Date: Sun, 20 May 2001 21:09:04 -0000
From: john starling <zazaza@madasafish.com>
Subject: Welsh Holiday, Chapter10

Welsh Holiday
Chapter 10


The Assistant Coach.

Eighteen months before Bob Douglas's second visit to the school Pop had
been running the sports department of Broomhouse School single handed with
part time assistance from various masters who helped by refereeing matches.

Pop was more than a little pissed off; he felt that he was a victim of his
own success. Since he had started at the school, the previously indifferent
sporting achievements of the boys had become a thing of the past.
Broomhouse now enjoyed a growing reputation throughout the country as one
of England's finest sporting schools.

 The large man would have quit the job, but he loved it and was pleased
with the schools growing reputation. He had also been given a sizeable pay
rise, but knew he could not continue alone. He made an appointment to have
a chat with the school Bursar.

 Major Moore was sympathetic and agreed that the school could afford a new
full time assistant coach. An advertisement duly appeared in the national
press. Even the Bursar was surprised at the large response, it seemed many
young men and indeed, women wanted to join Broomfield's staff.

He and Pop spent an evening going through over one hundred
applications. They first discounted all the females and anyone over thirty,
Pop said he wanted a strong young man for the job. Applicants had been
asked to send a recent photograph. Major Moore was surprised to see that
all the better-looking applicants seemed to be on the first `possible'
pile.

The retired Major had the greatest respect for the ex international's
judgement. Despite himself the old Army man also found that he was
attracted to the large rugby player, and was quietly enjoying the proximity
of the younger man. He looked at the muscular arms with shirtsleeves rolled
up, the strong well formed hands and as Pop reached across the large desk,
he was impressed with the man's tight backside, narrow hips and wide
shoulders. Pop was now dismissing married and engaged men, `No need for
baggage' he said, `and anyway single guys without responsibilities will be
cheaper'

When Pop smiled the Major noticed the small white teeth and the strong jaw
line, he gazed into the deep brown eyes and felt his prick harden.

Pop looked at the smaller dapper man; he removed his tie and undid the top
few buttons of his shirt remarking about the room temperature. When the
Major offered him a drink he was happy to accept a large scotch.  As the
Major prepared the drinks Pop noticed the old guy's erection tenting his
loose trousers.

The coach thought to himself that it would not do him any harm to make
better friends with the man who held the purse strings of the school.  He
stretched luxuriously in his seat to give the man a better look at his
large pecs and hairy chest. The Major was not the first elderly gentleman
to show an interest in the handsome man. Pop moved down in his seat and
smiling at the Major, scratched his bollocks absent-mindedly `We seem to be
making good progress here'. Pop remarked.

 The two men continued to sift through the applications, they were now down
to thirty and had agreed that they would interview ten, twenty still had to
be discarded.  An hour and another large scotch later, they had reached
their target, the men had been sitting closely together, their legs
occasionally brushing each other. Major Moore could smell the heady odour
of soap and sweat from the younger man, he adjusted his cock to a more
comfortable position. Pop glanced quickly at the man's crotch; he increased
the pressure on the major's leg.

`Excuse me Major, I must take a leak, do you mind if I use your bathroom?'

`My dear Chap, help yourself'

The large coach left the desk and smiling at the Major again, crossed the
study to the adjoining bathroom. He quietly closed the door behind him.

 `Charlie' Moore watched the handsome man leave the room; he got up and
started to refill their glasses.

When Pop returned Charlie had moved over to sit in a comfortable armchair
at the side of the fire, he indicated to the coach that he should sit in
the matching chair the other side of the roaring log fire.


`It must have been a wonderful feeling to be such a huge sports star, how
are you getting on now that you are back down to earth with us mere
mortals?'

Pop laughed, `It was a bit hard at first' he admitted `but I am very happy
at Broomfield, I like my job and have always enjoyed a challenge'

`Even so' the old man continued `I remember you in your hay day, you really
were a magnificent player, my young grandson had all your posters covering
his bedroom walls, you and Take That, I seem to remember'

Pop laughed, `Not much difference, I wish I had a tenth of Robbie
Williams's money'

`Of course, but it was you that Martin used to jerk off to'

`Pardon?' said Pop exploding with laughter.

`It's true Pop, Martin's Dad Neil, my son, told me, Martin had a major
crush on you, he always used to have a boner on a Saturday afternoons when
they watched your games on television. As a matter of fact it was through
you that the men in our family became so close.'

`Would you care to expand on that' the handsome coach moved down in his
comfortable chair, his large fist idly adjusting his thickening cock.


Part 2. The Major's story.

As was their usual habit Jean, my daughter in law had taken my grand
daughter Sarah shopping for the afternoon while the men in the house
settled down to watch the sport on television. Neil would have been about
thirty then and his son Martin ten or so.

 Now if I say it myself Neil is pretty fine specimen himself, he is a big
chap, not like me, he takes after his mother's side of the family. He used
to play rugger too, at county level, he was usually Number Eight, so he is
no slouch, and has always kept himself fit since.

 Neil was well aware of the effect you had on his young son, he had noted
the boy tenting his shorts many times as they watched the games together
and lately he was sure he had heard Martin masturbating when he passed his
bedroom door at night. I must confess at this stage that there is a bit of
history of father /son sex in our family and my horny son was quite excited
at the thought of continuing the tradition..

 He had dressed casually, as he normally did on a Saturday, but when Jean
left to do her shopping, he took advantage of her absence by changing into
his oldest Jeans, the ones with a well worn crotch and tight enough to
emphasise his well rounded arse. Neil has always been aware of his natural
assets and my handsome son also put on a light short sleeved cotton summer
shirt, that he unbuttoned to display his broad hairy chest. Naturally he
had left off his underwear. To add to the raunchy appearance he put on the
old rugby boots he often wore to do the garden. He looked at himself in
Jean's full length mirror, was not unhappy with the result, his large prick
was semi erect and snaking invitingly down his right leg, for good measure
he rubbed it until a small amount of pre cum showed through the thin denim.

Martin was already in the `Den' when Neil entered the room. You and your
mates were singing the national anthem and the boy was already engrossed,
waiting for the close up of his young hero. Neil noticed that the video
player was switched to `record'. When your handsome face filled the screen,
the boy let out a small groan of lust, quietly fingering himself, Neil
watched out of the corner of his eye.

`Quite a crush you are developing on young Popavitch' he said smiling.

The boy went scarlet, studiously avoiding looking at his Dad; he stared
hard at the TV.

`Hey, it's all right son, it's perfectly natural to fantasise about these
so called stars, but just remember they are just ordinary men underneath,
just like your old Dad'

Neil moved his legs forward on the couch and leaning back, lewdly groped
the large bulge in his crotch. Martin stared at his Dad shyly.

Neil got up and walked across the room to get himslf a beer. Martin noticed
his father for what seemed the first time; he quickly took in his dad's
firm backside and strong chest with the dark matted chest hair showing
through the open shirt. His eyes widened as he became aware of Neil's large
dick lumping the thin jeans.

Neil sat down next to his son and pulled the boy's head on to his lap, the
position they always sat in while watching TV, the father slumped in his
seat and his young son lying across the sofa with his pretty blonde head in
his Daddy's lap. Neil's muscular arm rested casually on his ten-year-old
son's small chest.

`I can see why you like him though, he is a great looking bloke, when I was
your age I used to have crushes on sportsmen too' he added softly.

`Did you Dad, who did you like?'

`Do you know I can hardly remember now, but that's not the point, there are
always good looking guys around, sportsmen, pop stars, film stars but your
not very likely to meet them, so they are just there to wank over' Martin
couldn't believe that his Dad had said `Wank'. The boy reddened again.

Neil cursed himself for going too fast.

`I know you play with yourself son' Neil continued softly`and that's
perfectly natural too, I still do it and even your Grandfather does it'

`Grandfather wanks !' Martin blurted in surprise.

`Certainly he does, your Grandfather's got one of the biggest willies I've
ever seen

That's where you get yours from, all the Moores are well blessed in that
department.'

`Well, I'm not' Martin said hotly, `my Willie is still small, I wish it
would hurry up and grow'

Neil laughed, massaging his son's chest idly he let his hand slide between
the boy's legs and felt the small rock hard weenie.

Martin let out a groan at his Father's touch

`What's the matter Martin, do you like your Daddy rubbing you down there?'

`It feels great Dad, the boy spread his legs to give his father's hand more
freedom of movement.

Neil started to unbutton my grandson's flies on the small shorts,

`Your Grandpa used to do this to me when I was a boy, he taught me
everything about my body and now I am going to teach you, take your shorts
and pants off.'

Martin quickly kicked off his kit and lay down in his father's lap
again. Father and son watched the game silently for a moment with Neil
stroking the young prick, changing tactic he started to tickle the young
lads ballsac, he then moved his hand under the tight bollocks and rubbed
his large finger against his son's arsehole.

`Hey, that's my bottom' The boy protested.

`Relax Martin, having your arsehole massaged can be nicer than your Willie,
turn over for a bit and I'll show you'

The eager boy was soon lying face down in his father's lap; he considered
the large erection poking into him.

Neil wet his fingers in his mouth and started to slip a thick digit into
the young butt, Martin winced.

`Just relax your arsehole son and it won't hurt, you will start to feel the
pleasure, not the pain.' The boy did as he was told and a magical pleasant
warmth spread over his back passage, his erection seemed to grow even more.

Neil added another finger and continued to rub inside the ten-year-old
arse.

Neil's erection was now huge, and Martin felt it pushing into his face, he
rubbed it with his cheek.

`Daddy, will you show me your Willy?'

`Prick son, Prick or Dick when we are together, Willy is what little boys
have, you're my big boy now.'

Neil undid his jeans and pulled them down his strong legs.

`DAD!' The little boy's eyes saucered in wonder as the strong prick jerked
up savagely, leaving a trail of pre cum.

`Go on son, have a good feel of your Daddy's dick, it's just for you'

Martin nervously took his small hand and wrapped it around his father's
manhood as best he could. I did say Neil was a big lad and his prick is
about as wide as a beer can. The little boy knelt on the couch and used
both hands to wank his Father.

 `What's that stuff?' he piped looking at the jism leaking freely out of
the large shaft.

`It's called pre cum, it's natures way of making a lubricant, so I can put
it into your Mummy easily or even maybe you one day'

Martin couldn't see how his Daddy's prick could ever go into him, Neil said
not to worry about it today, there was plenty of time.

Neil took some of the precum and lifted it to his lips, his young son
watched him, fascinated. `It's good, do you want to taste?'  he said
scooping up some more and holding his finger to his son's young mouth.

Neil enthusiastically licked the large finger.

`Tastes nice Dad'

`As you've been such a good boy you can lick Daddy's cock now' Neil
invited.

The boy didn't need much persuasion and was soon kneeling over his Dad,
lapping the pre cum up as fast as he could.

Neil licked his fingers again and put them inside his son's velvety young
arse.

My son was offering instructions on dick sucking to his son, just as I had
with him twenty years before. The lad manfully opened his mouth as wide as
he could, and as his father told him, used his small tongue to tease the
tip of the shaft and lick around the knob head,

`Now boy, I am about to climax, my Dick is going to make some special
cream, if you liked the taste of the precum you'll love this. I want you to
drink as much of it as you can, it will make you big and strong and make
your prick big like mine, are you ready Martin?'

The boy nodded agreement, his face red, obstinately trying to stuff his
Dads prick into his sweet little mouth.

`That's it my boy, lick your Dads thick shaft, drink his love juice, take
it you little cocksucker' Neil shook with lust as he reached his first
explosive orgasm with his young son.

Martin did very well, Neil told me later, he managed to catch most of the
salty milk in his mouth and then happily licked what he had missed off his
Father's chest and belly.


Part 3.

Pop had his large cock out of his trousers and had been gently masturbating
as the old Major told his story,

`Christ what a bloody hot tale' The handsome coach was almost panting with
lust. The Major got up from his chair and kneeling before the rugby player
added,

`And that is how you were responsible for bringing my family together'

The horny sixty five-year-old swiftly took Pop's long shaft into his hungry
mouth and relieved the coach of a massive orgasm. He thirstily drank all
the man's thick spunk. His grandson would have been proud.

Pop had adjusted hid trousers and tidied himself a little. The Major wiped
his mouth with a large spotted handkerchief. Both men were finishing their
drinks when Charlie fished into his inside jacket pocket and removed his
wallet. He took a photograph out and handed it to the rugged man, `That's
Martin, taken on holiday last year' Pop glanced at the photograph and took
a double take at the picture of a handsome young man with blonde hair
laughing into the camera, the coach was surprised to see that the youth was
wearing nothing more than a golden tan and a large erection.

`Bloody gorgeous, and this hunk used to wank over my picture!' He handed
the picture back,

`I wonder if he would still be interested!'

`Well Pop, that's the strange thing. Martin has just completed his training
at Loughborough College, his main ambition in life is to become a school
sports coach.'

The two men smiled at each other,

`Charlie, I think you better get the lad here for an interview'


Two weeks later Pop was waiting for Martin Moore to arrive for the
interview, the coach had been fantasising about the day for so long that
the last hour before the two o'clock appointment seemed to take forever.

 The horny coach had deliberated for days what to wear to look his best,
smart blazer and tight slacks, sweats with plenty of dick showing, t shirt
and shorts, plenty of muscular leg showing, in the end he thought of the
perfect solution. Martin had always fantasised about Pop the international,
that's what he would wear, his old English kit.

 He knew the boy wouldn't want to see him clean and tidy, so he arranged an
impromptu training session with half a dozen of the boys from the first
team, and went through tackling practice. The lads were soon into it and
were hurtling themselves around the pitch and he and his boys were all
getting nicely covered in mud and sweat. While the boys hit the showers in
the changing room, Pop went into his office and removed his jock strap, he
wanted to hang loose for the interview.

At ten to two Charlie brought his grandson into Pop's office and introduced
the two attractive men, the large coach offered the well proportioned young
man a big paw to shake, and offered him a seat. Charlie excused himself and
said he would be back in an hour.

He smiled to himself as he left the room; he understood what Pop was up to,
dressed in all his finery.

Martin smiled at the older man confidently. `Mr Popavitch, before we start
the interview, can I just say what an honour it is to meet you, I've been a
big fan for years, ask my Granddad, I'm not bullshitting, I used to have
pictures of you all over my bedroom wall when I was a kid'

`So I gather ` smiled Pop `Me and Robbie Williams, I'm told'

`Ah, well, yes, Robbie is still up there I'm afraid'

Both men laughed,

`Well I can't blame you for that, he IS a bit of a hunk' Martin smiled
quizzically at the brawny coach, he wasn't quite sure how to answer.

`Er yes, he is' he trailed off lamely.

Pop read the boy's CV, for the upteenth time, it was very impressive and
even if Martin hadn't been the Bursar's grandson, he would have been on the
short list for the job.

`Gymnastics?' questioned Pop,

`Yes, I was on the British junior team, I might have progressed further but
I shot up at fourteen and was soon too tall. When I broadened out a bit I
wanted to follow your footsteps so I took up rugger again, and have been
playing for Worcestershire firsts the last couple of years. I have also
played Cricket at county level, I'm regularly in the top five on the ladder
at my squash club, I've got a ten handicap at golf and I'm a bloody good
swimmer. Er I mean I have all the usual certificates and stuff, look Sir I
hope you don't think I'm showing off, but I really want this job. I've
fancied coaching young lads for years, I really think I will be good at it,
I get on well with boys, they...they always seem to want to do their
best for me.'

`That's fine Martin I don't think you're showing off, it always pays to
show your natural attributes' Pop stretched his legs apart and felt his
dick through the soft cotton shorts, looking right into Martin's pretty
blue eyes. The boy looked away quickly, blushing slightly.

Pop got up from his chair and moved around the desk, he stood in front of
the young man, crossing his legs so that the bulge in his shorts jutted
forward. The boy stared mesmerised at the large brown muscular legs, he
could see small black hairs disappearing up the guy's shorts, he looked
pleadingly into the handsome face and the smiling brown eyes.

`Don't play with me Pop, I know, you know I've fancied you for years, and
yes I probably am gay, and if that is a problem to you, I'll go now.

`Martin, steady on, don't get upset lad' Pop crouched down and rubbed the
boys leg `Your qualifications are superb, but you and I will be working
closely together, I want to be sure we will get on well'

Pop leant forward and pulling the boys face to his pressed their lips
together, he pushed his large tongue down Martin's throat giving the boy a
slow French kiss.

`As for being gay, I don't think that will be a problem Martin, more of an
asset actually'

Pop loosened the young mans tie and started to undo the buttons of his
shirt, his strong hands then began to undo the lad's belt and he eased his
zip down, he stood the boy up and quickly pulled his trousers and underwear
down, exposing beautiful muscular legs.

Purring gently in Martin's ear, Pop told him of the fun that they could
have together training the young men, watching their bodies develop and
building their muscles, improving their sporting abilities and when they
were ready...fucking the arses off them' All the time he was talking he
continued to strip the young man, until the boy was completely naked, his
fat eight inch dick, fully erect, leaking pre cum.

Pop moved to take his Rugby shirt off, `No Pop' the boy stopped him, `What'
surely Martin wasn't going to turn him down,

`Pop please keep your kit on, fuck me in your English strip, Christ I've
fantasised about this since I was ten years old for God's sake'

The naked boy sank to his knees in front of his idol and hungrily began to
chew on Pop's erection through the old cotton shorts.

Charlie wasn't surprised to find the large coach ramming his grandson's
backside when he quietly walked into Pop's office without knocking. The old
guy stood fingering his growing prick as he saw the look of delight on his
handsome grandson's face, he quickly moved across the room and climbing on
to the desk fed his grandson his erect dick. `Look's like the boys got the
job then', he said to the coach, Pop climaxed another load of cum into his
new young assistant's arse, `If he can keep this up, then we're not paying
him enough!!'


To be continued...

If you enjoy my story, write and let me know, encouragement is always
appreciated. If you have any school tales of your own, I would like to hear
about them, I could include them in Danny's adventures.

John
zazaza@madasafish.com