Date: Mon, 21 Nov 2022 16:38:25 +0000 From: Tiao Wu Subject: Here Cums the Neighborhood - Part 24 This writing contains sexually explicit material, unsuited for readers under the age of 18. If you are underage, live in an area that disallows the reading of this type of material, or are offended by homosexual content, please do not read further. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, settings, and ideas featured in this series are based on fantasy. Any character that resembles someone in your reality is purely coincidental. If you enjoy these stories, please donate to Nifty so that we can continue reading. Feel free to email hjk7359@hotmail.com to give feedback or constructive criticism. Please enjoy. *************************************************************************** Chapter 24 - A Smalls Kinky Christmas Part 1 It was a beautiful day in hell. Sulfur wafted through the hot air, fresh scabs of magma chipped of the distant mountain side, and my helpless underlings were cowered at my clawed feet. "Please forgive us, Master," said a lanky, teal-skinned gargoyle. "Yes, please have mercy," a stocky red demon covered in hair wailed as he reached for my calf. In a flash my leathery tail lashed his arm. A crack scored the air. "AHH!" he screamed. "Th-thank you, Master." On a stroll through my kingdom I witnessed five of my prized servants crumbled in a wad of mindless sex. Their grunts and their glazed over looks offended me. With a scowl I caused the earth to glow bright orange. Within seconds their chorus of listless groaning became a shrieking cacophony. And now here we were in my royal chamber, their soft weeping arousing me to my core. "You seem to have forgotten your place here." I stood from my throne and began to slowly pace. "I spared all of you from living an existence of pain, suffering, and servitude." "We thank you, Master," a burly bodybuilder of a demon sniveled. "You were to live a life of comfort and ease, as long as you satisfied one thing: me." My tail dragged along the backs of the five pathetic beings that bowed still before me. "I gave you feasts; I gave you the finest lodging, and most importantly I gave you my nourishing seed." "We are so sorry, Master. We are not worthy!" "We were so weak!" "It won't ever happen again, please! We promise!" "You're right," I said. "It won't." I stood in front of the five of them. I held out my hands and conjured five long chains. The slithered across the stone floor and coiled around the necks of my slaves. I yanked my arm to my hip, causing all five of them to shoot to their knees. "Please, Master!" the lanky blue gargoyle sobbed. The five of them began whimper apologies incoherently. I summoned a string of diamonds that shot from the clasp around their necks and wrapped around their dicks holding them to attention. I glared at their quivering shafts of meat, causing them to glow with heat. "Unnngh! Hannngh! Master, please!!" they cried. "From now on, you will never feel pleasure again. Unless I am the one who grants it. No matter how much you torture you're pathetic cocks, you'll never cum." I tugged on their chain leash, causing them all to fall to their knees. "Unnngh...hunngh..." I shoved orgasmic thoughts into their feeble minds, bringing them close to cumming, but never letting them have the pleasure. I made my way to the balcony that overlooks my hellscape, pulling them along with me. "Hunnngh...please....please Master have mercy..." they groaned with pleasure. "Please let us cum. You are all-powerful. Please," they huffed and whined. They crawled behind me as I pushed open the terrace doors, letting a hot gust of wind inside. "Unnnghhhh...Master please...." I overlooked the hordes of demons as they roughhoused, fought, fucked. "Sinners! Look toward your master!" I bellowed as I held my slaves in front of me. Their faces twisted with agony. * The winter sun peeked through my gnarled window blinds, cutting a bright beam across my face. I raised my arms above my head taking in a deep inhale as I treated myself to a good stretch. A smile crept across my face, feeling humored by my latest dream, and also because I realized that the day had finally come. Christmas Break was here! Only one more short day of school left, and then freedom for two weeks. Half of which I would get to spend with my dad. I tossed my covers off of me, my erect prick already bouncing in the warm open air. After a quick shower and bundling myself up in a couple extra layers, I skipped down the stairs, practically floating to the kitchen. My mother was already awake, cutting ribbon and wrapping popcorn balls in cellophane. "Morning!" I chirped, grabbing a banana out of the fruit basket. "Someone's in a good mood," my mother remarked as she finished wrapping another popcorn ball. "No school for a while!" I said happily. "Ha. Just what you need," she replied sardonically. "You saw my report card, right?" I said, genuinely worried that, once again, she thought I hadn't tried. She didn't reply for a moment. Fiddling with ribbon. I could tell she had seen it. All A's. Every single class. I'd earned at least a "good job" or something from her. She sighed finally. "Yes. I did. Nice work," she said giving me a resolute smile. "Maybe, you know, some of the changes around here have been for the better after all." She said this with kind of a hopeful permission. Like my dad didn't matter, and I'd moved on. I clenched my jaw, suddenly my appetite waning. And what did she think she was getting at anyway? I earned those grades myself. Every last one. I knew she was trying to get me to side with her and think that my dad was a bad influence. "I guess so. I wouldn't have passed math without Dad's help though. He's really good at measurements and geometry and stuff." That wasn't true. I did all my math homework on my own. But I hoped it would at least plant a seed in my mom's head that Dad not being here wasn't what was helping me. Plus, I couldn't admit that ALL of my grades were based on my homework and tests alone. I thought of Coach George who had his first orgasm in who knows how long, all because I gave him my throat to plug. I finished my banana, tossing the peel in the trash. Chance shuffled into the kitchen rubbing his sleep-worn eyes. "Mornin'" he said, his voice raspy. "You look terrible," I said, matter-of-factly. Chance gave a rough cough in return. "Couldn't sleep," he said, clearing his throat. "Yeah, you were coughing all night." My mother approached him placing a hand on his forehead. "Pretty warm. You should take the morning and afternoon off today." "Blech, no I'm fine. Just need coffee," he said weakly. "Fine. Have some coffee, but I'm serious. Take a day off," my mother ordered. "I'll take the kids to school today. "Do you even remember where it is?" I joked, laughing. "Ha-ha-ha." The car ride was pretty painless. I was just trying my best to remind myself that it's only a few hours today. I'd already decided in my head that I was going to swing by Coach Scott's office today. "Are we back?" I heard my coach's voice. I thought back to the end of day yesterday. My cock pressed against his thigh; the gym full of my classmates locked in a game of dodgeball. My breath reeking of my coach's cum--a sweet gift he had saved just for me. "Yeah, we're back," I replied. He'd waited and respected my goals. Not like Mr. McCook who seemed to be playing tricks on me, trying to get me to break to his seduction. I felt like I was the one pulling the strings now. I made the decisions now. "Mom," Lisa piped in from the back seat. "I'm hanging out with Jen afterschool today." "Fine. Wait. Who's Jen?" my mother responded coming out of a daze of her own. "A fuh-REND!" she huffed as though she were under interrogation. "I've never met any 'Jen'," she said again. "Just a friend from my Chemistry class!" she whined. "Okay, okay, fine. But be back by six. We're doing the Birchwood Does Dickens event today." "What does WHAT?" she asked as though my mother were speaking Sanskrit. "I told you both about this last week," she interrupted rubbing one of her temples. "It's this Christmas Carol thing on Main Street," I said calmly. "They bring in fake snow and stuff, and people pretend like they live in olden times, or something," I explained. "E-Exactly," my mother stammered, surprised that I remembered. "Oh god, I'm gonna hurl," Lisa grumbled. "Can I hang out with a friend, too?" I asked, hopefully. "Friend" in my mind could be anyone. Paul, Curt, or maybe grab some dick from Coach Scott, or even Coach George if he were up to it. "Absolutely not, Sebastian," my mother said without even pausing. "What?? That's not fair! Lisa gets t--" "I don't want BOTH of you out and about when we have this important event. No. Period. End of sentence." "Psh, Seb doesn't even have friends anyway," Lisa teased. "I have a BAZILLION friend," I said, twisting back to pinch Lisa's side. "Ow. Seb! OW-WUH!" Lisa cried. "Alright, enough!" my mother said as she pulled into Birchwood High School. "Lisa if you aren't back by six, I'm taking your presents back, got it?" "Thanks, Mom-meeee!" Lisa waved as she pushed herself out of the backseat. "Don't be late!" The door slammed on my mother's sentence. She sighed as she gassed out of the high school drop-off zone. I watched behind us as Lisa jogged toward her group of friends, all of them dressed like they were cut out of a magazine. Man, she really DOES have more friends than me, I thought. My mother and I drove toward the school in silence. "How come I can't hang out with a friend afterschool," I asked again. "Because," she said shortly, obviously her patience running dry. I could tell there was still a cloud of disappointment over her from the last time I didn't come straight home from something. When Chance took me to my team's Fall Pool Party. At the same time, I got my mother a new donor for his mayoral campaign by letting Mr. Mayo, my rival Cole's, hot European dad! It was a cum-soaked blessing in disguise. For both of us. "Because I'm not ready to let you have that freedom yet," she said, careful with her words. She meant she didn't want me to be a stranger's sex slave again. As fun as parts of those days were, I understood what she meant. I wouldn't trust me right now either. But eventually, she was going to have to let me be myself. To have some sort of freedom. "Understand?" she asked. I only nodded in response. My mother pulled into a drop-off spot. "Alright. Chance is probably down for the count today, so I'll be here to pick you up at 3:30." When I heard the time she was planning on picking me up, my heart skipped a beat. She didn't know we had a half-day today. Everyone was going to go home at 12:00 after lunch. Which meant I had some time to myself. "3:30?" I wanted her to say it again. "Ugh. Is that wrong? I can never remember," she said rubbing her head again. "It's 4:30, actually," I said quickly. "4:30." Come on. Just one more hour of free time. "Okay, 4:30," she said as she reached into the backseat. I was already making my exit. "Here, wait!" She handed me an old shoe box. "Make sure each of your teachers gets one of these." I looked at the box in confusion. "Popcorn balls," she shrugged. "Alright, I will," I said begrudgingly. I stepped away from the car, feeling a cold snap of air against my cheeks and started toward school. "Here, Mr. Flores," I said, handing my math teacher a crumpled ball of cellophane, the wrapping sticky with melted sugar. Around the bow of the wrapping was a campaign tag: "Vote Big. Vote Smalls." Adorned in patriotic colors. I rolled my eyes at it. She wouldn't even be able to make clever campaign slogans without my dad. "Wow, thanks, Sebastian!" Mr. Flores smiled warmly, accepting my mother's gift that was disguised as my own. He set along with the other small things that his students had brought him. "That's real sweet of you." I smiled. "And I have a feeling I'm gonna get a few cavities from all the candy I'm gonna get today." "I'd love to taste your candy," I said, without thinking. "H-huh?" he asked with a confused grin. "I mean. That's cool that you get all this stuff. My mother made this by the way, not me." "Well, thank you anyway." I waited until the last student shuffled out of class and the door closed. "There's something else, though," I said. I could feel my dick stirring in my jeans. My heart racing. Was this the time? Was this the moment I'd take Mr. Flores as my own? "What's up?" he asked softly, stacking up the last of the papers he had to grade today. "I...I just wanted to thank you for this year so far. Really," I said. "I had a tough time, and you were really helpful." I clenched my jaw, trying not to look into his eyes, or I knew I wouldn't be able to contain myself. "Of course," he said calmly. "Can't wait to see you in January." With that, I took my leave before I could get too carried away. "Have a good break!" he called back as I exited the classroom. "Well, I'm not sure if my teeth can handle these, but, tell your mom I said 'Thanks'." Ms. Lewis was in good spirits today, and I was happy to be on her side. All that skipping class the first couple months of school had started us down a bad path. But now we have a good understanding of each other. "Have a great break, Ms. Lewis. Merry Christmas." "You too, hun." Now that it was lunch time, students were officially off. No more school! I decided to stop by the rest of the classes that I wouldn't see today because of the early dismissal at lunch. Mr. Lucas's room first, my history teacher. He was even older than Ms. Lewis. Some even thought they were hooking up. "Eating this is gonna give me a heart attack, kid!" he whistled. He was gangly, loose skin, probably fought in WW2. But in the state that I was in, I would have taken Jabba the Hutt's cock at this point. I happened to bump into my Spanish and Art teacher outside the teacher's lounge. Ms. Ensalada and Ms. Rodriguez. I quickly handed them their popcorn balls and wished them a Merry Christmas. I jogged over to Coach George's room, ready to see him one more time before the break. I could feel my erection grinding against my fly as I got closer to his classroom. I rounded the corner of the 300 building to find room 311. "No." Lights were off. I stepped up to the door, pulled on the handle. Locked. I sighed in disappointment. I pressed against the glass to see if I could see any moving shadows. Even gave a couple of knocks A student walked by to see me pressing against the door. "He left already," was all he said. "Yeah, I can fuckin' see that," I snapped. "Whoa. Chill man," the boy said and walked quickly away from me. My brain was filled with images of my naked science teacher. His cock swinging between his thick legs. All I could do was imagine that dick slipping away from me. I stormed off; a raging erection stifled in my pants. I started toward the gym, hopeful that Coach Scott would still be there. * When I got to the gym, several students were playing basketball, likely still waiting for their parents to show up. I quickly made my way to Coach's office, my boner twitching in my jeans. Empty. "No," I whispered. Did he leave school early for the winter break? He can't not be here. I looked around in his office for some sign that he might still be working, but everything looked pretty organized. I went and sat in one of Coach's chairs to wait for a little bit. I checked the clock. Still only 11:50. I opened the shoebox and took one of the two remaining popcorn balls and started unwrapping one. I remember how my mother always made these and we'd decorate the Christmas tree with them. This year we just had a small stand-up tree. It didn't feel like Christmas at home at all. On the outside though, my mother hired a team of people to make sure that there were lights on every inch of rain gutter, on every tree branch. Anyone driving by would see that the Smalls household was the most festive in the neighborhood. I picked apart the popcorn ball, getting rid of the green-dyed pieces. I never liked the green popcorn. Reminded me of vegetables. I liked to pretend like the red pieces of popcorn were cherry flavored. I sighed in defeat. This isn't how I wanted today to go at all. "Am in trouble?" a familiar voice behind me said. I twisted around to see Coach Scott, adorned in his usual pair of tinted sunglasses, looking like he just came from the beach even though it was winter. I tossed the shoebox to the side and jumped to my feet. Coach Scott swung the door closed and held out his arms for me as though he'd been planning this all day. I ran into his chest, knocking him back slightly. Coach picked me up and held me against him for a moment, spinning me around in his office laughing softly. I took in a deep breath, taking in his musky aroma. "Aww, you missed me?" Coach asked, running his hands around my ass. "Hungh," I whimpered, as tears filled my eyes. "Yes. I missed you," I whined, as I wrapped my legs around my coach's torso, feeling his warmth against mine. I moved my head off his shoulder and brought my lips to his. We kissed each other in fast pecking motions before quickly finding our rhythm. Coach slid his tongue into my mouth, pressing his face against mine, slowly fucking my throat with his tongue. My eyes fluttered at the sensation, as though I was experiencing my first kiss all over again. Coach Scott tenderly sat me down on his desk, still making out with me. "Hmmm," I moaned. Coach pulled away from me, taking off his sunglasses. "It's really you," I sighed, happily. "Of course it's me," he smirked. He reached into his warmup pants and pulled out his massive cock. My eyes widened excitedly. He tapped it against my chin. "Oh, god," I huffed. "Oh, god Coach," I whined, taking his dick into my hands. I nuzzled his shaft against my cheeks. "F-fuck," I moaned. "C-coach, I...I want..." I began babbling. "C-cum...Coach...fuck...suck..." "Hey," he said soothingly. "It's okay." He kneeled down, looking me in the eye. "I'm all yours." My lips quivered unsure of what to say. I was overwhelmed with the potential sex I was about to have, I didn't know what to do first. Did I want him to skull-fuck me, filling up my stomach with his cum? Did I want him to plow me to high heaven? "Sebastian? You okay?" he asked. "Y-yeah," I said shaking my head. "Just a little," I took a deep breath. "Just a little horny, heh." "I bet," he said running his hands along my thighs. "Can I see that hole real quick?" he asked with the same tone as a dentist asking to check a molar. "Yeah," I said deviously. Within seconds I scooted back on Coach's desk, shimmying out of my jeans. I spun around my knees firmly planted, my feet hanging off the edge of Coach's desk. "Hmmmm, look at that," he said, tapping his fingers on my asshole. I looked over my shoulder to see my Coach's grin. I watched as he proudly gazed at my winking hole like an artist admiring his work. I glanced up and realized, Coach hadn't even shut the door when he came in. Anyone could have seen us, but I didn't care. I'd earned this moment. "Just how I remembered it. So perfect," he marveled. "Oh, Coach," I whimpered. "I want you to fuck me so badly," I said wagging my ass in his face. "I need your cock, Coach." "Yeah? You want this?" He stood up and smacked his dick against my hole, sending chills throughout my whole body. My joints began to shake with anticipation. Coach ran the length of his dick along my hole. "Mmmmm, fuck yeah, Smalls." Suddenly, a rush of footsteps clattered outside the locker room. With perfect timing, Coach shoved his hard on back into his pants, and I yanked my jeans back around my waist. "What're you kids doing down here?" Coach Scott called out. "Forgot my backpack!" "He forgot his backpack!" "Backpack!" A chorus mish-mashed voices replied. "Well, hurry up! I'm about to lockdown for the day," he said impatiently. Coach and I just stared at each other waiting for the rest of the students to leave. Coach sighed, looking into my eyes with apparent hunger. I stared back at him with agonizing yearning. "Fuck me," I mouthed. "I want you to fuck. Me." "Fuck you with my big cock," he mouthed back. "Cock." He grinned. "You love my cock, don't you?" he said out loud. "Don't you little boy?" "Yeah, Coach," I said out loud with a smile. "I love your big dick." I reached forward and pawed at Coach's obvious erection. "Bye, Coach!" the rustle of students announced. "Merry Christmas!" Coach said, still looking at me, with mischief in his eyes. Coach turned away and checked to see if the locker room was finally empty. "Coast's clear," he said, and with a snarled lip he came over and picked me up again, my ass resting in his hands, my legs wrapped his sturdy waist. He brought his lips to mine, filling my lungs with his hot breath as he kissed me. His hand slipped into my jeans, his pointer finger circling and prodding my hole. "Hmmph," I whimpered. He curled his biceps, playfully making me bounce on his finger as he began to tickle my prostate. He giggled softly as my eyes rolled in my head from pleasure. He pulled his lips away from me. "What time are you gettin' picked up?" he asked. "I told my mom 4:00," I said with a smirk. "Hooo, you beautiful angel," he said as though very thought of us having hours together could make him cum. He continued to kiss my lips, my ears, my neck, spoiling me with his warm tongue. "Hey, I have an idea," he said. "Huh," I asked, my head spinning still. "Why don't we get outta here, and go to my house?" he asked, his finger continuing to circle inside of me. "Y-your house?" "Yeah. Wife's outta town. We'll have the whole house to ourselves." I'd never been brought home with a guy before. Not since Daddy tried to keep me with him, months ago. "I'll have you back by four," he said. "Hopefully," he added with a wink. I laughed somewhat nervously. "Yeah, I could get in big trouble. My mom's been on my case ever since, well..." "I get ya. I'll get ya back in time, don't worry. Only if you want to, that is," he said. He stared longingly into my eyes, holding me like a hero after saving his damsel. My heart melted. I would do anything for him. "Of course, Coach." "Alright, then. Let's go," he said smiling, carrying me out of his office. * I was surprised to see how close to the school Coach Scott lived. We barely had time for conversation, and Coach Scott seemed so at ease. Not nervous at all about bringing home one of his students, as if he'd done this many times before. The neighborhood was filled with big brick houses, almost all two stories. As he took each turn through the neighborhood, I kept expecting him to pull into any of the paved driveways. Finally, he pressed a remote control and one of the garages began to slowly open. His house blended in with the rest. Coach turned into one of the cookie cutter homes, and as we pulled into his garage we were enveloped in darkness. "Home sweet home," Coach said putting the car into park and shutting it off. I sat in silence as he pressed the garage remote again. Neither of us moved as the garage door slowly shut. Once the hum of the motor completely stopped, Coach Scott gave me smirk as he opened his door. I followed suit. The smell of garden fertilizer and lawnmower filled my nostrils. For some reason my heart was racing with anxiety. Of all the times I had sex, I felt like I was in control of what happened and where I was--my house, my dad's apartment, or any of the many public places. This time I was brought to someone's house with the specific intention being that they wanted to have sex with me. I trusted Coach Scott, there was no reason for me not to. It was just different. I didn't know what to expect. "You sure we're alone?" I said in a low voice. Rather than answering, Coach swung open a door. "Honey! I'm home!" he called inside. No response. "I brought company!" he called again. Silence. He looked my way and gave me a reassuring smile. I followed him inside, immediately greeted by a spacious kitchen. My eyes darted to each detail. Spotless countertops, a busy fridge covered in family photos and reminder messages (DON'T FORGET TO EMPTY DISHWASHER. LOVE YOU XO), flowers on the island counter, a kitschy "Home Is Where The Heart Is" needlepoint on the wall. I understood that this was Coach Scott's house, but it was incredibly clear that it was also someone else's. Someone he was married to. I thought of all the men that had fucked me and considered the very same kitchens curated by their wives. Details that they buffed into every corner with love and care. Part of me was exhilarated by the thought they could so easily toss it away for the simple taste of my boyhood, and another pitied them and their naive ignorance. "Need anything to drink or eat?" Coach Scott asked, tossing his keys on the counter. I stepped up to a framed photo of Coach Scott and his family. He looked a few years younger and maybe ten pounds lighter, wearing a casual sweater, a forced smile, somewhat dead behind the eyes. To his side was his wife. Curly-haired, a foot shorter than him, her head cocked giving a bright smile, with dark red lipstick. Surrounding them were two gorgeous girls, likely in their twenties, blonde highlights streaking their hair. Suddenly I felt Coach's hands on my shoulders, his lips on my neck. "You okay?" he asked. I melted at the sensation of Coach's touch, but I tried to keep my strength. "Y-your family," I said. "Mmmm," he responded. "D-don't you feel...I don't know...'bad' being with me like this? What about your family?" I asked. Coach gave me a final kiss on my neck and then turned me around to face him. Coach brought his lips to mine, kissing me deeply. My eyes fluttered; my skin felt like it shimmered with pleasure. Coach Scott put a hand on the small of my back and pulled me close to him, his waist pressing against my stomach. He either answered my question or avoided it. I couldn't tell. Coach pulled away and took my hands in his. "I don't know," he finally answered. "I can't say I feel bad. I also can't say I feel good. I just feel what I feel," he shrugged. He guided my hands to his crotch. His cock bulged and twitched in his warm-up pants. "What do you feel?" He moved my fingers up and down the length of his cock. My heart pounded in my chest. I needed it. And I needed it now. "I feel like we're wasting time standing here," I said with a smile. "That's my boy," he said with a rumble in his throat before bringing his lips to mine once again. Kissing me more hungrily this time. I whimpered and moaned as our tongues wrestled with one another. My teeth nibbled on his bottom lip, his nose bore into my cheek, our hands sliding across each other's bodies, unsure of what to grope. Coach picked me up, keeping his lips stuck to mine and carried me through his house. I did my best to take stock of where I was, but the man who had me in his arms was all I could keep my focus on. He turned and bumped his shoulder into a door, bringing me to a bedroom. With a few steps, Coach Scott tossed me onto a large king-sized bed. I bounced against the soft mattress and admired my Coach who was wasting no time getting naked before me. I did the same shimmying off my pants and taking off my shirt. Coach's naked body was just as delectable as I remembered it. His tough and tight chest, his muscular arms, round stomach, thick thighs, and a heavy swinging uncut dick between his legs. I licked my lips excitedly. Coach Scott crawled into his bed with me, his warm body resting against mine. "Hmmmm," he smiled resting on his arm. His hand stroking me from my neck to my waist. His lips came to mine again, causing me to melt into a puddle. His hand eventually ventured to my briefs, groping my erection. "Mmmph," I groaned into Coach's mouth as he kept making out with me. His hand reached into the leg of my briefs and fished out my cock causing it to spring awkwardly outside of my underwear. One by one my balls drooped out of my briefs. "Hmm, fuck yeah," Coach said, his voice taking on a rasp that was irresistible. He rolled over so that he was on top of me, grinding his hips against mine. His hands weaved into my messy hair, pressing my face harder against his. My thighs instinctively clutched Coach Scott's hips as our dicks rubbed against each other. Precum seeped from my cock, causing our movements to become slick. "Hmmmph, hooo, mmmm," Coach hummed as his mouth bit, sucked, kissed, licked my skin with feverish pace. "Hooo, yeah," he said pulling himself up to his knees. I gazed into his eyes, smiling. "Can't believe I got my favorite boy in my bed," he said, running his hands through his silver hair. He slapped his glistening cock against mine, a couple of drops his precum speckled my stomach. "You want this dick, Smalls?" he said licking his lips, taking his cock in his hand and pointing it at me like it was a candy bar. His face twisted and his brow furrowed, as though he were modelling for me. "Fuck yeah, Coach," I said, leaning forward, getting up close to it. "You missed it, huh?" he asked, pressing the palm of his hand against my forehead, keeping me at an inch's distance from it. "Yeah," I whispered, my eyes crossing as I focused on the beautiful tip of my coach's cock, barely peeking out of a soft layer of foreskin. Coach peeled back the skin revealing the glistening head. I pressed forward trying to take it into my mouth, but Coach's strength was too great in keeping me just out of reach, teasing me. "You missed my fuckin' meat, huh, Smalls," he taunted, wagging his hips, letting his cock swing back and forth, just barely touching my nose. "God, yeah, Coach," I whined. "Missed it so much." Coach took my chin in his hand, pulling my focus to his face. He looked crazed with lust. Taking two fingers, he pulled open my jaw. As though with muscle memory, I began deep throating his index and middle fingers. "Yeah, you missed it," he said with a sneer. "I can see it in your eyes. You dreamed about this penis, huh?" I nodded my head slightly as Coach pulled on my cheeks. His hand manipulated my face like it was clay. Coach brought his dick against my head, slowly humping the outside of my skull. "And you haven't had any other penises other than mine, right?" he asked. My heart skipped a beat slightly nervous. "No other dirty men have dumped their loads into my beautiful boy's ass?" he asked sweetly. I looked up at him with confusion and fear. "Anngh," I managed to grunt, Coach's fingers still lodged in my mouth. "Awww," he cooed. "My little slutty boy," he said sweetly. "It's okay." "Hmmmph," I whimpered, grinding my hips impatiently against Coach's bed. "I know a-a-all about Coach George," he said continuing to run the length of his dick against my face. "Mr. Sands, Mr. McCook," he continued to list. "Pretty sure you fucked one of the dad's at a swim meet real quick, too," he remarked. He slowly painted my quivering lips with the tip of his dick. "But it's okay. I know it's hard for slutty Sebastian Smalls to not go a whole hour without having a hot piece of meat inside of you." "Waaagh," I managed to blubber, Coach softly tickling the back of my eager throat with his fingers. "All those times you told me 'No, Coach, we can't. I have to focus on school,' you were really focusing on any cock you could find. Isn't that right?" he probed, as though he were trying to find out who took the last cookie from the cookie jar. And he could see the chocolate on my face. "Mmmmph," I whined. I reached a hand toward the base of Coach's dick, but before I could get too close, he pulled his fingers from my throat, and snatched my hand, grabbing my by the wrist. "Errrgh!" I struggled. "Ah-ah-ah," he chided. "No penis until you tell me the truth." By now I was becoming furious. I knew that he was fucking Cole behind my back whenever I wasn't available or swimming my best. I spat in my Coach's face, right above the lips. "Ahhh, hahaha," he laughed, flicking out his tongue and sucking up my saliva between his teeth, with a sharp hiss. In response, the hand had pressed against my forehead jolted to my cheeks, squeezing them together, pulling me toward him. I could see his lips tightening up, ready to hock his own loogie at me. I instinctively flicked out my tongue, ready to accept. A sharp spat echoed through his bedroom, and his mucusy foam hit my tongue. I gratefully took it into my mouth. Coach leaned forward licking my deformed lips, running his tongue along my teeth before spitting at me again. I gulped his foamy spit down, before opening my mouth again ready for anything my coach wanted to feed me. "What's it gonna be, Smalls?" he asked, his breath hot on my face. "You wanna tell me about all the dick you've been getting. All the wasted loads I've spent without you while you're out getting dicked down?" I smacked my lips. "Mr. McCook," I mumbled. "He's crazy about me." I began listing any main players I could think of: "Mr. Sands, Coach George, my neighbor across the street, a couple of movers that were at our house, Dr. Amar, which you know..." I continued. One person I refused to share with him was my dad. My dad was the most special person in my life. Coach Scott, especially for the crazy way he was able to make me feel, was a close second. As I continued speaking, Coach's dick never got softer, he never looked upset. He just peacefully absorbed. "Hot damn, Smalls," he said with a smirk. "You're the town whore, aren't you?" "Guess so," I said, feeling no shame. "Hmph," he said relaxing a bit. "Kinda sexy," he remarked. "And good to know. That you're so adventurous, I mean." Some silence passed. "So, you're not mad at me?" I asked. Coach still was keeping me from reaching his dick. He let my hand go, and I instantly brought it to his cock, slowly tugging on it. Just holding his meat in my hand was working me up, my prick twitching at my waist, dripping precum on his bedspread. "Not mad, no. However," he said, hoisting his hands under my arms, bringing me to my knees, so that I was eye-to-eye with him. "What if you had to pick one?" he asked. "Pick one?" "One cock," he explained. "One cock to be yours, and no others." Easy, my dad's, I thought, but I knew what I had to say. "Yours," I said quickly. I looked at Coach, and he didn't seem convinced. "I need you to prove it to me," he said. "Prove to me that if you had to, you'd pick mine." This was ridiculous, I thought. But I knew my coach. He loved the idea of feeling special, powerful, and in control. "That you would pick me." Coach brought his hands to my head, and averted my gaze to his chest, and then brought my face to his left nipple. His pec twitched as he held me in place. "Tell me that you would pick me." "I-I'd pick you," I grunted, struggling slightly. "No. Look at that nipple. Look at my fucking nipple, Smalls," he demanded. "I-I am, I am," I winced. "Tell my nipple that you would suck on it. If you had a room full of guys, their chests out, their fuckin' nipples in your face, you'd come to mine first, and suck on it for as long as I needed you to." He was being so strangely specific. "Say, 'Nipple,'" he said. "N-Nipple?" I felt silly. "Tell it. Tell my nipple," he said. "N-Nipple, if I had to suck on anyone's nipple, I would pick yours," I said awkwardly. "Tell my nipple you love it," he demanded. "I-I love you nipple," I said. When I said it, he brought my face to his nipple, smearing my face against it. I opened my mouth and took the nub into my mouth, chewing and sucking on it like I knew Coach wanted me to. He brought my face away and lifted up his arm and brought my eyes to his armpit. "What about my armpit?" he asked. "E-Enngh...A-armpit. I-If I had to...If I had to breath anyone's armpit smell...I would pick y-yours. I love you...Armpit." Coach then shoved my face into his pits, sweat streaking my forehead and nose, a twinge of salt stinging my tongue. Coach then dropped to his knees, scowling at me, my cock inches from his face. "My mouth?" he said. His warm breath rolling along my aching boner. "Hunngh...y-your m-mouth? Your mouth...it--" Coach brought his lips to the tip of my cock, tenderly kissing the precum off of it. "Ha-haaa...y-your mouth gives me...makes me feel so amazing..." Coach then swallowed my cock whole with ease. "Ahhhhh...it..." Coach began ruthlessly sucking me off, my waist bouncing against his nose. "Unngh...UNGH...UNNGHHH!" I cried as Coach whipped me through instant pleasure, bringing me close to cumming. He ripped his mouth away from my cock, leaving it to spring in the open air. "Haaa...haaaa...." I sighed weakly. "I love you, M-mouth. Coach jumped to his feet again, his dick slapping me softly in the face. "Ungh...C-Cock..." "That's right. Don't forget about Cock. Tell my cock e-e-e-verything you can remember about all the fun times you both have had." I gazed in a stupor at my coach's swinging meat, unable to decide what I wanted to do with it. In whatever battle this was we were having, there was a clear winner: Coach Scott. "Cock...I...I don't e-even know where to start. From the first time I tasted you, my whole world changed. I never knew anything could taste so perfect. I remember my first time meeting you, at the swimming pool. I was so nervous. But from the moment I put you up to my mouth, I knew we would be best of friends. C-cock...When I have you in my mouth, I feel full and happy. Cock, when I'm holding you I feel safe. Hmph..." I could feel my dick springing against my thigh, still constricted by my underwear. This bizarre speech was no longer an obligation. It was the honest truth. Whether it be Coach's dick, dad's dick, or the mailman's dick, it was an ode to dicks across the world. "A-and when you're deep inside of me...I feel like I-I'm...I feel like I'm...hunnghhh," I moaned. Coach's dick drooled a beautiful bead of precum. "H-haa..." I marveled at it as it trickled down Coach's beautiful shaft. "I feel like I'm in heaven," I said emotionally. "I love you, Cock," I said, with my whole and honest heart. "I love you, Cock," I said again, beginning to chant steadily. "I love you, Cock. I love you, Cock. I love you, Cock. I love you, Cock. I love you, Cock. I love you, Cock." "Hmmmm." Coach rumbled, stepping slightly closer, letting his dick rest against my face. "I love you, Cock. I love you, Cock. I love you, Cock." "That's right," Coach said softly, resting the tip of his penis on my lips. "I love you, Cock. I love you, Cock. I love you, Cock." "Mmm, yeah. Cock loves you, too boy," he said soothingly. "I love you, Cock." "You want it now? You think you've earned it?" "I love you, Cock." "Hmph," Coach laughed proudly. "I love you, Cock." Coach brought his fingers to my mouth once again, pulling down my jaw. "Ah yah yah, Cah," I continued my mindless babble. "Y-e-e-ah," Coach hissed. He lifted his dick a bit higher so that the tip rested on my bottom teeth, bouncing with my continued chant. "Ah ah ah, Cah," I said, looking into my coach's eyes. He looked at me like a father watching his baby learning to crawl. "Ahh, my precious, special Sebastian Smalls," he sighed. "I'm so lucky to have you," he said with a smile. "Ah...ah...Cah...Cah," I said. "Cock? Cock time?" Coach asked, my mouth still held open. "Cah," is all could say. "Sebastian wants cock?" "Cah..." I whined. "Hmmm...okay," he shrugged, and with a swift push of his hips, the entirety of Coach's dick was in my mouth and down my throat. "HOWMMMP" I gobbled down Coach's meat as though it were nothing, feeling the warm and steady trickle of precum slide down my throat. As though I were a bird finally released from a cage, my body went into an automatic and mechanical worshiping of Coach Scott's dick. "OWMmmmm...hmmmm....howmmm...rrrgn..." I looked up at Coach and noticed he looked at me more like he was assessing me and my performance, than enjoying himself. "Tha-a-a-t's it. That's the horny little Smalls I know. Suck it ni-i-ice and good," he sang with the tone of someone helping a person parallel park. "MMmmlorrmmm...hmmmm...nrrrg." The noises that came from my mouth became less like a boy enjoying a cock, and more like an animal devouring its meal. Snorts rattled from deep in my throat as I sank up and down on my coach's thick cock. "Hmmm, that's nice." Coach Scott brought his hands to the back of my head, causing me to freeze in place. Coach started thrusting his hips at a much quicker pace than I'd been able to keep. Even for my skills, the force and speed at which Coach plowed his meat down my throat was becoming too much. Tears streamed from my eyes as I began to drown in Coach's dick, but once I had him in me, I couldn't let him go. "Hooo, yeah, take my fuckin' shaft," Coach snarled, snagging his hands in my hair, as he pulled my head toward him with each powerful thrust. "GMMPH...HMMPH," I gagged, spit spewing from the corners of my mouth, out my nose, my vision began to blur. "PPPTHM...GURRMPH!" Coach Scott was pushing me to my limits, and despite my total inhibitions to keep me from stopping him, there was only so much I could take. I started to tap his thigh, letting him know that I needed air. "Aww," Coach said sweetly before tossing me off of his dick. I fell to the mattress, my limbs splayed in exhaustion. I took a couple deep breaths before coughing. "I thought you said you loved my cock," he taunted. I got back on my hands and knees and crawled toward Coach's spit-soaked dick. "I love you, Cock," I said licking my lips. "I'm sorry I spit you out." I took Coach's dick back in my hand and nurtured it with my tongue. "Flip on your back," Coach Scott instructed. I did as I was told, still holding Coach's cock in my hands. "Hang your head off the edge." Coach guided me with his hands and held me where he wanted me. "Open up. Open up that throat." I watched as Coach stepped over me, sliding his cock without restraint into my mouth once again. "HaaaOOWMP," I moaned, thankfully taking in Coach's meat. "Ahhh, that's it. Open up. Take it nice and slow." He leaned over and rested his arms on the bed, letting his weight press into me. I craned my neck, trying my best to suck him off. Coach Scott's lips ran along my naked torso, taking this euphoria of my expert cock-sucking ability, and soaking in the smell and taste of my lithe body. "Look at that body," he sighed. "All those drills are paying off, kid." He smacked my abs, as he straightened himself back up. "Mmmmph....hmmmph," I whimpered as Coach started to thrust his meat in and out of me. Every few thrusts he would hold himself all the way at the base for what I counted had to have been around ten seconds before pulling out. A net of mucusy spit stretched between my lips and Coach's cock. After a five second break, Coach would park himself back in my throat once again. "Hummmmph....hmmmph...rmmmph," I growled, hungrily devouring Coach's dick. I could see he was training me to get better at sucking dick. Training that I never knew I needed, but apparently I did. Coach's fingers began tweezing my nipples as my throat continued to be ravaged by a battering ram of dick. He knew how to drive me crazy, and I could feel my dick twitching with eager excitement. "Ready for me to go harder?" he asked. "I wanna see you cum just from sucking my dick." he said, continuing to squat and thrust his dick down my throat. "Hmmmph...hmmmph..." Coach yanked his dick from my mouth. "Ahhhh...nngh...yeah Coach. I...I love it...f-f-fuck the cum out of me..." "Good answer," he said with an excited laugh, smacking my abs once again. He scooped his hips and without resistance, Coach's cock plunged down my throat. "Alright...let's see it," he said picking up the place, his balls dragging across my eyes and nose. His fingers clamped my nipples. "C'mon, pretty little Sebastian," he encouraged. "If you really love my cock, you'll cum for me." "Mmmmmmph....hmmmph," I whined. Coach's thumb and index finger continued to crush my nipples, sending my brain into overdrive. Without thinking, my hips began to squirm on his bed. My vision became a strobing and confusing flash of colored light, coach's peach-colored nuts, his pleasure twisted face. Coach's sweet and tangy precum began to coat my tongue. "Nnngh, boy, you better cum soon. I wanna see you bust your fucking load," he said wildly. "Show me that you really love my cock," he said again, reminding me that this was a test as much as it was something we'd both been wanting for weeks. As coach began fucking my throat more forcefully, I could feel a tightness around the base of my prick. "HMMMMPH. MMMMMMMPH!" I squealed; my voice muffled by my coach's cock. I scooped my neck more reflexively, making sure to catch every movement that Coach Scott made, to experience the tip of his firm cock raking the very back of my throat. My back began to arch, and my stomach began to tighten. "Yeahhhhh...yeah, cum for me. Show me all that fuckin' cum." It wasn't surprising that Coach Scott could read my body and tell that I was able to cum. He knew these parts of me almost as good as my own dad. My hips began to jolt and gyrate out of my control. Electricity surged at my lower back. My vision continued to flutter in and out of reality. "Hm...gmmph...mmmm," my body flattened and resigned to Coach's fervent thrusting as I felt cum surge out of my cock, one rope after another. "YEAAAAAH! FUCK yeah. Loogit that fuckin' load. Fuckin'A. Fuckin' the cum out of you from your fuck'n throat. Nnngh...yeah...fuggin'...fuggin hot...fuck...FUCK!" Coach continued slamming his hips against my skull until finally--- "RRRRRRRUUUUUAAAAAGH!" his hips trembled as my mouth began to fill with tablespoon after tablespoon of jizz. "MMPH...MMMMPHH-UUCK!" Coach's hands slammed against my torso, his fingers dragging along the length of my chest. He leaned forward and began lapping up my warm cum off of my chest and stomach, slowly continuing to pump hot cum down my throat and into my stomach. I sucked it down like it was the first and last meal I'd ever have. Finally, Coach Scott began to slowly retract his twitching meat from my mouth, his hands dripping with my cum. "Haangh..." he hissed. I lifted my neck up to see him better. With his dripping hands, he drizzled my own seed on to my face. I held my mouth open for any cum I might manage to catch. Coach Scott opened his mouth slightly letting a mouthful of my cum dump onto my face. Coach squatted down and consumed any of the deposited jizz he could. "Rrrrrgh," he grunted, taking my cheeks in his hand, kissing me deeply. "Hmmph," I whimpered as I feel entranced by Coach's kiss. He pulled away and got to his feet again. "How was that?" he asked, smacking his lips, rocking from foot-to-foot kind of like a boxer before they're about to step into the ring. "Ha...C-Coach, it was...the best," I said breathlessly. I glanced to my right to check the time--1:24. Still had a couple of hours or so to play until we had to leave. "Need a break?" he asked. "H-huh?" I asked, somewhat confused. I was prepared for a marathon, not a sprint. "Need to stop and rest?" he asked again. "Why would I wanna do that?" I asked, genuinely puzzled, rolling onto my stomach. "Oh-ho-hooo," Coach smiled doing a couple of quick arm and leg stretches. He wiped his slightly sweaty face "Such a good answer," he said before bounding over to me. He took his hand at my neck and forced me onto my back. Coach kept his hand lightly on my throat as he made out with me. The other stroked torso, grabbed my erection, swatted my thigh. "Hrmm," he grunted wildly. His hands traveled below my balls; his fingers began slipping themselves into my hole. "Mmmmph," I whined, as my coach kept making out with me. He pulled away, looking deep into my eyes. I scooted closer to him, my warm breath starting to quicken. Coach had to know that a dick in my ass was the quickest way to get me to lose myself to pleasure. Coach circled a finger around my asshole, causing my breath to shudder against him. "Hole's still tight as ever," Coach remarked. "Y-yeah," I said, quivering in his arms. "So you haven't been fucked in a while huh?" Coach asked. At this point I was sure that he could tell an asshole that had recently been fucked, and one that hadn't. That he had years of experience, based on how he was handling me. "Uh-uh," was all I could say. "So I should go easy on you, right?" he asked. I knew the answers I was supposed to give. The correct ones if I wanted Coach Scott to keep considering me to be a top tier fuck boy. Cole, I knew by now, could not compare to me. I chose my words carefully. "Well," I said shrugging. "Maybe if you wet me up down there first?" "Yeah?" he said excitedly, licking his lips. "Yeah, I think having your tongue in me will help." "Ho, yeah. Gonna taste your sweet hole and make your boy pussy nice and wet for me?" he said with a helpless whine. "Y-yeah, Coach Scott," I said lifting my legs for him. "But...but then I'm fuck you to kingdom cum, right?" he asked. With that question, my brain surged back to the dreams I've been having of my hellish kingdom. The one from my dreams. My army of demon slaves laying broken-minded before me. Specifically, I saw a demon that resembled Coach Scott. His same body type--square-shouldered, powerful arms, a heavy stomach, and a girthy, uncut cock. However, a blanket of wiry hair blanket him. He laid barely motionless, his head beneath my clawed foot, only the whites of his eyes showing. An endless stream of cum flowed from his cock, spilling onto the jagged floors of my chambers. My vision flickered back to Coach Scott, standing before me in all his glory, looking as though he was ready to pounce upon me. "No," I said with a level of stoicism. "I want you to fuck me to hell and back." I smiled at him reassuredly. Coach Scott chuckled and then launched himself onto the foot of the bed his naked body engulfing mine. I giggled slightly as my body bounced upon the mattress, Coach Scott's lips latching themselves onto mine once again. His hands travelled south of my waist, gripping and playing with my dick. "Flip over," Coach instructed. His powerful hands smacked the right side of my hips and forced my body to spin so that I was on my stomach. I gyrated my hips seductively, ready for whatever Coach Scott wanted to do to me. I arched my back slightly and reached back and pulled apart my ass cheeks, showing my coach the hole that I knew he so desperately wanted. "Look. At. That." Coach slammed his hands onto my ass, squeezing my butt. I craned my neck and watched as he marveled at my hole opening and closing for him. "Fffuck yeah," he grunted. I watched him as he let a helping of spit fall from his mouth and land bullseye on my winking hole. He licked his lips and then with little hesitation, dove head-first into my ass. "ANGH!" I yelped, feeling the ridges of his face, his forehead, his lips, and his tongue all at once. "HrrrrMMMMM!" he growled, burrowing his mouth into my asshole. "Hunngh...hunnngh," I whined, clutching Coach's bedspread. I perked my ass up even more slightly, feeling our equal forces pressing against one another. Coach's tongue began to spiral inside of me, reaching as far as it could go, sending my brain into a complete haze. "Unngnh...hooo god...Coach...you're in me so deep," I whimpered. "Harrom...herrrmm...nyroom..." he munched more forcefully on my asshole, sucking and smacking on it, smearing his face on it. I felt a sharp lip smack on my hole before hearing my Coach's voice again. "Y'like it, Smalls?" he asked kneading his hands into my ass. "Y'like that Slutty Sebastian Smalls? Hehehe!" he chuckled with rasp in his throat. "Nnngh, yeah, Coach, don't stop. Don't stop," I whined. My body was in complete overload, each touch to my skin was sensitive, almost like being tickled, but I had to have more. "Hmmm, why don't you show me how much you like it," he said before shoving me by my ass so that I fell toward the top of the bed. I looked behind me to see my swim coach crawling toward me, a smirk on his face. He smacked his hand against my left hip, signaling me to twist around again. He crawled on top of me, teeth biting me bottom lip, playing with and twisting my nipples. "Sit on my fuckin' face," he said gruffly. "Wanna feel you completely on top of me," he demanded. I immediately adjusted myself to my knees, and Coach Scott, without missing a bit slid under me, his tongue slacked out of his mouth, eagerly awaiting the taste of my hole. I propped my arms upon Coach Scott and his wives' headboard and carefully lowered myself, planting my asshole on my Coach's mouth. His lips and tongue instantly went to work. "Hanngh...unnngh!" I yelped, the freeing sensation of being tasted from below caused an excited electricity to splay across my chest. "Mlowmmm...hmmm..." Coach rumbled beneath me. I looked ahead and admired Coach's thick and tan thighs flexing and pulsating as his mouth and lips danced upon my hole. His toes curling and clenching. His hard-on lurching on and off of his navel. I wanted nothing more than to fall forward, letting my skull get impaled by his dick, but instead, I let my hips sink open Coach's face, gyrating in small circles against the force of his wet mouth. "Nnngh, god, Coach. Yer making me feel so good," I huffed. "Hmmmm...yum num...hmmm...yumm," he grunted as he continued to chow down on a full meal of my ass. I watched as Coach's cock spritzed tiny samples of precum, a trail of fluid streaking his hips. I couldn't resist watching all of that precious liquid leak away. I let myself fall forward onto my hands and knees, my mouth instantly drawn to Coach's precum, sweet and savory. Coach crunched his stomach forward and brought himself to a 90-degree angle and began savoring my hole as he leaned against the back of his headboard, taking in my honeypot as though he were a buddy watching the big game, and I was his thing to snack on. "Howm...howm...yowmp...mmmmm..." he said, providing me feedback on his meal. In the meantime, I took in my own meal. I peeled back Coach's foreskin, snacking on all the cum from before. Once I'd completely cleaned his shaft, I dove down on Coach's dick, letting the tip of his head punch against the back of my throat. With relative ease, I rose up and down on Coach's cock with even more urgency before, especially with the sensation of Coach Scott's warm tongue pounding my hole. "Fwooo...sh-mmmm..." Coach rumbled as he continued burying himself in between my cheeks. "Mmm-aahhh!" he said giving himself some air. "Rrr-yeahhh...fuckin' suck my cock, Smalls. Yer the only one who can do it right," he encouraged. "Yer the only one who can make me come this way," he snarled. "Hmmm...yorrm...hummm..." I gargled against the thick meat that was lodged in my throat. I continued to stroke my Coach's dick, and then used both of my hands to press against the base of his balls to stuff as much of his meat as I could in me. "Hoooo....holy shit...holy fuck..." Coach said as he thrusted his hips forward, sending his cock even further down my throat. I could feel myself losing air, but instead of struggle, I let my airways be blocked by my Coach's thick dick. "Ho...fuck...fuck...FUCK...I...I fuckin' love it when you do that..." Coach's hips bounced a few more times before I could feel his cock swelling between the sides of my tonsils. "Fugg...guh...come again...gonna cum agaaaaIINNNNGH!" Coach Scott had a beautiful orgasm voice. Once of my favorites. It was so different from his regular voice that he used with the swim team. Ordering us to do laps, drills in the gym, or even telling me change my position so that he can use my body better. It was the sound of a man relinquished of all that he had to hold in. This person of authority, one of the most respected staff members at school--even he couldn't restrain himself from letting out the soprano squeal of an orgasmic yelp. "Hannh! ERRRNGH! Y-Y-YESSSS!" he said as his hands reached for my head to push me further down his shaft. I gulped down each helping of cum, unfortunately less fruitful than the first time he'd came eariler. But nonetheless, it was a helping that would sustain me. I took one long last drag of Coach Scott's cock, ensuring that no cum went to waste. "Mmmm," I moaned, licking my lips. "Hrrngh," I heard Coach Scott rattling. His fists pounding into the mattress. "ROOARGH!" he barked; his body continued to thrust despite the fact that I knew his orgasm was over. "Get on yer fuggin' back," he said, his speech slurred. I quickly did as I was told, shimmying onto my back. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me even further toward him. My back rested against his stomach and chest. my legs fully splayed in the air. As he adjusted me, my cock dangled closer and closer to my face. "Hungh!" I squeaked, my body bending in a way that I hadn't felt before. I looked up at Coach Scott, who rather than looking at me, was looking deeply into the asshole that was sat before him like an ice cream sundae. Coach Scott let my legs spread even wider, my thighs resting on his arms. "Bet I can make you cum just from eating you out," he said, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer to him. "Hummmph," I said, my arms spreading out upon Coach's bed. A nearby rustling prompted me to reach toward it, until I felt Coach Scott's hands reach toward mine. With that I felt his face shaking wildly like a dog playing a with a toy, my hole vibrating at the sensation of my coach's movements. "UNNNGH! Rrrrngh!" I said, my cock leaking precum onto my face. "A-lem...lem..." I began licking it up, fearful of wasting a single drop. "Hrrmmmmph," Coach growled, pressing face against my hole even more fervently, treating my asshole like he was in a watermelon eating contest, cramming his face full of my sweaty and spit drenched asshole. "Yarmmph....hmmph...rgbrgbrgbrb," he began shaking his head wildly, making a noise like a motorboat on a lake. "HRRM! YERRM!" He barked while burying himself in my ass. "Hunnngh! Yeah, Coach Scott...HEEENGH!" I moaned. Precum continued to drizzle upon me, and I knew that it only took a couple of perfect touches to make me come. "C'mon...mrrph..." he said, coaching me through this orgasm. "Errrgh...GRRRD....YERRRS....GONNA...HUNNNNNNNNGH!" I whined. Before I could make too much noise, a spritz of cum hit me in the back of the throat as shot after shot of my own jizz surged onto my lips. "Heeggh..." Coach belched as he kept mindlessly headbutting the space between my ass cheeks. "Heh-heeeeeegh," he laughed. "ANGH!" I squeaked, letting the last couple of drops melt down my tongue, and slide into my throat. "Heh-heh," he laughed. "Knew I could do it. Fuckin' slut," he said, peeking over my ass and taunting my face. "Ha...haha..." I managed to laugh breathlessly. My legs flopped to either side of him. I looked up at him as he rested his hands on his hips, giving me a shrug, his cock still knocking against my hole. He gave me a look as if to ask if I was giving up. "Your still...heh...pretty hard, Coach," I managed to say. "Heh...yeah..." he said. His face was dripping wet with his own spit and sweat. He wiped his forearm across his nose. I glanced over at a digital alarm clock--2:25. "We still have an hour, 'til my mother picks me up." Coach Scott looked over at the clock. "Hmmmm," Coach grunted, licking his lips. "Yeah?" "I wanna feel your cock and your hot cum in my ass, Coach," I said with a goofy laugh after. "Yeeeeah," Coach sang out and stroked my thighs. He moved his hands down to my hole, sliding one and then two fingers inside of me. "Ha!" I gasped, feeling Coach Scott twisting and probing his fingers inside of me. "Nngh, feels so good." "Fuck yeah it does," he said before draping his body over me. "Yer so nice and wet for me," he said sliding the length of his dick along my hole, pressing itself between my balls. "Hooo..." I whined excitedly, my thighs clamping down on Coach's thick waist. Coach looked longingly into my eyes as he slowly humped me. His facial expressions began to mirror my own. His eyes going from wild excitement, to brows furrowed with pleasure. His lips pouting sweetly, and then jaw dropping. "Yeahhh," he said sweetly, comforting me. "That feels nice, doesn't it?" He continued slowly rocking back and forth. "Y-yeah, Coach...it feels so--" And as I was speaking, I felt Coach Scott's massive cock begin to slowly enter me. "AH! Annnnngh!" I moaned slowly as I felt him go deeper and deeper, taking his time. "Ahhhh, yeah. So nice and warm. Your ass is a miracle, Smalls," he said softly, his hot breath stinging my eyes. "Ho...hungh...mmmph..." I grunted as Coach drove himself deeper and closer to me. "Mmmm...my cock's missed his ass so much," he said, my eyes growing wider as every inch of him pushed further. "Been so long." Finally, I felt Coach Scott push the final inch of himself inside of me. "GUHHHH!" I bellowed, feeling Coach's dick throb inside of me. Coach planted his lips onto mine as he slowly began to fuck me, each thrust lasting three seconds. Sensually and agonizingly slow. "Hmmmmph," I moaned into Coach's throat. He pressed his forearms against the backs of my legs, bending them so that my knees were by my ears, giving him greater access to the deep recesses of my ass. "Hmmm, yeah, that's it. That's the stuff. Hoooo yeah, boy," Coach said, still pressed against my lips, continuously fucking me. "Mmmph...g-a-a-wd," I whined. My asshole buzzed with pleasure, desperately wanting Coach to fuck me harder, fuck me faster, fuck me without restraint. But this was something else. Feeling Coach's powerful body smothering mine, completely at the whim of his strength. With ease, Coach rolled me into my side, my legs still clamped to his waist. He brought his lips to mine, tenderly kissing me as he continued burying himself into me. Precum pooled at my navel, and with Coach rubbing his stomach against me, the slick movements across my dick were driving me insane. "Ohhh, f-fuck, Coach," I hissed. "F-fuck...it feels so fucking good." "Yeahhhh. Sebastian Smalls you beautiful boy," he growled slightly picking up the pace. He churned his hips a bit, causing his cock to roll and twist inside of me. "Ha...haha..." I said, my vision doubling slightly. "Hmmm," Coach smiled. "That feel good?" he said as he continued gyrating his hips, his dick pressing directly on my prostate. "Heh...heh heh y-yeah," I said, slurring my words. "Y-yer cog...unh...feesgood...k-keep doin..." "Haaaaa," he said with a grin. "Love seeing your eyes go all crossed like that," he commented, still stirring my guts with his dick. "Makes me feel like my fuckin' dick is hitting your brain." "Heh...y-yeah...my b-brain...fuggin...fug..." I continued to drone. Precum was seeping like a leaky faucet out of my prick, continuing to slide against Coach's skin. Lightning struck my brain with each of Coach's movements, working my g-spot in just the right ways. "Fugggg...J-Jesus....ass...my ass..." I said as I instinctively began rhythmically moving my hips along with my Coach's, causing a fire to burn even hotter in my belly. "Oh yeah...you got it...keep on doin' that, Smalls," Coach began to pant. "Mmmmphugg...fuggg..." I sobbed, my face twisting as Coach began to fuck me slightly faster. "Hungh..." My vision began to fade in and out of being able to see Coach's sweaty face, watching me like someone watching a plane land. "Ooooh fuck yeah. Eyes'r goin' white and shit," he said, gaining even more confidence. Coach took his hand to the base of his dick and stirred it in wide circles. "HAAAANGH!" I wailed as Coach stirred my insides with his huge cock. "GAH FUGGMMM...HRRRN!" Coach laid his cock back inside of me all the way, causing a pleased smile to stretch across my face. "Hooo yeah...gonna make me cum with your hot hole." Music to my ears. I wanted him to fill me up with as much cum as possible. "Hungh yeah, Coach," I whined. "Yer...gonna...make me...cum, too," I said, bucking my hips. "Ahhh...Haaa...ready for my cum, Smalls? Ready for my hot load, pretty boy?" he said, picking up his pace, his chest bouncing as he fucked me. "Unnnnghh yeeeeees...fuh-me...fuh-me..." I cried in excitement. "Oh yeah...here it cums...right in your fuckin' hole...errgh...ERRGH..." "I'm cum...I'm...hengh...cu-u-u-um," I said as I felt a sudden warmth shoot out of me, while at the same time I felt searing heat at the small my back and in my stomach. "Haaangh, yesssss," I weeped thankfully. "RRRRRRAH," Coach said, taking a couple slower thrusts. I sighed with relief and ecstasy. Coach took a long sigh and gifted me warm wet kisses on my neck and chest. He peeled himself off of me, our bodies completely soaked with sweat, our stomachs spackled with my cum. Coach Scott's dick still remained lodged in my hole as I wasn't ready to let it go just yet. I blinked my blurry vision back to reality and glanced at the digital alarm clock on Coach's nightstand: 2:40. Coach's fingers stroked my shoulders, arms, legs, sending little bursts of pleasure throughout my body. My dick still pulsed against my Coach's body with need, unwilling to take a break. Before I could rest too long Coach Scott was pulling me up by arms and pushing me down onto my hands and knees. I perked my ass toward him without thinking. "Grrrrr." I heard Coach snarl behind me, and without hesitation, slammed his cock all the way inside me, causing a thunderous clap to echo throughout his bedroom. "ANNNGH!!!" I squealed as I lurched forward. My hands gripped the bedspread. I looked back and Coach was sneering lasciviously, his knees were firmly planted. Coach wound his hips back and snapped them forward with slightly more powerful force. "ERRRGH!" I cried. I could feel my cock and balls whip back and forth from the impact. Again I watched as Coach wiggled his hips as he pulled himself completely out of me, raising a challenging eyebrow. I gripped the bed again to brace myself. Coach smacked his hands against my hips as he pulled me toward him, while at the same time delivering yet another powerful thrust. "GYAAAAH!!" I wailed, my ass stinging with the sensation of our skin smacking together, my hole enduring an overwhelming amount of feelings at once. Pain, pleasure, and the idea of the challenge that I could tell Coach was giving me. He was horny as fuck, and so was I, and in every competition, I always win. "HUNNNGH!" Again. "GAHHH!" Again. "RRRRRRG!" Again and again and again. "HAAAAA! ERRRRGH! FUUUUCK!" "Rahhhh, fuck! Fuck yeah! FUCK yeah! FUCK. YEAH. FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK." Coach's thrusts today had been consistent. The first time he came in me, slow and sensual. This time, mechanical and unrelenting. "HUNNNGH. ERRRGH. MMMmmmMMMmmm. OOOOOH." I groaned excitedly with each powerful punch to my hole. "Fuck yeah fuck yeah. Fuck fuck fuck." I looked back to see Coach's face focused, as though on a mission. As though he were trying to prove a point. "ERRGH. GRRR. FUCK. MMM." Like the ticking of a clock, Coach was destroying my hole, a raw sensitiveness spread upon my ass checks with each time our bodies collided. "HuuUUngh. AHHH. EMMMPH." Not to be outdone, I let my body become a ragdoll. When Coach Scott pulled his cock away from me, I floated slightly forward. When I knew his dick was coming, I drifted backward, making his thrusts even deeper and stronger. "FuuuuUUUUuuuuck!" Coach bellowed. "Fuck yeah. I'm about to go a whole lot fuckin' faster. You fuckin' ready, you little motherfucker?" I turned to face him, marveling at my ass's ability to juggle Coach's thick meat with such ease. "Fuck yeah, been WAITING for you to go fuckin' faster. Might as well fuck me harder while you're at it," I taunted. Coach Scott, not appreciating my challenge, reached forward and grabbed my hair with one hand and my throat with the other, pulling him closer to him. Without mercy Coach plowed into me. "HRRRRAH!!" I cried, shrieking with pleasure. "This fuckin' hard enough for ya?" he asked his hips bouncing off my ass, pulling my hair and drawing my head back toward him. "RRRMPH. HARD...H-HARDER," I shouted. "Why don't you fuckin' ass nicely?" he hissed in my ear. "P-PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER!!" I begged. "That's more fuckin' like it," he said, pushing me from behind, releasing my hair and throat from his grasp. I watched as his hands planted onto the bed, completely draped over me, his cock making a couple adjustments and then. "HOOO! HOOO! HAA! HAA!" he roared, slamming into me even harder than before. "AAAAHaaaAHHHaaaAAAH!" I sobbed as Coach Scott pounded me as though he were pounding his worst enemy. "Errrrgh...hmmmm..." he grunted; I could feel his sweat raining down upon my back. He straightened himself back up and yanked me by my hips so that his entire cock was stored inside me. "Hunngh. Hunghh. Oh my god, yeah, fuck. Fuck...me...fuck..." I began to rattle on, as Coach dug his cock deep in me, holding me tightly against him. "I want you to tell me all the ways my cock makes you feel. How it's the best cock you've ever had in your tiny little ass in your short little life," he said through gritted teeth. He pulled me against his body. I glanced down at my dick bouncing with excitement, ready to bust again at any moment. "While I fuck you. Tell me." He began slowly fucking me at first as he gave his instructions as though dangling a treat over my head. "In excruciating detail. How much my cock means to you," he said giving me a sharp thrust. I watched as a spritz of precum launched across Coach's bedspread. Finally he pushed me back onto my hands and knees and continued his mechanical pelvic thrusts with relentless force. "Tell me. Tell me, motherfucker." The slaps of our skin rang through the room. My brain was dizzy with pleasure, my gluttonous hole couldn't help devouring Coach Scott's thick cock. Everything felt overwhelming, but I managed to hunker down and begin my speech. My words and syllables punctuated by my coach's powerful thrusts. "Coach Scott. Hmmph. Coach Scott's dick. Is. The. Most. Magnificent. Amazing. MMMph. Fuck. Amazing. Hunghh yeah. Fuck yeah. FUCK." I felt Coach's cock fly out of my ass, leaving my hole empty. I scooted backward, expecting for Coach to shove himself back into me. "C'mon Smalls. Find my cock with your hole," he instructed. I wagged my ass, trying to feel Coach's dick once again. "That's it...almost there," he coaxed. "Mmmph," I whined, eager for my Coach's dick to be right back where it belonged. Finally, I felt his wet, warm meat tap against my asshole, and without hesitation, I bucked my hips, sinking all the way back down on Coach's thick cock. "Haaaaaa," I sighed in relief. I rocked back and forth, fucking myself with Coach's tool. "Nnnnaaaaagh. Rrrrrrgh," I grunted as I took slow strokes of his dick with my ass clamped around it. "Yeeeeah, that's it boy. Fuck yourself with my big grown-up dick. You deserve it. You deserve this hot cock," he said in a ragged voice. "Awwwww y-yeahhhhh," I moaned, moving slightly faster. "L-love...d-diiiick...l-l-love..." Coach's cock was blasting against my ass, rattling my bones as I fucked myself. My vision grew hazy as all I could feel or experience was the sensation of dick pounding against my prostate, his shaft dragging against my insides. Back and forth, I took each inch of Coach Scott's penis inside of me. "Thaaat's it, boy. So fuckin' smooth how you move on me," he encouraged me giving me a sharp swat on the ass. "Muhhh...g-guhhhhh," I groaned, senselessly as I milked my coach's massive dick with my ass. I worked my arms in a sort of rowing motion as I grew more intentional with each of my movements. "B-buhhh...f-fuuuuuug...my ass...my ass...fffffff..." I sputtered. "Yeah, my dick's that good, huh?" he said, keeping himself firmly planted. "Vvvvvrrruhhh...c-cooock...b-big cawwwwwwwwk...f-fughhhhhh." My sweaty hair hung in strands in front of my face, swinging back and forth as I continued fucking myself. "Yeah that's right...my cock is the best cock, isn't it? My cock is your fucking best friend, isn't it? This dick is your family, isn't it? You love my fuckin' dick so fuckin' much, don't you? You'd fuckin' marry this dick, wouldn't you?" "Y-yeeeees. Fuggin...fuggin...fug...fuuuuuuuck," I groaned, my head spinning with pleasure. Coach's dick was like dynamite, shooting fireworks inside of me. "You wanna be my fuckin' toy? Huh? My fuckin' little toy? You want me to play with you?" he asked giving my ass two hard slaps on my ass. "Hunngh yeah...hunnngh yeah," I sobbed, my movements even faster now as I dragged my body back and forth, taking my steady fill of dick. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuckin' pound the cum outta you. Oh fuck yeah. FUCK yeah, pound the fuckin' cum right outta you," he said excitedly, like he was about to go on a rollercoaster. "FUCK YESSSSS," he said starting to shoot his hips against me once again, just as I made my journey to the base of his cock once again. Within seconds he was slamming into me with the speed of a jackhammer. "AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" I squealed, my sweaty hair bouncing all across my face, my hands gripping the bedspread, trying not to be knocked down by the speed and power of my coach's thrusts. "FUCK yeah. FUCK yeah. FUCK yeah," he barked as he continued pounding me into oblivion. "Flughh...fug...fug me...fuh-huh-huck," I babbled as my prick slapped against my stomach with each of my Coach's thrusts. A burning flame welled at the base of my balls, as my ass began to tighten up. "Yeah, hahahaha. Can feel you gettin' close! Shoot that load, kid!" he said, cheering me on. Electricity skittered across my back, all the way into my loins. "Uh-hunnnngh...fuuuuuck...gaaahh...errrrngh!" I glanced down at the peak of my pleasure to see cum spraying from my dick, shooting past my hands toward the end of Coach's bedspread. "GLAAAAGH...FWAAA...FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCKKKKK!!" I wailed, as cum continued surge in powerful ropes all over the place, creating a constellation of my seed on Coach's bed. My arms began to shake, barely able to support my own weight. Coach continued fucking me without relenting. My vision continued to fade in and out of consciousness as my orgasm came to a close, leaving me in a nonsensical state of communication. "Fuckfuckassfuckmedickcockfuckdickcumshitfuck," I mumbled incoherently. "Yeeeeeah...errrgh....keep takin' that dick, Smalls," he grunted. "I wanna splatter all over your back," he said. "Fuckcumfuckcumfuckcumfuckcockcockfuckfuckcumcumcumcum," I replied, still in a daze, still getting railed by my coach. "OHHHHHH FUCK YEAH...FUCK YEAH RRRRRRRRRGH!" Coach pounded me three more times, growing slower in speed with each thrust before I felt his cock finally leave my body. "YEAHH! YEAAH! HAAAAA!" I managed to stay perfectly still as I felt warm cum land between my shoulder blades, then progressively lower down my back, all the way down to my ass. "Haa...haaaaa....ffffffugggg yeeeeeeah," he groaned, flinging cum off of his dick and onto my asshole. I instinctively reached behind me, pawing for Coach's cock like someone looking for their glasses. My vision continued to spin in and out of focus, too far gone on cock and cum to think straight. Coach took slow and steady gruff exhales as his hands ran along my back, smearing the cum he'd just made onto me. He brought his fingers to my mouth feeding me a healthy helping of his jizz. The warm cum sliding down my throat felt so nourishing and intoxicating at the same time. My heart continued to race as I flitted to and from a state of wild frenzy and total exhaustion. "Ha...hahaha," Coach laughed deeply, catching his breath and withdrawing his hand. My fingers grazed Coach's cock, still firm as it bounced in my hand. Like pocketing change, I slipped Coach Scott's dick back inside my ass. "Wh-whoa...whoa-hohoho," Coach's hips twitched as I sank all the way back down on his cock. I never knew when to end. I could fuck all day and night, and as I looked back at Coach Scott, I could tell from his face that he was realizing the extent of my gifts. What started as a look of surprise, faded to a look of drunken glee. Furrowed brow, fluttering eyes, doofy smile. My ass rested against Coach's hips, his cock throbbing in me. "G-guhhh...g-g-guhhh," he sputtered, eyes crossing with pleasure, and as though my ass began sending his cock a telepathic message, Coach began bouncing his hips once again. "Uhhhhhghh..." he groaned helplessly, his hands reaching for my chest, pulling me back toward him. "Fuuugh...fugh..." "Unnnngh...fuckfuckdickcum," I whimpered. "fuckcockfuckdickcumcumfuck," I whined. "Huh-huh-huh," Coach grunted primally, quickening his pace as he wrapped his arms around the front of me. "Hunnnngh...hunnnnngh...hunnnnngh..." he grunted in my ear. "...fuckfuckdick...fuckfuckcock...fuckassfuck..." I mumbled. "HOOOO!" Coach barked as he slammed his hands underneath my thighs. With crazy strength, he curled his arms, causing the backs of my thighs to rest against his biceps, my legs spread eagle in midair. I felt Coach's cock sink further into me as gravity pulled my closer to his waist. I took my hands and brought them to his, linking my fingers with his. Coach scooped his hips, pushing himself deeper into me. Then he suddenly pulled back, my suspended body falling upon the length of his shaft, his cock plowing against my insides. "Guhhhh!" I moaned, blubbering in ecstacy. Coach continued this motion: scooping his hips, lifting my body with his arms, and letting me fall back against him. My limbs rag dolled at the power of Coach's movements. "HuuuUUuuUUUuuUUuuuUUUngh" I sang, as though I was on the bumpiest ride of my life. "Hunngh...ooof...whoof...rrrgh...mmmph...yerrrgh..." Coach Scott barked and snarled in my ear as he used my body as a toy for his precious cock. My cock flopped up and down--between my legs then slapping against my stomach. My sweaty hair shimmered and spun around like fringe on a dress. Once again, a flame began to grow at the base of my dick, but I was powerless to communicate it. All I knew and felt and understood was pleasure, and with each of Coach's thrusts I was closer and closer to cumming again. "Uggh...hunnghh...bluhh," was all I could say as I craned my neck forward and watched as cum spewed from my spasming dick: launching over my shoulder, clear across the bed, against my chin, dribbling onto Coach Scott's bedspread. "Hunnnnnngh....unnnnnnnngh...." I growled. "Oh...fuuuuuck...grrrr....errrrrgh!!!" I gave me one final pull, holding me against him as I felt his dick pulsing inside of my ass. "UNNNNNNGH!" he moaned as his ran his sweaty forehead against the back of my neck, kissing my shoulders. His arms began to lose their strength, and I felt his dick spring out of me and slap against his stomach. "Guh-huh-huh..." he cried, his legs shaking. I collapsed onto the bed, out of breath, completely worn out. Coach fell to his knees and crawled on top of me, pushing his hand against my shoulders so that my could turn and face his. His lips fell against mine in exhaustion, sucking and snorting against mine. His lips traveled to my neck, to my chest, to my stomach, to the tip of my dick, to my balls, to my hole. His tongue drove deep into me, collecting whatever he could from my ass. His head popped up and came back to my lips, a small mouthful of his own cum. Hanging his tongue over my mouth, he let a slow dribble of it trickle across my lips. I opened my mouth wide letting his warm serving of cum slide down my throat, thankfully drinking it up. His brought his lips to mine once again to let the rest of it spill into my mouth, letting our tongues play with Coach's final wad. Coach Scott rested his head on my chest, stroking my ribs and stomach, giving my pec a couple hard slaps. "That's...heh...that's what I'm fuckin' talking about, Smalls," he said breathlessly. "Fuckcockfuck...fuckdick...y-yeah...yeah Coach...f-fuck...c-cum...yeah...you make me feel incredible Coach Scott," I said finally coming to my senses. "Thatta boy." I glanced at the digital clock: 3:35. "Hate having you go," he said. "Feel like we were just getting started." "I know," I said, equally disappointedly. My cock still stirred at my waist, prepared for another round. As we were snuggling, Coach lifted my leg and shifted his hips forward, his dick once again finding a home in my ass. "GUNNGH!" I moaned. Coach playfully bounced his hips a couple of times. "UNnghh..." "Hehe," he laughed, pulling himself back out. "Just wanted to that face one more time." "Unngh...wh-what face?" I asked. "That face you make when my cock is in you. It's so perfect. It's like you're right about to sneeze, haha." "Alright, alright," I said, swinging my legs away from him and hopping back to the carpeted floor. We each got dressed and started back toward Coach's car. I couldn't help but notice the family photos--the ones of his wife and daughters--all looking differently. Like they knew what we'd just did. On the drive back, we made some quick sex talk before getting back to school: "I think you could fuck me even harder if you wanted, Coach." "Harder? Damn. I was worried you were gonna break any moment with all that babbling you were doing." "Yeah, I've never done that before. But, I don't know. I like getting fucked hard I think. Your better than anyone I've had." "Y-yeah?" he asked earnestly. I always put my dad in first place when it comes to how I like to be fucked. "Yeah!" I said with a smile. "Hey...you ever take two at once?" he asked. I knew what he meant, but I had to play dumb. "Two of what?" I asked. "Two slices of pizza. What do you think I mean, Smalls?" he said playfully. I had taken two at once before, but not in a while. But I wondered what the right answer would be. Say yes, and make him think that I was sluttier than he'd even imagined? Or no, and make him use his imagination? "No," I said. "I didn't even think about that. I bet that would be awesome!" I said excitedly. I watched as Coach's face smirked with pride. "That's my boy," he said. A part of my bubbled with excitement knowing that I was becoming HIS boy. "Hey, I have this swimming conference that I go to after Christmas break. Olympic scouts usually come and scope out young talent. I was thinkin' about asking Mayo to come, but..." "I'll go!" I said before he could finish. Olympic scouts! That would be amazing! I couldn't wait to tell my dad. "Haha, well...it's going to be a lot of work. Some fun. But mostly work." "That's okay. I'm a hard worker," I said, matter-of-factly. "I know you are." We pulled into Birchwood Middle to an empty parking lot. We still had ten minutes or so before my mother was supposed to pick me up. Coach parked and twisted his body to face mine. I turned to face him. "Hey." Coach Scott said softly. "H-hey," I said, a nervous lump in my throat. "Want you to know...you're the One for me." My heart started to race. What was he saying? "H-huh?" "You might get around a little...or a lot, and that's fine. Just as long as you know," he said, quickly unzipping his jeans and pulling out his dick. "This cock? Only wants one ass, and that's yours." I gazed as his perfect pink cock, still sticky from all of our play time. "O-okay, Coach," I said smiling. * At first I thought my mother would say no immediately to the idea of me going on a trip that was just about swimming, but at the mention of the Olympics she reacted like I was actually GOING to the Olympics. "Seriously?? Oh my GOSH that's amazing! Chance, Lisa! Sebastian is going to meet OLYMPIC SCOUTS!" I'd never seen her so happy about something involving me, so I went with it. "Yeah, Coach Scott says that a lot of the US Olympic Swim team will be there to give tips and stuff," I remarked. I was wary to give anymore information because I didn't want to say anything wrong, like where it was, what day it was, how long I would be gone. "He just said that he'll have more exact information when we get back from Christmas break." "Okay, I'll need to see a permission slip. Who else is going?" "I-I don't know." I became worried that if my mother kept asking questions I didn't have answers to that she'd eventually say no. "Well, we'll just find out later! AH!" she squeaked with excitement and walked away to call her sister, my Aunt Leslie. "Sebastian might go to the OLYMPICS! Isn't that GREAT?" She and my Aunt Leslie were always competitive, so this, along with her mayoral campaign gaining traction, I'm sure my mother was more than happy to share. Christmas Eve was the last day that I was spending at home before going to my dad's and I couldn't be more excited. I didn't even care that Lisa and I were opening presents. On Christmas Day, Lisa was getting to go on a ski trip with some of the new friends she'd made. But of course, she and myself would spend a moment with my dad to make sure that the holidays were spent with both parents, per their agreement. "You don't think Dad'll be upset that I'm there for like an hour and then taking off?" Lisa asked me privately. "I don't know. I'll be there, so..." I said shrugging. "Yeah," she remarked. "You're definitely his favorite." The only thing I was dreading was going to this event that my mother signed us up for: Main Street does Charles Dickens. Every week of Christmas, Birchwood would take fake snow, old-timey horse carriages, rent costumes from the community theater and pretend like it was the 1800s. But the main thing my mother wanted us to do was get a picture of all of us with Santa Claus. "Mom we are TOO OLD for this!" Lisa complained. "Yeah, are you sure we have to?" I asked. "A bunch of people from the campaign are going to be there so we're going! Get in the Christmas Spirit!" Despite the fake snow that covered the sidewalks, streets, and roofs, a small amount of snow did begin to fall from the darkened sky. Families who had never experienced snow shot their gaze to the heavens with utter joy, marveling at the miracle of Christmas. "Well isn't this special?" my mother remarked to Chance as our family pushed our way through a long line. The line, of course, was to see Santa Claus. Santa, or whoever was pretending to be Santa was happily seated in a red velvet throne, surrounded by a display of Christmas ornaments. "Mom. Seriously?" said Lisa, running her fingers through her hair. "Yes. Seriously," my mother responded. My mother signaled to a group of men with cameras. "If Jones isn't here, taking a moment to get this photo op, then this is a win for us. Okay?" my mother giving both me and Lisa a hard look. "Hey, what the hell?!" a frustrated mom shouted as we moved past her. "Lori Smalls for Mayor here," Chance said, beaming with handfuls of buttons and bumper stickers to share with those that were in line. "Hey! Lori Smalls for Mayor. It's no 'Smalls' feat!" he said bumping elbows, while leading our family to the front of the line. "Jesus, we've been waiting for almost an hour!" one woman shouted. "Yeah, what makes you think you can cut in front of us!?" another chimed in. "Lori Smalls is here to make sure our community is safe!" another mother barked back. "THAT'S Lori Smalls?" "MRS. SMALLS OVER HERE!" Within seconds, the enemy keeping families from reaching Santa became an instant hero. "That's Lori Smalls, she's running against Jones." "Oh, I've heard of her! She's supposed to be all about safety." "I'm voting for her." The chatter subsided as we approached the front of the line. "Hi, I'm Lorraine Smalls. We're supposed to have a photo-op with Santa?" my mother said, linking her fingers together across her waist. "Oh yeah. Smalls. Right this way." A bored-looking high-school boy, dressed in an ill-fitting generic Santa's Workshop Elf costume ushered the four of us the front of the line. "Alright, you have your photographer right here, ready to take the pictures," he explained monotonously. "Just say what you want us to do." "Okay. Let me get a picture with Santa first. Then Sebastian. Then Lisa," my mother directed frantically. "Elves? Elves. Can we get a couple elves on either side of Santa for this please? Jesus..." My mother went over to right side of Santa's throne and rested her hand on his shoulder. I watched as her face stretched into a maniacal smile, her face illuminated by a series of camera flashes. "Lisa." My mother instructed after enough time had passed for her photoshoot. Lisa bounded forward and sat herself upon Santa's lap. He comforted her, making whatever awkwardness she was feeling melt away. She gave a resolved smirk for the series of camera flashes. "You have to be a good boy all year, or else Santa won't bring you your presents," I recalled my mother explaining Christmas presents to me. It only took one kid in 4th grade to spoil it for me, and tell me that Christmas wasn't real, but I never shared that moment with my family. Even though I was still in middle school, my mother still pretended that Santa Claus was real. Just for me. "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa chuckled. His belly jolted with each laugh. I froze in place. I knew I'd be visiting my dad soon and dick would be plentiful, but soon wasn't going to be soon enough. "Well, what does this little girl want for Christmas?" Santa asked my sister. "Hmph. Some peace and quiet," she said smirking, facing the crowd before us. Laughter hummed back toward us as Lisa hopped off of Santa's lap and made her way back toward my mother and Chance. My mother signaled that it was my turn. I made my way toward Santa looking into his innocent eyes. He looked like a cartoon, but I knew that he had to be some sort of volunteer who lived in the area. His cheeks were rosy, his beard was white, and with each step I took toward him, my dick began to twitch in my jeans. "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa barked, his arms outstretched, inviting me to come sit on his lap. While some teenage boys might awkwardly perch themselves upon his knee, I made sure to rest myself on his inner thigh. Cameras flashed making sure to catch the moment. "Now, have you been naughty or nice?" Santa asked. My face was frozen with a smile, trying to make nice for the cameras, despite the naught thoughts that were swimming in my head. The surrounding chatter was overwhelming, flooding my ears with nonsense. "...the hot chocolate stand is still open?" "...what about the...and the...have you seen?" Had I been naughty or nice? My jeans rested against Santa's velveteen red pants. My hole buzzed as it rested on Santa's thighs. I turned to face him, to ensure that my eyes met his. "Well? Have you been a good boy?" Santa sang in a loud voice. I let my eyes linger upon Santa's, feeling his hips squirm beneath me. "Naughty." I said. Santa cleared his throat uncomfortably. "O-oh...ho...ho-ho-ho. Well, what would you like for Christmas? Maybe you can make the Nice List by the time Christmas comes." He gave me a sweet smile, dancing a bit in his seat. He bounced me a bit on his leg. My cock twitched in my jeans. The chatter continued, especially from those wanting to get their kids to the front of the line. My hand rested against my thigh; Santa's warmth radiated against me. "Your North Pole. Down my chimney" I said softly, just within Santa's earshot. Santa flinched at my request, his eyes fluttering. "H-Ho...ho-ho..." he chuckled. His hands rested on my thighs, as cameras continued to flash. My ass grinded on Santa's lap, searching for the familiar sensation of a cock. "H-ho..." he sighed nervously, his forehead starting to shine with sweat. "A-and a Meeeerry Ch-Christmas to you little boy! Ho ho!" He lifted me off of his leg. The photo-op was over, but my fun was just beginning. "Ho ho! Santa needs a little break!" he said, jumping to his feet. "But we have more pictures to take!" my mother complained. "Gotta...g-get back to Santa's w-workshop! Ho ho!" he chuckled before rounding a corner and into a back room. "Really, is it so hard to take a Christmas photo?" my mother huffed. "Fine, I guess we can just work with this. Let's go find some food." "I think they all looked great," Chance coaxed. I glanced over at the door where Santa disappeared. It was slightly ajar with light just peeking through. "Do you mind if I stay here?" I asked, my window for getting some quick sex was closing, and I needed to make my move now. "What?" my mother asked, confused. "I...I was talking to that high school kid. He said he knows a lot about volunteer hours, and it could help me get ahead." I had no idea what I was talking about, but with my mother it was always about a deal. Gaining something at all opportunities. And I was becoming the same way. I could see my mother trying to read my mind. She had to know I had an ulterior motive, but after a day of campaigning and keeping a happy face, I think she was ready to say "Yes" to anything. "Fine, but don't wander off," she finally said. I watched as my mother, Chance, and Lisa started toward the food booths. I turned on my heel and walked past the high school boy in the elf costume who was starting to break down the set for the night. I approached the door where Santa was hiding and pushed it open to find myself in a small storage closet. The walls were lined with shelfs, storing Nativity props, Memorial Day decorations, Mother's day banners. A grab bag of holidays. At the back of the closet, bathed in dim amber light, was Santa, taking deep breaths, his back face to me. His arm was moving in a slow stroking motion. He was obviously trying to coax out some sort of Christmas wish. I softly closed the door. I turned a deadbolt latch, ensuring that Santa had nowhere to dash away. "Mmmm...mmmm..." I heard Santa humming to himself. I quietly started to strip out of my clothes. I slunk out of my jacket and peeled off my sweater. My skin tingled against the cool air. I kicked off my shoes and yanked off my socks. I undid my belt and shimmied off my pants. Santa still had no idea what was behind him. I scooted my underwear down my legs, letting my dick bounce out in the open. "Unnnf....wooooof...." Santa grumbled. "Santa?" I asked. I watched as his body bounced with fright, as he tucked away his candy cane back into his suit. "J-jesus f-fuck," he said softly to himself. He spun around, and even in the dim light, I saw his eyes bug out of his head. "H-HO!" he shouted, stumbling back against one of the shelves. Fake flowers and plastic Easter eggs toppled to the ground, clattering at his boots. "Y-young man...y-you can't be in here...you...your clothes...where are you clothes??" he stammered. I slowly began to slink toward him. Santa pressed himself against the shelf like a scared animal. I could see his thick bulge in his red pants. His suit looked so soft and warm. I just wanted to push my body against his and feel his tubby stomach against me. "I never got to finish telling you what I want for Christmas." I said, putting my hand against his erection. "H-ho...ho...hold...h-hold on there," Santa said trying to bat my hand away. "I promise I've been a good boy, Santa," I said, turning around, wagging my ass against Santa's waist. "Wh-what are you d-doing?" he said in a deep panicked voice. I slid my hand into Santa's pants and pulled out his cock. I peeked down at it. A glistening pink gnob, already drooling with precious precum. "Wow, Santa. You're hung like a reindeer." I slowly stroked him and then teased his cock by sliding it between my ass cheeks. "U-uhngh...h-ho...h-ho no..." Santa huffed behind me. I gazed into his glassy eyes, pushing my hard-earned Christmas wish into his mind. "L-little boy...you sh-should go find your m-mommy and daddy," he said, his heavy body quivering against the metal storage shelf. I slowly slid the tip of Santa's sticky cock into my hole until it snapped right into place, its thickness sending a shock of color into my vision. "HUNGH!" I grunted before wriggling my hips a bit to welcome Santa down into his new favorite chimney. "Hmmm, but my mommy and daddy told me that Santa could get me whatever I wanted for Christmas this year," I whined seductively. "Hooof....rmmm...rnggg..." Santa panted behind me, his thighs quacking against my ass, his velour suit tickling my skin. "B-boy I-I'm tellin' you, you need to--" I pushed myself against Santa's waist, his belly draping over my lower back, his Christmas miracle surging into me. "HAAA! OHHHH..." he cried, his tension easing. His muscles relaxing. "U-unngh...hoo..." he groaned, his back sliding against the metal shelf behind him. "MMMMmmmm," I groaned in reply. "Oh Santa...your package feels so nice. Nice and unwrapped inside of me," I whimpered. "O-oh...oh god..." he huffed gruffly. I felt his soft hands press against my ass. "Wh-why...why are you doing this to me?" "You need a break from Mrs. Claus," I said sweetly. "I'll be Santa's little helper today." I slowly began rocking back and forth on Santa's crotch, feeling his thick ornament rolling against my prostate. "Nnngh...h-ho...ho ho ho god," he whined. His bright red pants began slowly sliding down his waist, revealing a pair of pink legs with wiry white hair sprawling in every direction. I drew my ass away from Santa's dick, leaving it bouncing in the open air. "Ahhhhgh," he sighed, his body collapsing slightly. I spun around and pressed my naked body against him again, running my hands underneath his heavy suit feeling a bed of hair raking between my fingers. My palms pressed against his soft chest, his thick nipples rolling against my wrists. I looked into his eyes as I softly pleasured him. I stood on my tiptoes, trying to reach his vacant looking face. No movement from Santa. I swiftly took a hand and yanked Santa's beard and pulled it to my face and spat on his lips. I watched as my frothy saliva dripped from his plump lower lip and dripped onto one of his black buttons. His eyes fluttered slightly as he recoiled from the sensation. I gripped his beard tighter, and hocked another loogie square between the eyes, my spit falling down his bright red button nose. "Nngh," he whimpered. "Fucking like that, St. Nick?" I asked, running my hand under his suit again and twisting his nipple with my right hand. "G-gahhh," he groaned, eyes rolling back in his head, his jaw dropping, his mouth a black void compared to his bright white beard. I pulled his face toward mine and jabbed my tongue into his open mouth. My lips vibrated from his deep voice grunting quietly as I made out with him. Our tongues wrestled with one another. My teeth pinched his bottom lip, teasing him further. I pulled away from his face, and instinctively, Santa presented his tongue to me, and received a thick spat in return. His swirled my spit in his mouth. I opened my mouth close to his, and without hesitation, Santa shot our combined spit back into my hanging jaw, the wad hitting the back of my throat. "Mmmmm," I said smacking my lips. I continued stroking Santa's thick body with my fingertips, eventually lifting the heavy suit up over his head, revealing his beautifully plump body before me. A wealth of man stood before me. Most women might not bat an eye at, but all I wanted was to feel his holly jolly Christmas against my happy holiday. White hair cascaded from his chest and down the center of his round belly. His thick cock, peaked just out from under his stomach, heavy testicles the size of mini snowballs swung between his thick Christmas tree thighs. Santa kicked off his red pants, standing in just his black boots that rose up to his calves. Santa swayed looking intoxicated, bewildered and overwhelmed. "Mmmmm, Santa you're making my chestnuts burn over here," I huffed before slapping my palms on his huge chest, kneading his nipples between my thumb and index finger. I planted my lips on one of his nipples and rounded my tongue around its circumference. "Urrrg....mmmm...f-fuuuugh..." he grumbled. I felt his dick twitching against my stomach, his urge to cum rising. I began to let myself sink toward Santa's glistening yule log, my face met with a strand of precum, sinking from his dick like tinsel. "Ooooh, Santa, I wanna make Christmas come early this year," I whined. "Hunngh....I-I...I think you might make Christmas come more than once this year, k-kid," he said, breathing quickly. I leaned forward and pounced upon his holiday meat, letting the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. Without relent I milked Santa's dick for all it was worth, his precum like peppermint bark sliding down my throat, spilling from the corners of my mouth with my drool. I buried my face into Santa's thick bush of white pubic hair like fresh fallen snow. My head swam with sexual chaos. I dragged my lips away from his cock, letting his meat spill from my gullet. "I want you to stuff your toys down my throat, Santa," I said out of breath. "Don't hold back." I guided his monstrous hands to the back of my skull and let his hips do all of the work. His silver bells slapped against my chin as I gratefully took his entire serving of honey glazed ham. "Ho...ho ho...hohohoho..." he giggled wildly as he marveled at my cock-sucking ability. "Ho..." he shook his head in total bliss. "Y-you want my Christmas Spirit?" he asked. "Y-you want my fucking Christmas Spirit?" he asked again speeding up his rapid humping. Tears streamed down my face as I happily felt Santa's hard Christmas candy slamming into my face. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna shoot my...I'm gonna shoot my fucking holly jolly spirit into youuuuuuurrrghhh!!!" His voice bellowed as he sent five spasmodic thrusts against me, my mouth filling up with a bounty of sweet and delicious sperm. My eyes fluttered at the sensation of my stomach filling up with Santa's jelly. I teased my hole instinctively, gearing up to feel the entirety of Santa's nice list inside of me. "Ho fuck...ho ho ho fuck...." he bounced as he chuckled, emptying his orgasm into me. I let the length of Santa's cock rest against my face, some semen still trickling on to my forehead, his balls sporadically twitching against my chin. "Ho...ho wow kid...you're getting whatever you want for Christmas this year," he huffed. "Anything?" I asked, kissing his balls tenderly. "You've been a good boy. A good, good boy," he said softly, in a post-coital stupor. "Well, I think my chimney could use a good sweep," I said, leaning onto my hands and propping my legs into the air flashing my hole right in his line of vision. "Mmmmm yeah...Santa can't wait to cum down this chimney, ho ho," he hissed, dropping to his knees, hands pulling me by my thighs so that his beard slightly tickled my taint. "Rnnngh, yeah Santa, get in there nice and good," I coaxed. His beard rested against the crest of my ass as his tongue slid into my eager asshole. "MMMMM...ERRGH yeah!" I yelped. I adjusted myself so that my ass pressed into Santa's face even harder. My cock dangled inches of my face, precum spritzing onto my nose, my lips, my chin as Santa's tongue traveled inside of me. "Oh God, Santa!" I wailed, wriggling my hips to match Santa's movement as he ate me out. "Yeah, eat my cookies, Santa. Nice and fresh," I moaned. "Nnnngh yeah!" "Mmmmlaghmm...mmmmleeeeghm..." he groaned, slobbering on my hole, drilling his nose into my taint. His heavy hand found its way to my dick, softly kneading it in his hand, milking even more precum out of me. He pulled his mouth away from my hole and brought his lips around my boy prick, giving it a brief taste. "H-h-haaangh!" I shuddered the second my cock disappeared inside Santa's mouth, his white beard brushing my balls. He took a slow decent down the length of my shaft, before pulling quickly away, the size of it obviously too much for him. "Haaa," he exhaled, before latching his lips around my balls, juggling both of them in his mouth. He relinquished my nutsack from his mouth with a loud smack. "Ho ho ho..." he laughed letting out a sigh. "Now this a toy that I'd love to have in Santa's workshop every day." "Mmm yeah, Santa," I groaned. "Yer making me so close to shooting my Christmas wish all over me," I said pulling my ass even further apart. He danced a giant finger around my wet hole, teasing me even more. "Nnngh, what a pretty gift," he sighed delightfully. "Bet you'd like to feel my North Pole right about now?" he chuckled, his belly bouncing against my back. "Mmm yeah, I want all of your 12 days of Christmas inside of me," I groaned. Santa scooted onto his ankles and lined up the tip of his thick cock with my hole and gently slipped it inside. "Pffffffwoolly shit yesssss," I said, my brain completely malfunctioning. My back continued bending backwards, my knees tapping my earlobes, letting Santa give me the full extent of his dick until I felt his jingle bells hitting my lower back. "Hooooooo ho hoooooo," Santa whined as he squatted his legs to press his body weight against me even more. My precum became thicker as it rained upon my face. "Y-yeaaaaah Santa, make me your new Mrs. Claus. Show me how you make her squirt." I didn't care what words that came out of my mouth. I felt invincibly sexy. I had Santa fully invested in my hole and there was no way he was leaving now. "Bet Mrs. Claus loves getting dicked into Christmas Eve with you," I said as Santa became more and more worked up. "Hmmmph...ummmph...urnnngh..." he grunted as he began picking up his pace, his dick knocking against my prostate. Sweat began to streak his reddening face, and I could tell he was growing tired in this position. "Why don't you kick back and relax while you take me for a sleigh ride?" I said suggestively. Santa belched a ragged groan as he lurched to his feet. I could tell he wasn't used to fucking someone like this, so why not repay the favor? "Nuhg....y-yeah...p-pretty worn out..." he said taking a few deep breaths. "Here. You sit," I said jumping to my feet. Santa awkwardly brought himself to the cool floor, kicking his legs sprawled out wide, his cock springing directly upward. I stood across his waist and with little effort, I squatted directly onto Santa's cock, shimmying myself all the way down. "H-hoooo...ho my fuckin'...ho my fuckin holly jolly fuckin' mother....mother fucking..." he gurgled as I bounced up and down on his shaft, my own prick slapping against my stomach. "Errrngh...y-yeah...y'like that Chris Cringle?" I said, my balls tapping between Santa's thick thighs. "H-ho yeah kid...God rest all ye motherfuckin gentlemen on this good Christmas night fuckin....guhhhhhh," he shouted, his hands slamming against my thighs, his head spinning, his Santa hat drooping over his forehead as he drunkenly let me twist on his North Pole." "Mmmm yeah...FUCK yeah..." I shouted as I slammed my whole-body weight against him. "Make me wanna shoot my winter wonderland, Santa! Mmmmm!" I whined. "Rrrrrrgh! FUCKKKKK!" Santa squirmed as I rotated my hips, twisting Santa's cock in my warm gut. Suddenly, with a wild fervor, Santa pulled me by my waist and managed to stand himself up with me resting on his wide forearms. With a free hand Santa shoved away all of the St. Patrick's Day decorations off of one of the shelves, green glittery shamrocks bouncing across the floor. Santa rested me on the now empty shelf, his cock still lodged inside of me. I splayed my legs as far as they would let me. Santa's hat completely covered his eyes but with his gritted jaw I could tell that he had the fervent intention to fuck me into oblivion. "Unnngh...unnngh..." he began groaning as he fucked me slowly at first. "J-jingle b-bells...j-jingle b-bells..." "Jingle all the way!" I sang sweetly back to him, a grin spreading across my face. My cock twitched against my stomach, my abs shining with sweat and precum. "Ho...ho...ho what f-fun..." he grunted as his pace became quicker. "ERNNNGH...." I groaned, feeling my insides get stirred by Santa's thick shaft. "I-it is to ride on my daddy's cock todayyyy," I finished the song. Santa quickly threw away his hat to reveal a scraggly mess of grey hair hardly covering up a sweaty bald-headed dome. His brow scowled as he mechanically began fucking me like an animal. "F-fuck yeah...fuuggg yeah...my little boy has been so fuckin good this year," he grunted. "Gonna give him all the best presents. Make him shout with motherfuggin' glee." "Oh fuck yeah, Santa. Gonna make me have a white Christmas," I whined in return. "Take all my reindeer games boy," he huffed wildly as his hips began to slam into me. "MMMMMM yeah! Rrgn. Rrgn. Rrgn. Rrgn!" I bellowed taking each of Santa's ruthless thrusts. "Ffffffffuccccccck, your O hole-y night feels so fucking amazing. Ho ho hoooooorrrngh!" he growled, slapping my chest with a heavy hand. "Mmmmph yeah let me be your little drummer boy...MMMMMM FUCK MEEEEE!" I squealed like a little girl getting a new Barbie playset for Christmas. "Hunnngh...hunnnngh...joy to the fuggin....worrrrrld mmmphh...hummmph," Santa whined as he gripped my sweating ankles in his hands. "Mmmph Santa...errrrngh yer gonna make my Christmas wish come true!" I cried, reaching for his chest with both hands, holding on to his nipples. "Ho...hooooo fuck...my fucking North Pole is gonna shoot," Santa snarled as he ruthlessly raked his shaft inside of me. "Fffffuuck yes, Santa give me a merry little Christmas. Unnnngh!!! I'm gonna come all ye faithfullll!" I wailed in hilarity as Santa's cock pounded against my prostate. Cum began to let it snow all across my torso. "Hannnnghhhh!" I cried as Santa continued fucking me without remorse "Mmmmm ffffffffuuuuuuughhh!!!" he shouted. "Mmmm take my all my fuggin' favorite thinggggggs!" he cried, his thrusts slowing, and my ass filling up with his sweet Christmas Candy. "HOOOOOO! HOOOO! HOOOOOOOOORRRRRGH!" He roared as his heavy body jiggled with his orgasm. With a few more steady thrusts he let his body droop with fatigue. Santa took a few more shallow breaths before staggering back against the storage shelf behind him his cock falling out of my ass. Easter and Halloween decorations fell to the ground. Plastic pumpkins and cardboard eggs bounced around Santa's feet as he caught his breath. I slid from the shelf and landed gracefully on my feet, feeling refreshed. I stretched my arms and gave a satisfied exhale. Santa looked at me with a disturbed hunger in his eyes, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to catch his breath. "H-ho...h-ho..." I gave him a comforting tap on his hairy shoulder. I knocked my index finger against his cock, still twitching from his orgasm and sopped up any remaining cum he had left and suck my finger clean. He looked into my eyes--a deranged, depraved look. "Merry Christmas!" I said gleefully. I grabbed my clothes and left Santa to compose himself, my hole dripping with Christmas spirit. * After I quickly dressed myself in the darkened alley, the cold air pinching my skin, I jogged back to Main Street, noticing that the event was coming to a close. I looked both ways, watching fully functioning families buy their last rounds of cocoa, or argue about where they'd parked. It made me wish for a moment that we were here with just me, Lisa, my mother and my dad. Surely by now Dad and I would have found an antique store bathroom to exchange loads in. But now, my only choice was to end the night early and go home. No dick. No cum. Nothing. "Seb? Seb!" I heard Chance's voice to my right. I shot my eyes in his direction and saw him bounding toward me. "Where were you, champ? We've been worried!" My heart raced with anxiety. My brain quickly snapped together a story that would make sense. "S-sorry, I got wrapped up with helping out the high school kids. We're pretty much done now." Chance shook his head, letting out a relieved sigh. "Well...good!" he said with a laugh. "Your mom's all finished here, so we're gonna head on home. You're sure you got everything finished up over here?" I thought about the several more hours of help I could offer Santa, but I was more than ready to go home, knowing that tomorrow the only Christmas wish I had would come true. I would get to stay with Dad for a whole week. "Yep! I'm ready to go." I tossed and turned in my sleep that night, unable to fully rest. What all did my dad have planned for us? Maybe we'd go for a cold hike? Go see a movie? Fuck all night and into morning? I didn't care. I just needed to be with him. To feel the warm and safe comfort of his body draped over mine. I rolled my eyes and squirmed under the covers. I glanced at my alarm clock: 11:15. Not even midnight yet. "Uggggh." My restless spirit could hardly contain itself. I kicked off the covers, letting them float to the side. I swung my legs off the bed and walked over to the phone in my room. I carefully lifted the phone to my ear to make sure all I heard was a dial tone. My thumb quickly punched in my dad's phone number. My heart was racing as I listened to the phone ring, buzzing in my ear. I don't know what was making me so nervous. All I wanted was to hear his voice. Finally after the fourth long ring, I heard a click on the other side. "Rrmmm...h'lo?" I heard my dad's groggy voice, and it almost made me cry. I missed him so much. "D-dad?" I said quietly. "Mm..Seb? S'at you?" "Yeah...yeah it's me." "Rnngh...what time is it?" he asked. "You okay? Everything okay?" "Y-yeah! Everything's fine. I...just couldn't sleep." "Ahh...what's goin' on?" he said. I could see his naked torso in my mind, how his muscles twisted as he adjusted himself in his bed. "I...I just can't wait to see you." "I can't wait to see you, too, son." Some silence passed. "Probably shouldn't go too much into detail over the phone, though," he gave a chuckle. "Ha, I guess not. I just wanted to hear your voice for a second." "Well...hrm...you'll get to do a lot more than that tomorrow." "Y-yeah?" "Ohhhh yeah," he laughed. "Got a lot planned. I think we're gonna have fun." "I don't care what we do. As long as I'm with you, Dad." "You can be sure of that." More silence passed. I wanted to whip my dick out and start jacking off for him right over the phone, but I knew if anyone answered, we'd be finished. "Try to get some sleep, Seb. Know that we'll see each other soon," he said firmly. "Okay, Dad." "I love you, son." "I love you too, Dad." I waited in the still silence until the crunch of our call ending entered my ear. I hung up the phone and went to bed. My dad's voice echoed in my head, slowly lulling me to sleep. "I think we're gonna have fun." "I think we're gonna have fun." "I think we're gonna have fun." "I think--" ******************************************************* Chapter 25 to follow. Please email hjk7359@hotmail.com for feedback, questions, or constructive criticism. Thank you for reading.