Date: Wed, 21 May 2003 06:21:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: Swimmer-Coach - 03

Swimmer-Coach-03
By Larry (Laetuseros@aol.com)
Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)

This story contains graphic sexual acts between male teens. If you are
underage or if possession or readership of material that presents sexual
relationships between two or more members of the same sex is not to your
liking, or illegal where you reside, please pass over this story. This
story is the property of the author and may not be distributed without
written permission.

This story follows the main character of the story "My Journey," which is
posted in the Gay/Camping section of the Nifty Archives. It is based on
actual events in the author's life. Also, please read the preface before
beginning this story to better understand the story.

Please feel free to contact the author or editor with your thoughts. Both
e-mail addresses are listed above and again at the end of the story.

A SWIMMER AND HIS COACH
Chapter 3

	My mind was still thinking about the initiation into the elite
squad and that hot session with Coach and Rocky. I was starting to tent out
front and could feel my boner start sliding downward in my Levis. Like all
the guys, the daily uniform was tight jeans and white T-shirt as snug as
our parents allowed.

	The school didn't like the idea of teenagers wearing tight fitted
jeans, but with the economy like it was, we couldn't afford dress pants to
attend school. Dress pants were something you wore to church on Sunday, or
to special occasions like weddings, funerals, and award ceremonies. Hell,
my mom had a fight with the school principal over it. She rallied the other
mothers to the cause, and reluctantly the school board decided that
dungarees were okay to wear as long as they were cleaned and pressed.

	I finally made it home, and past my mother without her seeing my
hard-on. Shit, I really wanted to get upstairs and into the bathroom to
pull it out and relieve the tension. I had never felt this primed
before. Oh, I got the usual morning woodies, so did my younger brother and
we kidded about that. I had never had this urge in the afternoon. I usually
was tuckered out from school and practice.

	My brother was already home and doing school work at the desk we
shared. In fact, we shared the whole room. He had the upper bunk, and
because I was the older and heavier, I had the lower bunk. We each had a
separate closet to keep our clothes on hangers and pile what personal
treasures we had in boxes.

	"Hey, Larry, how was practice? You're kinda late getting
home. Anything exciting happen on the way home? Hey, I got a math problem I
want you to help me with." He always bugged the shit out of me when I got
home and today was no different, but somehow I felt it was. What would I,
what could I, tell him? I'd been sworn to secrecy.

	"Yeah, in a minute, I got to tend to some business." I told him as
I threw my books on the bunk and headed for the bathroom. I locked the
door, undid my belt, unzipped my Levis and pulled them down to my ankles
and sat on the toilet. My hand went right to my swollen pecker. It wasn't
veined like Coach's and I had a foreskin that I pulled back. It had been
attached up by the pee hole, but my stroking habits had torn the skin free,
so that I could fully expose my glans. I really liked to finger my glans
head between forefinger and thumb for awhile, until I got really
inflated. Then I used the old five-finger grip to bang away at a slowly
increasing pace up and down. It was really feeling good. I knew it wouldn't
be long now and I'd spray the room with my man seed. I was breathing harder
and my legs were thrust forward and I was ready, really ready, when all
hell broke loose. Well, in my condition, it sounded that way.

	"Hey, Larry, hurry up! I gotta piss real bad!" Wouldn't you know my
little bro had decided to find out what I was up to in the bathroom. No
privacy at all. I made a show of pulling down some toilet tissue, then
flushed the commode. I got myself stuffed back into my jeans...suitable
shrunk in size due to the interruption...thinking 'do other guys get
interrupted like that?' I wondered what Rocky would have said and done. Oh
holy shit, I remembered I had to meet him at his house at 8 PM
tonight. Wonder what that will be all about. I unlocked the door and my
little bro barged in. "Smells funny in here, what you been doing?" I turned
to him and told him, "Shit stinks!" Smiling at my wiseass remark I went
downstairs to talk with my mother and see if I could get out and stay out
after dark.

	"Hey, Mom, what's for supper?" She rattled off the menu, which I
didn't hear and told her it sounded absolutely yummy. She laughed and said,
"If I told you it was turds, you'd have given me the same answer. Now
what's bothering you?"

	"Yeah, your funny Ma! I got inducted in the elite swim squad this
afternoon after practice. That's why I'm late getting home. Rocky, the team
leader, wants me to come over to his place tonight around 8 PM. You think
Dad will let me stay out after dark?" I sat down and looked up at her
working on getting dinner ready to serve.

	"I don't see why not. You're a senior and old enough and
responsible enough. Besides, after dinner he grabs the paper, hogs the TV,
and falls asleep. He won't even know your out after dark. Just don't make a
lot of noise coming in." She turned back to the stove and started putting
the veggies into serving bowls. "Here, help me put this on the table."

	Okay, that part of my problem was solved. Now how do I keep my nosy
little brother from screwing it all up? I had to think about that
problem. Dad came home and I smelt the liquor on his breath and knew he'd
stopped at the local bar to hoist a few with the guys. He sat down and
started shoveling the food into his mouth. Mom tried to get some
conversation going about the day's affairs. "Arthur, did you know your son
was elected to the elite swim squad this afternoon?" My little brother
looked at me with a new gleam in his eye. Dad just kept shoveling down the
food.

	"Hey, bro, after dinner and we clean up the dishes, you want to
play a little one on one basketball. I have to work off this big dinner Ma
cooked and fed us." Ma smiled, and Roy nodded his head, and talked through
a mouthful of food. I was disgusted; he was turning out more like Dad, than
taking after Ma. She had grown up in English gentry, then met Dad, who
knocked her up right away, her father disowned her, and she was making the
best of what she had.

	We cleared the table and were having the usual discussion of who
was going to wash and who would dry the dinner dishes, pots, and pans. Dad
came over to the sink, coughed up a big hawker of phlegm and spit into the
sink. "I'm not going to wash!" was Roy's remark. Dad growled, "Quit your
fucking arguing afore I bust both your fucking heads together. I've worked
all fucking day and I deserve some peace and quiet!" As usual, I wound up
washing the dishes and stacking them on the drain board to dry. Roy as
usual took off outside to meet up with his buddies and play some sandlot
baseball.

	As usual, I went out to the playground and shot some hoops with the
old basketball that we had. It was a good time to think things out. I'd
worked up a sweat, so decided to head back home and get ready to go to
Rocky's house down on the lakeshore.

	Rocky's family lived north of the boulevard, along the
lakeshore. It was where all the bankers, lawyers, school teachers and
church leaders lived. Yeah, the snobby elite, the folks with money. I had a
few that had me down to do their lawns and clean up after their pesky pets,
but hey, that gave me spending money. The place was a nice two story,
painted white, with dark green trim, and terrific landscaping. The front
door was painted Chinese red and set back into the house, so it was like
standing in a little porch. I pressed the doorbell, and heard chimes! Wow,
real nice touch.

	Rocky answered the door and greeted me. "Hey, glad you could make
it. The folks give you any problems?" I was slow to answer, I'd been
staring at his naked torso. "What? I do something wrong, my lipstick
smeared? What?" I laughed and shook myself and answered, "No, no
problems. I just struck on how great a chest you have. Where are your
folks? They usually like to meet visitors."

	"Hey, no worry bud. They're gone for the rest of the week. I'm on
my own tonight and every night 'til Monday when they return from Dad's
business trip. Come on in and get yourself comfortable. Want a brew? Got a
couple of cold ones ready and waiting for a hot throat." He lightly slapped
me in the shoulder and put a brawny arm about my neck and pulled me down
for a nuggie.

	I resisted, complained about the brutality and laughing asked,
"I'll take a Coke if you have one. I'm not too used to having a brew." Roc
looked at me, his head held sidewise, "You sure, nobody here but us two!
I'm not going to tell on my best sprinter! Well, you don't mind if I have
one with you, I'll get you a Coca-Cola," and he went off to the kitchen
singing, "Rum and Coca Cola..dum, de, da, da, dum."

	I sat down on this very comfortable oversize sofa. Nice pillows
everywhere. I noticed he had an 8mm movie projector and a screen set
up. The stereo had on some nice soft music, very out of touch with his
persona...at school he was into all the popular jazz tunes. He came back
with his beer and my Coke and smiling. "Glad to see you getting
comfortable. Take off your shoes and socks and get comfy. Hell, take off
your shirt while you're at it. Tell you what, there's just the two of us
guys here, get naked!" and with that he opened the flap of his jeans and
took them off. He stood in his tighty-whitey briefs and was grinning from
ear to ear. I instantly fell in love with the guy. Who could resist that
pug nose and sprinkling of tan freckles across it and his cheeks? His
emerald eyes twinkled with mischief. "Oh, something is bothering Larry. Why
so silent, come on tell ole Rocky what it is...it's my job as team leader
to keep the team happy and healthy. So give, give out with what ails you!"

	"Well, yeah I am bothered. What the hell was that this afternoon?
I've never done anything like that in my life. I only got to know what guys
did sexually this past summer and that blew my mind. And, and I gave Andy a
belt across his bare ass for what?" I looked at Rocky, a bit amazed at my
outburst.

	"Oh, sounds like we have a closet stud here. Tread carefully, ole
Rocky, don't be too quick to judge. Come here next to me, Lar, and let me
comfort you and explain to you what did happen this afternoon and last
Friday with Coach." He held out one arm and indicated where I should sit
near him. He slid sideways, still in his briefs, with that very large
package moving around in front. He put an arm around the back of my neck,
his hand hanging down over my shoulder. I felt his body warmth, and the
aroma of his cologne wafted up to me. He leaned his fore head to me, and
said, "I thought you might have some doubts. We all did. That's why I
asked, well, ordered you to come over here this evening. So that you could
talk your doubts over in a controlled environment, with someone you feel
you can trust, a guy your own age, ME!" He pulled my head down to his bare
chest and pushed my face into his pec, my mouth dangerously close to a
nipple. Yeah, who could miss it. It stood hard, up out of the quarter size
pink aureole, with some soft blond hairs around the edge. God, it was hard
to resist his aroma.

	He hugged me tight and I felt him kiss the back of my neck. His
open lips closed softly over my skin and short hairs. I was turning into a
basket case. He must of felt my shivers and deep breathing. He let me sit
up, and looked deep into my brown eyes.

	"What, you have never had a guy hug you? Not even your brother,
dad, mother? You are as tight as a drum, ready to burst. I'm sorry. I
didn't know you were that innocent of male love." He again grabbed me and
hugged me to his now warmer chest and breathed heavily on my
ear...whispering, "Larry, I promise you will have all your answers to your
questions and will feel good about tonight and tomorrow and all the
tomorrow's to come. Will you work with me on this?" And his soft tender
lips closed on my ear, I felt something wet, quick, fleeting. I realized he
had touched me with his tongue.

	I nodded to him, embarrassed with tears in my eyes. I even
snuffled. It spilled out of me; all my longings for love, for comradeship,
friendships, all the things missing from my life. Rocky just held me, let
me tell it all. When it was all out. He melted me with those two wonderful
emerald eyes and quick grin. I loved the dimples at the edge of his lips as
they curled upward into his cheeks. To me, he was Adonis personified. All
that I wanted to be and felt I would never have.

	"Okay, now get out of those jeans and sit back next to me. I think
this short movie will explain a lot to you, and I can fill in with what it
misses afterward." I sat down beside him in my briefs, he reached for a
rheostat on the end table and the lights dimmed, the projector started and
kewl! Really neat. However, when I looked at the projection screen I caught
my breath and went speechless. Rocky gave me a tight hug, and told me it
was okay.

	"But, is that Coach at the bottom of the pile of naked guys, hey,
that's Carl, and Luke, and, whaaa" and I fell silent. These guys were all
over Coach, one guy Carl had Coach's legs up over his shoulders and it
looked like he had his dick in Coach's ass, while another swim team member
was straddling Coach's head feeding him his cock. Coach's hands were busy
pulling on two guys hard rods, while some were licking the soles of his
feet, and others were sucking on his chest nipples. Others were fingering
the asses and cocks of the guys pounding on Coach. Other guys had there
faces pressed to a buddy's ass cheeks, rapidly moving their heads up and
down and pressing inward while spreading the guys ass cheeks. It was what
they called an orgy. The film sputtered flashed, and went out. The lights
came up a little. Rocky looked at me, questioning how I had taken what I
saw.

	"Larry, that is one of the things the elite squad does. As a member
you will be expected to join in. You can't turn away or back out, you are
one of us now. As an athlete you know how horny we get with all the
exercising and training. This is the way Coach and coaches before him have
shown us how to do it. Get rid of the horniness. You understand what I am
saying? Its important that you do understand me and what happened on the
film I just showed you." He was really staring at me, very serious.

	"Rocky, I have never done anything like what I saw on that
film. Last summer on that trip out west, I met a guy, a seventeen year old,
the guide on our trek. He introduced me to what he called 'manlove," what
two guys could do to get rid of the hots. He even fucked me and I fucked
him, not once but almost every night, but nothing like what I saw on that
film." I went silent trying to get it all put right in my head.

	Rocky looked at me. His face was somber, but his emerald eyes were
gleaming as if lit with fire. "So, we don't have as innocent a lamb as
Coach thought he had. You have been exposed to man-to-man sex
before. You've been holding out, you fucker. STAND UP AND STRIP DOWN, THEN
ON YOUR KNEES IN FRONT OF ME!"

	"Rocky, what the fuck!!" I gasped as he stood, grabbed my arm and
hauled me upright. All the tenderness was gone. His cock, I noticed, was at
full attention, and he literally ripped his briefs off. I was like the deer
caught in the headlights. I was in a daze.

	"ALRIGHT MISTER, I TOLD YOU ONCE, IF I TELL YOU AGAIN IT IS GOING
TO COST YOU, NOW ON YOUR KNEES!" His hands were on his hips and he was
glaring at me, definitely expecting me to follow orders. I quickly removed
my underpants and knelt before him. "That's more like it. Don't look at me,
LOOK AT THE FUCKING FLOOR AND MY FEET! DO IT! NOW!" I quickly lowered my
head and looked down at the floor. I could see the fine blond curly hairs
on the surface of his golden calves and thighs. Even a few of his toes had
short curly blond hairs on them. What a stud and I had the hots for him.

	"You're not being totally innocent makes my job training you a bit
easier. I can see we will have to concentrate on following orders. You will
do what I tell you, and do it like you enjoy doing it without question. You
understand what I am saying, Larry?"

	"Yes, sir. I'm to follow your orders without question," I mumbled
an answer.

	"It's not going to be that bad, Lar, I like you and I have the hots
for you and I feel you have the hots for me, so this can be a lot of fun
for both of us. Just don't hesitate like you have been, and tell me if you
don't like what is happening. I understand that you have not had a lot of
love in your young life, that's what I am here to give you. It is my job as
the team leader to make sure you are one of us, that you will do your best
for all of the team, and that you will follow the dictates of the team
without question or holding back.  I explained the rules of conduct this
afternoon when you were inducted and you swore to uphold them. You saw how
Andy was treated after he let the team down at Fridays meet and I don't
ever want to do that to you."

	From my kneeling position in front of him, I looked up and searched
his face. He was looking down at me, hands on his hipbones right below his
Achilles girdles (love handles to you who don't know anatomy). His prick
was still sticking out, swollen fat and red, the glans head swollen
smooth. I detected a slight pulsing, which caused his cock to bounce
slightly upward in a silent rhythm.

	"I want you to kiss just the tip with your lips, and with your
tongue flick the slit softly." He smiled at me and waited.

	I stammered, "Er, ah, you want me to do what?" He clipped the top
of my head with his open palm, just enough to make my head turn.

	"Lar, I just, we, er, shit I just got through telling you to follow
orders without question. Didn't you hear what I said? Infractions need to
be corrected with physical punishment. I told you to kiss the tip of my
cock. Either do it, or suffer the punishment." He looked angry, trying to
control himself. I quickly decided I didn't need to have my ass whacked
with the honor paddle, so leaned forward and did as I had been told.

	"Much better, buddy!" I braced myself from falling forward, by
grasping his well-developed thighs. I squeezed them and felt them give. I
just kept kissing the tip of his cock waiting for his next orders. They
came at that point. "I want you to lick the sides of my cock from my ball
sack to the tip and back down." Well, Ken had shown me how to do that, so I
really gave his cock a licking, I washed that challaber, but good. He was
moaning and shifting from one foot to the other. I didn't need to wait for
his next order, I just opened wide and sunk his cock back into my
throat. My tongue worked the bottom of his man meat and I was sucking hard
and swallowing so that the head of his cock was massaged by my throat
muscles. I withdrew and his cock slid wetly from my lips. I sat back on my
heels and looked up at him.

	He was staring down at me. "Geez, guy, that was beautiful. Where
did you learn that technique?" He squatted down to my level and put his
hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes.

	"Rocky, I can't do this!" I realized I was going to beg him to
stop. He didn't say a word, just hugged my face to his hunk chest. "Lar, I
know what you're going through and I want to help you. You did this with
the guy out West. What's so different this time?" He pushed me back and
looked at me with those wonderful eye and frowning blond eyebrows.

	"It's different, it wasn't like this. It just sort of progressed
from one thing to another till we knew what felt good and pleased each
other. It was slow and warm and sensual and ....not like this, forced to do
it."

	"Okay mister, upstairs with me. NOW! If you want it slow and
warm--then that's what we will do. Move it, on your feet!" He pulled me up
and turned me toward the stairway and gave me a crack on my bare ass as
incentive to get moving. His hands on my shoulders and back, propelled me
toward the stairway and up the steps to the top landing.

	"That's my room there," and he steered me through the doorway. It
was a big room and was everything I dreamed of having. A big queen size
bed, a comfortable stuffed chair and lamp to read by, a nice desk, pictures
of athletic heroes on the walls, thick carpeting on the floor, a radio and
state-of-the-art stereo system. I stood stunned and looking around. "What?
Haven't you ever seen another guy's bedroom? Get your ass over to that bed
and lay down." He knew I was impressed. His strong hands were gripping my
shoulders, right next to my neck and kneading and squeezing. He hugged me
from the back and we both fell onto his bed.

	I was lying on my back and he was on his side next to me, his head
propped up with his hand. He was smiling. His right hand came down gently
on my chest and he slowly, sensually, rubbed over my pecs and down my abs
and around. It felt soooo good. My body knew it and my nipples hardened,
the tits stood tall. His fingers played with them and gently caressed each
one.

	"That's what its all about Larry. The helping one another to get
sexual satisfaction. To receive pleasure helping another person get relief
of sexual tension. I've even helped my mother get off when Dad's been away
on an extended business trip of several months.

	"Rocky, that's incest!" I was really shocked.

	"No, that's called helping someone in need of sexual relief in the
best possible way!" He took a big breath and continued, "When Mom is away
from Dad for a long time she gets real cranky, an a bitch to live with. It
first happened when I found her crying and sobbing in her room and I went
to comfort her and find out why she was crying. It went from there to my
giving her relief sexually. Is that, was that so wrong? Part of me is my
Dad, and that was the part that I gave to her."

	"Larry, I look at you and all I can see is someone I need to care
for and nurture. Your facial structure, your body, the way you talk, the
things you care about, all want me to hug and protect you. I'm impressed
with your swimming skills and I want to help you build up your body to
perfection. Let me do it, please!"

	I reached over and pulled him over me, I pulled his face to mine
and our lips met and tongues touched and twined around each other. The
silky, slippery, wet feeling sending signals to my groin. His taste was
sweet. He broke the kiss and he looked at me, his emerald eyes all watery,
his lips full and lush begging for more. Those lips parted, and his eyes
locked into mine, "Geez, all I want to do is to fuck you like you never
been fucked before, but I am so-o-o-o scared of hurting you."

	"Rocky, I've lusted after you since I first saw you as a freshman
entering the classroom, but I always felt you were out of my class. You
swagger into the room and all the girls go crazy, I just felt you would
never notice a guy like me. The jocks just hung around you in a protective
circle and guys like me couldn't get close to you. So, what do we do now?
Where do we go from here?"

	"We go from here," and he bent down for another kiss and his hand
rubbed down over my tense abs and into my pubic hair. His tongue took my
mind off everything else. Geez, he could really put meaning into his
kisses. He worked my lips with his, then softly kissed my chin, slid down
to my neck and sucked softly as he kissed. His tongue came out and drew a
wet line down to my left nipple, circled it and flicked the hard tit. His
head swung to my right nipple, tongued it and then I felt a sharp pain as
he nipped it with his teeth. He looked up and grinned. "Made you take
notice, huh?" and he returned to flick his tongue over it and followed the
channel down the middle of my abs to my groin. I heard him sniff, take a
breath and then swallowed my fully inflated member that he had been
massaging as he kissed his way downward.

	His mouth and tongue did wonderful things to my joystick. He pulled
off and began licking up and down, then back to sucking just the head and
tongue licking that little sensitive flap under the bottom of the glans
head. I was twisting and heaving, trying I guess to force more of my cock
into him. A hand slid up my abs to my chest and fingers pulled on my
nipple, squeezing and pulling it upward away from my body. I let out a
long, lustful moan. I then felt pressure on my ball sack and his finger and
thumb rolled each testicle between them and all the time I felt that
suction on my pole of pleasure. Then he released me, and started to lick my
ball sack and sucking on them. I was breathing in quick gasps and twisting
writhing in pleasure.

	He was back sucking on my prick, his tongue rubbing, his throat
muscles squeezing my glans. I now know what they meant by ecstasy. His hand
caressed my balls more firmly know, and grasping them and pulling them
downward. Then I felt it, his strong fingertip caressed my ass crack,
diving deeper to penetrate me. I reared up in extreme pleasure and began
unloading my seed deep in his throat. He took it all and was licking me
clean when I returned to find myself lying exhausted and pleasantly
relaxed.

	He slid his hot sweaty body up over mine. His legs outside mine,
our cocks side by side between us, his arms supporting his chest above
mine, his lips on mine, his tongue deep into my throat, filling my mouth,
then retracting. He was fucking my mouth with his tongue.

	He raised his hips and I felt his hard cock go between my legs. He
raised his head and I could see the lust in his eyes, felt his breath on my
face. Those lips parted and he softly uttered the words, "I want to fuck
you now, lovingly, deeply, a seal between the two of us. Will you let me?"

	Well, what would you have said? After what he gave me, without
asking for it, what could a virile stud like me say, "Yes, fuck me, fuck me
silly you hungry stud!" His arms extended and raised his body off mine, and
he was kneeling between my legs, his hands on my hips. He was
grinning. Looking at me with eyes of what I could only think of as
LOVE. Yes, at that moment I felt he truly and deeply loved me. For once in
my short life I felt that someone truly, honestly, loved me for me.

	"I want to raise your legs to your chest," he said as he placed
them over my head and my ass tilted upward. His mouth and tongue went down
to my ass cheeks and he began kissing and licking inward. Ken had attempted
to rim me in the mountains, but it just didn't happen. Rocky was more
successful, having a long talented tongue. I soon felt him lick across my
anal opening. He stimulated me by licking in circles and then up and down
over the pucker. He stopped and put his index finger in his mouth to wet it
and then applied it to my relaxed hole. He peered down at my ass as he
introduced the finger and pressed inward, then when he was knuckle deep,
hooked his finger behind my sphincter muscle and rotated it. WOW, what a
feeling. He was looking for something, and I knew what was to come next. He
found my prostate and stroked it. Mmmmm, that felt good.

	I looked at him. He was fingering me with one hand, and his other
was rubbing something all over his cock, and it looked wet and shiny. He
knelt up and his hand guided his pecker to my hole, he leaned forward over
me, between my upraised legs. He gave me that charming grin and said, "Here
goes my cock into your man pussy," and he thrust forward applying steady
pressure. I had learned to relax, to open and allow a hard cock or dildo to
enter and stretch my sphincter muscles. I hadn't paid attention to how huge
Rocky's wonder cock was, but I realized he was really stretching my
asshole. He looked at me, "Yeah, Coach was right, you got yourself one
tight asshole. Lar, it feels soooo good! I want to call you baby, but I
know that's wrong, but stud it do feel mighty fine on my dick. You okay,
feel good to you?"

	"Yeah, feels good to me, too. Just put it all into me. Make me feel
it deep!" and so went the bits of conversation as he pushed it in till I
did feel his pubic hair. I looked down at his splayed thighs, the pubic
hair behind my balls, his defined six pack and pecs with nipples standing
at attention. Then he grunted, and started to withdraw, then flexed his
hips to plow back into my ass. I felt hot, and looked at him, his tongue
was sticking out the side of his mouth and he was concentrating on pounding
my ass with a steady rhythm. It was a steady slap, slap against my ass
cheeks and thighs. He was sweating and droplets had formed on his chest and
were running down his treasure trail in the middle of his torso. God, he
was one hot stud and he was giving his all to me. I start to meet his
thrusts. My hand told me my cock was near exploding, my balls were drawn up
tight, the tension in my gut confirmed the fleeting thought. I was ready,
and so was he. It would be one big mutual orgasm.

	"Rocky, I'm ready, I'm going to cum all over myself. Oh, keep
pounding that cock to me, here it comes, oh, oh, shit it feels, ah oh ugh,"
and white cum shot from my dick all the way up to my chin and beyond. Rocky
brought his thighs together and thrust in once deeply and I felt his cock
spasm and he shot load after load deep in my guts. He collapsed over me,
between my legs. My legs slid down, and he was lying on top of me. His head
next to mine, he was breathing heavily.

	I heard him speak into the pillow, "None of the guys on the team
have ever given me a fuck like this. You are one special piece of ass and I
don't ever want to lose you! After we've rested I want you to fuck me. I
want your big cylinder buried deep up my guts, you hear me, I want you to
plow my ass with your wonderful prick." He rose up to look at me, his face
serious, his eyes searching me for an answer.

	"I heard you and I'll try my best to please you. Now hug me
tightly, Stud" He gave a chuckle and lay next to me, pulling my backside
into him spoon style. We lay for a while with his hand caressing my chest
and abs, and then I felt his steady deep breathing and we both drifted into
a restful sleep.

	I roused feeling something wet in my ear, sliding down my neck and
sucking on my shoulder. I felt teeth press the flesh of my shoulder and I
quickly returned to awake with Rocky's soft pleadings.

	"Come on lover, awake! I got the hots for this hard pleasure rod to
be up my ass scratching the itch up there." I realized he had stroked my
cock to full hardness as I lay dreaming. I turned toward him,
smiling. "That's it baby, lie on your back for me." All the time his hands
were caressing up and down and around my chest and abs and down behind my
back to cup and pull upward my gluts. He straddled my body and moved up
forward. I opened my mouth, expecting that he wanted me to suck him
again. "No, babe, I don't want a blow job, I got something else I want to
do first." He pulled some lubricant from under the pillow and applied it to
my cock, rubbing his palms up and down the swollen shaft, and swirling
around the sensitive head. "Lar, this is called bare backing, riding the
stallion, so to speak! Huh! You are just going to enjoy this ride." He rose
up, place his ass over my upright cock, told me to hold it in place, and he
eased on down. His asshole opened and I slid right in. His ass cheeks were
on my thighs and I was completely buried up his ass. It felt warm, silky,
tight. His hands were placed on my pecs and he raised his hips, my cock
pulled out and I felt the coolness surround it, then he squatted down
enveloping my now pulsing cock. He was right, I was enjoying it, and I
guess my wide smile and closed eyes told him that. He got into a steady
motion. I watch his powerful thighs flex and bulge with the movement. I
thought, is that how Coach got his powerfully built thighs, how Rocky was
doing it? He started sweating from the effort, and I lay there just
enjoying the view. I rubbed my hand over his chest, smoothing out the beads
of sweat, then bringing my palm to my mouth and licking the moisture.

	He was really hutching over me, and grunting, breathing deep with
the effort of servicing me. He looked at me, "I'm going to cum all over
you, I'm going to shoot my man seed all over your face and chest...are you
ready to get it? You want my cum all over your chest? Huh, you want that,
do you, do you want my cum, cause here it comes!" and with that he leaned
back and sprayed out five or six spurts at my face, while his ass ring
clenched my cock and milked it. My hips rose upward and I felt myself
coating his innards, my arms pressing downward on the mattress. We did it
once more, a mutual orgasm. He sat on my hips, with that incredible smile
on his face, breathing heavily, catching his breath, lowering his blood
pressure, his face loosing the red blush, his veins returning to normal and
disappearing beneath his skin. What an incredible sexy stud I had servicing
me, and loving me in a way I had never known before. Amazing!

	"What do we do for an encore to that?" I asked.

	"We, my love bug, go get a shower and clean up. I declare you one
trained elite corp member. Come with me and we can shower together...and
explore some things I may have missed." He reached for my hand and arm and
raised my relaxed body off his bed. I trotted after him like a little
puppy, him pulling me by the hand into the bathroom. My whole body tingled
in anticipation.

	The bathroom, for that time, was spacious. It had a bidet as well
as a commode and a claw foot tub, and a glass enclosed shower big enough
for three or four people. One wall had a cabinet with three wash bowls set
into it. It was tiled in gray, white and black. It was stunning. Rocky
noticed my amazement. "It was Dad's idea. Some days when our schedules are
tight, we are all in here at the same time. He figured with this, no one
would have to wait for someone else to finish. Neat!"

	"Yeah, real neat. I have to share one tub, one sink and one commode
with my mom, dad, and brother...and we have to wait till the others
finish. Dad likes to soak in a hot tub so we make sure we take care of any
business, before he gets in there, cause it might be an hour or more!"
Rocky looked at me, realized I was feeling some mental anguish and hugged
me. "I'm sorry, I should have realized that this is a bit much to spring on
you. I need to get a handle on myself and realize others are not as lucky
to have parents like mine. Come on, let me make it up to you in the
shower."

	We showered, and yes, he did give me an exploratory examination on
all my vitals. I did the same to him, making sure everything was soaped and
cleaned. We dried with big white fluffy bath sheets. He lead me back
downstairs and he heated a pizza in the oven and me with another coke and
him with a beer, finished it off while staring at each other's nude bodies
in lust. He looked at me as we cleaned up, and told me, "You know you can
never mention what went on here tonight. Part of the code of conduct. We
will have more sessions like this...I promise you that. If I know my team,
some of them will want to meet with you to talk over things..." he had a
dirty looking grin, "and you will want to meet with them!"

	"What about Coach," I asked him.

	"So, what about Coach?" He turned and reached for both hands and
drew me close to him. "Coach is an adult, he can fend for himself." and
softly placed a kiss on my lips, I tasted beer. "Naturally, I have to let
Coach know that you have been inducted and duly put into service and that
you are one of the elite squad, body and soul. If he wants you he will
invite you to one of his soirees, his little gatherings of the team. Since
he has had a taste of that fine tight ass of yours, I think you won't wait
too long for an invitation." He looked at me and picked up on some of my
doubt. "Oh, he is gentle and won't make you do anything you don't want to
do. Some of the guys have only spent the night with him talking. Oops, I
guess I spilled the beans there. We're not supposed to tell each other
about that."

	"What about you, what do you do with him?" I knew I was treading on
conduct but I felt after what we had done together, he owed me the
answer. He looked at me, smiled and hugged me again, close with his hands
cupping my ass cheeks. We broke and he was grinning.

	"You know I can't tell you that! It would be a breach of the code
and if caught I'd receive a paddling from Coach and all the team. I can
tell you that you'll enjoy the evening and look forward to future
invitations. The food, conversation, and activities are all great and
rewarding. Come on, get dressed. It's time you head for home, it's eleven
o'clock and your mother will be worried that something happened. Hey, we'll
work on that and maybe get permission for you to spend the weekend sometime
soon!"

	He slipped into his jeans, and walked me to the front door, his arm
hugging me to his body. He opened the door, looked at me and said, "It has
been a great evening and I really enjoyed the company. Let's do this soon
and often." He quickly gave me a soft kiss and I went down the walkway on
my way home.

	Again, my mind swirled with unanswered questions. My cock tingled
and my ass tingled and my lips missed feeling his on mine. I could still
smell his aroma; I felt emotions I had never experienced before, not even
with Ken. What the hell was I turning into, what the hell was I thinking, I
couldn't do this, it wasn't right, but it felt right. As I walked home my
hand rubbed my swollen penis in my pant leg. Shit, I was getting horned up
again.


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