Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2019 03:13:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: fmhar1969@aol.com
Subject: Chapter 51, The Fireman's Son

Archive: "Fireman's Son, Chapter 51" {Rob} (MMB oral anal)

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The Fireman's Son
Chapter 51 - Coach Thomas Starts Steve's Training

	"Andrews!" Coach Thomas barked at Steve as he was retreating
towards the locker room.

	This was the end of the second week that he'd been working out with
the wrestling team, and he was beat.  Wrestling was a lot harder than he
had imagined.  There was so much he had to learn.  Although it was exciting
to be rolling around on the leather mats with the older guys who were
members of the team, he was so intent on learning the positions and holds
that he hadn't thought much about sex during practice.  That didn't mean
that he hadn't taken notice of the older boys and their well-muscled bodies
with sprinklings, some heavy some light, of hair in all the right places or
the variety, both in shape and size, of the different boy's cocks and
balls. He'd already picked out a couple of the senior boys he was
determined to get fucked by when the opportunities presented
themselves. The coach hadn't made any move to repeat the scene in his
office, despite his promise to Steve's dad.

       That was okay, because he was getting plenty from his friends. Many
afternoons he went to Jim's house or Jim went to his so he could suck cock
and get his ass fucked. It was easier at Steve's since because they had an
hour or so before his mom got home from work. At Jim's, his mom was almost
always there and they had to be quiet up in his room. But even if
Mrs. Evans came upstairs and the door was closed, she never bothered
them. A couple of times when they knew Steve's mom was working late or
Jim's had an afternoon meeting, Jake came home with them and Steve got
double-teamed. He really liked it when Jake was with then because, although
Jim was becoming rougher and more demanding, Jake was still the leader of
the pack when he was there. Steve still sucked Jim, Roy and Jake every
morning and sometimes the Black maintenance man had joined them. Steve had
told his buddies about the Black maintenance man, and they didn't mind
another participant as long as they all got to blow their loads. Jim and
Roy still fucked him after lunch except two times when he made up some
excuse and got it on with the twins, Jon and Jim White, getting used at
both ends in the restroom after lunch. In addition they had turned him out
to another couple of hot guys on the basketball team who had used him in
the deserted locker room one day while the three of them skipped class. It
was a good thing Steve was such a good student so he could get away with
being late or even missing a class. Daniel and Julio had gotten hold of him
one afternoon after school and taken him to the woods where they had fucked
him good. They hadn't double-fucked him again, but had fucked him at both
ends twice, each one having a go at his asshole. In addition, the baseball
players from Franklin, Josh, Roger and Noah, who had used him several times
during the rest of the summer after that first kinky orgy, had picked him
up from school one day and taken him out in the van for more of the
same. He really loved getting fucked by Noah's huge cock and had gotten
used to the other two jock studs needing to help him out to climax up
Steve's ass.

	Dragging his feet, Steve watched as the rest of the wrestling team
headed off to take long, hot showers.

	"Andrews!" the coach barked again.  "Get your ass on that mat and
assume the position.  Madison's 175-pounder is a strong guy.  When you go
up against him next weekend, you've got to be able to break his holds."

	Thirty minutes later, as Steve dropped to the mat for what seemed
like the hundredth time and prepared to be mounted in the first position by
Coach Thomas, a sound by the gymnasium door disrupted their practice.

	"Coach Thomas," a voice said.  It was Officer Johnson, the school
security officer the superintendent had hired after there was some
vandalism during the summer.  Officer Johnson was a mean mother-fucker.  He
was a huge Black man who had left his job as a security officer at a
maximum security prison because, as he said, "The State was too soft on
those pansy prisoners."  He had taken the job at the school because he was
offered a big increase in the salary he had been making.  He had made his
presence felt since the beginning of the semester.  No one at school fucked
with him, especially not the students.  Even the teachers minded their P's
and Q's around the hulking Black guard.  Officer Johnson was a young man
but he was so big, he looked like he could break any one, students and
teachers alike, in half without much effort.  Even Coach Thomas didn't look
so big up against the big Black.

	"Hello, Johnson.  Making your rounds?"

	"Yeah, locking up.  You gonna be long in here."

	"We'll be here a while longer.  I've got to get Andrews here ready
for his first meet Saturday-after-next.  You go on and lock up, I'll let us
out the side door in my office when we're finished."

	"Okay, I'll check back later," the big guard said as he turned and
left the gym.

	An hour later, Steve was sweaty and exhausted. The coach had been
working him like a dog and he was damned tired. Coach Thomas' big hard body
had pounded the boy into the mat over and over again, completely dominating
him in ever position and every hold. "Come on, Coach, let's take a little
break."

	Coach Thomas shook his head slowly. "Forget it, Andrews," he
growled. He was sweating, but not breathing hard at all. "You've been
working hard. I'm proud of you. But we've still got more to do. Get down on
the mat at ready."

	"Okay, Coach," the exhausted boy said as he got down on his hands
and knees, assuming the ready position.

	The coach slid in behind Steve. He put one hand on the boy's arm
and wrapped the other arm around his waist. "Ready, set, go!" Before the
boy could even move, the coach's hand moved down and grabbed his cock,
causing it to harden immediately. Coach whispered in my ear, "I think it's
about time we started the training your dad wanted me to take care of. I
know you've been getting' plenty of cock, but I've seen you looking at your
teammates at practice and in the locker room and showers. I know and see
everything. I know what you've been wanting. You want some wrestler cock,
don't you? I been lettin' you stew awhile, gettin' turned on by your
teammates' hard bodies grinding against yours and the feel of their packed
baskets rubbing over your ass and your crotch when they pin you to the
mat. I've got hold of your cock now, and it's hard as a rock.  Tell me boy,
what do you want to do, huh?"

	"Anything you want, Coach," Steve answered faintly.

	Coach Thomas moved his other hand from Steve's arm to the boy's
chest while the grip on his stiff prick got even tighter.  Steve moaned
loudly. He couldn't help it. Even though it wasn't true that he had been
consciously thinking of sex all during the long practices and in the
showers and locker room, he knew that subconsciously he had been wanting
sex with all the hot, muscular wrestlers and the even hotter coach. No
matter how much sex he was getting elsewhere, he knew he wanted it with the
coach and his team. He wanted a repeat of the scene in the coach's
office. He wanted to be dominated by and made to serve Coach Thomas, as
well as his teammates. The coach's hand felt so good roaming over his
chest, squeezing his nipples, his hard cock and his tightly compressed
balls.

	"That's right boy.  That's exactly the right answer. You're gonna
do whatever your coach says, and you're gonna love it, too." Coach Thomas
stood up in front of the kneeling lad. "First lesson, boy: When a hot stud
with a big hard prick is standing in front of a boy like you, what does he
do?"

	Steve reached out his hand and traced the outline of the coach's
hard tool against the smooth mesh of his wrestling singlet.  The coach's
prick was huge. "Stroke it?" the boy said as he moved his hand lightly over
the hard cock.

	The coach slapped his hand away. "Guess again, boy," he demanded
gruffly.

	"Suck it?" the boy replied.

	Coach Thomas nodded.  "Now you got it," he said as he hooked his
thumbs into his singlet and pulled it down slowly off of his sweaty, hard
body.  Steve watched as it fell to the ground and the coach stood before
him wearing only a jockstrap.  The boy looked up in adoration at the tall,
massively built man with his huge chest, thick legs and strong arms.  His
body was almost entirely covered with hair – mostly dark, but flecked
with some gray.  He wore his graying hair in a crew cut.  He'd spent twenty
years in the Army and it showed.  The years of discipline and training had
left him hard, hot, and definitely a big turn-on for the passive boy
kneeling before him.

	The dominating man grabbed the boy by the back of his head and
pulled his face straight into his sweaty, jock-covered crotch.  The man's
strong, musky scent and overpowering manhood filled the boy's face.  He
inhaled deeply and slowly stuck his tongue out of his mouth.  Like the last
time, in the coach's office, the boy wrapped his lips around the head of
the coach's jock-covered cock and slurped at it.

	"Fuck, boy!  That feels good!" the coach growled.  Steve could only
moan and mumble as the coach continued to grind his face into his crotch.
The man then took a step back and stripped his jockstrap off.  His huge
cock whipped out and struck the kid in the face.  "Suck it, boy," he
demanded.

	Steve wrapped his eager lips around the huge cockhead.  He tasted
precum and eagerly lapped it up.  Deliberately the coach slid his sweaty,
pulsing cock down the boy's throat.  He gagged at the invasion, but the
coach was determined that the kid's nose was going to be buried in his
pubes.  He clamped one hand on each side of Steve's head and guided his
prick right past his mouth and down into his gullet.  The coach's wild
tangle of cockhair was soon covering the boy's nose.  His huge, hairy balls
were slapping against his chin.  Steve's only thought was how hard his cock
was and how full his mouth felt.  He was in heaven.

	The coach began to make short, simple thrusts as he fucked the
boy's face.  "Suck that cock, boy.  Suck your coach's dick.  I know you've
been wanting my hot piece of meat ever since the day in the office while
you dad was watching.  Damn, you're a born cocksucker, just like your old
man said, ain't ya, boy?" the coach moaned as he pounded his huge dick
again and again into Steve's mouth.

	Steve sucked the coach for half an hour. Sometimes the man only
gave him the head to nurse on. Sometimes, he shoved his whole shaft down
his throat. A few times he pulled his dick out of the boy's sucking mouth
and made him suck on his hairy balls, ordering him to suck both of them
into his hot boy mouth. "Lick those balls, boy! Lick `em! Yeah, suck those
nuts! Come on! Make your coach proud of you, Andrews!" he kept
saying. Steve did as he was ordered, licking and sucking on the coach's
hard, dripping, pulsing prick and on his hairy, low-hanging man sac.

	Suddenly, Coach Thomas ordered him to stand up and yanked his
singlet off, turning him around.  The boy felt something wet and hot poking
at his asshole as the coach licked his ass and wiggled his tongue up his
butt. "Oh, Coach, that feels good!"

	The coach sucked his ass for a couple of minutes, getting it all
wet and hot.  Then he stood up. "You like that, Andrews?" he asked.

	"Oh god, Coach, I sure did. Are you gonna do it some more?"

	The coach laughed. "I ain't gonna suck your ass, Andrews," he said
as he slid two fingers up the boy's hole. "This is what I want," he said as
he kept working his thick fingers up the kid's hole. Steve was, as always,
ready to have a dick poking around in his butt, but standing in the middle
of the gymnasium with the coach fingering his hot boy-pussy was starting to
make him feel a little exposed.

	"I don't know, Coach. What if someone came in? Let's go to your
office," the boy pleaded.

	Don't worry, you little cocksucker," he said. "You're gonna love
doin' it here. Just pretend the whole team is watching as I plow your tight
little ass, showin' `em what you need." Before Steve could protest any
more, the coach bent him over and shoved the head of his hard dick right up
his butt.

	"Aw, shit, Coach!"

	"You like it, Andrews?

	"Yeah, Coach. Man, it feels good. You have a huge cock, Coach."

	Yeah? Well here's some more!" he said as he shoved about three more
inches of his cock up the kid's boy-hole.

	Steve was used to getting fucked by rough men and boys with big
dicks, but something about this was different.  Maybe it was because he had
dreamed about Coach Thomas so many times.  Maybe it was doing it out in the
open, in the middle of the gym on the wrestling mats.  Maybe it was
thinking about what the coach said, getting fucked in the middle of the gym
while his teammates watched. He didn't know what made it special, but it
felt like the coach was trying to split him in two. He felt full and hot
and his ass was tingling. "Do it, Coach!" he yelled. "Fuck me! Fuck me
hard!"

	"You got it, Andrews," the big man said, and without another word,
he shoved his entire length up the tight, little boy-pussy and began to
thrust his hips back and forth into the receptive kid, pounding his cock
into his butt. He smacked the boy's ass hard with his big hands. Smack!
Smack! Smack! "Yeah, Andrews, you know how bad you want it, boy," he
growled into the boy's ear. He pounded the kid's round, hard little ass
mercilessly, ramming his monster pole in and out, his huge balls slapping
against the smaller set hanging between the boy's wide-spread legs.
Suddenly, the coach yanked Steve's jockstrap to the side, grabbed his hard
prick, and began to jerk it off in rhythm with his fucking.

	"Coach," the boy whimpered. "If you keep that up, I'm gonna shoot."

	"Do it," the man growled. "Come for me, Andrews. Let my cock feel
you coming."

	"I'm coming, Coach! I'm coming! I'm...ughh!" Jet after jet of
steamy spunk began to shoot from the kid's tingling prick all over the
leather wrestling mat. His pulsing ass was just what the coach needed.

	"I'm coming, boy. I'm shooting up your pussy!" he groaned as he
shot his load up Steve's ass. The coach held Steve tight against him, his
hairy chest pressed up against the boy's smooth back until he'd shot all of
his juice up his butt. When his nuts were finally empty, he pushed the boy
off his cock and dropped him to the floor. Steve fell in a heap, panting
and sweaty. He turned to look up at Coach Thomas, who was grinning down at
him. His big enflamed cock still looked huge and menacing.  The boy was
hoping he'd want to shove it back up his ass again. But instead, the coach
just gave him a cocky grin and told him to lick his cum off the mat and hit
the showers. "You'll get more, boy, don't worry, but not right now!"