Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2005 19:17:27 +0200
From: 3mcstefan <3mcstefan@wanadoo.fr>
Subject: Troubled Water

The swimming coach of Ricky's college, in those days, was a guy is in his
late thirties/early forties. He was very well built, muscular, handsome and
masculine, with dark hair but, most of all, the guy was almost abnormally
hung. Even for women (he was straight), his monster cock was a challenge to
entirely take in. This had led the coach to be quite frustrated, especially
considering he was mostly attracted by young chicks. None of them was very
keen about taking in such a thing and more than just one had turned him
down the moment he thought he was about to fuck her, at last. He was left
with no other option to keep his sexual drive under control than the long,
extended daily masturbation sessions he enjoyed every night, expertly
manipulating with his two hands his huge organ while fantasizing about the
real thing. He had to avoid to wear Speedos, which was a real trouble,
given his job. Most of the time, he had surf shorts type swimsuits on
during the swimming lessons with kids. Even with such baggy garments on, it
was just too obvious what the man was carrying between his thighs. The big,
bulging cock head, frequently aroused by the touch of the wet nylon, was
particularly evident underneath the baggy shorts and an eye-catching sight
for many eyes around him. The way the soaked shorts were pulled down, too,
was speaking volumes about the weight of their content. But, above all,
although the coach was a taller than average man, with one of those strong,
muscular, impressive frames, something in the way he walk, the way he stood
made clear that the guy almost had trouble to cope with the hugeness of
what he was carrying on between his thighs. On some rare occasions, he wore
Speedos, though. No matter how he managed things, then, he just looked
obscene, the swimsuit desperately struggling to contain the size and weight
of his equipment. Would the swimsuit had not the usual, tightly tied lace
at the waistband, the load in the pouch would have pulled it so down the
monster cock would have inevitably pop up at a time or another. And even so
carefully wrapped, the way the fabric was so obviously stretched to his
limits (his powerful rump didn't help), the bouncing of the whole package
when the guy was walking.... all this was screaming "Look at me, I'm a
fuckin' stallion!".

At least to Ricky's ears. One of the rare occasions the swimming coach had
been wearing a Speedo didn't remained unnoticed from the boy who became
obsessed with what he had a glimpse of on that day, if through the swimsuit
fabric: the most impressive dick and set of balls he had ever saw in his
young life. The epitome of masculinity in Ricky's book, an unspoken promise
for sheer pleasure and ecstasy, for fulfilling the wildest of the boy's
fantasies and wet dreams about what a real man feels like. On that day,
Ricky thought he was about to pass out in the pool: he was feeling so weak
in the knees at the sight of the man's package. It was just like if his
eyes had turned into X-rays. Ricky could have swear he could clearly see
the enormous member, the oversized pair of balls, all the lines and details
of the package so underlined by the wet fabric they were. He had always
thought it only existed in his fantasies, but those were real, warm and
tantalizing flesh, nearly at reach of his boy hand, surely ready to react
to his touch. He started to dream about the man, to fantasize about him and
made him the object of all his solitary masturbation and self fucking
sessions with his latex dildo. At night, in his bed, when the sex toy was
hitting his sensitive spot, Ricky was moaning and groaning and whispering
the coach's name.
 
From that moment on, the swimming coach became Ricky's absolute dream.

 Ricky gave a lot of thought to what he had to do to seduce the coach. None
of the tiny swimsuits he had in his drawer at home seemed small and sexy
enough for him to be able to surely turn the man on, Ricky thought. Beside
this, the boy was supposed to wear the regular Speedo provided by his
college for the swimming lessons. Damn...
 
Finally, Ricky found out what he thought was a very simple, but good idea:
he removed the elastic inside the waistband of his little Speedo. Checking
himself in the mirror of his bedroom under every possible angle, the boy
was sure he had got the solution. There was no way the skimpy swimsuit
could be held in place without its elastic. It left the upper part of is
ass crack exposed on the rear side, uncovering a good third of his smooth,
suntanned bubble butt and was hanging so low on the front side it looked
like if it was about to fall down to the kid's ankles every minute. There
was no doubt left about how smooth and hairless Ricky's entire crotch
was. Ricky constantly had to slightly pull the Speedo up all the time
and... that was hot!
 
The weekly swimming lesson with the coach was on Tuesday morning. So, very
early in the morning, right after his breakfast and before his shower,
Ricky extensively pleasured himself with the latex dildo but purposely took
care not to reach climax. He repeated the process several times, reaching
the limits of his boy's lust. Ricky felt hot as Hell, his tight ass lips
sore and burning from the fucking session and, with that, considered
himself ready to reach his goal with the coach. Nothing and nobody could
have stopped him to achieve his plan. Just the thought of the coach's
incredibly impressive manhood was making his little boy pussy wet and
gaping and he already could picture himself fucked by the monster cock in
the shower room, the lockers, in his office... no matter... right in the
middle of the school yard if need was. The latex dildo will have been just
appetizer and Ricky was about to enjoy the main course, now.

On that very Tuesday, the coach had on of his usual surf trunks on. He
immediately spotted the young Ricky and his dangerously low hanging Speedo
standing in the shallow end of the pool. The kid was evidently making a
show of himself and his young, perfect body, standing in the water at
mid-thighs level and occasionally horse playing with some other boys, which
constantly gave him another opportunity to have his Speedo pulled down even
more. The coach instantly felt that special tickling in his balls at the
sight of this cute little boy nearly naked, along with an uncomfortable
feeling of a raising stiffness inside the inner brief of his surf
trunks. He managed to keep his composure, though, and to keep his mind
focused on the swimming lesson with the kids. What the fuck.... he was
straight, anyway, wasn't he? And that was certainly not because this little
pussy boy was enjoying to show off his bubble butt around that...
 
Shit... he had to avoid such thoughts.
 
Ricky wasn't leaving the coach from the corner of his eye. God... even
underneath such baggy trunks, the boy could clearly spot what the guy had
inside. That was fucking unbelievable. Ricky's little dick was rock hard in
his own swimsuit, but he didn't even noticed it. His mouth was watering at
the idea of seeing, touching the monster the guy was hiding in his
trunks. And just the thought of taking it up his tight little ass hole was
enough to send him over the edge.
 
The kids had to be checked in turn by the coach about their swimming
skills. One by one, the man was checking them, correcting a bad position of
the legs, of the arms, guiding their motion, explaining the underwater
breathing , etc... When Ricky's turn finally came, the boy discreetly
pulled down his Speedo a little bit more, till the point the base of his
hard little dick was visible. Then, virtually naked, he abandoned himself
into the strong arms of the older, tall, strong man. Purposely, he made
only wrong, uncoordinated gestures, always caring about raising up in the
air his little butt, though, or to brush the surf trunks as much as
possible. The young boy was literally throwing himself at the man. With
patience and a lot of efforts to keep his mind focused on his task, the
coach kept demonstrating the boy the right positions. It lasted for ten
minutes. The man's hot hands were everywhere on the boy's young body. His
monster cock was more than half erect inside his trunks and Ricky could see
it, feel it. The boy had just one idea in mind: to take this thing up his
ass.  He was going into a frenzy now. The close contact with the coach had
triggered something in him and he had past the point of no return, loosing
any sense of decency. He wanted to know how it feels to be fucked by such a
horse dick. Yeah... fucked....not to be gently made love. To be raped.
 
Despite his efforts, the coach was hot and had more and more trouble to
keep his composure. For some reason, that little show off slut was turning
him on big time. He hadn't had a fuck in a whole month, now and was feeling
his balls were about to explode. And the solitary masturbation sessions at
night, fantasizing about some hot cunt, didn't make up things for the lack
of good, real, hot sex. Damn... this little boy's butt... so smooth, so
inviting... I bet it is even tighter than any cunt.... Must feel
better... Oh shit, stop it, Man...
 
Ricky was making desperate attempts to stick up his butt even more, to push
himself back against the man's shorts, aiming the huge, unmistakable bulge
underneath the fabric. He would have begged the guy to fuck him right here,
right now if he could. He was mentally pleading "Oh please... please, can't
you see I'm waiting for you... just stuff that thing into my ass
hole... I'm not waiting for anything else...!"
 
And just the moment the boy felt the guy was hesitating, his hand cupping
his butt underwater from below , just the moment Ricky was exulting,
expecting the coach to tell him something like "Meet me in the showers room
after the lesson, Kid... I have something to show you...", the man removed
his hand and, with an evident, desperate effort, snapped out of the daze he
had sunk into since the moment he had the boy in his hands. Shaking his
head, he readjusted his package and shouted: "Next!"
 
Ricky nearly sunk down into the water.
 
Ricky wasn't a boy to give up that easily, though.
 
On the following Tuesday, uncaring of the basic rules of the college about
the swimming lessons, the boy had on one of his tightest, briefest thong
type swimsuits. All the other boys' eyes plus some other coaches' were on
him. Ricky didn't care. He was determined to get his prize. Today. Here.
 
What is more, he had carefully almost completely cut one of the thin side
straps of the suit, leaving only a few threads to hold the tiny triangles
together. The swimsuit will definitely not resist the slightest pull.
 
This week, the gods seem to be on Ricky's side. The man had a Speedo
on. Although a black one and of an obviously XXL size as a futile attempt
to minimize, certainly not to hide, its content, the swimsuit was making
just too obvious the enormousness of the man's package. He was a bull.
 
Ricky, his eyes glued on the monster cock, was walking along the side of
the pool, heading to the shallow end where the swimming lesson of his class
had begun when, suddenly, missing his step on the wet tiles, he lost his
balance and fell into the water.
 
"Help..!" Ricky called, pretending he was in trouble. Despite his awkward
demonstration of the previous week, at 12 y.o., the boy was an excellent
swimmer.
 
The coach, as expected, immediately raised up his head, and seeing what had
just happened, left the other kids to rescue the boy. The tall, strong man
run along the pool and, without any hesitation, dived into the water. At
that step, he didn't know who was the boy who had called for help. Having
dived underwater, he recognized Ricky the second he popped his head out of
the water. Shaking his dark, soaked hair, he started to swim and, in no
time, he was reaching the kid and was firmly holding him in his arms.
 
"Ooohhh.... "said Ricky, gesturing with his arms and making a lot of foam
in the water all around him
 
"It's OK, Kid, don't be afraid, I...I'm holding you...!"
 
The coach, indeed, had grabbed Ricky and was holding him with one arm
around his torso, swimming with just the other one, while the boy had
tightly wrapped his arms around the hunk's neck. He was so strong, his
swimming was so powerful... Ricky was in awe, his body tightly pressed
against the man's. Just the closeness of this man was intoxicating him. He
was burying his face into his neck, his soaked hair, breathing his manly
smell, so strong, so sexual, even in the water. Ricky couldn't help it:
taking advantage of the situation, nearly sure the coach couldn't notice
it, he pressed his lips in the man's neck and slightly lick the rough skin
with his little boy tongue. It was good and tasty and sexy.

"Oooops.... I'm sorry...!" the coach said. He just realized that, brushing
the kid's thigh in his swimming, he had ripped off the thin strap of the
tiny swimsuit the boy had on. What was left of the tiny garment was
floating away, now, shredded useless tatters of colored fabric sinking down
in the chlorined water of the pool.

"It... it was old, anyway...!" Ricky stammered, trying his best to hide his
exultation. He just couldn't believe it. The coach, the object of all his
desires, was tightly holding him in his arms ... naked!

The next minute took Ricky even higher his own little personal paradise. A
small crowd of boys of various ages and some coaches had gathered around
the metallic ladder the coach was climbing on now, still hugging the naked
young boy in his powerful arms. Ricky was doing his best to look a bit
dizzy. Below his naked butt, though, the huge pole tenting the coach's
Speedo was keeping him more than awake. All eyes where on the nude boy and
many kids where giggling and whispering to each other, having fun of the
lost swimsuit. The coach was quite pleased of this distraction, which took
most eyes away from his enormous, now fully erect dick, threatening to rip
off his trunks every second. He was actually using the nude boy's body as a
way to cover himself, but this, of course, meant a lot of hugging and
pressing Ricky against him. That alone delighted Ricky but didn't help to
calm down the man's raging erection

"He is OK? Better take him right away to the first aid room...!" one of the
other coaches said. "I'll care about your boys." Yes, things were
definitely taking a better turn this week, the boy thought, feeling the
big, swollen cockhead rubbing him right below his butt to the rhythm of the
coach's quick walk to the lockers.

There, things suddenly happened very fast. Both the kid and the man knew
exactly as well what they wanted, as what the other one was wanted. None of
them could have waited any longer. Ricky was feeling light headed and all
wet deep down inside his boy pussy and the man had long past the step of
dealing with his own questioning of his sexuality and taboos. He carelessly
laid down the kid on a wood bench, closed the door and hurriedly stripped
off his Speedos.

Ricky gasped. He thought he was prepared to what he was now watching at,
but realized that... no, he wasn't. The man was obviously hung in
proportion with his tall, muscular frame. His hard member was throbbing,
pulsating, fully erect and proudly standing up in a vertical position, the
tip of the cock head way higher than the man's navel, nearly reaching his
lower pectoral muscles. The monster dick seemed to have a life on his own,
rhythmically slapping the man's belly under the steady pressure of the
blood it was fully engorged with. Each time the insanely huge cock head was
touching the man's torso, it was gushing some more of the precum it was
profusely leaking. The clear fluid, then, was dribbling all along the thick
dick. Ricky was mesmerized. What he was witnessing for the first time of
his young life was more an animal rutting that the excitement of a man. The
massive organ was bigger and thicker than the man's own muscular forearm
and seemed to be made of some living, pulsating steel strong enough to
break any rock. It was frightening, but it was also a thing of beauty.

The young boy was speechless and couldn't help but think that the monster
dick will rip him apart, without any doubt, as soon as the man will try to
insert it in his little tight asshole. It definitely had nothing to see
with his favorite sex toy, the latex dildo. It was probably twice bigger
and longer than the fuck toy. However, despite the flashing red light in
his mind, something was telling Ricky "Go ahead... take it, boy... it may
be painful, but it sure gonna be the ride of your life"

So, staring back at the coach who was standing in front of him, his two
fists on his hips, flaunting his phenomenal manhood under the disbelieving
eyes of the kid, Ricky climbed on the wood bench and, on all fours, just
said to the man, upon his shoulder:

"Fuck me, please."

The first seconds were ecstasy. When the huge, wet, burning cock head had
been kissing his tight hole, Ricky thought the was about to cum right
now. The man, then, firmly holding the boy's butt, spread apart his ass
cheeks and, spitting a thick heavy glob of saliva he aimed right in the
gaping butt hole of the kid, positioned his dick at his entrance and
started to push it in. The sensation of the man's warm saliva dripping in
between his ass lips nearly sent Ricky over the edge, again. But then,
there is no deny it, the following minutes had been painful. The man was so
hung that, despite his efforts to relax and breath, Ricky had tostruggle a
lot to allow the monster cockhead inside him. The coach, leaking precum as
a faucet, was panting, forcing his mushroom shaped dick head into the boy's
anus. Finally, with an audible "plop", and while Ricky thought he was split
in two parts, the thing was painfully inside him.

"There, there... "the man said "... good boy!" giving the kid a little time
to adjust and catch up his breath. The feeling was incredible. His cockhead
was tightly wrapped by the warm, smooth anus of the boy which was still
struggling, rhythmically pulsating and flexing to accept the monster
tool. This alone was so good...

Ricky, his fists clenched and tightly grasping the wood bench, was keeping
his eyes closed. The man's member inside him was burning him like red hot
steel, stretching his ass hole to its limits. The boy could actually feel
it throbbing. Slowly, though, and very gradually, the pain slightly
subsided. Ricky felt so... full! And, strangely, that feeling was making
him want more. Like if, now that he had accepted its girth, he needed to
feel its length. Yes, God... he needed it.  The coach instinctively felt
Ricky was ready. He could sense the little anus had relaxed, now. He had
been cupping the boy's small round tits for a couple of minutes, teasing
the perky little boy breasts with the tiny, hard nipples and Ricky, now
that the pain had subsided, was enjoying the treatment. The boy loved to
have his tits touched and never failed to involve them when he was enjoying
his latex dildo, teasing his nipples with one hand and masturbating with
the other one while sited on the sex toy. But this was definitely something
else. The big, strong, rough hands of the coach were expertly manipulating
the small tits, sending waves of pleasure to Ricky's stiff little dick
through some unknown connection.

"Fuck... his tits are good like those of ... of a chick...!" the coach was
thinking and, nearly without thinking about it, he closed his eyes and
started to steadily hump the boy who was moaning, now. The nipples teasing
had triggered something deep down inside the boy and he was fully open and
ready, now, eager to swallow more of the monster organ. The man was
thrusting his dick up to more than mid-length, now and that was fuck'in
good. This boy was definitely as good and hot a girl and, most of all, he
wanted so much to take it inside him. His love canal was sheer silk and
satin and the coach was feeling that familiar fire starting to build up
deep down inside his groin.

Like in a daze, the coach, keeping one hand on one of Ricky's small tits,
slid the other one along the boy's belly and cupped the little genital, the
stiff boy dick and the tiny smooth balls. He would never have thought he
could ever do such a thing, but... shit... this was so good, too. No
mistaking the kid for a chick, though, he was definitely a little male in
this department but... yes, the coach was enjoying it.

As for Ricky, no idea of resistance was inhabiting him , now, and he was
fully enjoying the ride the man was taking him for. Suddenly, the boy felt
the hairy groin of the coach tickling his asslips. He knew he had it all
inside him, then. Totally abandoning himself to the bouncing of the man's
humping, Ricky was ecstatic. The coach, his dick entirely inside the boy's
pussy, wrapped him in his arms and lifted him up, taking him off the
bench. Tightly hugging his boy's body, the coach had Ricky spin around and
he was facing him now, standing up, his knees slightly bent, fucking him
wild. The fire in his groin had collected, now, and the coach could feel it
gradually build in his balls and slowly raise up his rock hard dick.

Ricky, his thighs wrapped around the coach's waist, was grabbing the man's
arms to keep his balance in some instinctive gesture, as he had lost any
consciousness for long. The only thing he was aware of at the moment was
his own centre of the universe, the huge dick fucking him, while the man
was shagging him, shaking him like a rag doll.

Then, it came. Ricky, first, ejaculated thin streams of clear boy juice,
gushing all over his own belly and the man's torso. The boy barely realized
it, lost in his pleasure as he was. The little stiff dick was spurting
stream after stream of cum at a pace perfectly synchronized with the man's
humping, just like if the huge piston was pulsing it from inside the
boy. Ricky didn't even had to touch himself at any moment.

Ricky's cumming just sent the coach over the edge in the very second. His
shout echoed on the tiled walls of the room, while he was releasing what
seemed to Ricky gallons of hot juice. It was like it will never stop. The
man's juice was overflowing the boy's tight asshole, dribbling along the
member which hadn't stopped his up and down motion, keeping the boy
bouncing on the coach's groin. The wet, slurping noise, mixed up with the
man's heavy panting and Ricky's high pitched moaning, was obscene. The
coach had Ricky's cum all over his face and torso and his own was dribbling
along his thighs, pooling at his feet, on the tile. His fist clenched, his
head tilted back, his eyes closed, he had lost count of time. This coupling
with a young boy was the most incredible sexual experience the man ever had
in his whole life. It had provided a pleasure so intense it was unique and
couldn't be topped, he thought.

The climax lasted for long, way longer the coach had ever though climax
could last. It subsided, though, eventually. Still hugging the limp, eyes
closed Ricky, his softening dick inside the boy's anus, the coach laid him
down on the wood bench and disengaged his dripping organ. The gapping boy's
hole released part of the man's juice.

Standing up, the coach stretched his arms, fluffed his equipment, pressing
his cock head to release a few more drops of juice which felt on the
floor. Looking down at Ricky on the bench, he cockily said " Well,
Kid... you've got what you wanted, didn't you?"

"Not all I wanted... "Ricky said to the puzzled coach. " You didn't kiss
me".

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