Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2018 15:56:54 -0500
From: Mbasssm8 <mbasssm8@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Swim Coach - 3

This story is completely fiction. It involves an adult having consensual
sex with a boy under the age of 18. I hope you enjoy my stories; if so let
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The Swim Coach -- 3

For the next month, we agreed that I would wait for Billy to come to my
office after swim practice on Fridays. All the other boys were eager to get
showered and leave early to get on with their weekend fun. So he would come
to the office, sit in my chair, I'd get on my knees and suck him off much
like the first time. We both enjoyed it more and more and I eagerly
swallowed what seemed like gallons of his cum.

One Friday, I decided we needed to shake things up to make it more
interesting than the same-old, same-old, as great as that was. He came in
with a big smile, a towel wrapped around his waist, and with the huge bulge
under the towel showing he was already hard and horny. I wanted to test
whether I could start asserting dominance over him.

"DROP THE TOWEL GET IN MY SHOWER!" I ordered him, in a loud and threatening
manner.  "What do you mean, have I done something wrong?" he shockingly
asked. "You haven't done anything wrong," I told him, "I just want to try
some different things." "You ain't going to fuck me are you?" I could hear
the anxiety and fear in his voice.  "No, I laughed -- not yet!" "Coach, I
don't think I want to get fucked," he pleaded.  "Billy -- I told you we
would never do anything you didn't want to, so don't worry," I said, "I
just want to us to try something new today, just go with it, get in the
fucking shower like I told you to do. You need to start doing what I tell
you. It will be more fun for both of us, I promise."

With reluctance and fear in his eyes, he dropped the towel. His 10"
masterpiece was totally hard and standing up straight and parallel to his
stomach. I thought maybe me being firm and dominant with him is turning him
on, and that's what I wanted.

He went into my office shower and I told him to get the water hot. While he
was doing that, I took my shirt, gym shorts and jock strap off and got in
with him. He had never seen me completely naked and he checked my body
out. I'm 6'2" but weigh only 170 pounds, pretty thin for an adult man, but
I'm in perfect shape, my body is toned and firm, and my thick 7" cut cock
was rock hard. He kept looking at it. Good sign, I thought.

I took the soap and started washing his body all over, starting with his
chest and nipples that hardened when I pinched them, causing him to yelp a
little. Then I washed his big cock and balls, got them real soapy and
jacked him with one hand while squeezing his balls with the other. "Ouch!"
he said, "that hurts!" I squeezed them a little harder and said "don't be a
sissy, you are a man now, you can take a little pain, and it turns me on to
hurt you just a little."

I could tell by the look in his face that he was puzzled and didn't like
the pain, but he just closed his eyes and said nothing. I dropped his cock
and balls, grabbed his hips and swung him around roughly facing the
wall. "Lean against the wall with your chest touching it, spread your legs
and push your ass out," I demanded in a firm voice. "But you said you
weren't going to fuck me," he pleaded. "I'm not, just do what I tell you!"
I said.

With hesitation, he did as I ordered. I started washing his gorgeous,
toned, round little ass, using my fingers to rub against his tight hole
that was tense and so tight. He jerked when he felt my finger on his hole,
but he started to relax and I could tell he was starting to feel the
pleasure that an anus feels when it is stimulated. I took my little finger,
soaped it up good, and started pushing at his hole. "What the fuck are you
doing Coach?" he yelled. "Relax, dammit!" I told him, "just concentrate on
what it feels like, it will feel good if you just relax and enjoy it."

While probing his hole with my little finger, I grabbed his soaped-up cock
and jacked it hard, then fondled his balls, squeezing them not as hard as
before. The combination of the sensations was getting to him, I could tell.
"Mmmm, damn, Coach, that feels good, I don't know why, but it does." He
said. "Why are you doing this?"  I said, " I want your butthole to be
perfectly clean, that's why, you'll see."

Then with the hot shower water I used my hands to wipe all the soap off of
his body from the rear, including between his butt cheeks and around his
hole. "Turn, around," I said firmly, and he did. I then washed all the soap
off his body, cock and balls. His cock was raging hard from all the
stimulation.

When the soap was all gone, I turned the water off, grabbed him again and
swung him around to face the wall and told him firmly to lean against it
like before, and spread his legs. I could tell he was confused, but he
didn't resist but did what I told him -- a good sign in his sub training. I
got down on my knees, grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled them apart,
exposing his cute little pink boy hole. He only had a little hair in his
crack and I made a mental note that I would later shave that and his balls
and taint perfectly smooth the way I want my twink to look and feel to my
tongue.

 Then I started licking the inside of his thighs, moving slowly upward, and
licked his ass cheeks all over, getting closer and closer to the prize. By
now, Billy was moaning and twitching his butt, obviously starting to
discover the pleasure my tongue was giving him. Finally, I pushed my face
right between his cheeks and started rimming his little hole good; round to
the left, round to the right, up and down, and trying to push my tongue in
it, but it was too tight. The more I licked it, the more he
moaned. Finally, he said, "Damn, Coach, that is a weird thing for you to be
doing but it sure feels good, don't stop please."

I spit several gobs of spit on his hole, and kept licking and pushing my
tongue on his hole. Then I spit a lot more in my right hand and started
coating and jacking his throbbing cock at the same time, and also coating
and squeezing his full balls. I kept rimming and jacking his cock for a
good ten minutes. He was pushing his ass back at my tongue and moaning,
clearly enjoying this new type of sex play and pleasure.

By now his hole had relaxed a little. I spit on my little finger and
started pushing it in him gently and slowly. He squirmed, and yelped, but I
kept pushing until it was all the way in. I left it there for his hole to
adjust to it and kept jacking his cock. Then I started fucking his hole
with the little finger trying to hit his prostate, but it wouldn't
reach. So I spit a lot of saliva on my index finger and gently, slowly
inserted it all the way in his hole until I could feel it hit his
prostate. He yelled again but didn't tell me to stop, so I started finger
fucking him, rubbing his prostate round and round, and kept jacking his
throbbing monster cock hard.

"You like this don't you Billy? You understand that to get all the good
feelings you want and to cum big you must do what I tell you, right?" "Yes,
Coach," he said quietly, "but why are you doing it?"  "Because, Billy, in a
few minutes I'm going to suck you off and you are going to have a stronger,
bigger orgasm than you ever had, and you are going to shoot an even bigger
load of cum this time." "That sounds great, but why will I," he asked?

"Because," I said, "your prostate gland produces that clear, sticky liquid
that oozes out of your cock slit before you shoot off while I'm jacking and
sucking you. It's called semen. The more I stimulate your prostate with my
finger, the more semen it makes. When you finally are about ready to cum,
the semen shoots up into your balls, where your sperm mixes with it, and
then you shoot all that cum out of your dick. The more I rub your prostate,
the more cum you shoot and the more pleasure you get." I pulled my finger
out of his ass, handed him a towel, told him to dry off, and go sit in my
chair, and he did as ordered.

I took my place on my knees between his thighs, grabbed the base of his
cock, started slowly jacking him, and started licking and coating his cock
and balls with lots and lots of my saliva until they were sloppy wet,
slimy, and dripping with my spit. I took a lot of time licking the crown
and mushroom head, and he was enthusiastically enjoying his blowjob.

 I sucked him good, taking as much as I could in my mouth and finally got
about 6 inches down my throat. It was very hard not to gag because his cock
was so thick and it was painfully stretching my esophagus. I had to
remember to breathe through my nose since my mouth was stuffed. Saliva
poured out of my mouth as I tried to deep throat him, making a mess of my
face, chest and stomach. But I was determined and kept sucking him deep and
fast.

I told him to stand up, coated my middle finger on my left hand with lots
of spit, reached around, and jammed it hard it into his hole all the
way. He yelled: "STOP!!" But of course, I did not. Then I started fucking
him fast with my middle finger while I kept sucking him deep and wet. He
was yelling now and moaning but I knew it had to feel good to him, even
though I knew it had to be hurting some too. But he was now taking the
finger-fucking without telling me to stop. Good boy Billy!, I thought, you
are going to end up being my sexy submissive slut boy and I'm going to use
you for all the kinky sexual needs I have deep inside my fevered brain but
have never acted on.

Billy was now feeling something very different. As I finger fucked him
hard, rubbing his prostate with each thrust in and pull out with my finger,
it was giving him enormous jolts of pleasure while I kept sucking his cock
and balls. I knew the amount of cum he was going to shoot would be even
more huge than normal -- and his normal amount was already huge! His
moaning and yelling got louder, his breathing increased dramatically, his
body twitched and moved, and I could tell he was getting close.

I decided to do something different this time that I had never done with
him before. Instead of guiding his cock to my open mouth and taking all his
cum right in my mouth only, I decided that I would let him take over, grab
his cock with his hand, jack off and shoot his boy juice all over my face,
in my mouth, and on my chest, wherever he wanted to. So I told him to do
that. I let his cock fall out of my mouth and he grabbed it and started
furiously jacking it as hard as he could.

He started screaming: "I'm going to CUMMMMMM!!! FUUUUUUUUCK!!!" Soon, his
monster erupted with a humongous first shot of cum that blasted right into
my wide-open mouth. I quickly closed my mouth but didn't swallow. He then
was moaning like mad and shooting rope after rope of his thick boy cum all
over my face, up my nose, in my eyes, in my hair, and then he aimed his
cannon at my chest where he kept firing away until he was finally
spent. Damn! I was covered with massive amounts of Billy-boy cum, and I
fucking loved it!

He finally caught his breath, looked down at me and said, "Fuck! That was
so hot, I've never cum that big before, damn it felt great!" I smiled at
him, opened my mouth wide, tilted my head back to show him all his cum that
filled my mouth and slowly gulped it down greedily. He laughed, and said,
"look at you! you've got cum all over you -- what a hot, messy sight!" I
could only imagine what it looked like, but I knew it had to be a big mess
and I was proud that I had made him cum that much.

 He rubbed his swollen, cum-coated cock-head on my face and lips. I started
sucking and licking his sensitive head sucking the cum on it into my
mouth. I licked up the cum that was still on his 10" shaft and put it in my
mouth too. Then, I used my fingers to scrape the cum off of my face in my
mouth and feed it into my mouth, liking my fingers too. What a cum-whore I
am! And he was loving watching me gobble it up.

I didn't swallow yet though. I used my hands to scoop up all the remaining
cum on my chest and stomach and put it in my mouth too. Then, I swished the
cum around in my mouth to savor the sticky, salty flavor, and swallowed
this second big load with relish, stuck out my tongue, licked my lips, and
looked up at him with a wicked grin. He watched me now jack my own cock off
furiously, shooting several big wads on my neck and chest, and scooping it
up and swallowing it too.

When I finally came down from my orgasm, I jumped in the shower and got all
cleaned up, came out, and we had a long talk. "Billy, I wanted you to feel
the intense pleasure of me licking your butt hole for the first time. I
wanted you to start feeling the pleasure of having your prostate gland
massaged with my fingers while getting your dick sucked. I wanted you to
experience how the combination of me sucking you and finger-fucking you at
the same time could produce the biggest cum of your life. I want you to
know that someday soon, when I fuck you for the first time, the pleasure is
going to be even more intense because my cock is bigger and thicker than my
finger."

"Hmm," he said, "This was the best cum ever, so I hear what you are saying,
but I still don't know that I want to be fucked."  "I understand," I said:
(while thinking, I don't care if I ever fuck you, I just want you to FUCK
ME!). "But," I said, "we don't have to worry about that for now. Let's just
keep having fun like we did today so you can continue to feel what it's
like to have something in your ass hitting your sweet spot when you cum. I
know that you will grow to love it more and more."

As that sunk in, I said: "Billy, I tell you what. It's time you fucked
me. You've never fucked anyone before, and I know you want to. I want to be
your first. When you see how wild with pleasure it makes me when you fuck
me hard with your huge dick, and what a strong and big cum I have when you
fuck me, I think you just may want to try it. What do you think about
fucking me?"

Billy just smiled that big smile of his and said, "Coach, I was wondering
if you were ever going to let me fuck you. I've wanted to ever since we
started fooling around, but I didn't want to ask you to because I didn't
know if you would want to, and that even if you did, if you could take my
big cock all the way in you without it killing you with pain."

(YES! I thought. This is exactly what I want!!! I want that pain! I want
this boy to hammer my poor ass with his monster cock. I want him to fuck me
so hard, so deep, so fast, and so long that he fucks me down, until I can't
resist or move, but just have to lay there and take his wild pounding until
he's had his way with my sore, stretched-out ass and feels how great it
feels like to shoot his huge load while fucking a hungry and eager ass. I
want to make it so great for him that he will want to fuck me a lot. That's
what I want. I want to be his bottom whore. I want him to want to fuck me
only. I do love sucking him off and swallowing his prodigious amounts of
cum, but what I desperately need and want is to be fucked by his huge
cock. That's my biggest fantasy, need and desire.)

"Don't worry, Billy," I said, "I want to be your first fuck so bad that I
will gladly bear the pain. I'll also show you ways to stretch my hole out
gently and slowly with lots of lube, using your fingers, a dildo and a butt
plug, so that when you fuck me with your huge cock, it won't hurt all that
bad." (There is a knife-edge difference between pleasure and pain when you
are getting fucked. I like both, but didn't tell him that now.).

"Ok, Coach, can we do it next Friday" he asked? "Yes," I said. "I will get
all cleaned out before hand so you don't have to fuck in brown, stinky
mess. But, I don't want you to jack off much between now and then," I said
firmly. "I want your balls so full of cum that you break your record for
the strongest, biggest cum of your life next Friday when you fuck me!
Deal?"

"Deal," he said, grinning.

(Damn! I thought, finally!).