner?" Jake asked, pulling his jeans up and adjusting his T-shirt. Pete took a tissue from his school bag and squatting, cleaned his ass of his best friend's cum. His aunt hadn't called yet, so she must still be at the hospital. "Yeah, sure. Thanks," Pete said, tucking the used tissue back into his bag and pulling his pants back up. "You're my bitch now, you know. You had your first cum with my cock in your ass. That means your mine," Jake said matter-of-factly. "I know," Pete softly replied, his head hung low. "Hey! Its cool dude! We're gonna take good care of each other. We're teammates and we're gonna stick together." Jake's sincerity and care made Pete look up and smile. TBC? ------------------- I enjoy receiving feedback on my stories. My other stories include http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/sleep-away-camp/ http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/travel-baskeball-coach