Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2018 12:00:35 +0000 From: Rio Mack Subject: Strength Coach 3 (gay/athletics) Strength Coach, part 3 by Rio Mack DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex. Please help support NIFTY! Both boys, older and younger, lay back in their post-fuck bliss. Rush softly pulls Cody's handsome face next to his to kiss tender, amorous thanks across the boy's cheeks, lips, and forehead. Cody sighs as his older lover caresses and strokes him. "So amazing, Rush. Unreal how good it felt with your huge cock pounding my ass. I knew it would. That is fucking SEX, dude! Fuck, we gotta do that all night. I have never been that hard before as I got with your cock in me!" Rush fingers a big glob of cum off his abs and feeds Cody some of the load the boy just shot. Cody cleans it gratefully off his lover's fingers, then scoops up some for Rush. Once they've taken a few more turns sharing the boy's thick, creamy load, Cody scoots down and begins to tongue the cum and ass-juices off Rush's meaty cock. He licks, savors, and moans as he sensuously laps up and down his coach's massive tool. He pauses to kiss and lick and suck each nut in Rush's big, drooping ballsac, then teasingly trails his tongue lower to dance up and down the older stud's taint, but quickly resumes the delicious business of licking and sucking that huge, irresistibly addictive length of man-cock. He stops and looks across Rush's hard-carved abs and chest to smile at his new lover. "Fucking LOVE your cock, dude! It feels so good tonguing over those awesome veins you got. And it's so damn thick, so damn long, so fucking luscious! Gets me hard as fuck being able to pleasure a big thick dick like this. I fantasize about sucking some hot stud's huge cock like 24/7." Cody sucks as much of the head and shaft in as he can, swirling his tongue around the tip once the dick stuffs his mouth, to get every drop of cum off. Thick strands of saliva trail off Rush's cockhead when Cody pulls his mouth away to catch his breath. Then the boy licks along the part of the shaft he couldn't fit into his mouth. He runs his tongue back up the length of Rush's hefty manhood, teases the piss-slit with the tip of his tongue, lets his tongue slip under the thick fleshy hood, circles around the head, then nips and pulls on the meaty foreskin, stretching it out sexily. Rush purrs with pleasure as the young cock-hound ministers to his rapidly hardening fuckstick. "I just want to worship this beautiful dick, Rush. This amazing cock. I want to get it hard and huge so I can feel it flood my ass again. Fuck, I crave sex with you so damn much! It's like the ultimate fucking workout! This intense muscle-blast!" Rush is thrilled. The boy has the same drive, the same passion, the same addiction to sex as he. Rush wants nothing more than to pile-drive his hard cock in that tight, sweet, jock ass, and all Cody wants is his hot, hungry hole filled and pounded by Rush's hard cock. Each of their needs satisfies the other's in a perfect lust-economy. It's like one of those elegant mathematical proofs where the variables on one side of the equation work out to exactly equal the variables on the other. Suddenly, the boy pulls off Rush's steel-hard shaft and, wide-eyed, excitedly voices a question to the older stud. "Dude! Can you teach me how to take this whole fucking monster cock in my mouth? I fucking SERIOUSLY want to be able to deep-throat this awesome dick. It feels AMAZING when you take me all the way in! I fucking HAVE to be able to do you. Plus, it always looks so damn hot when dudes do it in porn, and I really want to be a hot lover for you, dude. I want to learn everything I can, as fast as I can, to please a hot stud like you. I don't want you kickin' me to the curb cause I'm just a half-assed punk in bed." Rush sits up, takes the beautifully muscled teen in his arms and kisses him passionately. Then he looks deep in his young lover's eyes. "Cody, no fucking worries there, dude. You're already the hottest boy I've ever been with. Whatever we do together is going to please me, no doubt about it. But sure I'll teach you to deep-throat. It's easy as hell once you know the technique, and you should know how to do it not just for me, but for all the other dudes you get with." So Rush proceeds to teach Cody how to take a lover's cock down to the root. He starts by explaining the physics of deep-throating to the boy, quickly and clearly, giving him an overview that will help him make sense of the separate skills he'll need to co-ordinate. It's the way he'd explain any new exercise to an athlete he's training, the way he explained how to work abs and glutes to the boy earlier. Cody will pick it up fast, Rush knows -- he has intense drive and motivation, great muscle control, and he seems to intuitively grasp the idea behind a new pump very quickly. Sure enough, after explaining the science behind the gag reflex and breathing, telling him to make sure there's enough moisture, suggesting ways the boy could position his head to make it easier, then demonstrating slowly a couple times (on Cody's own hard, excited seven-plus inches) how you manage everything with another dude's meat in your mouth, Cody is able to take Rush all the way down after only four tries, mashing his nose against Rush's stubbly blonde bush and rubbing it back and forth gleefully, to celebrate having achieved his full-throated victory. After he takes his lover's entire shaft successfully a few times, he pulls off and looks up at Rush, eyes a little watery but bright with the joy of having mastered a new, difficult routine. His face is flushed and grinning. "Hell yeah! I can take every fucking inch of this huge fucking man-cock of yours! Fuck, I'm gonna be the most finest-ass lover you've ever had, dude! You want this huge fucking dick of yours sucked right, you're gonna have to come see about your boy Cody!" He goes back to deep-throating his stud-lover until Rush begins steadily oozing precum, cock straining and throbbing. "I need that ass, stud." Cody is only too happy to oblige. He gets on all fours and wags his smooth, firm, achingly perfect ass at Rush, bringing a hand round back to playfully tease his tight, tempting rosebud, trying to further excite his already enflamed lover. Rush laughs to see Cody cop a move straight out of gay porn, but nevertheless the boy looks hot as hell. But Rush isn't ready for Cody's next move. The sexy young muscle-tease does his sexiest pout-face, then works a middle finger sensuously into his recently fucked boy-hole and pulls out a finger coated with Rush's cum. Cody gives Rush a lewd, leering smile, closes his eyes as if he's lost in a lust-trance, then brings his finger up to his lips and slowly licks it clean. He purrs erotically to his muscle-stud lover. "Mmmmm, coach-cream! So so good! Got any more for your hungry boy, Daddy?" Rush groans in utter ball-tingling lust at that sexy young fuck, and then moves on him in quick, fevered passion, his cock rock-hard and ready. He spends a minute fingering open the boy's recently-popped cherry hole, then he slowly slips his precum-and-spit-slick cockhead in. Cody moans in deep, grunting delight as his coach's massive thickness oozes its way past his tight pucker. Soon Rush has the boy spread out on the bed, flat on his chest, while he drills that warm, tight boy-hole. He pounds him over and over in short, hard thrusts, crying out what a sweet fucking ass Cody has. Cody matches his passion, whooping in delight at being fucked by such an amazing cock. Rush moans in exquisite pleasure as he feels the boy's ass clench tightly on his thick, hard shaft, desperately trying to keep that cock implanted in his hot, hungry hole. Rush knows he won't last much longer. He loves fucking this prime jock-teen ass, and marvels at how willing the boy is. Fleetingly, he pictures the other gorgeous boys on the football team, one after another, lying in this same position, begging for Rush to fuck their tight, cherry asses. He lies over the boy's firm-muscled bulk and jackhammers that tight, moist hole. Sweat drips off his hard, powerfully-muscled body. He screams in raw passion. "Fuck, Cody! I fucking love fucking you! Best fucking ass!" "Fuck me, Coach! Fuck me hard! Been wanting my ass fucked for, like, forever! Fucking LOVE that huge hard cock ramming my ass! Hot fucking cock!" Rush can feel the boy rubbing his own hardness against the bed as the young jock plays his ass back and forth over Rush's huge shaft, all the time his ass-muscles keeping firm, steady pressure on his older lover's cock. It feels amazing to Rush. Grade-A Choice fucking. Cody cries out in lusty young gusto. "FUCK! Gonna cum, dude!" "Fuck yeah! Cum for me, Cody! Cum for me, hot boy!" As he shoots, Cody's body-spasms cause his powerful ass muscles to tighten so hard on Rush's cock, the older stud thinks it might actually snap. After six spasms of boy-cream erupt onto the bed-sheets, Rush pulls out of Cody's ass, spins the teen around, and furiously jacks his cock in front of the boy's mouth. Cody's lips open greedily, expectantly, gratefully. Just a few strokes, and Rush shoots load after load of thick, hot cream across the boy's face, lips, forehead, and into his mouth. Cody's expression is glazed, lust-drunk. Mouth agape, he looks to Rush like some crazed zealot, lost in fevered prayer. They kiss with the serene joy of sated passion. After they catch their breath, Rush takes the boy on a tour of his loft. Night is falling. The floor-to-ceiling windows are painted now in the pale blue-violet of early evening, illuminated here and there by downtown neon. Rush loves padding through the open spaces of his home naked with the boy, their big dicks swinging and hard muscle rippling as they move across the hardwood floor. He strokes Cody's firm, smooth ass as he leads him down the hall, to the front of the loft. He shows him the big open-plan front room - living area, with couches, coffee table, bookshelves, stereo, and huge flatscreen; and taking up about a third of the open space, the kitchen and dining area. Cody ooh's and aah's at all the windows and exposed brick, as well as Rush's sparse but elegant furnishings. He especially likes the art Rush has up -- dotting the walls are huge framed photos of beautifully built, big-dicked, tatted-up muscle-studs, either nude or in bulging jocks or briefs, thick cocks easily traceable. The men in the photos are all friends of Rush's, fellow fitness models; the prints given to him by various photgraphers they all work with. Cody thinks they're amazing. As Cody inspects the framed pictures, Rush inspects him. An achingly beautiful, superbly defined young jock, all naked muscle, with that smooth, delectable cock curving down. The glans around the head show clearly through the stretched-taut of his foreskin, making his cockhead look like a luscious bon bon, dipped in pink chocolate, begging for Rush's mouth to gobble it up. A seriously cut, big-dicked teen muscle-stud, with a firm, ripe ass, is the most beautiful thing in the world to Rush. He decides right there and then that he's got to have nude boys around him at home like this as much as possible. Cody is a wonderful start, but there's so many other stunning young muscle-jocks on the team. Rush knows he has serious work ahead of him, turning as many of those other hotties as soon as possible. But he can't waste this year -- the opportunity his job presents is too perfect, and his need for a whole stable of young hotties like Cody is too great. Rush leads the boy to the back room, fitted out by the previous tenant as an exercise space -- again, floor-to-ceiling windows on two sides, with one wall of exposed brick, and another covered in mirrored glass. Exercise mats cover much of the hardwood floor. There's a weight bench with barbells and a rack of plates at one end. Hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room is a bar Rush uses for pull-ups and leg raises. There's a cube in the corner for working his calf muscles, and a heavy bag hanging in another corner for sparring. And that's it as far as equipment. Cody is impressed. "Damn, wish I had a big space like this at home I could work out in. I got my weights crammed in one corner of my bedroom." "I love it. We'll work out in here tomorrow morning, after our run. Wait until you see how the morning sun floods this room. The best damn workout studio." "Can't wait for a run and workout with you tomorrow, dude! But I'm curious why you don't have more equipment. Some machines, maybe?" "Truthfully? Besides just good old-fashioned weight-lifting, I think you get the best pump from using your own body weight as resistance. So I do lots of push-ups, pull-ups, crunches, leg raises, shit like that." Then he gives the boy a sly grin. "You'll see tomorrow. Tell me if you don't get the best pump ever -- if you can keep up, that is." "I'll keep up, dude. Don't even trip!" As they head out of the workout room, Cody asks Rush how he found such a cool space as this loft. "It was incredible luck. When I got the coaching job offer last spring, and I knew I was going to move here, I was doing a shoot for a photographer I work with who's based here in town -- ." "A photo shoot? For what?" "Dude, didn't I mention that to you boys on the team? I do fitness modeling. For underwear, jocks, swimwear. Plus, a lot of male nude art photography. I actually get a lot of work. I'll show you some books and stuff later." "Damn, Rush! That's so hot! With your amazing body, I should have figured out you were a model. Fuck, I love jacking to those hot muscle-studs on the underwear and sexy swimwear sites. I'm sure I must have seen you. Fuck, bro, I was probably jacking to you and crushing on you before I even met you! You, like, subliminally seduced me in some jockstrap ad I stroked to." "No doubt. Anyway, I was telling this photographer here in town -- Jesse Stone, he's super famous, uses me a lot for his books and calendars, and when he's doing underwear shoots. So I tell him I'm gonna be moving here and does he know of any nice places to rent, and he sort of laughs and says he and his lover have just broken up, and their place is available. His lover was a college wrestling coach here in town. Wyatt Something." "Wyatt Wilson?" "That's it!" "Dude's a fucking coaching legend. He won NCAA's so many times I can't even remember. Plus, the dude was such a he-man stud! Ex-Marine or something like that. Seriously, Mr. Butch Macho. I read an interview with him online that showed some pictures of him. I remember jacking to those pics, the dude was smoking hot. That's so cool that that he-man stud is gay. I totally see it now -- makes perfect sense a dude that hot is into hot men. So he broke up with his photographer boyfriend, and you got their place?" "Exactly. It's kjnd of a wild story, actually. Seems the coach fell in love with one of the boys on his college wrestling team. Jesse even showed me some photos he'd taken of the kid. Dude was hot as fuck." Rush pauses here, sexy smile on his face, to stroke Cody's chest and cock. "Just like you and me, dude -- a young hottie and his coach hooking up. A tale as old as time. Anyway, the coach wins nationals with his young stud lover, and then they decide they can't live without each other, so the coach and Jesse split up. The break-up sounded pretty amicable, Jesse told me he'd been cheating with some hot young dude himself. So Jessie moves out, and the young hottie moves in here with the coach. But then, almost immediately, the young hottie wrestler's mother dies, and he and the coach decide they're going to move up north and take over the family farm the kid inherits. So they're living up there now, happy as hell from what Jesse said. Wyatt owned this building, and he was going to sell before they moved, to have more capital to invest in the farm. I had money saved up from my modeling, along with an inheritance I got a year ago. I was looking for a good investment -- I was even thinking real estate -- and this building drops right in my lap. It's perfect. Hell, the rent from the tenants on the first five floors is enough to live on. Add my coaching salary and what I get from modeling, and I am living large." He starts sexily stroking Cody's dick again. "I'm a fucking sugar daddy, dude. You should give up your ass to me whenever I want, and maybe I'll lavish all sorts of goodies on you." "Fuck, dawg, you can have my ass any time you want. The only goodie I want is that fucking horsecock hanging almost down to the floor. That shit's worth its weight in gold." Rush slaps his young lover's ass, and they leave the workout room. They end the tour in the bathroom. Hardwood floors and exposed brick again, with just one wall of windows. The afternoon lighting is beautiful in here. Cody immediately notices the art in here, another photo that hangs centered on one of the brick walls. "That's you! Awesome! Fucking hot, dude! Fucking big-dicked stud!" The photo is a very sexy shot from one of Rush's modeling shoots. He was messing around, nude, between takes of him modeling jockstraps. The photo shows him completely nude, mucles taut and pumped, giving a mean, sexy sneer to the camera, and clutching his huge cock, wagging it in front of the viewer, letting his big ballsac play through his fingers. The photographer snapped it, loved it, and sent Rush a big print. It's the only photo of himself he has up in the loft. It's perfect for the bathroom. Rush reaches into the walk-in shower space, big enough for four and tiled all over in field-stone, to get the hot water going. While the water heats up, and the shower gets steamy, Rush opens a drawer under the sink and takes out a small pipe, a jar of pot, and a lighter. He fills a bowl, lights it, takes a deep drag, and hands it to the boy, who eagerly takes a puff. "I love smoking before a shower. Makes it sensuous as fuck. Especially when I'm showering with another hot dude." Cody grins as he exhales a huge lungful. "Damn, do I love hanging with you or what!?" After a couple more hits each, Rush packs another bowl, and when they finish that, kissing and stroking each other as they smoke, unable to keep their hands off each other's hot muscle, he gets out two thick terry beach towels, lays them on a wood bench by the shower, then herds the boy under the spray, cupping him sensually by his ripe, firm buttocks. The pot kicks in, and soon the two boys are languourously working soaped-up fingers across each other's hard-carved firmness. They kiss each other passionately as their fingers glide over cut, naked muscle. Inevitably, they soon concentrate on soaping hard, jutting cocks and big, low-hanging ballsacs. Then, while jacking his lover's sudsy dick, each hot boy lets soap-slick fingers play up and down in the other's ass-crack. They moan and kiss and tease each other's tongues under the shower-spray as they jack and finger-fuck in stoned delight. At one point, when the hunger is too strong, Rush gently turns the boy around, letting his fingers play across Cody's smooth, ripe ass. Then he gently guides his hard, wet prick into its new home. Cody moans through a steamy lust-haze, reaching back to tease Rush's ballsac while his coach slowly long-dicks him. "Oh, fuck yeah! Play with my nuts, Cody! That feels so damn hot!" He gently pushes the boy against the stone shower-wall and, with Cody's fingers still playing across his drooping sac, lets his cock glide in and out of the sexiest ass he's ever fucked. He presses his face up close to his young lover and licks his ear ravenously. "Fucking love you, Cody! Fucking love being with you like this. Just want to be with you, naked and hard and fucking like this, all the damn time." Cody pants in soft pleasure. "Fuck, Rush, I fucking love this. Love you, dude. Such a dream-stud. So fucking beautiful. So fucking hot. Fucking LOVE the feel of that big stud-cock in my ass." Rush savors the thrill of a strong, muscular boy working a tight, luscious ass back and forth against his huge hard length, riding that cock in obvious pleasure. The best, Rush thinks. The best boy ever. All he wants is a future that includes as much sex with Cody as he can get. He grabs the boy's chest, rubbing and pinching his nipples as his strong hips slowly, sensuously pound home thrust after thrust in that tight, exquisite hole. Cody keeps up the ball-play on Rush's churning nutsac. "Gonna cum, boy. That ball-tickling has me ready to shoot." "Fuck yeah! Cum for me, stud. Fill my fucking hole!" Rush grunts out another three, four, five spurts into his magical new lover. Then he collapses on him under the spray, kissing him with stoned, tender passion, clasping his hands around the boy's hard, firm chest. To be able to have this gorgeous nude Adonis, to be naked with him, to be able to stroke and suck and fuck whenever the mood hits -- and with Cody, the mood seems to always hit -- Rush silently thanks whatever gods have given him this gift. Before they leave the shower, Rush has an idea. He rubs the boy's trimmed bush, then cocks a questioning eyebrow at the young stud. "You up for a little grooming?" Cody is still riding a blissful wave of stoned sex. "Fuck, why not? What you got in mind?" "I notice you shave your chest, and I'm guessing your legs?" "Yeah. I started last year. All the muscle dudes online and in the magazines I read do it. For definition. I mean, it's not like I got all that much hair, but still I want that glistening all-over smooth-muscle look. You probably notice in the shower, at school, after we lift, most of the dudes on the team do, too." "How about shaving your pubes?" Cody's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Never really thought about that. I trim a little, obviously, but never tried shaving it all off. I admit, it looks sexy as fuck when a hot porn star has shaved pubes. You think it'd look hot on me?" "Hell yeah! I fucking love a shaved-bare young hottie." "Go for it!" At once Rush grabs shave cream and a razor from a shelf in the shower. He lathers up Cody's patch and carefully scrapes away every bit of pubic patch. It's so hot seeing the boy's beautifully sleek, plump cock quickly thicken and harden as Rush's firm, strong fingers hold it, carefully bending it this way and that to avoid any nick from the razor. Rush looks up at Cody. "Your crack and balls are smooth as silk. You shave there?" "Nope. Just naturally hairless, I guess." "So damn hot! Fuck, do I ever love rimming that sweet, luscious crack of yours!" Soon Cody's scraped completely bare. Rush turns him so the shower spray can wash off the remaining shaving foam. The older stud lets his fingers glide sensually over the silky, newly shaved patch. "Looks so damn hot! That smooth expanse of skin, muscle and cock. Really shows that hot boy-cock off. Gonna be so hot in the showers, at school, when you shave it in front of the team and me. Fuck. Maybe I'll shave you in the showers, in front of the team. Give `em a hot show to jack to." Cody's almost fully hard now, moaning at Rush's porn fantasy. Rush soaps up his hands and jacks the boy's stiff, jutting hardness, letting one hand play back and forth over his now-bare patch. He stretches Cody's foreskin playfully, then lets a finger dig into the boy's piss-slit. Then he resumes slow, strong jacking. Cody groans in the deep, excited throes of m/m cock-play. He fucks his cock in and out of Rush's tight grip. Rush lets his other hand wander down to fondle the boy's smooth sac. It only takes a bit more of that sexy shower play for Cody to tense and cry out. "Gonna cum, Rush! FUCK!" The boy tenses his gorgeous six-pack, and another series of thick, creamy spurts erupt from the teen's hard, thick prick. They finish the shower and dry each other off, all the while kissing and stroking and purring. Rush spies his electric shaver on the sink counter and smiles at the boy. "Down for a little more grooming?" Cody laughs. "Fuck, dawg, you've obviously become my personal stylist. But, dude, you realize I got no more hair on my body, right?" "Yeah you do. I wanna buzz your head. You'll look hot as fuck." "Awesome! I been thinking about doing that for a while. I notice the hottest muscle-dudes in porn are buzzed. I think it looks sexy as fuck. And I fucking LOVE your buzz-cut, dude. Such a hot-stud look. And the way the hair on your head and beard-scruff is all the same length -- that's so damn hot, bro." Rush smiles and clicks on the shaver. "This'll just take a second. Guarantee you'll love it." He quickly gives the boy a nice, sexy buzz. His head is the perfect shape for it, and Rush knows it will set off that gorgeous face. He clicks off the shaver, scoops up the trimmed hair and tosses it in a waste basket under the bathroom sink, then stands back so Cody can look at his new cut in the mirror. The young jock stands there staring. He turns this way and that, cocking his head one way then another, doing a few flexes and pumps, still just staring, then turns to Rush with a huge grin. "Dude, incredible! I look sexy as fuck! With my patch shaved and my head buzzed, and these sexy-ass muscles -- dude, I look like some hot new gay porn star! I fucking LOVE this look, man. You are a damn fashion guru, bro!" They embrace, loving the feel of their cocks mashing together and their hands exploring hard muscle and smooth ass. "I'm gonna give you some sexy clothes, too, before you leave tomorrow. Super-tight Ts and some hot, tight, lo-cut jeans. Fuck, are you ever gonna look hot. The dudes will become instantly hard when they see you on Monday! Let's head to the living room now. I wanna show you some of my modeling stuff." Rush grabs his pot and pipe and lighter, and the two naked studs head to the front of the loft. He motions for Cody to sit on one of the leather couches. The night has really fallen now; the loft windows are a deep, dark indigo. The only light in the front room comes from the signs and lights downtown. Rush clicks on a table lamp on one side of the couch and a soft glow illuminates the boy's gorgeous, beautifully pumped body. Rush's thick, dangling cock begins to throb again with passion for the boy. It is exquisite hanging out naked together with this hot young muscle-stud. Rush loves his life, loves this wonderful new boy in his life. He loads a soft jazz CD into the stereo, clicks play, then pulls two big volumes from off a bookshelf. The base of the shelving unit are cabinets. He opens one and takes out a calendar from a stack, then sets the material on the coffee table in front of the boy. "Here. Check these out. This is the modeling I do. These books are collections by two of the photographers I model for. This is one of Blue Boyd's books, ADONIS NOW. Genius photographer. He gets the hottest fucking dudes and takes the sexiest fucking photos of them, with these super-sexy backgrounds. There's quite a few of me in here; Boyd calls me a lot. He's got a Twitter feed you've got to start following. I'll show you in a minute. This other book, NAKED STRENGTH, is Jesse Stone's. He's the photographer I told you about earlier. He does male nudes exclusively. Again, the hottest fucking muscle-studs. Beautiful work. There's several shots of me in there. And here, check out this calendar. Jesse does one every year. Flip to November." Cody does, then let's out a long, quiet "Damn!" when he sees the photo illustrating November: it's Rush, naked, looking hot as hell, lying in front of a fireplace, muscles beautifully pumped, and he's fisting his long, thick, beautifully hard cock. "Un-fucking-real! Where the fuck can I buy this calendar." "You can't. It's been sold out since last December. Copies sell now for about six hundred bucks on Ebay. But keep it, it's yours." "WHAT? Six hundred bucks? No way I can take this!" "Yeah you can. It's not like I need the money, and I'd love you to have some cool art featuring me. Put it up in your room; it'll be a sure-fire conversation starter when your buds see it. I'm just sorry there's only a couple more months left in the year to use it, but I'll give you a copy of his new one when it comes out. I'm in that, too." Cody starts looking at the calendar, month by month, as Rush loads another bowl. After about a minute of Cody studying the photo of the hot naked model illustrating January -- a seriously ripped black dude, gorgeous, with long dreads and a monster cock -- Rush notices the boy's begun stroking himself. So cool watching this young muscle-hottie lost in his own porn world, jacking that thick hard shaft. "Freaking hot as hell, right? Wait until you see the other dudes in there. Jesse's photos get me hard as fuck. The dude is an absolute poet of muscle and masculinity. Check out the books when you finish leafing through the calendar, I'm gonna blaze this bowl." Then Rush adds, "You can take those two books home with you, too. I got a couple more extras. I'd love you to have some hot, high-quality gay art." "Seriously? Rush, damn! Thanks, man!" Rush pulls the boy close and kisses him. "Thank YOU, stud. For such a great fucking day! So, you peruse that beefcake, and I'll click on some hot Twitter feeds to show you." He passes Cody the lit pipe and flips open a laptop lying on the coffee table. Cody takes a couple hits as he pages through one hot naked stud after another and slowly jacks his hardening cock. Rush loves watching the sexy muscle-teen pleasure himself. They finish that bowl, and Rush fills and sparks another. Cody finishes paging through the calendar and opens the Jesse Stone photo book. He starts oohing and aahing, feeling the effects of the pot and all the gorgeous, sculpted, male nudes, both of which are equally overwhelming. After they finish the second bowl, Rush clicks open a few different Twitter sites he wants to show the boy. "Here, look at these. You on Twitter?" "Oh yeah, most of the kids at school have accounts. All the dudes on the team do. I can show you my feed, but I warn you, it's pretty lame, mostly pic's of my bro's and I. And shit I retweet from fitness sites. I get like zero likes, zero retweets." Rush turns the laptop screen so the boy can see. "OK, check these sites out. You gotta start following them." First he shows Cody the sites of Jesse Stone, Blue Boyd, and a couple other of his favorite fitness photographers, guys who take seriously sexy photos of gorgeous, ripped muscle-studs and post their work on Twitter. Then he shows him what he thinks are the two sexiest male underwear sites, a couple of the hottest gay porn photo sites he follows, and finally his own feed. He scrolls through photo after photo of the hottest, sexiest, muscle dudes -- either bare-chested, in briefs or jocks or nude -- as Cody lets out one `Damn!' and "Fuck!' and `Hot!' after another, while he keeps stroking his thick, jutting prick. After the tour, the boy gets his phone out, loads Twitter, and instantly follows each site Rush has shown him. He especially loves his coach's site: Rush posts pictures of himself, in undewear, jocks, or nude, along with very sexy retweets of either male models or straight-up porn. They both stroke themselves as Rush scrolls through hot pic after hot pic. Cody turns to him. "Dude, it is so damn awesome being able to sit with another hot muscle-stud, naked, checking out seriously sexy gay shit, and stroking together like this. I fucking fantasize all the time about being able to do shit like this with my boys. Fuck, I am SO damn glad I can finally cut the bullshit and just start being gay and into hot fucking dudes! This is exactly how I want to spend my time, bro." Rush loves the boy's excitement. "Hey, let me see your Twitter feed." "Sure, but like I say, it's pretty lame, especially after seeing your shit." Rush scrolls through the boy's feed. He loves it -- it's mostly photos Cody's posted of him and his boys, hanging out, horsing around. But Rush finds it hot as hell. The most recent photos are all from the past summer, chronicling fun times with Cody and his buds -- hot dudes Rush recognizes from the team. Every damn shot shows shirtless boys partying together, either in board shorts or skimpy swimwear, eager to flaunt their beautifully worked bodies to each other. A couple especially hot pics show hard-carved hotties in just underwear. In one of the all-underwear photos, four beautifully muscled young jocks in white briefs (noticeable bulges on two) are pulling down the underwear, showing a superbly succulent ass, of a fifth jock hottie. Damn, Rush thinks, it looks like all his team-mates are as into hot muscle and homoeroticism as Cody. Rush is positive they'll also be as into m/m fun. He looks through photo after photo of hot young muscle. Here and there, amid the teen-jock amateur porn, is a sprinkling of things Cody has retweeted -- articles or short video clips -- from the fitness sites he follows, each one showing a beautifully muscled, bare-chested stud in a gym, demo'ing some exercise. His entire Twitter feed is all hot muscle dudes. A warm feeling flows through Rush as he quickly sees Cody's tweets for what they are: the sweet, shy, unconscious confession of a deep, overwhelming lust for boys, the first awkward attempt at finding his gay identity. Another surge shoots through his thick cock. How wonderful to find this gorgeous young beauty at just the right, ripe, perfect time in his life. He puts Cody's phone back on the coffee table. "I love your feed, bro. Unreal hot." The boy is still scrolling through Rush's own Twitter feed, and still stroking his jutting hardness to scintillatingly sexy photos. As he scrolls, Rush notices the boy pauses for a few seconds, giving his dick an extra few tugs and letting out with a `Damn!', whenever he comes to an especially hot nude of his big-dicked, hard-muscled coach. Rush interrupts Cody's stroke session to quickly add Cody's page to his follows. Then he turns the laptop back over to the boy, and gets up off the couch, giving him a quick hot kiss before he rises. "Now, you chill here for a while. You can keep jacking that hot, hot boy-cock to more nude pics of your muscle-stud coach. Meanwhile, I'll just get a few things ready so we can make dinner. You getting hungry?" "Hell yes! After our workout, and all that fucking? Dude, I am hungry as hell!" "Cool. This will just take me about ten minutes. Then, when I get everything ready, you can help me." Rush heads off to the kitchen. He opens the huge restaurant-surplus refrigerator and takes out some chicken, some vegetables, and a couple beers. He puts it all on the island counter, then brings one of the beers over to Cody. "Here. Something cold to sip on while you check out hot guys." He gives the boy a very steamy kiss, while stroking his young hardness, then heads back to the kitchen. Cody calls out to him from the living area. "Fucking best day ever, dude! Hands fucking down!" After about ten minutes, he walks back over to Cody, who's still clicking through the photos on Rush's Twitter page. "Dude, I fucking LOVE your Twitter shit. Just one hot fucking photo after another. And you are such a fucking star! Over ten thousand followers! And you get, like, thousands of likes and hundreds of retweets on your pics! Especially the nudes! Duh, no surprise there, I guess. FUCK are you ever hot, Rush! So damn gorgeous! Sexiest body ever, and the hottest fucking poses! Seriously, these photos of you I will be stroking to for the rest of my life. It's like porn made art! Plus, you retweet the HOTTEST fucking shit -- not just the porn clips and pics you sometimes post, but the other fitness models! All those dudes are hot as fuck! Fuck, man, forget the football stuff. I wanna be a hot male fitness model." "You definitely could be, Cody. There's lots of boys your age in the business, and you are absolutely perfect-looking: body, dick, ass, face -- all gorgeous. Tell you what -- what if I take some pictures of you tonight and tomorrow, and send them to Jesse and Blue and a couple other of the photographers you saw on my feed? I know about five fitness photographers really well. I'll send them some stuff, and we'll see what they say. Sound good?" "Sounds amazing! Thanks, man! Fuck, would I ever like to pose in sexy underwear or just nude like this. Hey, can I show these books and the calendar and your Twitter site to my buds? I think they'll be as into this as I am." "Of course. And I'd be interested as hell to hear what happens when you do. You might finally find out which of your boys likes boys. I'm bettin' a bunch. I'm thinkin' most of `em are as closeted as you were." "FUCK! It's like the perfect excuse to share my kind of porn! `Hey! Dudes! Wanna see some photos of Coach?' And then I get to show them this hot gay shit -- all this sexy muscle and cock and these smoking-hot dudes -- and gauge their reaction. Damn, I'm hard as fuck just thinking about it!" "Hey, you ready to play sous-chef? I need a vegetable chopper. How are your knife skills?" "I can cut a grilled cheese sandwich in half." "You'll do." Rush notices that while he was prepping in the kitchen, Cody at some point has slipped over his broad, young shoulders one of the blankets he keeps on the couch. He strokes the boy's firm upper body. "You must be getting cold. Yeah, this big space can get pretty cool when the sun goes down and stops streaming through the windows. Come on, let's put some clothes on." Rush pulls the boy off the couch and kisses him, then leads him down the hall to the bedroom, stroking the boy's beautiful hardness as they walk. He wants them always to be hard together, always wants to be able to touch the boy's exquisite hardness. He wishes they could just always be naked together. "Not too many clothes, though. Just enough to take the chill off. I want to see as much of this sexy young muscle as possible while we cook." In the bedroom, Rush grabs a few things from a dresser drawer and quickly dons them. He slips on an ultra-tight, off-white thermal top, looking like it was spray-painted on to his beautifully worked upper body, showing those perfectly carved pecs, sculpted biceps, and each luscious bulge in his 8-pack abs. Too small, it leaves exposed about 2 sexy inches of lean, cut lower abs. Next comes a jockstrap -- Rush chooses one of his favorites, an old, worn Champion swimmer's jock, very small, very tight, very sexy, with a half-inch waist band and straps that hug the curves of his hips and ass perfectly. It's almost obscenely lo-cut, so the waist band rests just atop the bulging base of his thick dick, with a way-too-small pouch, barely covering his thick, fulsome nine-inch man-cock, stretching tight across his hefty girth like it was shrunk-wrap, lusciously revealing that meaty shaft and mouth-watering head. Cody hasn't even started to get dressed. Rush figures he hasn't been able to take his eyes off his gorgeous muscle-stud crush, ogling that hot body adorn itself in sexy clothes. Rush smiles to see the look of lust mixed with wonder on the boy's face. "Fuck, Rush, do you ever know how to wear clothes, dude. I mean, you got the body, obviously, but you sure as fuck know how to dress it, dude. So damn hot. You're like a sexy underwear model 24/7, not just in your profession but in your life. What a fuckin' stud! It's been like watching porn seeing you get that sexy body and big dick dressed in that sexy gear." He goes over and kisses Rush passionately, while stroking his older lover's cock, ass, and muscle. Rush reluctantly cuts off what could easily become more hot sex with this young muscle god, to remind him why they're here. "You better get something on yourself, dude. You can't cook holding a blanket wrapped around you." Cody spots a sweatshirt draped over the back of a chair. "OK if I wear this?" "Dude, I run in that. It's probably funky as hell from my sweat." "I fucking LOVE your scent, dude! It was so hot in the gym this afternoon, working out so close to you and breathing in that sweaty musk of yours. Fucking intoxicating! Seriously, gets me so turned on, it's like I'm high." "Then hell yes. Knock yourself out. I want my man-musk to become a trigger for you, so that every time you get a whiff of me, you'll take your clothes off and want to fuck. Besides, you'll look sexy as hell in just that loose sweatshirt." The boy first puts the sweatshirt up to his face and takes a deep inhale. "Mmmmmmm. So fucking sexy. Smells like pure, all-male stud! Fuck, I wish I had a cologne with this fragrance." Then Cody slips it over his beautifully muscled upper body. It comes right to the top of his smooth, pert, bubble-ass in back and covers not an inch of his dick, letting that mouth-watering jock-cock plump down low and thick in front. The wide neck shows off a nice, bare sexy patch of muscular chest and shoulders. Rush feels his thick cock stirring in that tight, stretched-taut jock pouch. This is what you want in your life, Rush reminds himself again, as if he's reciting a mantra designed to bring him good fortune: a hot boy around as much as possible, gorgeous, muscled, nude or almost nude, always ready to fuck. Damn, he thinks yet again, could I ever get used to having a live-in teen lover like Cody. Fuck, he laughs. This is just what happened to the last coach who lived here -- an affair with his young jock hottie. Maybe this loft is possessed by the wicked ghost of some horny dead muscle-stud coach, whose naughty spirit possesses the current muscle-stud coach occupant and makes him seduce a hot young stud and shack up with him. Now that is a horror-movie scenario he wouldn't at all mind his life becoming. He rubs the boy's sexy new buzz. "Come on, let's fix us some dinner." In the kitchen area, Rush has everything they'll need for dinner washed and laid out. First, he gets a couple more beers from the fridge for Cody and him. The young jock takes his gratefully. "Fuck, my friends and I have to sneak this shit for our weekend parties. This is much more civilized, old bean!" He raises his bottle to toast his host. Rush gives him a `salut' and then explains the dinner prep ahead of them. "OK, chicken tacos and some spicy rice. That sound good?" "Awesome. I love tacos. So what can I do?" "I'll handle the chicken and start the rice. You chop vegetables. There's avocado for the guac, then lettuce, tomatoes, cilantro, cucumber and red onion for the tacos. It's all right there on the counter. Cutting board, knife. I've got you set up perfectly. Put the chopped-up avocado in this dish. The other vegetables are for garnish; you can put them on this platter. Meanwhile, I'll put on some more music and pack another bowl for us." "Damn, I love cooking with you, dude! We should totally do a cooking show together -- 'The Stoned Naked Muscle Dudes' Loft Kitchen'! Who would NOT watch that shit?" He's high as fuck, Rush laughs to himself. What an epic evening. Cody starts chopping. Rush puts on the first disc of Miles Davis COMPLETE JACK JOHNSON SESSIONS, super-heavy, super-rhythmic funk that always goes straight to his dick. It seems like a good choice for hopping around in the kitchen with a hot young near-naked stud. As soon as Cody hears the first few notes, he calls from the kitchen space. "Sweet music, dude! Turn it up!" Rush cranks it, then turns to see Cody doing a sexy dance to the hard-core funk, jacking his body beautifully and flexing his abs while he grooves, that succulent cock swaying wildly. Watching him work his sexy jock body mesmerizes Rush. After soaking in the sheer muscular prowess of Cody's moves for a few seconds, Rush realizes the boy's a really good dancer, with very sexy moves. It must be the years of athleticism, the superb muscle control and sense of timing he's gained from sport, which he's able to transfer to this other, related realm of male physical performance. But it's more than that, Rush thinks: all those times you hear a football player's moves called `balletic,' that's the kind of athlete Cody is. Rush compliments him. "Dude, you are a really hot dancer! Those moves you got are tight as hell!" "I love dancing! I'd go to clubs all the time if I could find someone to go with. None of the boys I hang with are into dancing. Wish they were. Fuck, I would love going clubbing with my sexy-ass buds some night, to some all-ages dance club where we could all dance with each other, all night long. Fuck, would that ever be hot, clubbing with my boys. But whenever we hang out, it's like all they ever want to do is play video games. That shit's getting old. Damn, if a few of my boys would want to dress up sexy, really show off that jock muscle, and hit some club where a lot of other hot boys hang out? Fuck, that would be awesome!" "There's a very hot gay dance club right around the corner from me, dude. Full of VERY hot boys. We'll go there one night. Next weekend, if you ain't busy." "Dude, that would be awesome! Going clubbing with you!? Unreal! Next weekend, definitely. Saturday works best for me." "It's a date. We can work out logistics during the week." "Tight! Can't wait to go clubbing with Mr. Super-Hottie Fitness-Model Stud!" Cody does some more really nicely choreographed hip-shaking to the hard, muscular funk playing. He even pulls up the sweatshirt he's wearing to tease Rush with a glimpse of his cut washboard. Rush loves to watch the sexy boy's muscles ripple and his cock bob when he jacks that hot body. Rush loads a fresh bowl and brings it over to the kitchen island. As he and Cody do hits from the pipe, the horny boys softly stroke each other's cocks. Between puffs, Cody blissfully sighs again. "I tell you, man -- fucking best day ever. By a fucking mile!" Then, bowl finished, they get to work cooking, grooving on the pot, the beer, the music, and their lust for each other's hot bodies, dressed in such sexy, flirty gear. Soon, the chopping is done, the guac is mashed, chips and salsa are in bowls, the chicken is simmering for the tacos, and the corn tortillas are ready to warm. All that's needed now is for the rice to finish. About ten more minutes. Rush gets a wicked glint in his eye as he strokes Cody's stiffening hardness. "I think we got time for appetizers." He grabs the bottle of olive oil, cups his hand under the boy's thick, man-sized cock, and drizzles a thin stream of oil up and down the thick, smooth, meaty shaft. Then he slowly strokes that oiled up cock, gliding his fingers effortlessly over the greased-up shaft and head. He pours a little more oil on his fingers and teases the boy's foreskin, pulling and pinching it, circling a finger under it, then fondles his balls. Cody moans in ecstasy, Rush puts a little more oil on his fingers. Cody's gorgeous cock gleams in sensuous beauty -- its long, plump, pendulous shaft tapering off in that deliciously hooded cockhead, the glans and head showing sexily through Cody's thin, greased-up foreskin, with its sexy little snout of skin hanging off the tip. He kneels down and takes the luscious, glistening length into his mouth, tonguing and sucking that succulent treat wth relish. His oil-coated fingers begin to play up and down the boy's crack. He adds a bit more oil and starts to work a lubed finger into the boy's tight hole. Then two. Cody lets out a loud, gut-wrenching `Fuck yeah!' Rush can feel the boy relax his ass back against his fingers, eager for another fucking. The boy is an absolute dream young muscle-bottom. He sucks his young hottie's now steel-hard shaft, while prying open a lubed-up boy-hole. Cody is panting and moaning in dreamy pleasure. "Aw, Rush! Aw, hell! You sure as fuck know a boy's needs! This is like fuckin' heaven, dude!" More sucking, more fingering, more moaning. "Fuck yeah, man! Stretch my hole! Get me ready to take that big dick! That amazing fucking cock! Getting fucked by you is electrifying, dude! I've never shot more in my life than I have getting fucked by that big stud-cock of yours!" The boy's cock-talk gets Rush randy as fuck. He stands, whips his hard-straining cock out from under his jock pouch, and, with a wolfish leer on his face, lets a thin trail of olive oil stream onto his cock. He skins the hood back and rubs oil all over the head of his jutting cock. He spins the boy around, leans him against the kitchen counter, then quickly works his thick, glistening length into Cody's slicked-up boy-hole. He oozes in slowly; the sensation is delicious. His cock seems to swell and throb with delight at being back in this warm, moist heaven. He glides his thick, aching hardness effortlessly in and out of Cody's tight, luscious ass. He begins to pound the boy's hole in back while fisting that thick, hefty, jutting-hard jock-cock in front. Cody cries out in sheer delight. "Aw yeah, fuck me, Rush! Fuck that fucking ass! Feels so fucking good, bro!" Oiled fingers reach under the sweatshirt the boy's wearing to rub the young jock's washboard and tweak his pebble-hard nipples. His other hand keeps jacking the boy's jutting length and tickling his balls, while he pistons his dick in and out of that sweet, tight ass. Cody just grunts over and over in panting, high-pitched delirium. "Right there, bro! Right there! Don't stop pounding my ass! Right there! Right there!" Soon he cries out he's cumming, and his cock erupts in a series of spurts that collapse his body against the counter. The clenching spasms of the boy's powerful ass muscles on his cock cause Rush to explode his own thick load into that hot jock-hole. After he catches his breath, Cody, his face flushed with almost embarrassed pleasure, turns to Rush and smiles sheepishly. "Fucking love cooking with you, bro." They kiss sensuously. Rush grabs a dish towel and cleans them both off. He stuffs his thick, barely-softened cock back into his jock pouch and goes to check the rice. They eating standing up at the kitchen counter, so they can continue to stroke and kiss and ogle each other. Rush gets them each another beer. The tacos and rice and guac disappear quickly. Cody, especially, is ravenous. He has four tacos and two helpings of rice. `Growing boy,' Rush thinks, fondly. They rinse the dishes, then it's time for more fun. "Come on back to the bedroom, stud." "More fucking? Excellent!" "Not quite yet, slut. First a little dress-up fun." As they pass the living area, Rush spots Cody's phone on the coffee table. "You might want your phone. This will be a definite photo opportunity. You might even want to post pics to Twitter." In the bedroom, Rush immediately slips Cody's sweatshirt over his head and throws it aside. He takes the boy in his arms and kisses him in slow, satisfied lust while letting his hands play over all that smooth, hard, young muscle. Then he steps back and eyes the young jock up and down. "Fuck, do you ever look hot, shaved and buzzed like that. Damn! OK, here we go." He strips off his thermal top, then slips out of his small, tight jock. It's good to be naked again with the young muscle-hottie. He walks over to one of the dressers in his bedroom, pulls out the bottom drawer, brings it to his bed, and dumps it out. A shower of what must be a hundred colorful jockstraps spills out over the bed's plush quilt cover. Cody is agog. "Holy fuck, dude! You got a serious jones for jockstraps! But I think you might want to stop buying `em, dude. Looks like you got enough to last you for the next thousand years or so." "Har har. These are all freebies I got from underwear shoots. They always let you keep what you model. Funny thing is, I've never even worn them again. You see the kind of jocks I wear -- BIKE, Champion, Duke, Safe-T-Gard, strictly old school." "Coach Turner, the Jockstrap OG." "Fuck you. OK, Fashion Show time. Pick out a bunch you like and try `em on. You can take home whatever you think looks hot on you. Meanwhile, I get to sit back and stroke my cock while I watch you, and snap some pics to send to Jesse and Blue. I'll snap a few on your phone, too, in case you want to post any hot pics to Twitter." Cody can't hide his excitement. "Tight! But I get to take some pics of you jerking, OK?" "Go for it! I want you to have some pics of me beating this big stud meat, so you remember the dick that drives you wild." "HA! As if I could forget!" Rush moves a floor lamp over, then positions a table lamp on a dresser. He has Cody do a practice pose against the window so he can check the lighting, snaps a picture, then messes with the lamps until he gets the light the way he likes. Cody meanwhile has been sifting through the pile of jocks to find ones he thinks look hot. "All right, commence the fashion show, stud." Cody eagerly tries on jock after jock, all of them expensive brands he's seen on the underwear sites he like to stroke to. Rush is pleased to see how well the boy takes to modeling. He's a natural. Flexing, posing, making sexy faces, holding that strong, gorgeous body just right. Rush especially loves the first really naughty pose Cody strikes: the boy pulls the jock he's wearing down low on one side, almost to his knee, showing a gorgeous expanse of smooth, naked ass. Rush gives a whoop and takes a couple pictures. "Hell yes! Show that ass off! Fuck, are you ever getting me hard!" Encouraged, the boy pulls the next jock down just low enough in front to show an inch of cock. "You are fucking killing me, stud!" "Dude, I'm just trying to imitate this super-hot fitness model whose Twitter page I was beating my meat to earlier." Cody slips off a black C-IN2 X-waisted jock, and Rush stops him before he can try on another. "Hold up! Let me get a couple nude shots." Cody is happy to oblige. After Rush takes his photos, Cody grabs his phone and takes a few more pics of Rush stroking that huge cock. Cody slips on a red, small-pouched Andrew Christian jock. He flexes, poses for Rush, then whips his big, thick, three-quarters-hard cock out from under the jock pouch. Rush cries out in delight, snapping a picture on each of their phones. "HELL YES!" After about thirty minutes of stroking and taking pictures, Cody is just too hard to stuff his cock into another jock, so Rush calls it quits. "OK, my cock can't take any more of this, either -- it feels like it's going to shatter or explode or something. Fuck, are you ever hot! What say we take care of these hard-ons we got, then scroll through the photos we took?" For an answer, Cody pushes Rush back flat on the bed and immediately goes to work on that huge, hard, monster cock, licking and sucking and stroking and teasing. Rush groans in ecstasy. "Flip around, stud. Let me get a taste of that thick, sexy jock-meat." They 69 with abandon. Cody practices his deep-throating, much to Rush's delight. He lets Rush's cock fall from his mouth for a second so he can say again, "Fucking best day ever!" Then he gets back to work on that huge fuckstick. Rush starts combining oral with ass-play, letting a wet finger or two poke around in the boy's tight little pucker. Cody doesn't miss a beat and begins fingering Rush's hole, getting a sharp, deep moan from the older stud. Soon both boys are ass-69ing on the bed with rapturous abandon. "Fuck, Rush. Even your hole is hot! So tight, with all this sexy blonde hair around it. Fucking scrumptious." He lets a huge dollop of spit drip down on the older stud's hairy man-hole and licks and tongues it deep into Rush's luscious rosebud. His gobbles and snorts drive Rush crazy. Cody fondles Rush's big, droopy ballsac with one hand, while he tongues and fingers Rush's tender hole. It's Rush who first cries out he's cumming. Cody pulls that thick, hard meat back, stuffs it in his mouth, and takes every drop of his lover's hot, thick load. After he shoots, Rush flips back around to fist the boy's dick while kissing him and tonguing his own cum out of the boy's mouth. Soon Cody grunts out about five more spurts of jock-cream, which Rush laps up hungrily. They kiss, and then show each other the pictures on their phones. Sitting close on the bed, loving their naked muscle pressed tightly together, they look through the photos Rush took. He can't believe how good Cody is at posing in sexy undergear for a camera. "Fuck, stud. You're a total natural. Damn, are these ever hot! I'll be amazed if Blue and Jesse don't think so. Blue, especially, loves to feature new, young talent." As Rush goes through his photos, Cody stops every so often and asks him to send certain pics he thinks are really hot. Then, while Rush busies himself tranferring the photos to his laptop and culling a folder of sample photos to share with his photographer friends, Cody decides to post one of the photos of him to his Twitter page. It's a particularly sexy shot of him, lit beautifully, standing in front of the night-filled bedroom window, blurry downtown lights twinkling in the background. His body looks amazing, he has to admit -- cut, pumped, beautifully worked muscle and a hot, hot six-pack. His newly buzzed head gives him an older, sexier air, he thinks, really makes him look like a super-sexy model. The jock he's wearing -- one-inch black waist with bold "Diesel" script lettering, with only enough contrasting red mesh pouch to barely cover his dick -- looks amazing on him. His big, plump bulge looks sexy as hell: his three-quarters hard cock can be easily made out, the thick shaft and head are succulently defined. Cody loves his expression, too: Head turned aside, as if to say to the viewer, `Go ahead, worship my hot body and huge cock, I don't mind.' So, swallowing hard, fingers trembling, he posts it to his page. When Rush is finished sending off the photos, he suggests they chill in the living room to smoke a little more pot and stroke to some porn. Rush opens his laptop, which can wireless-stream to his flatscreen. He clicks on a current favorite clip, then grabs a couple beers from the fridge and joins Cody on the couch. First a smoldering kiss, mashing the back of the hot boy's buzzed head into his open mouth, letting their tongues seethe against each other in passionate need, savoring that lingering taste of cum, while hands roam over firm, naked muscle. He breaks the kiss. Both of them are breathless. "This is so fucking wonderful, Cody. Fuck, I've wanted a boy to be with like this for so damn long. I'll roll us a joint, and we can catch a good buzz while we stroke to some hot clips -- foreplay to get us ready for more fucking." He sees the boy is already hard and, smiling, he sensually strokes the youth's jutting seven-plus inches (maybe eight, Rush thinks, continually impressed by the size of the boy's hefty cock). Cody leans back and his head sighs. "Dude, this is just fucking amazing." Rush cups the boy's nutsac and jacks him some more. "Took the words right out of my mouth, bro." He kisses his young Adonis again, then rolls up a joint. After lighting it and taking a deep drag, he passes it to the boy, who he sees is now slowly jacking his cock while staring, glassy-eyed, at the porn clip he's clicked on (two hot, beard-scruffed, buzz-cut, tattooed muscle studs 69ing and finger-fucking each other). "What kind of porn do you like, Cody?" "You hit my sweet spot with this clip, dude. Hot, hard-muscled dudes into really raw sex. Tat's are a deifinite plus." Cody takes a drag and holds it in. Rush exhales. "Yeah, that's my go-to choice, too. But I can't front. I also like those smooth young muscle-boys on the college sites. You know how you young, built hotties get me hard as hell. Fuck, I'd love to see some porn with you and some of the other young studs on the team. Damn, I could stroke to that shit all day." Cody laughs and coughs out a huge lungful of smoke. "Damn, Rush! Would that ever be hot! Makin' porn clips with my bro's for you! Fuck, I'm gonna be jacking to the thought of that all week long!" After his next puff, Cody continues thinking about himself and Rush and the rest of the team. "Seriously, man -- so many of the dudes on the team are so fucking into your body. I think you're right, I think they're totally closeted like I was. I mean, seems all we've been talking about all week long is what a fucking stud you are. I'm laughing now to think of it, but I swear it didn't seem gay at all for us to talk all that shit about how hot you look, what a massive fucking cock you have, how awesome you look in a jock, how super-ripped you are. But fuck, do I ever get it now. Damn! Naive or what?" He takes another puff, holds it, then passes it back to Rush and continues with his riff on Rush and his buds. "It's like me and my boys have needed a dude like you for a couple years now. I mean, besides the media and shit, all we got in terms of real-life role models are our dads and the other teachers here, and they're not exactly what you'd call hot. None of my boys have a dad I'd like to fuck, that's for sure. They're not at all into what us boys like -- muscle and looking hot. Not like you are. Fuck, those sexy clothes you wear to show off that hot body -- you're almost as hot in clothes as you are nude. Versus my dad, for example, who wears khakis and polo shirts and suits and shit. And you see how the other male teachers at Tremont dress, fucking dullsville. Even the other coaches, just sweat shirts or jackets and those damn khakis again. Then there's you, this gorgeous, totally hot muscle-stud, showing us how it's done, with all those sexy, tight clothes you wear, proud to show off all that cut, sexy muscle. Seriously, in just one damn week, you've inspired us all to train harder, push ourselves, so we can look like you. Twice after school this week, when my boys and I got together, we all ended up bench pressing at someone's house. We never did shit like that before. We needed a dude like you. Desperately. Not just to teach us how to work muscle the right way, but how to wear the right clothes to show off our hot bodies, how to groom -- this sexy shave and hot buzz you hipped me to -- everything." He laughs shyly. "And yeah, definitely the sex, too. We SERIOUSLY need a role model to teach us how sex with dudes works. I mean, damn, sex with girls is nervous-making enough, but when you realize what you really want is sex with boys? It's been, like, miraculous, having you as my guide today. Fuck, did you ever make this easy. And hot as fuck. To have an older, super-hot, super-confident, super-sexy dude like you, who epitomizes the ultimate male for me, the essence of masculinity, who sums up everything I desire -- who can explain that incredbly deep, strong passion that's been churning in me so long, for beautiful boys, hard-muscled studs, that intense physical intimacy with dudes I need so bad. This fucking drive I have that's focused like a laser on cock and muscle and ass and cum. I can only think my bro's must totally have that same desire. Fuck, we all talk about how we cum like five, six times a day at the very least. Sure as fuck would like to know what kind of porn they're jacking to, but I have a pretty damn good idea." Cody laughs and takes another puff. Rush loves hearing how the pot has brought out the nascent sexual philospher in the boy. The boy exhales and continues. "I mean, you can just feel the sexual tension in the air when we chill. Seriously, dude! You know what we do whenever we get together, after school or for a sleep-over? We immediately strip down to our underwear to chill! Like it's no big thing, right? I mean, how fucking gay is that, right? As soon as we meet up in someone's bedroom, off come the shirts, off come the jeans. We call it `gettin' comfortable' or `chill-laxing.' Fuck, we're all so damn hot to flaunt our hot muscle to each other, and see all that hot-jock eye candy. It started, like a year ago, in junior year, at some dude's sleepover, playing video games all night in just our undies, then wrestling and shit. Now it's just second nature, like our sexy underwear is our Official Chill Uniform. You can just see the hunger in a dude's eyes when he looks at my buff body, or when I catch a bro checking out my package. But, like, we've all been too nervous to make the first move. Cause like what if it turned out your bud WASN'T really into it after all, right? Like what if your gaydar was way off? Or the dude was into it, but felt he had to front like he wasn't? So damn complicated. But fuck, I was just as scared as the rest of them. I wasn't bold enough to own my desire, to seize the pleasure I wanted." "But you did, Cody. That's why you came up to me after class today and started flirting. You couldn't have been clearer about it, bro. I picked up on it immediately. That was you owning your desire. In a major way, dude." "Fuck. Yeah, I guess you're right. And my other problem was watching so damn much gay porn and seeing how unreal hot the sex looked. Every damn day I would watch hot dudes having the kind of amazing sex I was dying for, like this totally hot shit you got playing now. Drove me fucking crazy!" Cody takes another puff, holds it, exhales, and continues his stoned rap. "And then I find out -- and thank you very fucking much, my man, for this! -- that the sex is even hotter than it looks. I mean, the muscles, the body -- I've been figuring out on my own how to get that. But all I could figure out about the sex was watching gay porn and knowing how awesome that shit looked to me. I guess I figured out, too, how much the hard muscle and the hot body would help me if I ever did get a chance to get with another hot stud. And now I feel like, hell, what the fuck do you work to get a hot body for if you ain't gonna use it to have the kind of fine-ass sex we've been having all night? It'd be like buying a Porsche and just keeping it parked in the driveway. I'm ready to say, after today with you -- and don't laugh cause this will probably sound stupid, but fuck it -- that I don't think you can be a true stud if you ain't having sex with other studs." Rush melts for this boy. He's so beautiful, so hot, so amazing. "Seriously! You have a hot body, you sure as hell better be into this shit. It's like what a hot body is made for, to hook up with another dude. Especialy if you have a hot cock, too. Fuck, Rush! I fuckin' LOVE bein' a hot dude like this, bro! I knew I would!" Cody takes another deep lungful, passes the joint back to Rush, exhales, and then laughs. "Damn, I just KNOW my buds will be into this! I'm almost positive. But I know one thing for sure, though: those dudes are gonna be so fucking JEALOUS when they find out I had a personal workout session with you!" Rush exhales his lungful. "You gonna tell 'em?" Cody inhales, holds, then exhales. Rush is impressed at the big hits Cody takes. "You better believe I'm gonna tell 'em! Gonna tell 'em we worked out in jocks, too! Fuck, that's gotta be every hot teen jock's fantasy! They will be envious as shit, guaranteed! But you realize -- right? so get ready -- that they're ALL gonna want private workouts with you after I tell `em." Rush exhales. "That's the idea, dude. I tell you, I'm officially calling this `The Year of Young Jock Cherry-Popping.' You gonna tell 'em about the shower afterwards? About tonight?" He leans in, kisses the boy sensuously, and strokes Cody's still-jutting, now-leaking young hardness. The boy thinks for a while, then looks at Rush with an anxious, excited intensity. "You know, I actually sort of want to. I mean, wouldn't it be fucking amazing if a lot of guys from the team were over here now, bare-assed and horned-up like this, ready to fuck and suck all night? Wouldn't it be hot if the showers after our workouts were full of hot jock studs sucking and kissing and stroking and fucking? DAMN! I'm hard as fuck just thinking about it! Yeah, I'd like to tell them all that this awesome fucking dream-stud has magically appeared in our lives, this Pied Piper of Cock, to lead us all to the Enchanted Land of Smoking Hot Boy-Sex! Aw fuck, Rush, I'm so fucking hard!" He kneels down in front of his muscle-god crush and rubs that long, massive thickness of Rush's back and forth across his face and lips, kisses it and licks it all over -- the head, the shaft, and the sac -- then slowly sucks and tongues up and down on it, getting it nice and wet so he can take it all in. Rush lies back, in heaven. Cody clearly loves showing off his new skill. After a few minutes of taking Rush down to the root, he pulls off, and the look on his face is like he just caught a tipped pass off a defender's fingers and ran it in for a touchdown. Rush bends down and lavishes a deep open-mouthed kiss on his young lover. "You are fucking amazing, Cody! I am so fucking into you! Come on. Bedroom! Now! I'm gonna fuck your ass so hard you won't sit down until Monday!" "Hold up. I just wanna check my Twitter a second, to see if anyone's checked out that photo I posted." Cody checks his phone and immediately shouts out to Rush he has over a hundred notifications. Excitedly scrolling through them, he finds about seventy likes and over sixty retweets. A lot are from kids in school -- girls mostly, but a hell of a lot of dudes, too, which gets Cody hard. Some are from accounts he's never heard of, commenting on his photo's retweet. He breathlessly reads Rush some of comments. From the girls, it's stuff like `HAWT!!!!' `I want to have your baby, Cody!' `Hottest Dude in Tremont High!' `Hottest Dude in the State!' But it's the comments from his bro's and other dudes that he really cares about: 'STUD!' `Hot as Fuck!!!!' 'DAY-UM, dude!' `Looking hot, bro!' `Way to rock a jock, dawg!' `Football Strong!' `Classic Jock!' `Damn! If only I were gay . . . !' and `King of the Bro's'. The comments from accounts unfamiliar to him are the hottest: `HAF jock stud,' 'Delicious bulge,' 'So glad I'm gay,' `Barely Legal,' and 'Young hottie I'd love to fuck.' He notices, too, he's got over fifty new followers, with handles like 'HotDaddy' and `JockLovR' and `CoolGayDude'. Rush convinces him to post another -- "For your new followers!" -- a shot of him nude from the back, his beautifully sculpted body and smooth, luscious ass looking simply amazing. Cody does, eagerly. He tells Rush it's giving him an exciting glimpse of his new life, his new identity. Plus, it's a way to begin being out to his friends. Cody asks if he can also retweet one of Rush's Twitter posts. He tells him he wants his boys to see the kind of hot shit that gets him off, but he's not sure if Rush wants this side of his life revealed to the team and the other students. "Why the fuck not? It's my damn career. Not like I'm trying to hide it. It's all there on the internet if anyone's interested." Cody retweets one of his favorites: a Jesse Stone black-and-white nude of Rush, his lightly furred body looking like carved steel, with a huge snake curled around his shoulders and hanging down to cover his big-ass dick. He retweets it with the phrase "Coach Turner. Fucking Stud!" Once Cody's finished, Rush grabs the motorcycle jacket the boy was wearing on their ride from school and slips it over Cody's naked chest. It's all the boy is wearing. He looks hot as hell. "Go wait for me on the bed, OK?" Cody just grins and heads off. Rush winces at the sight of Cody from the back as he walks: right where the leather jacket ends is the most fuckable ass ever, giving a slight, sexy wiggle as he heads off. Rush heads to the laundry hamper in the bathroom and fishes out the jock he wore a couple afternoons this week for his run, another too-skimpy Champion swimmer's jock, and slips into it. He checks himself out in the bathroom mirror: The tight, small pouch stretches obscenely with his huge, meaty cock. The thin waist band rests right atop the base of his thick bulging shaft, arcs gracefully around his hips, and sits right atop the hard-muscled globes of his ass. Then he goes to the armoire by the front door, and takes out a pair of assless leather riding chaps and laces them around his waist. Finally, he takes out his leather chest harness, fitting it snugly over his beautifully carved pecs. He stops off in the bathroom to check himself out in the mirror. Sexy as fuck. The boy will get instantly hard. His half-hard cock looks like it's going to bust out of the tight, tiny, stretched-thin pouch. He turns to the side and sees his hot, bare, muscle-ass, set off by the black leather and the thin white straps of the jock. He flexes his chest a few times and pinches his nipples, getting them hard for the boy. The scent of leather begins its intoxication. He heads for the bedroom. Cody's lying on his back across Rush's bed. His head hangs off the edge of the bed, looking back towards the entrance to the bedroom, awaiting Rush's return. He moans low and guttural, almost like he's in pain, when he sees Rush in his leather gear, with his huge cock swelling under the straining mesh jock-pouch, framed by sexy black leather, and that gorgeous, rock-carved upper-body looking erotic as hell adorned by thick metal straps and silver metal rings. "Holy fucking fuck, dude! Un-fucking-real!" Rush drinks in the sight of his hot new boy: that big, beautifully worked jock body on stunning display, sprawled across the bed, ready for more hot sex, looking off-the-charts sexy in just a zipped-open motorcycle jacket. The boy's thick, smooth, man-sized cock splays back over his cut, sexy washboard. Cody must have been stroking his cock as he lay on the bed and waited for his lover, judging by its engorged thickness and moist tip. Rush sees him lick his lips in excited anticipation. Rush walks to the bed and bends down to kiss Cody, stroking the boy's sculpted pecs and sensuously pinching his small, hard nipples. "Fuck, dude, lemme smell that leather, lemme feel it." Cody breathes in deeply, running his hands over Rush's legs and chest, groaning at the touch of thick, black leather. Then Rush stands, fishes his hardening thickness out of its tight, mesh cage, and feeds Cody his cock, which the boy promptly laps up. The boy's head, hanging over the bed, gives him a perfect angle for cocksucking. Soon Rush grows hard in the boy's mouth. He starts face-fucking Cody. Holding on to that sexy buzzed head, he slides his dick in and out. It feels heavenly. He doesn't want to overwhelm the boy, but he can't help thrusting faster. Soon, Rush's huge ram-horn of a cock is savaging Cody's mouth, fucking the boy's gorgeous face hard and insistently, with a frenzied, almost vicious, fury. His big, heavy nutsac thwacks against the boy's forehead with each pistoning thrust. But Cody never misses a beat, never shows anything but an almost desperate need to take every inch of that huge shaft, despite the incessant force of Rush's lust-pounding assault. He's like a cocky young bronc rider, Rush thinks, determined to hang on to the most berserker bull. That uncanny ability of the boy's, to take with relish everything Rush gives him, spurs the older stud on to fuck Cody's face harder still, pounding his huge, thick, battering length into that hungry young mouth with ecstatic abandon. He notices Cody's flushed, bright red face and watery eyes, so he decides to take a breather for a second to see how the boy's holding up. "How you doing, stud? This too much for you?" "No, dude, I fucking love it. But I got an idea to maybe make it even hotter. Close your eyes as you face-fuck me. I want you to focus all your sensations on fucking my hungry jock mouth. No other stimulus -- just the feel of my hot, juicy mouth. Doesn't that sound sexy as hell?" "Damn, what a slut. Fuck, let's try it." Rush slips his cock back into the boy's mouth, grabs onto his lolling head, and resumes his pistoning. As requested, he shuts his eyes and relishes the pure bliss of pumping into this greedy young stud's mouth. Cody's right -- it's even more intense with eyes closed. Suddenly Rush feels Cody shift his body and grab his hands. He opens his eyes and looks down, to see Cody has finished snapping onto his wrists the handcuffs he keeps in his nightstand drawer. Rush quickly realizes: That fucker! He must have been poking around in my bedside table, found them, then dreamed this stunt up. "You fucker! Get these things off me, Cody! What the fuck were you doing messing around in my drawer?" "Chill, stud. While I was waiting for you, I looked in your nightstand to see if you had any hot sex toys like a dildo or something to add a little spice to our next go-round. And guess what I found? Damn, you're a total pervert, Rush. I love it! Fifty Shades of Coach!" "Fuck, Cody. You're just full of surprises, aren't you? But how am I supposed to fuck you locked up like this?" "Well, OK, don't get mad, dawg. But damn, Rush -- I mean, dude -- I like seriously want to fuck you for once. Like, when I was rimming you, all I could think about was plunging my dick into that hot hairy hole of yours. And I sort of didn't know how to ask. Afraid you'd say no, I guess. Plus, I knew as soon as that big fucking cock of yours got near my ass, I'd hop right on and forget about fucking you. I saw the cuffs and thought, well's there's an idea." "Decided to call an audible, huh? Run a little gadget play?" Cody smiled. "You could say that. But, hey -- this OK? I mean, you bottom and shit, right? I mean, you got to -- that ass is just too damn tempting." "Yeah, I bottom. But not too often. Only for really special boys." Cody pushes his handcuffed lover back on the bed. He straddles his face and rubs his hard thick prick all over Rush's beard-scruff and buzzed head. "Ain't I a special boy, Rush?" Rush loves the feel of the boy's hard prick rubbing over his face. "Cody, you are the absolute most special boy. Fuck, dude, you just get hotter and hotter." Cody smiles and plays his wet-tipped dick back and forth across Rush's lips. "Mmmmm, this feels hot. You like this big dick, Rush? You like the feel of this big dick playing across your face?" A lust-daze begins to settle on Rush. Maybe it's the leather-scent, maybe it's the handcuffs. Mostly it's Cody. "Cody, I love your hot jock cock. I love every fucking thing about your body. Gets me hard as fuck." "Good. Glad to hear it. Now, come with me, stud." Cody gets off the bed and pulls Rush's helpless body back up against the headboard by his chest harness. He sits him against the headboard, puts a few pillows behind him, then loops the chain of the handcuffs around a bedpost. "This is so you don't have any second thoughts about getting fucked by my stud cock. I'd hate to let such a hot leather daddy get away." Cody gets back on the bed and looks at Rush's hot, leathered-up muscle like it was Christmas dinner. "Damn, dude, you look hot as fuck in your leather. This is just like one of those Tom of Finland cartoons I love jacking to -- big-dicked stud, all in hot leather, fucking some cute young dude's ass. But this time the cute young dude's gonna fuck the hot leather stud." Rush can see a burning gleam in Cody's eyes. He's so damn into this. So is Rush. The boy's gaze is riveted on his coach's huge, throbbing shaft. "Here, I want that big-ass dick back in your jock. Looks so damn hot like that." Cody straddles his coach and grabs his hard shaft. He fondles it sexily, gives it a few soft kisses and licks, then carefully re-encases it in the tight mesh poush. Rush can't believe how hot this is, being helpless and having this inexperienced young stud playing with his dick. "Hot! Can't tell you how much I love this big dick, dude." Cody starts kissing and sucking Rush's dick through the tight mesh pouch. He tongues Rush's big ballsac, then he lets his teeth run up and down over the hardening shaft. Rush can feel the mesh pouch get wetter and wetter. He knows his precum is leaking steadily now. "Aw fuck, that feels so damn hot, Cody." "Mmmmm, I bet it does. Love this big-ass dick. It tastes amazing sucking it through your jock pouch." He keeps kissing and sucking and grazing his teeth over it. Then he concentrates on Rush's balls, running his tongue around and around them, taking one big mesh-covered ball, then another, into his mouth and sucking on them, again and again, getting Rush harder and harder, driving him crazy. All the while Cody rubs a sexy hand over Rush's hard chest, slipping beneath the harness to tweak already-hard nipples, then lower down his chest to stroke his hard, ripped abs. He even works a finger around in Rush's belly-button to tease it. Rush doesn't know how much of this he can take. "Aw fuck, Cody. You got me so damn hard, dude. Take my dick out and suck it, dude. Fuck, I need to cum so damn bad." "Mmmmmm, I'll bet you do, stud. But not quite yet. First, I want to see that tight little stud-hole of yours. I fucking loved rimming you earlier. I gotta have another taste." Cody scoots a little lower and begins to tongue Rush's hot, hairy hole, all the while playing his fingers roughly over that hard straining cock, encased in its tight mesh prison. Rush can't believe how exciting it is to have the balance of power shift like this. He's achingly hard. His legs are so weak, he doubts he'd be able to stand. Cody hoists those leather-clad legs up on his shoulders to get at his prize, which he attacks with a young boy's enthusiasm. Soon he's moaning and grunting in luscious, sloppy pleasure, tonguing further and further into Rush's man-hole, keeping up the fevered dick-teasing with his hand. Rush thrashes about on the bed, delirious in his bondage. "Fuck, Rush, I love this wet, hairy hole! Fucking delicious. I just wanna eat this ass forever. The fur feels incredible on my tongue! Damn, your pucker looks so fucking hot with that dark blonde hair around it, I gotta get a picture!" He scoots out from under Rush's legs, grabs his phone from the night table, and takes a quick close-up of Rush's moist hole. "Check my Twitter account later. I think I might post this." "Oh, you hot fucking fucker! Cody, please, jack me or something. I've gotta fucking cum, dude. My fucking nuts are ready to explode!" "Hmmmm, that sounds serious. Let Dr. Cody check you out and make sure your dick's OK. I'll give you an oral exam and an anal probe." He tongues the mesh pouch, sloppily, ravenously, noisily, all over, while forcefully finger-fucking his helpless coach. "Yep, I think you defnitely do need to shoot, and probably really soon. Tastes like you're oozing precum like crazy -- that's usually a sign of the need for what we in the profession call an `imminent stud-cum eruption'. I gotta say, though, that cock-honey of yours is just too damn tasty sucked through that musky jock, that I gotta have more!" He sucks and licks like a fiend on Rush's straining, mesh-trapped cock, one hand jostling his huge ballsac, the other prying open Rush's tight, hairy hole. Rush's heart is racing, his mind throbbing. The pressure on his groin is exquisitely intense. He cries out in a loud, hoarse voice. "CODY!! Seriously! Please dude! My balls are ready to explode!" "Soon, dude. Soon. Fuck, you've got an incredibly big nutsac." He sensuously runs his fingers and tongue lightly over Rush's throbbing sac. That light touch feels more excruciatingly intense to Rush than a rough jostling would be. He can only groan in the throes of hyper-pleasure. "Feels like you got two big plums in there, dude. Your nuts are, like, as big as a child's fist! So damn hot, dude! I love to see these bad boys droop and slap when you walk. You're such a fucking stud, dude!" Cody returns to licking the huge, incredibly aroused ballsac, still poking around in Rush's hole. He looks over at his gorgeous stud lover and winks. "How you doing, stud? This too much for you?" "Oh, you sneaky little shit! Cody, for the love of fucking God! I swear, it feels like my nuts are going to rupture, like the cum is going to just burst out right there inside my sac! PLEASE, dude! I've got to fucking cum." Then Cody stands up on the bed. "You're gonna cum, dude, don't worry. Cause I'm gonna fuck the cum right out of you." "Oh Jesus Fucking Christ, dude!" "But not quite yet. Hey, do you think I look hot in just a motorcycle jacket like this?" Cody stands back on the bed so Rush can get a good look at him. He poses and flexes for his older lover. Rush is just relieved to have the boy's fingers and tongue off his cock and balls. With a gasping voice he tells the young stud how hot he looks. "Cody, you're the hottest fucking boy I've ever seen. You look fucking amazing with just that leather covering your hot jock body. If you get me out of these handcuffs, I'll take a picture of you." "I will. Later." Then Cody walks over the bed to straddle Rush's sprawled-out body again. He stands with his groin right in front of Rush's face. "I'm glad you think I look hot, Rush, cause I'm kinda worried. You talk all the time about all the other dudes on the team you want to fuck. Your `Cherry-Busting Tour'. And I'm seriously worried after you get a taste of all that other hot jock ass, you're gonna forget all about little old Cody, and kick my sorry butt to the curb. I'm just gonna be a one-and-done for you, that's what I think. A sexy weekend, then on to the next football hottie." Now Cody starts massaging Rush's groin lightly with one foot. That lusciously erotic pain starts coursing again through Rush's cock and balls immediately. The intensity is gut-wrenching. Rush can't remember when he was last this aroused, this turned on, this close to the edge during sex. Has he ever had sex with this sharp a frisson of panic to it? It's like everything else has been routine in his sex life until now, until hooking up with the gorgeous, wild-ass young hottie in front of him. He needs to cum so hard he can't stand it. "Cody, you know that's bullshit! And anyway, dude, who's hotter than you on the team? Nobody!" "What about my boy Julius?" Cody keeps running his big foot sensuously over Rush's aching cock. Each stroke sends the most delicious, yet unendurable wave of pleasure-pain through his body and mind. He wonders if he'll pass out soon. Cody uses his big toe to carefully pull aside the tight mesh pouch, freeing Rush's massive erection. Now the massage becomes flesh on flesh, the bottom of his big, sexy foot running up and down the underside of Rush's huge, straining hard-on. Cody keeps purring away. "My boy Julius is super-hot. Fucking fine-ass black stud linebacker with that big freaking dick? Handsome as fuck, body ripped to shit, that smooth, firm, dark-cocoa ass? Been wanting to get with that dude for so damn long! Fuck, I wanna fuck Julius so bad I can taste it. I bet you'd toss me aside for Julius in a minute." "Cody, you're out of your damned mind! Julius is hot as fuck, yes. And yes, I'd fuck him in a heartbeat. But Cody, you dumb fuck -- you know what's been running through my mind for the past hour or so? I been thinking about how I want to help you get a scholarship to go to State here in town, get you started in the modeling business, and have you move in with me here while you go to college. Fuck, dude! I fucking want to live with you! How much more could I fucking want you, dude? Please, Cody, just let me fucking cum. I feel like I'm gonna pass out! Fuck, I could never get tired of a sexy-ass hottie like you. You're fucking amazing, Cody. I'm just worried you'll get tired of an older dude like me." "Hmmmm." Now Cody presses his crotch right into Rush's face, rubbing his hard, thick cock all over Rush's lips. "You know, that's possible, Coach. You've got a point there. I really might get tired of probably the hottest fucking stud who's ever lived on planet earth. Sure. That definitely could happen. But it's just -- I think I got a thing about hot older men." He plays his cock in and out of Rush's mouth. Rush alternates half-choked gasps with luscious mouth-watering smacks. Cody's cock is gushing precum now. The taste to Rush is like nectar. "I think I love older dudes so much cause they really seem to like a young jock's hot, hard cock. You like this cock, Rush?" Cody plays it back and forth over Rush's lips. Rush can only pant and burble. There's a loud throbbing like a kettle drum in the older studs' ears. He can barely speak. What comes out of his mouth are panting breaths with words floating on them. "I love your fucking cock, Cody. Such a hot fucking cock. Tastes so fucking good." The boy starts to face-fuck his older lover. All Rush can do is snort, gasp, and keep sucking. "Yeah, get that big dick nice and wet, dude. Gonna fuck the cum right out of you with that teen stud cock of mine." Rush keeps slurping while Cody moans in delight. Finally, Cody pulls out. He tosses off his leather jacket and kneels down in front of Rush's hole. He spits on it, fingers the moisture slowly through the sexy hair covering Rush's pucker, then works his wet finger into Rush's achingly hungry hole. Rush feels the wet tip of the boy's cockhead play over his crack, painting his hole, teasing and circling it. It feels delicious. Then comes the sweet sensation of the boy's surprisingly thick length easing itself in. He moans in pleasure as he feels the excited boy work his hard cock into the moist, exquisite lushness of his first tight man-hole. Cody gives a guttural scream of delight as the pleasure washes over him. "OH FUCK! You feel incredible, Rush! Holy fucking fuck! Nice, tight ass!!" Cody slowly plows his cock all the way into that tight, warm hole and just rests it there for a bit, savoring the thrill of his first fuck. Then he starts pumping. Like a natural, Rush thinks. Like a pro. Rush loves seeing all that beautifully worked young football-stud muscle flex and ripple as the boy works over his ass. He lays back in the sweet , breathless bliss of one of the most amazing sessions of sex he's ever had. "Fuck, Cody, you feel so fucking fine! My ass is just made for your cock. Fits it like a fucking glove." "Hell yeah! I don't mind catching for you as often as you like, dude, but I gotta pitch every now and then, too. Fuck, I love this ass!" Cody changes his position a bit, laying beside Rush, so he can kiss his lover while he fucks him. They attack each other's lips hungrily. "Jack me while you fuck me, Cody! Jack that big fucking dick. Jesus Fuck, I gotta cum!" "No, dude. Not this time. Next time. This time it's just my cock. I want you to know this stud cock of mine can fuck the cum right out of you." Cody keeps thrusting into him. It feels wonderful. Rush almost swoons, he's so delirious. "Fuck, you're fucking amazing, Cody." Soon, Rush feels that tell-tale sensation. His cock grows even harder. "Aw fuck! There, Cody! There. Aw fuck. Oh! Oh! Fuck yeah!" Cody keeps pistoning his dick in the same spot until Rush cries out he's cumming. An ecstatic relief washes all through Rush. He can feel himself cum five, six, seven, eight times, but it all seems like one huge, endless flood. He looks down and sees the cream just gush non-stop from his cock. He's never cum like this before. It's like every last bit of cum in his body erupting out in one enormous, electric thrill. Suddenly, he feels Cody pull out. The hot naked young stud scrambles to bring his cock up to Rush's face, jacks it a few time, then stuffs the head all the way into Rush's grateful mouth as he pumps out his load. After he cums, Cody kneels next to his lover, gasping for breath, head bent in exhaustion. Then he looks up at Rush and smiles shyly. "Hope that was OK? I kinda got carried away there for a while, I guess. You're not gonna kick my ass when I let you out of these handcuffs, are you?" Rush is too dumbfounded to answer. The boy grabs the key from the nightstand drawer. As he frees his spent lover, he excitedly asks him a question. "Hey, were you serious about that thing where I move in with you next year, cause seriously, Rush, that shit sounds hella tight!" Comments welcome badprose@hotmail.com