Date: Tue, 21 Feb 2023 18:38:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: Guy <feastbuddy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Doing my swimming coach part 2

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Doing My Swimming Coach Part 2
Twiz had me against the shower wall, water streaming down on the both of
us. My ball sack was in his hand and my hand was on his thick, uncut
cock. The burning oil was a distant memory as Twiz massaged my balls and
reached out with his other hand to stroke my now, fully erect cock.
'Damn Mike - you're one fine lad', he said as we grappled one another's
cocks. 'You were a fine lad then and a fine lad now'
I was in absolute heaven. The very man I had spent hours stroking about
underneath the covers and now, I was about to kneel before and suck his
massive cock.
Thinking back to all those times I got a tiniest glimpse of a bulge or
almost saw him slip out of his swimsuit after practice when walking into
his office and he'd left the door to the staff shower room open a crack.
How I had longed to walk in there and join him and look at me now....
about to fulfil that very fantasy.
Sinking to my knees, I looked up and kept eye contact with Twiz.
'Go on lad, you know you want to', he said with a feverish look in his
eyes.
The steam and water had soaked his hair, making it slick with water as he
brushed it back over his head - he looked like a God and Gods needed to
be worshipped.
My hand could barely fit all the way around the girth of his thick, hard
cock. I slid the foreskin back and watched as a fine, glistening head
pulsated in front of me. Little spiderweb strands dribbled out of his
piss slit and slid down to the floor, precum oozing out of his cock as I
stroked it.
I tentatively slid the tip of his cock in my mouth before sliding my
tongue all around the slit, tasting his manly salty, sweet precum in my
mouth. Twiz let out a little moan.
'Mmmmm', a grumble deep in his chest declared his pleasure of my simple
ministrations.
I opened my mouth a little wider and slid the whole head of his cock in
my mouth - to the joyous sound of more gravel like groaning, encouraging
me to take more. I sucked on the fat cock head in my mouth and used my
hand to follow the movements of my mouth, with each stroke taking a
little more, deeper and deeper between my hot, willing lips.
Twiz reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling on it
playfully and gently but with encouragement to suck his cock with a
faster rhythm to which I could only oblige.
At one point, I relinquished control completely and reached up with both
hands and pinched on his nipples. This was met with a gasp at first then
a loud sigh and, 'fuck yeah!' he said as he continued to fuck my face.
I reached down with one hand and stroked my own cock and with the other,
feel his tight abs and tug gently on his pubes.
I could have done this for hours, but felt Twiz's strong hands reach down
and grab my shoulders, guiding me as I stood up.
It was his turn to sink down on his knees and take stock of my own hard
cock.
He gazed at it while grabbing it with one hand and moved it to one side,
leaning in and smelling my smoothly shaved groin and licking around my
cock base before sliding his hot mouth downwards and lapping at my low
hanging ball sack.
I let out a loud moan and Twiz's eyes caught my own. A cheeky twinkle was
echoed by the curve of one side of his mouth - I think he was enjoying
this as much as me. He lapped and sucked on one ball, taking it into his
mouth and swirling it around before giving it a gentle tug and moving
onto the other. The cheeky man even tried to get both of them and the
sack into his mouth but mine were fuller than most and he found this a
challenge.
He moved up and in one swift move, deep throated my entire cock - all the
way to the hilt, down the hatch and as far as it would go.
This sudden move made my body arch and I found myself standing on the
balls of my feet, my hips thrusting in to meet his greedy mouth and bury
my cock as deep as I could down his willing throat.
Gagging a little, he withdrew my cock and grasped it with one meaty fist,
stroking it with the thick spit that originated from deep down his own
throat.
Taking a moment to recover himself he just stroked my cock, looking
longingly at it from one side then the other.
Damn, that felt good.
I looked down and was so turned on to see that even he was stroking his
own fat cock that sat between thick thighs - muscular and strong from
years of physical exercise.
Twiz seized my cock in his mouth once more and sucked it hard - I could
feel more blood engorging to the head and filling out the mushroom shape,
while his hand limited the blood flow from returning. Slurping, he licked
over my cock head and with each stroke, slid his hand up and down the
shaft, slowly releasing his grip and the blood subsiding.
I was edging with every stroke, bursting to release wads of cum down his
throat but not wanting to do so as it may have ended this heavenly union
- something I certainly did not want to happen!

Twiz slowed down and finally stopped stroking my cock and slowly stood
up.
We stood very close together under the jets of warm water and just
studied each other. His eyes and jawline and his chest were all that I
had dreamed of and more. And there was more.
Twiz's wandering hands slowly made their way back to my ass and started
massaging my hole.
He had that cheeky glint in his eye again as he looked at me and said,
'So, Mike.... my cock is hard for some hole to fuck. How about it?'
My look was equally as cheeky as I eagerly nodded and looked around for
something to lube things up.
Twiz reached deftly behind him and pressed on the soap dispenser on the
wall, filling his hand with soap with which he stroked his bobbing cock
and reached around to gently slide a finger, then two up my ass.
It felt good.
The steam, the hot water, the soap on his hands and finger all made me
relax and throw myself into the whole scenario.
Twiz ran his hands down my arms, to my waist and with one powerful step,
spun me around. I was a little shocked to end up spreadeagle on the tiled
wall, but slid my hands down to the metal pipe channelling water around
the shower room and lifted my ass for him to see.
Taking time to inspect my ass I heard Twiz grunt with approval.
He slid two then three lubed fingers inside my ass to prepare me for his
thick, beercan monster to enter my tight fuckhole.
Just his fingers were so satisfying, I let out a guttural moan and
reached down to stroke my throbbing cock.
My swim coach was going to fuck me and DAMN, I was ready for it!
I could feel Twiz straighten up and move forward, his thighs and ball
sack touching my hamstrings and he slapped the small of my back with his
hard cock. He took a small step back and slid the tip of his cock between
my cheeks and down to my willing hole.
I raised my hips and braced myself for the moment he crowned.
Ever so slowly, with gentle strokes, Twiz entered my ass. At first, bit
by bit of the head, then pushed a little harder, crowning his beautiful
cock head before sliding in every one of his long, thick inches into my
ass. Gasping initially with the invasion, it quickly subsided and Twiz
frog stepped a little closer to really get every inch of his cock into
me.
I distracted myself by stroking my own cock with one hand and gripping
the metal pipe with the other as I calmed myself and relaxed my abs.
Twiz paused for a moment before beginning small strokes. Pain quickly
turned to pleasure and he realised that the worst had passed. Twiz's
rhythm started to speed up and he grabbed onto my hips as he started
plunging his cock in and out of my man cunt.
My cock had slackened with the initial pain but now was finding its
second wind, firming up with the pleasure of being fucked by this coach -
something I had wanted for years and years.
I couldn't help myself when I threw my head back and shouted, 'Yeah Mr P,
fuck me.... fuck me.... fuck me HARD!'
And with that, Twiz really started banging my ass. I could feel every
stroke going deeper and deeper and his low, floppy ball sack slapping
against my own.
I was stroking my own cock and with every one of Twiz's thrusts, trying
to hold in the rising orgasm and I knew was going to blast the wall down
once it came.
Twiz pounded me harder and harder and I shouted 'more!' at every thrust.
'Fuck me sir! Fuck me!' I shouted as Twiz leant forward and grabbed a
handful of my hair and rode me like a bucking bronco.
I couldn't hold it anymore - my balls were about to burst and with Twiz
pounding my ass, I was pretty sure that there would be little left of the
shower room, or my ass, by the time we both blew our loads.
I was just about to shout that I was going to blow when there was a voice
at the door and a steamy face that was looking in on us.
Fuck.... it was Mr Chan, the gymnastics teacher.

Horny? Blew a load (like I did as this real event now strays into
fiction), email me. Feastbuddy@yahoo.com