Date: Tue, 31 Jan 2023 14:55:00 -0500
From: Stockman <stockman334@gmail.com>
Subject: Mike Loves Cum 13

Mike Loves Cum 13


By STOCKMAN




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Ron pulled me to his lap.  "I'm so glad you're good with my clients,
Mike.  Imagine, Les wanting to suck you off because he's impressed how
handsome you are!  And you are, you know.  Handsome and willing to please
others.  A wonderful combination, Mike."


He caressed my hair.  "Oh, sir, it feels so good. I'm more used to
sucking than getting sucked. It felt so good.  It feels so good with a
cock in my mouth, I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt the other way
around."


Ron caressed my face.  "And he went deep, didn't he?"  He gently
pushed two fingers into my mouth, almost to my throat. I sucked his
fingers for a moment then responded.


"God, yes. Almost all the way."  I was caressing Ron's chest, enjoying
his manly chest hair.  We were quiet for a while.  I so enjoyed feeling
his chest, combing his thick body hair, then his belly, all that hair.
Then down to his pubes. I caressed it all. I loved touching him.
Finally, I stroked his cock. He wasn't hard. I stroked his cock a few
times, then stroked his big balls. Ron gave me full access. I enjoyed
touching my boss, my master.  I looked up, he was asleep.


I continued to gently touch him, to caress him. His big soft cock, his
big low hanging nuts, his hairy man hole.  It all felt so good. I didn't
want to leave so kept touching for many minutes.  His armpits felt so
soft. He has hair everywhere I noted.  Even his kind face with its
unshaved stubble, felt so good.


My head was pressed at his chest, absent-mindedly licking his chest
hair.  I look at his eyes, just opening.  I smiled. I felt so wonderful,
so protected.  "Thank you sir. Thank you for taking such good care of
me."


"And thank YOU," he smiled back.  "You did so good with the frat
boys."


"Especially Blue," I told him.  He really liked that I swallowed his
big dick."


"All of it?" Ron asked.


"Thanks to you and Mr. Thornton, I was able to take his 10 inches.  And
it felt so good in my mouth. So filling. And his cum tasted so so good."


Ron hugged me.  "A perfect houseboy! Handsome, big cock, great
cocksucker. What more can a master want?"


"And my cooking?"


"Ugh, you're right.  Just a near-perfect houseboy."


"Blue says his cock is too big for his girlfriend. I think he hinted I
should fuck her."  I gently stroked Ron's big cock some more.


Ron giggled. "Can you do that?"


"I...I don't know. I've never even seen a girl naked. Except on film.
I kind of like naked men, to tell the truth."


"I've fucked many women, Mike. Fucked my ex a thousand times. And now a
few men.  You gotta want to fuck for it to work.  If you're not ready,
even with your perfect cock, then don't put yourself into a position to
regret the effort.  They'll be a time when fucking a pussy makes sense
for you. Don't be in any rush."


"That's such good advice, sir. Thank you.  I'm not sure if he really
means it anyway. But it's sure nice to hear someone say how he likes my
cock more than his."


I kept combing fingers through Ron's belly and pubic hairs.  It felt so
nice, so comfortable.  We were quiet again, just relaxing.  Ron's cock
had hardened. Would he want me to suck him? I wasn't sure what to do.
Then I felt pressure at my head.  Ron was pushing me down.


"Houseboy, it's time to suck cock," Ron directed.


"Yes SIR," I answered with a smile.


In no rush, I spent the next 20 minutes, slowly, very slowly sucking 9
inch cock. It felt wonderful on my tongue, in my full mouth and even down
my throat.  I kept looking at my master, assuring his pleasure.  After 15
minutes or so, he suddenly stood to begin pounding my mouth.  "Good
cocksucker, oh so good, cocksucker," he moaned as he rammed my face with
his big cock. When he was ready, I grasped his heavy balls, and swallowed
all his sperm.  So delicious!


When he was done, he wiped his cock over my face. "Good houseboy," he
moaned.



The phone rang. Ron quickly answered it. I busied myself cleaning up.


Ron watched me brushing off the big club chairs. "That was Les.  Seems
the assistant wrestling coach dropped by the Dungeon.  Les told him about
you. The coach is willing to see if you're college wrestling material.
But the school sports complex is closed.  He's willing to come here.
Want to meet him?"


"Uh...uh sure. But am I good enough?  And is dad ok with it?"


"Your dad told me he hoped you'd pursue it after high school, so I'm
sure he's ok.  Les says the coach can be here at 2:00.  Heck, you don't
have to decide anything, just have him check you out.  What do'ya say?"



I was suddenly frightened.  What if I'm not very good?  "I..I don't
want to take away from my duties again, sir."


"Let me decide about your duties, boy." He sounded stern.  "Good to
learn if you're qualified.  But with your body, I bet you'd do well.
Let's let the coach decide."


I felt better that Ron was making the decision. "Yes, sir," I said
meekly.


Ron had me drag out two old mats from the storage area.  Pretty beat up,
but it'll do.


The doorbell rang at 2:10.  "Be on the ball," Ron ordered. I quickly
donned my `door shorts' to greet a muscular man of perhaps 24 or 25
years of age. His T-shirt blazoned `State Wrestling' in the school
colors.  "Hi. I'm Dave Lewis.  I'm looking for Mike, you Mike?"  I
led him to the Lower Level, where Ron was just donning his own shorts.


"Vegas?" Dave asked, noting the sign.


Ron laughed. "What happens in Vegas..."


"Sounds good.  Do you have mats here in Vegas?"


Ron led us to the open area near his club chairs.  "This do?"


"Good." He looked at me closely. His gaze went from head to toe. "Turn
around." He looked at me from the back. "OK," he said as he explained
to Ron. "If he doesn't have the body, he'll never make it.  Looks ok,
let's get a singlet on."


"I have one at home from last year. It might be a bit small..."


"No need, I brought one from the lost and found. Might also be a bit
small.," Dave told us.


It looked really small. And washed out. I took it and turned to lower my
shorts.


"No need to be shy, Mike," Dave said quickly. I struggled to get the
singlet on under Dave's gaze.  "Yeah, it's tight," he agreed. I
finally got the straps pulled over my shoulders, but it pulled the crotch
tight to my nuts.


Ron laughed. "Mike's voice is gonna be really high after this."


Mike pulled out another singlet from his gym bag and quickly put it on.
He had dropped his shorts and put on the singlet without turning away. I
got a quick glimpse of his dick, a fat 4 inch soft cock over average
sized tight balls. I was glad he didn't put on a jock as I didn't have
one either. I remember my high school coach required a jock, but not
Dave.  His singlet formed to his body properly. I could see the outline
of his penis clearly.


I looked down at my very tight singlet. My own cock was clearly
outlined.  But more than outlined, it was almost visible through the worn
fabric.  I started getting hard. Oh no...


"OK let's get into Referee's position," Dave instructed.


With me on all fours, Dave's arm around me, I started to move. It came
naturally, Dave didn't try too hard and quickly I got an escape.
"Excellent," Dave exclaimed. We repeated the action with me on top, and
I quickly got Dave in a takedown.  "Excellent," Dave exclaimed again. I
felt proud but could feel my cock in the small uniform.  I was nearly
hard!


Dave looked at me then at Ron. "Boy has the moves. Might do well in the
real trials with Coach Maselli.  Let's try some more"


We then returned with me in the bottom position.  Dave now took stronger
control. When I tried to escape, he grabbed onto my crotch, holding me
there as I struggled. And then he squeezed. My cock was rigid. Dave
squeezed more. It felt so good.


"Someone likes wrestling," he giggled, continuing to rub my shaft
through the thin material.


I could hear Ron giggling as well. Embarrassing!


Dave didn't stop rubbing my cock through the singlet.  "Glad you're
liking the close contact, Mike.  Makes for good practices."


"Mike will DEFINITELY like the practices," Ron agreed.


Dave said, "OK, MIke. We need to get a closer look at you. Let's drop
the uniform. Doesn't fit anyway."  He quickly pulled down the shoulder
straps and then the shorts. It felt so good without the pressure on my
balls, but I was now naked in front of this coach and of course Ron.
"No need to be embarrassed, Mike. Our wrestlers tend to hang out nude
pretty much."


"I need to get a close look at Mike," Dave said to Ron. "OK?"  Ron
nodded. His decision, not mine.


He started at my head. His fingers ran through my hair, examining my
scalp.  Felt nice as he mussed my hair. He ran fingers across my
forehead, gently feeling my skin. Then around to my ears, poking fingers
inside.  "Nice Mike," he said so softly. His fingers touched, it felt
like a caress, around my eyes, my nose. He pushed a finger into each
nostril. "Nice, Mike." I inhaled that finger, such an intimate
gesture.


He used his thumb to feel my lips, caressing them for several seconds
before pushing his thumb inside my mouth. "Suck my thumb, Mike," he
ordered, as I used my tongue to caress this finger.  He then pushed two
middle fingers into my mouth. It felt really nice to suck them for
several more seconds. We stared at each other as I sucked his fingers
obediently.


Finally Dave dragged his fingers lower. He examined my neck carefully,
feeling from back to my throat. "Healthy, Mike," he said softly. Then
my chest, carefully feeling my pecs, outlining the shape as he went.  He
squeezed both nipples, as I whooshed in mild pain. Dave just smiled.


"Lift your right arm, Mike," Dave instructed.  "Very manly, Mike," he
said when he saw my thick pit hair.  He gently ran a few fingers through
that hair, feeling it all around. He pressed into the pit, feeling
inside.  "Healthy," he said as he then combed his knuckles through the
hair.


"Now the left." He repeated the action again. I found I really enjoyed
how he combed my pit hair, feeling all the hair I have.  "Really nice,
Mike. Very manly." I couldn't help but feel a bit of pride.


He felt my shoulders carefully, squeezing from my neck down to my arms.
He kept repeating how nice it was.  He felt my biceps, pressing into them
to feel their size. "Make a muscle." I did as he pressed into the
length of each of my biceps and around to my triceps.  "Good Mike," he
repeated. He looked at Ron. "Great for high school, might need work for
college wrestling."


He went lower onto my arms, feeling all the way, pressing his hands as he
went. He reached my hands, feeling each one carefully. He stroked each
finger individually, first with the right, then the left. He again looked
into my eyes as he gently pulled each finger. Then he intertwined his
fingers with mine. "Really nice, Mike, good strong hands," he
whispered.  Needless to say my cock was throbbing.


He started on my feet, pressing gently into my soles and then my toes.
He gently felt each toe of both feet. His fingers felt between each toe,
carefully stroking each space.  My cock was dripping, I never felt
anything like that. His actions were so slow, so gentle that I closed my
eyes in my enjoyment of his touch.


Slowly he worked his way up my calves, pressing into my legs carefully.
Then my knees, examining each one. He rotated each knee assessing its
strength.  Then my quads, squeezing fully.  He reached back for my
hamstrings, squeezing them fully. I looked down to see his face right at
my groin as he felt the hammies.


"Strong, Mike," he whispered as he looked up past my very hard penis to
my eyes.


"Time to check the privates. He touched my nuts. "Low hangers," he
commented. Gently, very gently, he caressed each nut before squeezing
them tightly. "He has impressive low hangers, Ron. Gonna make a lot of
baby batter."  He continued to caress my balls for a couple of long
minutes. It felt so so good!


Ron spoke up. "Uh, I think I should leave you two to your evaluation."

"Please stay, Ron, please.  You're needed to assure nothing
inappropriate occurs."  Dave was reaching back behind my balls,  feeling
the sensitive area there, as I moaned. It felt so good.  My cock
continued to drip, now dripping all over Dave's arm.


Ron laughed. "Yeah gotta make sure nothing's inappropriate." I saw his
own cock was hard, standing out its full 9 inches.  His shorts were off.


Dave moved his hands from my balls to my pubes.  "Thick man hair," he
commented as his fingers combed through my hair. "Soft and dense, not a
typical combination." He spread hair from each position, looking inside
carefully.  "Nice and healthy, Mike. Should be proud." He kept combing
my hair, pulling some strands its full length. "Very healthy," he
repeated looking up at me. My cock continued to leak. I was having
trouble not cumming.


He reached up to feel my abs. "This is what makes a strong wrestler, not
to mention help a penis look big and strong, Mike.  Rock hard abdominal
muscles. You have good abs going. Good for wrestling as well as for your
cock image. Keep doing sit-ups. He caressed all around my belly and abs.
Felt so good!


"Time to finally look at your penis, Mike. And a nice one it is, don't
you think so Ron? What 7 inches?" Dave caressed my cock, my hard
throbbing cock.  "Stands straight, hard teen cock, right Ron?" He
caressed my cock so perfectly, making a fist to spread my leakage all
over my shaft. I couldn't take it, I was about to pop.  Dave saw this
and quickly removed his hand. He then pulled my slit open, looking at my
urethra. Drops of pre quickly bubbled up, Dave captured a drop onto his
finger and tasted it.  "Sweet, Mike. Just as I expected."


"Turn around Mike, gonna check out your ass, ok?" He quickly turned me
and began caressing my cheeks. "Beautiful bubble butt, Mike," he
complimented, squeezing my ass with both of his strong hands. He pulled
the cheeks apart. "Man, you have a beautiful hole, Mike, don't you
think so, Ron?"


Ron laughed again. "Yeah, but you're not the first to see that.
Several others have told Mike he has a perfect ass."


"That he does," Dave agreed, keeping my cheeks spread. "Have any oil
or lube here, Ron," Dave asked. "Gonna have to look inside this
beautiful boy-hole."


"Um, we don't want..." Ron sounded concerned. I still have several
hours to go before I can get fucked.


"Not gonna do anything inappropriate, Ron. Just a finger. Gotta feel
inside, trust me."


It felt so wonderful as Dave lubed my hole.  I couldn't help but
repeatedly moan out loud. Dave added more and more lube.  "He's so
tight, Ron," Dave was saying as I moaned again and again. My feet were
above my head so both men could see my boy-hole. "Beautiful tight
hole," Dave repeated. I felt a finger slowly enter.


"Uh oh," I moaned as just the tip of Dave's finger entered.


"Boy's clearly a virgin, so tight." Dave kept pushing deeper. I could
feel him twisting that finger as he penetrated deeply.  Suddenly I felt
what seemed to be an electric shock.


"Found it!" Dave announced.  He turned to Ron.  "Boy's love button,
his prostate, is really deep inside." I could see Ron nodding, trying
hard not to smile. He's trying hard not to reveal he knows my prostate
really well, I thought. But it felt so good, so fantastic.


Dave kept patting my prostate with his finger. I was squirming in
ecstasy. "Great love button, Mike," Dave said, torturing me with his
finger. "Feels good, huh?" he laughed.  Using his other hand, he
grasped my spasming cock. One stroke at bam!   I must have shot 8 jets of
cum all over my body, two shots hit my neck. Dave's arm was soaked in
cum.


I was exhausted.  Dave finally let me go. Ron told me later that Dave
then licked my cum off his arm, even took some from my chest to taste.
"Sweet," he said.



A few minutes later, we were sharing bottles of water, lounging on the
club chairs.  I was at Ron's feet, still naked. Dave and Ron were
dressed.  "I gotta leave in a minute," Dave said, addressing Ron, "but
I wanted to explain some things about State's wrestling program. Mike
clearly has enough skills for Coach Maselli to accept him into the
program and his body is in great shape.  He also appears willing to take
coaching and direction. That's important for all student athletes.
Coaches want boys, young men, to do what they're told and to learn.
Mike needs to learn a lot about college wrestling. And also about working
well with his teammates.  Come here, Mike. Sit on my lap to hear this
part, it's really important."


I sat on Dave's lap, allowing him to spread my legs over the armrests.
He addressed me. "If you want to be a great competitor, you might want
to get a head start. Work on your biceps, triceps, chest.  Your legs are
in great shape, but you should add a series of squats to strengthen your
hamstrings and glutes."  He paused a few seconds, taking the time to
spread my legs even further, pressing his hands into my inner thighs.  He
started to speak again, but more softly. I felt a finger pressing along
my boy-hole lips.


"But there is another part of our program, one that is not discussed,
but very real.  Wrestling is a tough sport, with a lot of tension,
especially during a hard match.  Our team has found a way to relieve that
tension." He pressed his finger deep into my hole.  I moaned out loud.
"Let Ron see what I'm doing, Mike. Our team is very open. We use our
holes to please each other as often as we can.  We're eager for our
teammates and coaches to watch us enjoying each other. We're naked
frequently as we enjoy each other's bodies. Can you be comfortable with
that Mike?  There are a few members of the team that aren't comfortable,
but most are. Especially since there's little time for girlfriends
between schoolwork, fraternity responsibilities and team practices and
matches."


Amazingly my cock was hard again. I groaned as Dave again found my love
button. This time he openly grabbed my cock and jerked me several times
until I again came into his hand.  Again Dave licked his hand and
proceeded to scoop up all my cum to consume.  He looked at Ron. "Love
the taste of this stuff," he told us.


He hugged me tight. "Mike, you're so tight inside. You have a beautiful
butt and guys are gonna want to play with it. So before school starts, if
you want to play back, you need to open up a bit. I suggest you get
fucked. Several times. Maybe start with your dad. That's how I got
started. My dad is still my favorite fuck.  Try a butt plug. That works
for some. So if you want to play with your teammates, get your boy-pussy
open."


I just nodded. I couldn't tell him I've been fucked maybe 8 times.
Heck, I got fucked four times just yesterday.  And clearly Ron didn't
want to offer the information. So I just nodded.


"And another thing. Perhaps unneeded to say, but to avoid any doubt.
You sucked my fingers very well. I took that to mean you've sucked cock.
I hope so. It's great to be a good cocksucker on the team.  It so helps
to relieve tension.  There are no fights on our team even after
practicing against each other all the time. Coach Maselli and I believe
it's because we've sucked each other's cocks so often.  So work at
becoming a great cocksucker, if you're not already."  Dave was
accentuating his advice by playing with my soft cock and balls.  It felt
so good.  Especially to be told to suck cock and get fucked.  And to do
it openly.


Ron was silent for a few moments.  It must have been a shock to hear this
advice.  Finally he responded.  "Thanks, Dave, I'm sure that's good
advice.  I'll have to discuss this with Mike's dad.  Cliff's a good
father, and wants to do the best for Mike. But it's his decision."


Dave took another few strokes of my dick and my balls. "Then we're done
here. I'll report back to Coach Masilli. It's all good."


And as we were leaving, we again saw the sign. "And just like you guys,
we practice the Vegas motto." He glanced again at my naked dick. "Hope
to see you again, Mike. Remember to get fucked," he said with a smile.


I guess I looked a bit sad when he left.  Ron looked at me, questioning.
"He got to taste my cum, but I didn't get his," I explained.


"Let's fix that." Ron ran to the door just as Dave rang it.


"I forgot the singlets."


"Perfect," Ron answered. "I just realized I was not a good host.  We
have a great shower at the Lower Level, but I didn't offer you one.
We're gonna jump in if you want to join."


Dave thought for a sec.  "Great idea. I could use one."


Ron stripped his shorts off quickly. "Help Coach Dave with his shorts,
Mike. He's our guest."


Dave laughed as I dropped to my knees to strip his shorts, getting to see
his coach dick closely. A solid four inches, fat, still soft.  It was
surrounded by a thick patch of wiry brown hair. The hair extended up
about 2 inches above his dick and all the way across from thigh to
thigh.  Ron's patch also goes thigh to thigh, but a good 4 inches above
his dick.


Dave's cock seemed to be hardening at my gaze. "Look good?" Dave
asked.


I felt my face blushing. "I..I'm sorry, coach. I shouldn't be staring
at another guy's junk."


"Of course you should, Mike. Enjoy looking at my cock. It'll help you
with your wrestling buds. Some really nice cocks there. Long, fat cocks
for a guy to enjoy."


Ron interjected, "How `bout you soap up Dave the way you do me in the
morning?" He turned to Dave, "Mike does a really good job getting me
clean inside and out."


"Sounds perfect, Mike. Give me a good wash." Dave seemed eager.


I started at his face, quickly soaping his neck, then chest, then rock
hard stomach. God he's built, I thought.


"Those are my abs, Mike. Keep rubbing them clean."


I followed orders, massaging his abs before drifting lower to his groin,
washing his beautiful pubes carefully.  I finally reached his cock. Eight
inches, I thought.  Beautiful cock. I washed his cock carefully, stroking
the cock with tenderness. I loved the feel of his manly penis and hairy
balls.  His cock seemed to point to the sky. He was enjoying my wash.
His cock sure looked good to me.


"Inside and out," Ron said.  I got his message.


Dave turned as I washed his ass.  So muscular!  Tight cheeks. I ran a
soapy hand into his crack.  "Good boy, get me clean."


I washed his crack several times, making sure it was clean from top to
below his tight balls. I slowed down around his pucker, washing it
carefully.  I looked at his star. It looked tight, but when I pressed a
finger in it opened easily.  "Ahh feels good," Dave moaned..


I soaped my fingers again, then pressed two into his hole. "Ah, really
good, Mike. You're learning.  Clean me good."  I pressed my fingers
deep into his hole, almost fucking it as I stroked back and forth.


Dave was stroking his cock.  Eight inch cock looked so good to me.  The
soap ran off as I licked the head.  "Woah, Mike. I guess you really are
a cocksucker."


"I'm really new, sir."


"Well you'll really enjoy it."


I engulfed his penis, getting the head and an inch beyond.  I sucked back
and forth for just a minute.


Dave moaned. "Gonna pop soon.  You've been torturing me for a while,
Mike. Ready for man- cream?"


Was I ever. I placed my mouth over this stud's cock and waited. But Dave
knew where to go. In a few strokes, he was creaming me. Forehead, eyes,
cheeks and lips.  I backed away from the shower to enjoy the cum.  As he
screamed in orgasm, I moaned in joy.  I so love cum!


mtc

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