Date: Mon, 6 Mar 2023 21:13:59 +0000 From: Gareth Johnson Subject: I Want You To Meet My Son - Chapter 28 CHAPTER 28 "Hello?" said Isaac, opening the door. It was a Saturday morning, Isaac hadn't been expecting anyone to call. The man standing on the doorstep was dressed in a tracksuit - probably in his mid-40s, he looked fit and athletic. "Mr Wright?" smiled the man. "Sorry to drop in on you unannounced but I was in the neighbourhood. I'm Bruce Greenham - most people call me Coach." "How can I help you?" asked Isaac, unsure where this was going. "Yes, sorry - I should have explained myself better..." smiled the Coach. "I run the local soccer club. I was just up at the church - I like to get to confession fairly regularly. Father Murphy mentioned that you've just moved into the neighbourhood?" "Yes, that's right..." nodded Isaac. "Father Murphy has been helping us settle in. My son, Jacob, will be at the local school when term starts." "Excellent..." smiled the Coach. "Yes - Father Murphy mentioned young Jacob to me. He was wondering whether your boy might be interested in joining us on the soccer team?" "Well, I guess I could ask him..." said Isaac. "But to be honest he's never shown much interest in soccer. I'm not even sure that he knows the rules of the game." "I'm sure he'll soon learn..." winked the Coach. "Besides, it would be a great way for him to meet some of the other lads in the neighbourhood. It might make it easier for him when he starts school. Plus, you'd get to meet a few of the other fathers that are involved in the club." "That does make a lot of sense..." agreed Isaac. "Are there tryouts or anything? Or should I just bring him along to your next training session?" "I could put him through his paces just now?" suggested the Coach, patting the soccer ball he had tucked under his arm. "We just need some space in the backyard to have a bit of a run around. Unless that's inconvenient for you?" "Um, no - that should be fine..." agreed Isaac. "Please, come in. Can I get you a cool drink or something? A coffee?" "No, I'm all good thanks..." declined the Coach. "Nice place you've got here!" "I've still got a lot of unpacking to do..." sighed Isaac. "When you're a single parent, you've only got one pair of hands to do everything - but I'm pleased we've made the move. Head on out into the backyard - I'll go and find Jacob. I think he's up in his room playing whatever video game he's into these days." As the Coach was setting up a few drills in the backyard, Isaac emerged from the house, followed by his young son. "Nice to meet you, Jacob..." smiled the Coach, as Isaac made the introductions. "Let's see if you've got what it takes to join the Hyacinthus Heights soccer team!" Isaac looked on as the Coach guided Jacob through a couple of simple training drills - testing the boy's speed as well as his ball-control. It was a warm day and both the Coach and Jacob had soon worked up a sweat. "Dad, can I take my t-shirt off?" asked Jacob, looking across to his father. "You'd better ask the Coach..." replied Isaac. "When you're at soccer training, it's the Coach that's in charge." "Of course you can take your t-shirt off, kiddo..." smiled the Coach. "Tell you what, I think I'll join you - I don't want to stink up my car with a sweaty t-shirt." As both Jacob and the Coach pulled off their t-shirts, Isaac smiled at the contrast between them - Jacob was small, smooth, and lean, whereas the Coach was broad, muscular, and hairy. After a few more training drills, the Coach called time on their session - pleased that Jacob seemed enthusiastic at the prospect of joining the team. "How did he do, Coach?" asked Isaac, bringing out a bottle of water for each of them. "He's a natural..." winked the Coach. "I'm confident that young Jacob here would be a great addition to our team." "That's excellent!" beamed Isaac. "Are there any exercises that he can work on at home to help him prepare for your next training session? Anything that I can help with?" "Well, the most important thing is to try and help him avoid getting injured..." explained the Coach. "In boys this age, it's generally hamstrings that we have to be careful of." "Right..." nodded Isaac. "Yes, that makes sense. Does that mean that he needs to be stretching regularly?" "Absolutely..." nodded the Coach. "Regular massages are also really helpful. Have you got any experience in sports massage?" "No, I can't say I have..." replied Isaac. "Well, I'd be happy to show you a few basic techniques - if that would be helpful?" suggested the Coach. "Absolutely..." nodded Isaac. "That would be great!" "I use a massage table at the club, but we can always improvise..." said the Coach. "I'd probably suggest that you try and massage young Jacob at night after he's had a shower. Would his bed be the most comfortable place to give him a rub-down?" "Yes, that would definitely work..." nodded Issac. Isaac led the way upstairs, readily agreeing to the Coach's suggestion that Jacob have a quick shower so that his muscles were fully relaxed. "Make sure you use plenty of soap and give yourself a good wash..." instructed Isaac, guiding his son towards the shower. "He's a good kid..." smiled the Coach. "I often shower with him - just to make sure that he scrubs all over..." explained Isaac. "You know what boys are like." Jacob returned to the bedroom wrapped in a white towel and smelling clean and fresh. "I guess he should put some shorts on or something?" suggested Isaac. "No need for that..." smiled the Coach, still just wearing his grey sweatpants. "Lie face down on your bed, Jacob, and I'll drape this towel over you to keep you warm." The Coach grabbed a bottle of massage oil from his kit bag and squeezed a generous amount into the palms of his hands - rubbing them together to warm the oil. "Okay, so I'll demonstrate some of the basic techniques and then I'll get you to have a go..." explained the Coach, kneeling onto the bed so that he was almost straddling the boy - his grey sweatpants barely containing his thick cock. Sliding the towel up, the Coach exposed Jacob's legs and began applying massage oil to the boy's smooth skin. "There's no need to apply too much pressure..." demonstrated the Coach. "Just long, firm movements, up and down the leg - just feeling for any tension in the muscles." "Right, got it..." nodded Isaac, watching closely. "We may as well get rid of this towel completely - just so you can clearly see what I'm doing..." decided the coach, lifting the towel from Jacob's body and dropping it to the floor. "You want to use plenty of oil and just keep working up and down the boy's legs. It's this area here that you need to pay most attention to - this is where a lot of the tension builds up." "So that's just at the top of the legs?" clarified Isaac. "Yes, exactly..." nodded the Coach. "Just where the leg meets the butt. You need to take the massage all the way through the area where those muscles connect - nice long strokes, all the way through." "It's almost like you have to massage the entire butt?" asked Isaac. "Yes, that's right..." nodded the Coach, his hands firmly kneading the boy's ass cheeks. "It's surprising just how much tension you can unlock - it's all about working the entire muscle. Ready to have a go?" The Coach repositioned himself - moving around to the top of the bed so that there was room for Isaac to straddle across his son's legs. "I'll film this for you..." said the Coach, setting up his phone so that it was capturing all of the action. "Just so you can watch it back and remind yourself of the techniques." "Oh, right..." nodded Isaac. "Yes, that's a good idea. Just remind me again what I'm supposed to be doing?" "Get your hands nice and lubricated..." instructed the Coach. "That's it - add plenty of oil, and then nice long strokes up and down." "Does that feel okay, Jacob?" asked Isaac, firmly rubbing his son's legs. "Uh huh..." nodded Jacob. "Boys like Jacob love a good rub-down..." smiled the Coach, gently tousling Jacob's hair. "Now, let's really focus on that area where the leg meets the butt - just like I showed you." "There certainly does seem to be some tension there..." said Isaac, sliding his hands back and forth across his son's smooth butt. "Maybe I'm using too much oil - it seems to be running everywhere." "There's no harm in having a bit of extra lubrication..." said the Coach. "Here, let me wipe away some of the excess." The Coach reached forward and swiped one of his fingers along Jacob's glistening ass crack - collecting some of the oil that was collecting there, smearing it over the boy's skin. "It actually feels a little tense in that area..." observed the Coach, repeating the action but this time letting his finger run deeper and slower along the boy's ass crack. "Um, really?" asked Isaac. "You're feeling tension there?" "Yeah, definitely..." nodded the Coach. "Take a look and you'll see what I'm talking about." The Coach placed a hand on each of Jacob's smooth ass cheeks and spread the boy's ass as Isaac tentatively ran a finger along his son's oiled-up ass-crack. "I reckon you might need to go a bit deeper..." suggested the Coach. "Um, I don't know..." hesitated Isaac. "Maybe that's enough massaging for now?" "Listen, buddy, I've had a lot of experience with boys like this..." said the Coach. "I'm telling you that you're going to want to go a bit deeper." "Yes, Coach..." nodded Isaac, his eyes focused on his son's exposed ass. The Coach could see the internal struggle that Isaac was battling with - slowly reaching out to touch his son's ass, knowing that he probably shouldn't, but powerless to resist the temptation that was being presented to him. Isaac slowly swiped his finger down his son's ass crack, almost flinching as he made contact with Jacob's boy-hole - almost flinching but not pulling away. "Deeper..." instructed the Coach. Pushing gently, Isaac's fingers slowly sunk into his son's oiled-up boy-hole - the Coach allowed himself a small smile, pleased with himself for remembering to set up his phone to film this encounter, pleased with himself that he was going to be able to watch this back later, that he was going to be able to share this video with his fellow pervs. "Ungh..." moaned Jacob, as his father's fingers pushed inside. "That's a good boy, Jacob..." soothed the Coach, stroking the boy's hair. "Relax your cunt for your daddy." "His cunt?" asked Isaac, still with two fingers deep inside his son. "Yeah, his cunt..." grinned the Coach. "What we've got here is a prime piece of boy-cunt." "I can't believe I'm doing this..." muttered Isaac, his fingers sliding back and forth as they stretched and loosened up his son's boy-hole. "Prime boy-cunt..." grinned the Coach. "No man is going to be able to resist that." The Coach pushed his grey sweatpants down and released his hard cock, roughly pushing it into Jacob's mouth. "That's it, kiddo..." growled the Coach. Taking hold of Jacob's hair, the Coach began thrusting his thick cock between the boy's lips. The Coach locked eyes with a startled looking Isaac - watching breathlessly as his son tasted a man's cock for the first time. Reaching forward, the Coach helped to guide Isaac's hard cock towards young Jacob's boy-cunt. "Are you sure that he's ready for this?" asked Isaac, biting his lip as he tried to hold back the urges that were on the verge of being unleashed. "Maybe not..." replied the Coach. "But you definitely are." As he watched inch after inch of Isaac's cock thrusting into the boy's smooth cunt, the Coach made a mental note to thank Father Murphy for the tip-off - he'd send him the video later. It's surprising what men reveal in the sanctity of the confessional. It's surprising how many men are lusting after their sons. Follow the author on Twitter @GTV_AfterDark