Date: Thu, 1 Mar 2018 17:34:15 +0000
From: Rio Mack <badprose@hotmail.com>
Subject: Strength Coach 2 (gay/athletics)

Strength Coach, part 2
by Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex.

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	Rush knew just what he was doing when it came to breaking in hot
young jocks to be his bottom boys. He had an ease and mastery to his
seduction, a calm, confident, athletic sensuality that muscular young
dudes, looking for buff, older role-models, found irresistible. His raw,
rugged, muscle-stud body was the immediate hook for horned-up, gay-curious
teens, and then came his cool, sexy patter and smooth, sensuous moves.
	It was a style Rush perfected over his last two years in college
because with a body like his he could get the best sex -- and for him, that
meant hot, young dudes. The more inexperienced, the better. He wanted to
take the latent gay desire he knew simmered in a young, cut muscle-boy and
fan it into a cock-crazed conflagaration, turning a jock teen into an
insatiable horndog, one who'd always be down when Rush came to call.  That
last year of college he burned a trail through the freshman class of
athletes, turning a dozen or so of the hottest first-year studs -- away
from home and ready to explore their powerful young desire for m/m sex --
into size-queen sluts, as ravenous for his huge hard cock as he was to
ravish them with it.
	He started by giving them the best oral they'd ever had. It's so
easy to deep-throat a boy -- and Rush knew these hard-muscled, big-dicked
boys, strangers to m/m sex, had never been deep-throated by any of the
girls they'd had half-assed sex with in high school. And then, totally
turned on by their first real blow-job, they'll readily give up their asses
for more gay pleasure. Especially if, while sucking a luscious young cock,
you began to tease and finger a tight, cherry boy-hole.
	So it goes with Cody in the shower that day. After he strokes
Cody's hard, thick, seven inches, water still spraying on them in a
sensuous rhythm, he tongues the tip sensuously, knowing how quickly a few
minutes spent tongue-teasing a boy's sensitive cock-head can work up a
nice, big load. Finally, after the boy pleads for Rush to suck his cock, he
takes the young jock's sizable length down his throat, moaning and humming
to give Cody maximum pleasure. The boy's breathless cries of ecstasy come
right on cue.
	He takes his mouth off that sweet jock dick for a few seconds to
coo his lust-song to the boy.
	"So fucking beautiful, Cody. So damn sexy. Such a hot fucking
stud. And this dick is so damn delicious."
	Then back to cock-sucking.
	His fingers go right to the boy's tight, virgin hole, and instantly
he feels Cody's excited ass press back in almost involuntary submission. He
laps the boy's smooth, hefty nutsac a bit, sucking first one ball, then the
other -- getting a series of various-pitched moans and gut-wrenching whoops
from the young hunk -- then back to deep-throating and now two fingers,
which glide in ever more easily with each thrust.
	And then, Cody's sharp, pained cry.
	"Fuck, Coach! I'm cumming! AW FUCK!!"
	One, two, three, four, five spasms. Rush savors his mouthful of
thick, hot boy-cream, that luscious, salty-sweet nectar he craves like a
mind-altering drug.
	He fights off the urge to immediately spin the boy around under the
warm, steamy shower-spray and ease his own painfully stiff prick into that
moist, tender, tempting cherry-hole. He doesn't want to hurry their first
time together, though -- shower quickies like this will be fine later, but
this gorgeous boy's first night should be special.  And it should be a
whole night.
	So he stands, kisses the boy, and then, tonguing Cody's ear lewdly,
while mashing his huge thick hardness against the boy's hip, propositions
him in a low, husky voice.
	"You really got all night free like you said?  Cause I'd love to
take this over to my place where we can kick back and do this right.  Fuck,
I just want to fuck and suck and worship this hot jock body of yours all
night, stud.  All morning, too, if you can spend the night? God damn, do
you ever get me hard, Cody!"
	Cody eagerly agrees, floating atop a big, billowy cloud of steamy,
first-time gay sex. He runs off to his locker, yelling back to Rush that
he'd text his folks to let them know what's up.  Rush is pierced with a
deep, aching lust as he watches that naked, perfectly built Adonis scamper
past the rows of lockers and benches.
	He looks like a gorgeous young faun gamboling through the forest,
Rush thinks -- feeling himself like a randy, lecherous satyr, big dick
stiffening at the thought of how he would soon have his lusty way with the
enchanted youth.
	Rush grabs his clothes out of his office and carries them over to
Cody's locker, so he can watch the boy dress.  Once there, Cody tells him
he's texted his folks to let them know he's got a sleep-over with some of
his bro's tonight, and he'll be home around dinner-time tomorrow.
	"Is that OK?" he asks anxiously.
	And then he adds, shy but excited and hopeful.
	"I figured that would give us, you know, like enough time?"
	Rush can just imagine what's going through the boy's mind -- it
must be whirling with kaleidoscopic images of the sex he and Rush will have
over the next twenty-four hours, fantasies culled, no doubt, from all the
gay porn he jacks to. He gives the boy a mock-frown.
	"Dinner-time Sunday woulda suited me better. Or I could just bring
you to school with me Monday morning?"
	The boy laughs, hiding what must be almost unbearable anticipation.
	Rush pulls on a pair of faded jeans that hug his lower body
perfectly. No jock or briefs: he's got a huge cock and loves flaunting it.
	The boy notices immediately.
	"Commando, dawg?  That's awesome!  That big dick of yours looks hot
as fuck showing through like that.  Damn, what a fucking turn-on, dude!  I
don't have the kind of huge stud-cock you're packing, but fuck, I'm gonna
shuck my drawers, too."
	Cody strips off the white briefs he was wearing, giving Rush a very
welcome glimpse of that smooth, perfectly curved, luscious-looking ass. A
jolt of raw lust shoots through Rush at the sight of those succulent,
beautifully shaped globes. If I wasn't already gay, Rush thinks, that ass
would turn me.
	Rush holds on to the mental image of Cody in those briefs. He'd
look hot in anything, the older stud thinks, then starts to imagine Cody
tonight, back at his place, in those briefs -- he'd want him nude most of
the time, no doubt, but that quick peek of him in lo-cut white undies
showed how sexy it would be to muscle-flirt later in briefs and jocks --
lots of sexy posing for each other, then foreplay in them, then the hot
thrill of stripping them off. Rush has a couple drawers full of sexy,
expensive jocks and briefs and swimsuits from all the underwear modeling
he's done.  So, mmmmm, yeah -- let's have a Hot Boys Male Lingerie Fashon
Show tonight. Rush's cock stiffens at the thought of dressing up this buff
young jock in hot, sexy undergear.
	Cody pulls on his jeans without the underwear. His own impressive
length stands out nicely, snaking thick and firm under the denim, as
obscenely visible as Rush's.  Rush goes over to him, and they start kissing
and feeling each other's dicks through their jeans, then shoulders, then
chests, then nips, then ass, then back to cock, all their while their
tongues duel and their dicks stiffen.  Finally, they break for air.
	"Fuck, are you ever hot, Cody. You look amazing freeballing like
that. Always love seeing a hot jock packing a nice thick cock under his
jeans. You should ditch the underwear more often."
	"Look who's talking, dude! Unreal how hot that big dick of yours
looks under your jeans. Like it's ready any time to come out and play!
Sooooo fucking sexy, bro!"
	Then Cody spproaches Rush with a serious intensity to his stare.
	He rubs one hand slowly over his coach's thick bulge, and with the
other he traces a finger across that lean, handsome, stubbled jaw.
	"Seriously, Rush, you are like my non-stop jack-off
fantasy-stud. Hangin' with you, bein' with you like this -- it's like I
feel I'm suddenly in some hot gay porn clip. I mean, seriously, dude: I
jack to porn like three times a day -- in the morning, before I leave for
school, then when I get home, then before bed. And all the time when I'm
jacking to some hot clip, I see those fine-ass muscle studs stroking and
sucking and fucking, and I'll always be saying, `Fuck, dude, you are so
fucking gorgeous!' Or, `God, that ass looks so damn fine!' Or, `What a
perfect fucking cock. Damn, would I like to suck that!' And now, here you
are! My porn-fantasy male in the flesh! It's unreal!"
	"You jerk to gay porn three times a day? That's so hot, Cody!"
	"Sometimes more, on the weekends. And even after I jack to my last
porn clip at night, I lay awake and start stroking my cock, jacking to sexy
fantasies featuring my buds, teen-jock locker room or shower orgies and
shit, you know? I always blow a load in bed. And, dude, I gotta say, all
this week my late-night j/o fantasy has starred you. Like, what I did
earlier, in the gym, at the end of class? Fuck, bro, that was my jerk-off
fantasy the past two nights -- how I'd wait until the other boys left the
gym, then make up some bulshit story about how I needed extra help from you
on some exercise, and we'd be all hot and sweaty and pumped from our
workout, and we'd check out each other's hot muscle while we lifted, and
somehow we'd strip down to our jocks, then start sucking and fucking. I was
so fucking desperate and horny for you, I couldn't fucking stand it, so I
just went with my latest late-night stroke scenario.
	"And fuck if it didn't happen just like that! So you can see how
wild this whole thing is for me, how through the looking glass it feels!"
	Rush pulls him close and kisses him softly on the lips.
	"Welcome to Wonderland, stud. Now come on, let's get dressed. I'm
late, I'm late, for a very important fuck."
	Cody's smile lights up his face.
	"You are so fucking sexy, Rush. Cannot fucking wait to get to your
place, dude!"
	Rush gets a quick thrill hearing the boy call him `Rush' instead of
`Coach,' acknowledging their new intimacy.
	They quickly finish dressing, anxious to begin their dream night.
	Rush pulls on the black, too-tight T he'd been wearing all day,
when he wasn't with boys in the gym or shower, knowing Cody will get off on
the heady scent of man-musk. Then he dons his motorcycle jacket.
	Cody gazes lustfully.
	"Fucking stud!  So damn hot!  I really dig watching you in the
mornings, in the hall, when you come into school. Always looking so damn
hot in your denim and leather and super-tight thermal shirts and T's.  Sexy
as hell.  I'm telling you, dude, my ideal fuck-fantasy. Super-hot,
super-ripped, super-sexy clothes, super-sexy beard scruff, super-huge
cock. Shit, dude, I bet you're every closeted muscle-teen's jack-off
fantasy!"
	Cody begins to slip on the concert-T he wore to school that day,
and then his hoodie, but Rush stops his hand.
	"Dude, try it with no shirt, just the hoodie. And wear your jeans
low. Like this."
	He pulls off the boy's belt, then tugs the waist of his jeans
lower, exposing Cody's sexy hip-bones and a naughty half-inch or so of
ass-cleavage in back.
	With just a half-zipped hoodie framing his beautifully worked
chest, and an inch of cut abs showing, he looks amazing.
	"There, dawg. Just a tiny tweak, but you look way hotter. Check it
out."
	Cody turns to the mirrored wall opposite the lockers.
	Rush comes up behind, embracing him, letting one hand slide under
the zipped-open hoodie to stroke the boy's abs and tweak his hard, nubby
nips; his other hand plays up and down over the boy's stiff prick, visibly
straining in high relief under the denim.
	They both ogle Cody's hot look in the mirror. Rush's libido starts
churning. He murmurs seductively in Cody's ear as he worships the boy's
cock and muscle.
	"You look incredible, bro.  This is what you work your body so hard
for.  To look this sexy, to have such a hot body to show off. To know just
how to dress to show it off best. Especially to show it off to other dudes
with hot bodies, who know how to really appreciate a body like this. I bet
all you hot dudes on the team like to flirt with each other, right? Fuck
yeah, I see you dudes all the time in the gym and locker room and
showers. It's so damn hot watching you dudes flaunt your muscle to each
other, while trying to pretend you ain't. So fucking hot! Fuck, dawg, I'm
gonna get you boys looking hot as fuck this year! Gonna get those hot
bodies really ripped. Gonna show you how to dress so fucking sexy. Gonna
teach you how to have the hottest fucking boy-sex. Gonna be such a hot
fucking year, cherry-busting all you jock hotties!"
	Rush looks up in the mirror at Cody's eyes, which are riveted on
his sexy reflection but also have this far-away look to them. Rush figures
he's thinking about this major turn his life has taken in the past hour --
muscle-cruising in their jocks in the gym, the shower fun, and now, about
to spend the evening with his first gay lover.
	There's a burning glow in the boy's eyes, and Rush can just feel
the wonder coursing through Cody now, as he crosses this sexual threshold.
	Rush tries to imagine Cody's sexual state of mind the past few
years: his focus on athletics meant being with boys all the time, in
school, at practice, working out, in the locker room and showers, and on
the field; and all the time he was burning with frustrated desire for them.
	And then suddenly this afternoon, and the two of them. Frustrated
no more.
	Being with Rush like this means the frank, fully revealed admission
of his gay desire. Seeing himself, honestly, as gay. Acknowledging,
finally, the undeniable need to be intimate and involved with boys now,
from here on out, in the exact way he'd only pretended he'd wanted to be
with girls.  He must be wondering, then, how this will change his relations
with his friends. He must realize, given that he's now begun acting on his
same-sex desires, that his friends, those hot hot jocks he's been
`innocently' flirting with and lusting after for so long, are suddenly
potential fuck-buddies. He'll need to find out which of them share his
desires and want to act on them. Rush would help him with that, though,
because Rush also burns with the deep, urgent need to find out which other
boys on the team are as desperately, secretly gay-curious as Cody was.
	He notices in the mirror how hard the boy is now.  He can feel the
youth seem to vibrate as he holds him, amped with more than post-workout
energy, a combination of mostly joy but some fear perhaps, in anticipation
of the raw, hungry, hard-core m/m sex ahead of him tonight, especially his
first fuck.
	But not to worry, hottie, Rush thinks. Given my passion, my body,
my cock, my experience, and my skills, it's going to be nothing but
awesome, the amazing first-time you so richly deserve.
	Suddenly Cody's eyes look up from dreamily studying his body to
meet Rush's in the mirror. It's like the boy was reading his lover's mind.
	"Rush, I love my life right now more than I ever have before. It's
hard to put into words. I just -- I wanna be with you tonight more than I
want anything else in the world."
	He turns the boy to face him. They embrace. Each can feel the
hardened cock of the other against his own. They kiss with all the steamy
desire raging in them.
	"Come on, stud. Let's head out."
	As they walk down the deserted halls of the high school, they kiss
and hug and grab each other by the shoulders or the waist or the ass,
unable to keep their greedy hands of each other's hard muscle or sexy butt.
Once out of the building, they head to the parking lot, arms cupping each
other's ass and stroking down in the crack, until they reach Rush's Harley.
	Rush has an extra helmet he flips to the boy.  Then he reaches into
a pannier to grab one of the extra letter jackets he stores there and flips
that to the boy as well.  He also grabs his leather riding chaps and puts
those on (the autumn late-afternoon feels unseasonably chilly).
	They don their leathers, and Cody looks like the sexiest bad-boy
ever.  Rush makes a mental note to add leather-play to their sexy dress-up
later. The boy in a jock and that jacket; Rush in a leather jock and chaps,
and maybe his chest-harness? Fuck, I bet Cody will love it. I know I sure
as fuck will!
	"Awesome jacket, dude!  I gotta get me some hot biker leather like
this!  Feels so damn fine, and smells amazing!"
	Then his gaze dwells on his muscle-crush coach.
	"And you look fucking amazing in your leather jacket and those
chaps, Rush.  Fuck, I LOVE jacking to vids with leather dudes!  And I can't
tell you how many loads I've blown to that Tom of Finland shit. Gets me way
off! I would fucking LOVE to see you in just a jock and those chaps!  I can
just picture it: your hot muscle and that hot muscle-ass, in sexy leather
chaps. What a hot fucking leather-stud daddy!  Plus that fucking horse-cock
of yours looking so damn hot stretching out your jock-pouch!  Shit, this is
going to be so fucking HOT tonight, dude!  You gotta teach me fucking
everything!"
	Rush can only smile to think how much Cody already seems to
know. Thank you, internet porn, for educating our hot male youth!
	He grins to think how perfectly he read Cody's leather fetish.
Fuck yeah, he's into it.  He's gonna cum on the spot when he sees me in my
chest harness.
	He pulls the boy close for a smoldering kiss, pressing his
hardening dick against the boy's equally stiff cock.
	They break their clench and mount the bike.
	Cody calls to Rush as he hops on.
	"Can't wait to get my hands on your hot fucking muscle in that sexy
leather jacket while we ride! Get ready, dude, I am copping major feels!"
	As soon as they start moving, Cody scoots up close to Rush, holding
him tight, nestling his crotch right up into his coach's firm, hard
ass. Rush loves to feel the boy's thick, hard shaft pressing up against
him. He's glad Cody decided against underwear.
	As they ride, Rush lets out a low, guttural moan when he feels one
of Cody's hand reach down from hugging his waist, and shyly start to
massage his cock through his jeans, while making subtle little dry-hump
thrusts with his fully hard cock in Rush's ass. Rush loves seeing the boy
take so quickly to same-sex desire -- he's learning, as so many hot boys do
when they finally indulge their true passion, that a dude like him can
never get enough dick.
	Rush lives on the top floor of a warehouse loft dowtown. He speeds
them there on his bike, loving all the sexy stroking and dick-nuzzling from
his hot young jock-boy. He parks his bike by the loading dock in back, and
they climb up the stairs to the metal door that opens on a dark, dusty hall
leading to the art gallery that occupied the building's first floor, as
well as the freight elevator that will take them up to his place. Raw lust
rages through him. His cock is like thick steel.
	The look of Cody leaning against the brick wall as Rush fumbles for
his keys: hoodie zipped almost all the way down, showing that expanse of
smooth, young, gorgeously carved teen-jock muscle, looking so damn tempting
in the early twilight. His eyes drift down to the boy's jeans and the
revealing bulge. His lust seems to exhale itself in a low, raspy growl.
	"Fuck, Cody, you're just too damn hot."
	He takes the boy in his arms and doesn't so much kiss him as maul
his mouth with hot, fevered passion. He pulls back to catch his
breath. Cody's cheeks glow with excitement.
	"Rush, dude. I -- I can't tell you what's going on inside me. The
thought of -- finally -- my first dude. And it's you, dawg. Hottest fucking
stud in the world. Fuck, man, I ain't never been as excited for sex in my
life!  I mean, I been with tons of girls. And to think -- we're gonna be
chillin' together all night long! Damn, bro, I'm so fucking hot and horned
up for you, it's unreal!"
	Rush notices the boy is fully hard and straining under his
jeans. He reaches down, quickly unzips, and Cody's thick, stiff cock
springs out. He fondles it in his big, powerful grip while he leans in and
licks the boy's ear, whispering hot passion to him.
	"All night long, dude. You got that right. Gonna make you feel so
damn good, stud. This hot, hot body of yours is finally gonna know what sex
is all about. Fuck, Cody, you are too damn hot."
	Cody is gasping, panting with young lust. Rush can feel the precum
that's already oozed out from his piss-slit, now coating the boy's uncut
cock-head with a slimy glaze. He cups the boy's hard, straining cock in his
hand, lets a huge dollop of saliva trail down from his mouth to coat the
boy's head and shaft, then bends down to lick and suck that gorgeous young
prick.
	Cody begins moaning in soft, breathless pleasure. After a minute or
two of ecstasy, he pants out his gratitude to his older lover.
	"Rush, when you suck my cock, it's the most amazing feeling ever!"
	Rush pulls off the boy's dick for a second.
	"Wait 'til I fuck you!"
	He goes back to feasting on that delicious jock cock.
	"Fuck yeah, Rush! Suck my cock! FUCK! Un-fucking-real how fucking
hot this is."
	Boldly, Cody reaches his hands to cup the back of his coach's head,
pressing him harder on his cock, begging him to satisfy his boundless young
need.
	The boy's precum is flowing full and steady now. It mixes with the
thick, dense flood of saliva coating Rush's hungry mouth, drooling with
desire for this hard, thick, young meat. Cody is groaning with pleasure.
	Rush can't help the sly smile that spreads across his face when
Cody pulls his saliva-glazed shaft out of Ruch's mouth and sexily plays it
across Rush's beard-scruff.
	What a hot fucking tease, Rush thinks. Probably something he picked
up from all that gay porn he strokes to. So damn wonderful for older studs
like Rush that all these hot young gay-curious muscle-teens spend so much
time schooling themselves on m/m porn, studying up on their desire,
cramming for their first time.
	"Fuck, Rush! The feel of your sexy beard on my cock is amazing!
Dude, I am so fucking horny for you!"
	Rush stands up, gets his key out, and opens the door.
	"Inside, boy. We have got some serious fucking ahead of us."
	They're all over each other as the elevator slowly ascends to the
top floor. Cody's hard thick length of boy-meat still juts out from his
pulled-open jeans, and as Rush kisses the boy in lecherous, open-mouthed
passion, he jacks Cody's cock and strokes his smooth, ripe ass.
	Once inside Rush's loft, Cody lets out a "Wow!" The loft has
floor-to-ceiling windows on two sides, giving an impressive late afternoon
view of downtown.
	"Great place!"
	"I'll give you the tour later, stud. Right now, I'm gonna explode
if I don't hit up that sweet, sweet ass of yours."
	He lunges for the boy, and to Cody's gasping astonishment, sweeps
him off the ground and over his shoulder.  Seconds later, he flings the boy
onto a huge, king-size bed, beautifully appointed with a thick, soft,
satiny quilt and a mass of huge, puffy pillows.
	The bedroom is like the living area -- two walls are enirely
windowed. Gorgeous late sunlight seems to cover the bed like thick
honey. Rush roughly pulls the boy's shoes and socks off, then the
jeans. Cody has already pulled off his hoodie.
	Then Rush stands and just worships his latest, maybe his most
gorgeous, conquest. Pure American Jock. Handsome as fuck and so lusciously
ripped. With that seven or so inches of thick, delicious boy-meat standing
at very willing attention.
	For maybe the twentieth time today the older muscle-stud can only
sigh in wonderment.
	"So fucking gorgeous."
	Cody writhes his muscular frame sensually on the bed. Rush can see
the boy's hard, wet cock throbbing with anticipation.
	He kicks off his boots, pulls off his socks, flings off his jacket
and T-shirt (his exposed, beautifully worked, lightly furred chest gets a
thick, low groan of lust from the boy), then shucks his jeans. He stands at
the bedside, posing and flexing a bit so the boy can worship the perfectly
carved muscle and huge, thick cock of the stud who's going to throw him his
first fuck.
	And worship Cody does. He lays back, ensconced in the luxurious
folds of expensive bed-linens, and just gazes at his muscle-crush lover
while stroking his hard young cock.
	"Unreal, Rush! So damn gorgeous."
	Rush lets a slow smile play across his face, then joins his young
lover in bed.
	Two hot, hard, muscular dudes -- one a very experienced cock-hound,
one a cock-hungry virgin -- both with steel-stiff rods aching to erupt,
begin fully indulging their mutual passion.
	Cody flips his beautifully cut bulk so that he lies on top of Rush,
kissing his coach feverishly, playing his hands all over that hard, cut
muscle, and mashing his hard, straining cock against Rush's huge thick
hardness.
	He whispers softly to his first male lover.
	"Fuck, man, to lie naked with you like this, feeling your hard,
bare muscle against my own. Amazing, Rush. So fucking sexy. Hard cock
against hard cock. Aw, fuck! Unreal."
	"Flip around, so we can work each other's dicks."
	"Oh fuck yes!"
	Soon the two studs are lapping away at each other's hard, thick,
dripping cocks. Their dicks seem to compliment each other -- both thick and
impressively long (though Rush's is inches thicker, inches longer), and
both lusciously uncut, but where the older stud's cock is laced with thick,
sexy veins, the boy's is smooth and sleek (soft, it dangles plump and
tasty; hard, it juts up like a thick polished rod, sleek, with a nice sexy
curve). Cody's cock has a sweet, sexy bump-out before it dangles down,
making it look like a candy cane, where Rush's massive girth droops
straight down. Cody's foreskin nipples a half-inch over the tip, and it's a
thin sheath, allowing the contours of his cock-head to show temptingly
underneath; Rush's huge shaft is covered by a thick, meaty hood that hides
almost the whole head, letting just a sexy peek of piss-slit show.
	Cody is obviously in heaven. The randy, excited young colt has to
comment on each marvelous aspect as it happens.
	"Dude, it's so awesome to suck and jack this big-ass dick of yours!
To have this huge, massive, pulsating rod in my hand! It's like I'm holding
a wizard's wand or something! Like it's bursting with magic energy! Your
cock is just SO damn gorgeous! And so frakking HUGE! I can barely get my
damn hand around it, dude! Fucking amazing!"
	Cody is obviously inexperienced at cocksucking. He can only get the
head and about two inches of Rush's thick girth in his mouth, but his
eager, breathless hunger is a total turn-on for Rush. All that kissing and
licking his head, while jacking his shaft and playing with his big sac has
him outrageously hard.
	"Fuck yeah! Get that dick nice and wet, boy.  Worship that cock
like you worship my muscle. Make love to that dick, bro!"
	Rush loves it, this hot boy's rapt awe over dick -- transported by
Rush's powerful jutting hard-on, feeling blessed with the chance to worship
his first man-cock, venerating it with an almost frenzied passion, as if it
were some pagan fetish-god, some totemic sacred pole that could grant a
true believer's most fervent prayer.
	And Rush knew exactly what every young, wide-eyed disciple's
deepest wish was. And he was only to ready to grant it. Because while Cody
continues his passionate worship of his first prick, Rush savors the
roundest, smoothest, most succulently perfect cherry ass he's ever seen,
readying it for its first fuck.
	He starts by tonguing -- first sweet and slow and gentle, almost
delicate; but once he starts rimming the boy's deliciously smooth, ripe
ass, his appetite for that cherry hole becomes ravenous. Same with his
fingering, which quickly grows from a teasing tickle and poke, to a wanton
prying open of the boy's tight pleasure-portal. First one finger, then two,
then three glide in to make an entry for his ram-rod.
	Cody continues to chow down merrily on his first stud-cock,
punctuating his sucking and lapping with deep moans of ecstasy from his
first rim-job. Rush begins lubing up that stretched-open rosebud with his
own saliva, thick and viscous and dripping with lust, and then, to help
ease the pain of his huge, raging, ram-horn's first entry, he reaches for
the bottle of clove oil in the bowlful of cock rings and lubes he keeps on
his nightstand.
	All that concentrated ass-play gets Cody insanely hard. So Rush
pulls the boy's big dick back and tongues up and down the shaft and balls
wantonly, while he keeps finger-fucking the boy's expanding pucker. Down
his thick, dripping tongue goes over the boy's hard shaft, stopping to
tease the tip, then back up that hard cock, slathering each ball, then on
up to his widening jock-hole. The combined dick-and-ass-play is too much
for the horny youth.
	He feels Cody's mouth break off from cocksucking. Then after
grunting a few sharp, high-pitched cries, the young jock calls out that
he's going to cum. And thick gobs of boy-cream erupt from his dick onto
Rush's chest and abs and face and fingers -- seven or eight loads, all
flooding out so fast it seems like one steady gush. It's so sexy watching
the boy's cut, sexy abs contract as he cums and seeing the spurts of cream
shoot from his cock.
	Rush tongues whatever boy-cum he can off his lips, then scoops up a
few pools from his chest and licks them off his fingers. The rest he uses
to help lube the boy's round, inviting hole.
	Cody is so beautiful, so perfect, like a young Greek god, all
smooth-cut chiseled marble. Rush has rarely felt this hard for a boy
before.  The older stud's voice sounds like it's coated with sandpaper as
he hymns a rasping lust-chant to his young Adonis.
	"Fuck, Cody. My whole body feels like one huge, hard cock right
now. I want to fuck this hot, hot body of yours with every nerve, every
muscle, every cell in my body. There is no part of me that is not achining
to fuck you. Forget my cock, Cody, you get my damn mind hard, my soul hard,
my spirit. Such a fucking turn-on for me!"
	He grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand and works to further
open that gorgeous young hole until finally Cody screams with an unbearable
longing to be fucked by the huge, glorious cock he'd been worshipping. Rush
has to have it now, too. His cock feels like it's going to blast apart.
	"You ready for this man-cock?"
	The boy cries out in desperate, pitiful need.
	"OH FUCK YES, RUSH! Fuck me, dude! Please! I need this cock so
bad!"
	"Gotta big, thick dick for you, Cody. It's gonna feel so fucking
good!"
	He scoots against the pillows on the headboard, sits Cody on his
lap, lets a little more lube run over his cock, then guides the head of his
monstrous dick to the boy's achingly ready hole.
	Slow prodding at first, Cody working his strong young hips to push
down while Rush gently eases up, and soon his cock-head works past the
tight muscle-ring.
	Rush moans in a deep, hoarse cry that seems ripped out of him, at
the sheer bliss of his thick, straining hardness oozing slowly, lusciously,
up into the warm, tight, tender flesh of the boy's virgin hole.
	Cody totally loses all control. He pants and moans and squeals in
high-pitched frenzy, like a young child, while he takes in Rush's huge,
thick hardness.
	Rush is amazed: it takes less than a minute for his thick,
throbbing length to disappear fully into Cody's jock-hole, to feel his big
nutsac against the boy's ass-cheeks. Cody gasps in sheer delight, savoring
the first-time feel of a hard, thick man-cock buried deep in his guts. He
sighs deliriously.
	"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh damn!  Sooooo fucking good!"
	As he gets his rapid breathing under control, he sits still for a
while, moaning soft and low. He soon begins to shift and writhe his ass on
Rush's hard pole, wanting to feel every electric sensation he can. Then he
starts pumping his ass up and down on Rush's stiff, meaty fuck-stick.
	Rush is delighted at how smoothly the boy's first fuck has
gone. Damn, he smiles, this gorgeous young hottie is a born bottom; it's
almost obscene how much he loves taking dick. It's probably the pride of a
young athlete, too, wanting to impress an older stud with his conditioning,
his control, his toughness, his performance.
	Cody sits in Rush's lap, eyes closed, mouth gaping open, looking
like a lust-drunk boy-slut, pounding his ass up and down on Rush's huge
stud-cock.  He cries out with loud delight.
	"Fuck yeah! Stretch my hole, Rush! Fuck that tight jock ass! Jesus
Fuck, this feels amazing! Look at how fucking hard I am from your cock in
me!"
	Its true, the boy's dick is rock-hard. Rush leans back against
headboard, savoring the feel of this magical fuck.
	Cody continues to work his beautifully carved bulk furiously up and
down on his first man-cock, gasping and shouting, raging with a joy he's
clearly never dreamed possible. Rush jacks the boy's hard, bobbing cock, to
add another layer of delight to the boy's first real fuck, to show him the
full range of deep, masculine pleasure available when two hard-body studs
couple.
	As he watches Cody sink into that deep warm pool of m/m bliss, Rush
shifts his firm, hard-carved bulk so he can stretch out on the bed, letting
Cody fully control the fuck for a while, riding him cowboy-style. The look
on the boy's face, eyes closed in ecstasy as he furiously pumps his ass up
and down on Rush's huge, long hardness, is priceless. He was born to take
dick.
	The boy's ass is exquisitely tight, and he works it up and down
with an athlete's firm control. Cody is an even more amazing lover than
Rush dared hope.
	The boy opens his eyes, a smile of dreamy lust on his face, as he
gazes down on his coach's ripped torso. Rush leers up at him.
	"You like that big dick?"
	Cody pants in breathless joy as he keeps riding his older lover.
	"Oh, fuck yeah! I LOVE riding this huge fucking cock! Feels so
fucking good workin' my ass on it!"
	Then Rush spits on his hand and reaches over to jack the boy's
bobbing stiffness again. Cody moans and then gets a devilish gleam in his
eye. He grabs both of Rush's hands and holds them over his head. Then he
leans forward, still pistoning his ass aggressively on Rush's cock, and
kisses his lover in explosive, open-mouthed passion. Rush can feel the boy
shift his hips so that he's riding his cock now in a way that lets him
grind his own steel-hard shaft against Rush's carved washboard. It's like
he's inventing the gay playbook, Rush smiles to himself, appreciative of
the boy's heady man-lust.
	And then, suddenly, Cody leans back and cries out he's cumming.
Those strong ass-muscles clench tightly around Rush's long, thick shaft as
load after load of hot cream shoots across Rush's chest and abs. By the
time Cody shoots his last spurt, Rush cums too, giving the boy's
wonderfully fucked hole its first proper breeding.

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