Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2007 19:16:47 EDT
From: Stockman128@aol.com
Subject: Michael and His Coach  Part 4

It has taken a long time to get another chapter out. My thanks to all of  you
who took the time to write comments and ideas.  I hope to continue this
series as long  as there is an interest in reading it. Thanks again to all.
Please don't read this if you are offended by male sex, bisexual sex or  sex
between men and teens.
Benny and Michael walked back together, towards the big house. Michael
seemed so conflicted. "I'm not a fag," he said to his new friend. But as the  teen
looked at Benny, he couldn't help staring at the big bulge, once again
encased in Benny's mini-Speedo. So much of Benny was exposed, the entire base of
Benny's big cock and all his pubic hair were open in the daylight. Michael was
surprised that Benny seemed unconcerned that someone was looking at his cock.
 Michael wished he could be so open. But, he said to himself, it wouldn't
ever  happen, cause only queers look at other guys' cocks.
Benny glanced over at his naked friend.
"Of course you're not a fag."  Then, "Did you like sucking my cock?" The boy
's cock was still hard.  It jutted straight out, 7 fat inches  surrounded by
thick black pubic hair. The boy's testicles were full and round.  Pretty darn
good for a 16 year old.  He looked up at the boy's face, smiling as Michael
saw him looking at his  cock. "So, Michael, did you like sucking my cock?" he
asked again.
He looked over to see Michael turn red as a beet, but fail to say  anything.
Not getting an answer, Benny led Michael slowly back to the big house. He
knew the boy needed space. He'd been fucked and now had sucked cock. He knew
Michael liked it, but he also knew that teens needed space to come to grips over
 their sexual desires. He himself had the same feelings when he first sucked
cock.
Soon they reached the big house. I was standing at the door, naked as  usual,
my hairy cock hanging loosely above my heavy hanging balls. I couldn't  help
but smile as the two teens approached. Benny had adjusted his Speedo shorts
to look just like a thong; the 20 year old's big cock ¾ exposed and hanging
puffy as if it was ready to harden. Michael's cock was completely hard. So
perfect, I thought, teens with cock open for the world to see. It was about time
Michael got another lesson in male "comfort."
"Glad you guys are back, Benny, thanks for taking care of Michael, but  now
we need a good workout." Benny left, but I knew he would come back soon to  get
a better look at what I would do to the boy. He loved to watch me fuck my
students.
As Benny left, Michael silently followed me to an attached building at  the
side of the house. In a gym designed to hold 20 guys working out at the same
time, I began the program I had designed to build Michael's leg, chest and arm
muscles, to develop the boy for the rigors of high school and college
football.
"So, Michael, did you enjoy your walk with Benny?" I asked, noting a glob
of cum in Michael's hair. I used my finger to scoop it up and taste it. "Ah,
Benny's. I guess you did enjoy the walk."
Michael turned red. "Uh, Coach, I can explain..."
"No need to explain, Michael. No embarrassment. Glad you got the  opportunity
to get to know Benny a bit. He's quite a guy. And from the thickness  of this
glob of cum, you got the chance to get up close and personal with his  cock.
Like I told you, I want to know what you observed about his cock. Tell me
about his cock, Michael."
I positioned Michael for an exercise. He was laying on an  incline bench
waiting for a barbell to be lowered to him. As I was asking  Michael to describe
Benny's cock, I placed my own cock right in front of  Michael's face.
Michael tried, but just couldn't find the right words. At the same time,  I
knew he could picture Benny's big hairy cock in the many positions he had
watched Benny: pissing, stroking, shoving it into his mouth, cumming on  Michael's
upturned face and then walking alongside him showing again his huge  cock to
the younger boy. Finally the words just poured out. "Oh Coach, Benny has  such
a huge cock. It's so big. It's over 9 inches long and so fat. He has a lot
of pubic hair, too, which surround his big dick like petals surrounds a bud.
His  balls are huge, Coach. Big fat balls that hang loose in their sac, with a
small  amount of hair lightly growing on it. And his..."
Michael suddenly realized he was talking about another guy's cock. He was
describing another guy's cock! His face suddenly turned red. "Coach, I'm not a
fag, am I?"
I had to smile. The boy did not sound as sure as was earlier today.
Progress. "Of course not, boy. But it is good that you took notice of a buddy's
cock. Your friends all have cocks that you could be noticing. It's so good to  see
another guy's cock and talk to him about it, isn't it?"
I saw Michael slightly nod. Progress. I liked the fact that he described
pubic hair in such metaphorical terms. "And it's good seeing another guy's pubes
 around that cock, isn't it? Get to know how manly his groin is? And it's
good to  know how big his balls are, isn't it?"
Michael again nodded. "Oh Coach, sometimes I have to control myself not  to
look. Not to check out my buddies' hairy cocks."
"Not here, Michael. Here you are required to check out other  cocks. Stare at
pubic hair. Let a guy know you're checking him out."
I placed my crotch right at Michael's face. "Tell me about my cock now,
Michael. Describe what you see. Look closely at my pubes, boy. Memorize what my
manhair looks like."
I moved even closer to him. My groin was right at his face. I saw him  stare
at my pubes. I knew this was new to him, even newer than checking out  cock. I
wanted him comfortable with another part of the male body, a part I  love. I
moved yet closer, pressing my groin right into Michael's face, my pubes
pressing into Michael's nose.
Michael tried to speak. "Oh Coach, your cockhair is ...is so  thi...."
It was hard to understand the boy. I had pressed my pubic hair deeply  into
the boy's nose and mouth. I ground my thick pubes right into his face. I
wanted him to feel my manhair.
"Mmmmff."
"Tell me, boy. Tell me about my pubes."
I pressed my body even harder into his face, pushing my wiry pubes into
Michael's lips and between his teeth. I pulled his head deeply into my groin,
pressing my pubic hair into the boy's nostrils. Whether the boy breathed through
his nose or his mouth, he was going to smell and taste my pubes. I knew he
was  going to love it.
"Oh Coach, your pubes are mmmmfgfffff..." He was trying to speak with a
mouthful of pubic hair. So nice. So compliant.
"...and hairy. Oh Coach...mmmffmmmgf..."
I looked down at my young guest, his face pressed into my pubic hair. My
long wiry black pubes were indeed in the boy's mouth and nose. I was glad my
pubes cover such a large area of my groin, the better to cover Michael's face.
Life is so good, I thought.
I finally released him. He gasped for a full breath while looking up at  me.
He wiped at his mouth. "Oh Coach. I think I ate some of your hair."
"You're doing good, boy. Just keep learning how to be comfortable with a
man. Get comfortable with cock, get comfortable with balls, get comfortable with
ass and get comfortable with pubes. Remember to get fucked as often as you
can.
"Now I want you to spit on my pubes, Michael. Get a good healthy hock and
spit right on my pubes above my cock. Think you can do that?"
Michael nodded carefully. Again, a new action that challenged his way of
thinking. And again, he soon did as he was told. His spit was an abundant glob
that struck me in the center of my pubic patch, right above my cock.
"Good, Michael. Now I want you to spread that spit all over my pubes. I  want
you to use spit to wash my pubes. Shine my hair really good. It's what we
call a "spit shine" around here."
Slowly, but thoroughly, Michael worked on his assignment. His tongue  carried
his spit all over my bush. I could see my hair glow with the wet coating  of
his saliva. I carefully spit down onto my cock, adding my spit to his.
Without thought, my young student accumulated my spit onto his tongue and
transferred it to my bush. He started with the hair above my cock, working his  tongue
to the dense center and to the sides all the way to my thighs.
God, it felt good. Michael was licking the hair that wedged in the crease
between my thigh and groin. He showed little hesitation anymore, he just licked
everywhere. I spread my legs allowing him to press his tongue into that
crease.  His tongue felt oh so good. Without my asking, he followed my pubes onto
my  balls. This boy was a natural!
My cock, meanwhile, hard and dripping precum, rested on Michael's face.  With
my balls in the boy's mouth, my cock stretched from the lad's nose to above
his forehead into his hair. Precum  dripped down 2 sides of my cock, draining
onto the boy's cheeks and nose. He  seemed not to notice, so engrossed he was
in washing my pubes. Such a good boy!  The sensations were getting too much
for me. I wanted to cum. I wanted to give  this boy more of my seed.
Michael looked up at me as I pulled my cock away from him. "Stay right
there. Watch my cock, Michael." I stroked just twice and bam...I shot a load of
delicious milky cum right onto Michael's face. Then another. And another. I
looked down through my orgasm-clouded eyes to see the boy watch as shot after
shot of my thick cream hit him in the face and drip down his cheeks.
For a few moments time stood still. I watched my cum slowly drip from  Michael
's face as the boy stared at my cock. The look on his face, one of shock
mixed with lust, excited me as much as the facial I just fed the boy. He had
taken my cum onto his face, had stayed there to take a man's cum. He was getting
comfortable with hanging with men.
The boy looked up. His eyes seemed to tear as I raised him to his feet.  "You
did very good, Michael," I told him. I took some cum from his cheek and
placed it on his lips. He hesitated for several seconds. He was trying to decide
what to do. I kept smearing cum on his lips. After several seconds of my
finger  pressing against his thin lips, he finally opened up a bit so I could place
my  cum onto his tongue. "That's it, boy. Suck cum off my fingers. Men want
to see  their cum eaten up."
For the rest of our workout, I managed to rub my cock into Michael's  body,
wanting him to keep cock at the forefront of his brain. And several times  I
reminded him how nice he looked when he was covered in my cum.
Michael was nearly exhausted by the time we finished our workout. He was
perpetually hard and, of course, I insisted he stare at my cock during the
entire session. He drank 4 bottles of water, each filled with more than a trace
amount of Viagra, so I knew his urges would be constantly visible.
Despite his beautiful hardon that rose gloriously from his hairy groin,
Michael said quietly as we walked from the gym, "I have to pee. Bad."
"Good, Michael. Let's see if we can enjoy our pee together," I responded.
We went to my small shower in the gym's restroom. I crowded him into the
small stall, a shower area that was too small even for one, yet I pressed
against him forcing him against the shower wall. Our bodies were forced tightly
together, dick-to-dick as I started to piss all over him. He smiled as the warm
liquid hit his body and, without another word, he let loose sending a thick
stream of very clear piss all over me. Our piss mashed into each other's groin
and stomach, creating a delicious warm wet sensation.
"Oh  Coach,..." Michael moaned as we pressed our faces, groins and cocks
together.
"Good boy, Michael. Enjoy our piss. Piss all over us." We continued to  piss
for quite a long time, each of us enjoying the hot clear liquid as it  spread
across our bodies. I made sure Michael could feel my cock as I pissed as  I
enjoyed the feeling of his.
Finally our flows ended. We were pressed so tightly together we could  barely
move. Our cocks ground into each other. I knew he could feel my thick  pubic
hair, as I was feeling his. This boy was such a natural for being with
another man that I knew someday he'd want to be only with men. In the meantime,  I'd
push further in the direction I wanted him to go. I licked his ear as I
whispered, "Your piss felt really good, Michael. I want to taste it."
Without waiting for an answer, I squished down the tight space, and began
licking the boy's hard, flat belly. The taste of our piss was so strong! "Mmm,"
 I moaned to him. "Nice piss." I licked further, pressing my tongue into
Michael's pubes, collecting the piss that had remained on his thick bush. I
worked my tongue into the crevice between his thigh and his pubes, washing his
pubes just as he had done to me.
One of the things I savor is how wonderful teenagers  taste. Even covered in
piss, and after a full workout, the boy tasted so fresh,  so delicious, so
male. I couldn't stop licking, even after I ate his balls and  licked up to his
fine boy ass. I knew later I'd get to his boy pussy again. When  I engulfed his
beautiful 7" boyprick, he erupted with several geysers deep into  my throat.
It was one of the most delicious loads of semen I had ever tasted.
And the boy's cries of pleasure were music to my ears.
After our shower, I again lubricated Michael's pussy, a procedure I was
beginning to truly love. He squirmed quite severely as I pushed two fingers into
his hard teen cunt, but his moans told me how much he truly enjoyed the
process.
Finally, we went back into the house. His cock, semi-hard ever since I
shoved my lubed fingers into his pussy, looked so beautiful jutting out from his
thick pubic hair. Michael was rather quiet. I had to get him to verbalize.
"So. Michael, did you enjoy your workout?"
"Oh, Coach. I don't know. It was so wonderful. Everything, really.  But...but
I don't know. The things we did, I mean they felt great. I never felt
anything like that...what we did in that little shower. But...does it mean
we like,  you know..."
Of course I knew what he meant. "No Michael, it doesn't  mean anything like
you fear it might. It just means you enjoy hanging with guys.  Playing with
guys. Heck, there are no girls around, so just enjoy playing with  guys. You did
enjoy it, didn't you?" For emphasis, I gently touched his  nipple.
"Oh Coach, I did. I really enjoy doing that stuff. That, you know, sex
stuff. But it, is it right?"
"That's for you to decide, boy, but I think you know the answer." I ran  my
hand down his chest, down below his groin, twirling my fingers through his
dense pubic hair. "You did enjoy your blow job, didn't you Michael? And you did
 enjoy the piss, didn't you? You really love getting fucked, don't you,
Michael?  It's ok to admit it, it's wonderful fun!"
"Oh Coach,  it is so much fun. And I guess I do love it. I'm only afraid..."

I know,  boy. Just wait and enjoy. Enjoy cock, Michael."
We walked slowly into the Media Room. "Oh man, oh man," Michael couldn't
believe the set up. A theatre-sized screen and a few luxury double sized viewing
 couches, perfect for watching a movie.
As we sat, I positioned the boy in front of me, rather than alongside.  The
chair was larger than a normal one, like a chaise lounge, but not quite,  just
enough for two to sit front to back rather than side to side.
"What are we going to see, Coach, football film?" Michael asked.
"Not quite," I explained. "It's important we concentrate on your comfort
with men, Michael. I know you will be successful on the field, but we need to
make sure you'll be successful around your teammates.
A picture appeared on the giant screen. A young man, no more than 19,  shown
shirtless from the waist up. He was extremely good looking, dark blond  hair,
classic, chiseled face, and nice smile. His pecs were well defined, a  perfect
swimmer's build. "Michael," I began, "I know how much you like being
naked. Well, just like you, there are thousands, maybe millions of young guys,
guys your age and guys older, too, who love showing off their bodies, love being
naked, love letting other people see their naked bodies."
As I spoke the camera panned back a bit. The young man's torso started to
come into view, still no clothes as his hard abs were now visible. "A nice
looking boy, isn't he Michael?" The camera panned back a bit more, the young  man'
s pubes were starting to appear.
"He's not gonna be naked, is he Coach?" Michael asked, leaning forward in
unspoken anticipation
The camera panned back just a bit more, the young man's pubes were fully  in
view, thick dense curly hair covering a nice size part of his groin. "Think
so, Michael. Guess he's like you - likes to be comfortable."
The camera continued to pan back, eventually exposing the young man's  large
penis and his larger balls. "Nice cock, isn't it?" I asked.
Michael just stared at the screen, stunned at the sight of the naked  young
man.
"Think the cock is over 5 inches soft, Michael?" I asked. "Yeah I think  it
may be 6 inches soft. What do you think? Nice big cock isn't it?"
Michael nodded pensively. "Yeah, Coach, he has a really big cock. "  He no
longer asked if it was ok to  mention a guy's cock.
"Yeah, I think it must be 6 inches soft," I insisted. "And so thick, too.
Notice how wide his cock head is, Michael. Pretty nice, isn't it?"
Silence. Then, "Yeah, Coach. It's really nice."

For Michael that  was a big step, I knew, admitting the young man had a nice
cock. But I wanted  more. "A nice big cock." I said sternly.
"A nice big cock," Michael repeated. He is so compliant.
"A nice big thick hairy cock."
"A nice big thick hairy cock," Michael repeated.
"A nice big thick hairy cock with big balls." I started making light of  the
game.
Michael picked up on it right away. This was a game. "A nice big thick  hairy
cock with big hairy balls."
"Haha Michael, You win."
A second picture appeared. Another young man, this time around 21, fully
nude, sitting at the edge of a dorm room bed. "Tell me about his cock, Michael,"
 I said, as my hand gently caressed the boy's naked hard cock.
Again a short pause, less than before. "Coach, it looks like a college  kid,
exposing his hairy cock so everyone can see him. See how his legs are  spread?
Four inches soft? Look how fat his cockhead is. And he's hairy, at least
around his cock, though he has no hair on his chest. Very little hair on his
balls, I think. It's a nice cock isn't it, Coach?"
"Michael, I'm so proud of you. That was an excellent  analysis. And, yes, it
is a VERY nice cock, I'm so glad you're getting  comfortable talking about
nice cock."
"Gee, thanks, Coach. Guess it's not too gay to talk about another guy's
cock, is it?"

"Exactly, Michael. Enjoy cock. No reason not to." The kid  is really
starting to come around.
I showed him another photo. Two guys. Fully nude. Surfers on a beach, One
had a large blond haired hard cock, the other a soft black haired one, a thick
cock with large hairy balls hanging below.
"Oh my..." Michael moaned as he saw the two naked teens on the screen."
Wow." It was all he could say.
"Those are two big fucking dicks, aren't they Michael?" I squeezed  Michael'
s hard prick. "You like that hard cock on that blond boy?"
"And how, Coach. Wow, guess he's not shy letting everyone see his hard
dick. And standing right there with another dude, wow!"
"Hey, nothing wrong with letting other guys see your hard dick, right?" I
asked.
"Uh right, Coach. Nothing wrong with letting a friend see your hard  cock."
"Or a stranger, Michael. Nothing wrong with letting anyone see your hard
cock. Gotta be proud, boy."
"I guess so, Coach. Gotta be proud."  The boy is so compliant!
Another photo popped onto the screen. Three men, early twenties.  Muscular.
One was in gym shorts, the other two naked, holding their cocks.  "Wow,"
Michael said quickly. "Those guys are at a gym showing off their hard  dicks to
their friend."
"Can you describe those cocks?" I asked.
"Sure. The guy on the left has an average sized hard cock. Maybe 6", but
really thick. The other guy has a monster cock. I bet it is over 10". Man what a
 huge cock."
"Good boy, Michael. You are getting good at describing cock. Getting
comfortable with cock. Watching cock. Watching big hairy cock." I again squeezed
Michael's cock and then stroked it once. As I expected, it was wet. Precum
dripped from his wide pisshole down his shaft. The boy truly loved to look at
cock.

"Turn around Michael. Face me."  Without question, the boy swung his legs
around, but as he did so, he felt my hard cock as he crossed his legs; it was
standing straight up from my groin. He sat down on it, letting his balls press
 onto my balls, his cock pressing onto my shaft.
We were facing each other. Man to man, eye to eye, cock to cock  "Wow, Coach,"
 was all he could say. His  cock was so hard! I could feel it throb against
my cock
"Feels good, huh, Michael? Feels good to touch a cock."
"God yes," he groaned, pressing his cock harder onto my shaft.
We both looked down, at our cocks. "Stroke them, Michael, stroke those  two
hard mancocks. Feel those two hard cocks.
Michael grasped the two thick shafts in his hand, though he certainly  could
not enclose his big palm around the two thick shafts. He squeezed and  stroked
them as we both watched.
"Kiss me, Michael." I knew the time was right. "Kiss me while you play  with
our cocks." This time, he didn't even hesitate. His lips pressed into mine
and his delicious tongue pressed into my mouth. The boy was kissing as if he
had  been kissing men his entire life. And he kept stroking the two cocks in his
 palm, jerking us both within his firm, soft hand.
I finally pulled away. I wanted more. "Look at the screen, Michael." The
screen, which encircled the room, all 360 degrees, now had two nude young men,
their cocks hard and touching. C2C.  "See Michael, men love to share their
hard cocks with their  friends."  The photo quickly  changed. A teenager is
stroking a hard cock while two other young men, perhaps  college age, are fucking.
We could see a hard blond haired cock entering the  cunt of a dark haired
muscular buddy, fucking him nicely.
"Everyone fucks, Michael, everyone sooner or later fucks." I was
whispering, yet Michael heard me as if I had shouted it out.
I thought I  saw a flicker of decision on his face. He smiled, and then
surprised even me  when he sat down right on my throbbing cock. It went right up
his wonderful boy  pussy. Oh god it felt so good, his cunt walls so tight around
my hard cock. And  he did it himself, without my instruction, without his
Coach telling him to  fuck. He wanted my cock inside him. He wanted to get
fucked.
That's it for Michael. Hope you liked it. Please let me know what you  think.
Stockman