Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2001 01:35:37 EST
From: TomGTongue@aol.com
Subject: RIM SHOTS (Part Two)

STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY

I want to thank those of you who sent me emails after part one of this
series was printed. This is my first effort at an erotic tale, and I'm
very happy that my words have created the "desired" effect in my
audience.


RIM SHOTS (Part Two)


From Tommy's Tongue


After our final sloppy kiss, Doc and I pulled apart reluctantly; we
agreed to meet at my house at 8 p.m. to continue my physical. To say
that it was "hard" to leave his office that morning would be an
understatement.

I jumped into my Jeep and just made it to school and my homeroom as the
final bell was ringing. My best pal, Joe, was looking at me strangely as
I sat down in my desk behind him.

"Hey, TG, you look like the cat that ate the canary. What's causing you
to smile like that?" he asked.

I didn't even realize that I was smiling. "I dunno...just in a good
mood this morning, I guess."

Joe and I are really close. We've been best friends since sixth grade
when we played summer league football together. We did the sleepover
thing, campouts, experimenting with cigarettes, pot, beer and other
"adult beverages," double dating -- all those coming of age activities --
together. We even lost our virginity on the same night -- in the same
car! There were no secrets between us. This morning's sexual romp with
the Doc would have to be a first.

Joe and I were the starting wide receivers on our school's football
team. We were a formidable pair, and we were hoping to both get
scholarships to play at the Sate U the following year. While we were
evenly matched size-wise -- six feet, 180 pounds, muscular -- the
similarities ended there. Joe has jet-black hair, brown eyes, and a
light coat of hair on his chest, legs and his ass.

Speaking of asses, he was leaning forward in his desk, whispering to
Sally Connors in the seat ahead of him, and his ass was thrust out for me
to ogle. I was practically drooling. I had to keep myself together.
Less than twelve hours ago, I would never, KNOWINGLY, look at another
guy's posterior with a lustful thought, BUT NOW! Now, I wanted to reach
forward, pull Joe's skintight 501s down and dive face-first into his
muscular, hairy ass crack!

"...Dr. Franklin go?" He had been speaking t me and I didn't even
notice, I was so deep in my daydream about tonguing his hole.

"Sorry, Joe, I didn't hear you?"

"I asked how your appointment with the doctor went this morning? Is he
going to let your sorry ass play ball this year?"

"The Doc didn't think my ass was so sorry," I thought to myself, but I
said out loud, "It was fine. I've got the paperwork to give Coach Jacobs
during PE this afternoon. I'm good to go. One step closer to us getting
those 'ships to the U next year."

"That's great, man! We're going to have a championship this year, and
free rides for us, I just know it!" he said with a winning smile. I'd
never really noticed how sensual his thick lips were...

I was lusting over my best friend; I just had the best orgasms of my life
with my sexy doctor, and here I was, having thoughts about doing the same
stuff with Joe. I had to think about other things -- dead cats, my Mom
and Dad having sex, my ex-girlfriend's pussy -- to keep from getting a
full-blown woody. ("Full-blown," poor choice of words, I know.)

"See ya later, man!" I hadn't even noticed the bell had rung; I was so
busy thinking about running my tongue all over Joe's (and the Doc's)
body. He stopped moving and turned back to me, saying, "Oh, by the way,
I almost forgot...I need to tell you about this wild phone call I got
last night."

"P-phone call?" I stammered.

"Yeah, it was crazy, man. I know that the world is full of weird people,
but I'll tell you all about it this afternoon during FF."

I wondered if he got a call from the same...NAH. I'd just wait till
later to find out.

* * * * *

All though the day, my "ass-awareness," not to mention, my overall
perception of the male anatomy of my classmates (and teachers) was
keeping my dick semi-erect and uncomfortable in my tight jockey's. I was
particularly interested in Mr. Broderick, my Biology teacher. He filled
his khakis perfectly in all the right places particularly in the rear, if
you get my drift.

As I walked into the gym for my last class of the day, I was truly
apprehensive about throwing an eight-inch throbber in front of my
football teammates, who all conveniently took PE at the same hour. I
purposely rushed from my last class so that I could be changed before
anyone else got there.

After changing into my jock, I felt somewhat safer. Just as I was about
to pull on my gym shorts, Coach Jacobs came around the corner.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Clark. Did you meet the deadline?" he asked.

"Sure did, Coach. I've got the paperwork in my backpack." I pulled it
out. "Here you go."

As he looked it over, I looked HIM over. DAMN, he is one fine piece of
maleness. He's a little shorter than me, about five eleven, but he
easily has twenty or thirty pounds on me...all of it muscle. He has
reddish blond hair, green eyes and a killer smile. His skin is kinda
pale, but in a healthy-looking way. He is twenty-three, married to a
beautiful trophy wife with two nice-looking kids. Everyone in town loved
him and the results his teams got on the playing field.

He always did his daily workout during the next-to-last period and
changed before "football freebie (FF)" as everyone called our PE class.
We shot hoops, lifted weights, sat around and bullshitted -- pretty much
whatever we wanted, with little or no supervision -- one great perk of
being a senior member of the state-champion football team.

Coach stood there wearing just a towel, still slightly damp from his
shower. He was holding the cloth together with his left hand, and his
bulging thigh was exposed all the way to his hip where the cloth didn't
quite meet. Standing sideways to me, as he was, I could see the wet
fabric clinging to his ass cheeks and almost defining the bulge of his
large dickhead.

I was looking over his entire lower half hungrily; when I looked up I saw
that he had been watching me. DAMN, I was busted I tried to cover.
"Coach, you must have had a good workout today. Your hammies are
ripped!"

"Tommy, please come to my office...no, don't dress yet. I have a
question to ask you about this exam certification."

"O-okay, Coach..." I closed my locker. As I followed him, I admired his
v-shaped back and, again, his slim hips and bouncing butt, the towel was
actually short enough that as he walked I could see the most of his
smooth left ass cheek and part of the crack a few times." Needless to
say, with my newfound interest in male ass, it was an arousing show.

"Close the door and lock it, Tommy." I did as I was instructed. As I
turned, he was leaning over his desk, naked except for his towel now
around his neck, with the sheet Doc had filled out in front of him. His
ass was two perfect ovals of muscular flesh. I was drooling.

"Tommy, come here and look at this form. Do you see the checkmark here
by 'prostate exam?'" I came and stood by him, feeling the heat coming
off his body. I shivered and felt that same sexual tension that I had
felt earlier with Doc.

"I see it, Coach...is something wrong?"

He said, "This checkmark looks odd to me, Tommy." I knew why...the
Doc's hand probably shook when he made it. Mine probably would've too.
"Are you sure he examined your prostate, or did you make this mark
yourself?"

"NO, Coach, I promise! He examined it thoroughly. He actually told me
that I had a very healthy prostate." The truth is always good, right?

He stood, threw his towel on his desk chair and turned to face me looking
into my eyes. He must have seen some sort of nervousness because he said
"Hum...I won't say that I don't trust you, but maybe I should call the
doctor to make sure."

I looked down. It seemed his nipples were harder than they had been in
the locker room, and I followed the thin trail of russet hair that
started at his navel and led to his thick pubic bush. His dick was
semi-erect...I could tell.

"Coach, I promise, he did it, but if you want to and you know how, I
don't mind if you check it out to see for yourself." I couldn't believe
these words were coming out of my mouth.

Again, he looked my right in the eye, but there was something else there
this time. I wasn't quite sure what it was, but it sorta reminded me of
the way the Doc looked that morning.

"Okay, I'll do just that. Climb up on the massage table, Tommy. Put
your knees on the edge and hang your butt over the edge." He patted my
ass as I passed him and it sent a chill through my body, and my dick that
was half-hard, completed it's journey. As I was facing away from him, I
adjusted it to point north, so it wouldn't be uncomfortable.

"You mean like this, Coach?" I asked.

"Spread your knees and lower your ass for me so it's right in front of my
face. That's good. Now let's get started..." He paused and for the
second time that day I felt hot breaths on my sensitive asshole. "Tommy,
did he use KY on you? I don't have any here."

"No, Coach," I replied, "he didn't have any either. He used a more
natural substance."

"What was that?"

I took a deep breath and in a low voice answered. "He used his spit."
My dick was throbbing and my head was spinning.

"He did, huh? Well, I DO have some of that available, so I'll do the
same." The wall next to the massage table was mirrored, so by turning my
head toward it I could see the coach looking deep into my ass valley.
His face was less than a foot away. I also noticed that his dick --
which was about seven inches at that point in time -- was parallel to the
floor, with a pre-cum moist head. He said, "Tommy, reach back and pull
your cheeks apart so we can get started."

I did as I was instructed and was soon laying face first on the table
with my ass raised. I watched as Coach J did the same as I had earlier
that morning, slurping his index and middle fingers into his sexy mouth.
He pulled them out and traced them in a circular motion around the edge
of my burning hot hole. I tried to stifle it, but I let out a moan that
could not be mistaken for anything but pleasure. My moans grew louder as
he pushed his index finger about an inch or so in.

"You like that, huh?"

"Yeah, Coach, I don't know why, but it feels pretty good." Actually it
felt wonderful. The finger was now all the way in my ass.

"Oops, my finger has dried up; I'll have to get it wet again." He turned
to face the mirror looking into my eyes as he pulled it out, and slowly
brought it back to his face. He held it under his nose and I could hear
him deeply inhaling, smelling my ass essence. He closed his eyes and, so
fast I almost didn't see it, his finger was buried completely in his
mouth. This time we both moaned. As he sucked hungrily on his finger he
moved his left hand to my left ass cheek over my hand that was already
there. He pushed my hand away. He pulled the finger out of his mouth,
moved my right hand out of the way and now held my ass cheeks open with
his muscular hands.

"Tommy, I need to get you much wetter back there if we're going to do
this and not hurt you."

"I understand, Coach, do whatever you feel you need to do. It's for the
team, right?" I was in a totally submissive position; however, I didn't
feel threatened in any way.

He looked into my eyes one more time, slightly nodding, turned slowly,
and BURIED HIS FACE INTO MY ASS! I swear to God, I squealed. I'd never
heard a noise like that come out of my mouth.

Trying to keep my voice down, I said, "Oh, Coach, get it wet! Stick you
tongue in there deep!" I probably could have cum just from the Coach's
rim job, but I'd already had five big O's in the past twenty hours or
so. That was a good thing because I wanted these feelings to last for a
while longer. I looked back in the mirror and saw Coach beating his
meat. It was now about seven and a half inches and fat as hell -- a real
pig sticker.

He and I were both whimpering in pleasure. He was shaking his head left
and right, trying to get his tongue deeper into my hungry hole. I
reached back with my right hand and pulled the back of head to get him
even closer. He was snorting and panting like a dog in heat.

I raised my voice a little, "COACH, COACH...EAT IT, MAN. YOU'RE MAKING
ME FEEL SO GOOD!"

He pulled back and said, "Keep quiet! Turn over and take that jock
off." I did as requested, and he took it from me and he pushed my
sweaty, pre-cum soaked strap into my mouth. "Bite down on that to keep
from making too much noise. You have one sweet ass here and I'm not even
ready to start the prostate exam yet."

He was now squatting, face again level with my ass, took both his thumbs
and stretched my hole open even more than it already was. This time he
stuck out the longest tongue I have ever seen, or so it seemed, and
pointed it at my dilated hole. This time, he moved his head forward and
back, literally fucking my hole with his massive oral organ. I began to
grunt on each inward thrust. My dick was dripping a steady flow of
pre-cum on my stomach and getting close to orgasm, once again.

I reached up and pulled the tasty gag from my mouth. "Coach, slow down a
minute...I'm about to cum."

Instead of stopping, he dove in again and shoved his magic tongue into my
rectum as far as he could get it. He rose to a bent-over position, and
began rotating his head to drive his licker into me in from a different
angle each time.

"Coach, I'm gonna cum...gonna cum!" My first shot exploded from me
flying directly into my open mouth. The salty-sweet mixture just turned
me on that much more. I shot five more spurts that landed on my neck,
chest and stomach. As I came, Coach was taking long licks from just
below my asshole to the base of my balls. Every time he passed over my
puckering asshole, my dick spasmed again and sent another drip of cum
sliding down the shaft.

Coach quickly rose to his feet and said, "I'm about to cum. Where do you
want it?"

"In my mouth..." I turned my head to the side and he thrust his
incredibly thick tool through my wide-open lips. He pumped three times
and shot an enormous load of his sweet cum into my mouth and down my
throat.

Taking deep pants, the coach said, "That was unbelievable."

Noticing that the cock in my mouth was still pulsing hard, I was still
incredibly horny; I wasn't any softer either. I pulled off his sweet
prick, slowly stoking it, and said, "Coach, we haven't finished my
prostate exam yet, have we?"

He smiled down at me, and lowered his face to me. No gentle kisses for
this man; he drove his massive tongue into my mouth until it felt like it
was going down my throat. He straightened up and looked down at my face
and his quivering tool. "Tommy, I have a special instrument for these
examinations. Do you think you can handle it?"

"Coach, I've never had an examination with such an instrument, but I want
yours to be the first. I want you to see just how healthy my prostate
is," I panted.

He leaned over and gave me a tenderer tongue-probing kiss, sliding his
hand across my chest and stomach to collect some of my previous cum
load. He grabbed his beautiful fat tool with the same hand and we both
watched as he lubricated himself with about a million of my progeny.

"Back up Tommy; I'm coming up there with you." I did as he instructed.
"Pull you legs back and let me see that sweet hole again. Look at that.
DAMN! It's puckering for me!" Using his left hand to brace himself, he
fell, tongue-first, into my sloppy dripping asshole. He backed up, spit
directly into the hole and used his tongue to push it in deep.

After he'd done the same thing three or four times, I whimpered, "Coach,
I'm ready. Fuck me...fuck me, please."

He smiled and told me to put my legs on his shoulders. He picked up my
jock, put it back in my mouth and said, "Okay, now pull those sweet
cheeks apart, and push down on your hole like you're taking a shit."

I felt the massive head of his joint touching my virgin hole. He stayed
still there for a few moments. My sphincter was burning hot. Using a
gentle pressure, the head slipped into me...just like that. We both
moaned in pleasure.

Slowly, he pushed his thick joint into me inch by delicious inch until I
felt his thick pubes resting against my tender hole. There was no pain
whatsoever. I was amazed. I always heard that buttfucking hurt like
hell.

Slowly, he pulled outward, about an inch or so, and pushed himself back
in, even deeper if that is possible. Back and forth he went like this
until he pulled back until only his dickhead remained inside. He and I
had both been watching the junction. He paused, raised his head, looked
deeply into my eyes, and said, "Ready?"

I nodded, and he powerfully thrust his hips forward driving himself into
me to the root. On this stoke his massive dickhead slid over and past my
pulsing prostate. My eyes shot open, and I watched him throw his head
back as we both made every effort to stifle our groans of pleasure.
Every muscle on his chest and stomach were sharply defined. He was (and
is) beautiful.

As he began a series of hard thrusts, I reached up with my left hand and
began to tweak his stiff right nipple. With my right hand, I reached
down below my balls to the point where his cock was moving in and out of
my stretched asshole. I let my fingers drag along his shaft as it moved
in and out. Lifting my hand so he could see what I was doing, I pulled
the jock out of my mouth and sucked in those fingers that were coated
with my cum and ass juices, his spit and our sweat. It was delicious!

Coach J bent over and began kissing me while my fingers were still
sucking up the elixir. I could tell by the urgency of his thrusts that
we were reaching the home stretch. I have never felt anything as
wonderful in my entire life -- pleasure beyond my wildest dreams...

I separated our mouths, pulled his ear to my mouth and whispered, "Oh,
Coach, fuck me! I'm gonna cum without even touching my dick. Harder,
Coach, HARDER!" I punctuated the order by sticking my tongue into his
ear channel.

He began pile-driving my happy hole, and I pulled his mouth back to mine
just as we both reached our peaks. The room echoed with the sounds of
flesh slapping against wet flesh and our somewhat muffled groans of
rapture.

Coach pulled his tongue out of my mouth and whimpered against my lips,
"Oh, Baby, I'm GONNA..." One final deep thrust, and I could feel his
dick pulsing and his load shooting directly onto my sensitive prostate.
I began shooting as soon as the first of his blasts hit my love button,
my ass began clutching his massive organ in an even tighter grip.

It felt as though, his cum was shooting through my dick. Our massive
spurts seemed to be in perfect unison. Slowly, as the feelings
subsided, Coach let my legs lower till they were wrapped around his
muscular waist He let his more of his full weight come to rest fully on
me with his head in the nape of my neck

After our deep breathing subsided somewhat subsided and his now-limp dick
fell from my now-gaping hole, he said. "You are a fucking mess, Mr.
Grant. Let me clean you up." He stood on the side of the table with his
hands behind his back, leaned over and took long licks on my neck, my
chest, my stomach and cleaned up every drop of cum he could find. He had
me turn over, and, from the end of the table, took another nose-dive into
my now-dripping hole. He licked, lapped and sucked for two or three
minutes to get as much of the shared juices. I was actually rock-hard
again by the time he had me turn over again.

He went all the way around the table to the end where my head was
resting, climbed onto the table, dropped his slimy dick into my mouth and
lowered his face down to clean up my now dripping dick. As I sucked him,
I realized I hadn't yet seen his asshole, much less tasted it. I felt
slightly unfulfilled because I wasn't able to taste Doc's ass either.

I pulled my mouth off his now-again-stiffening cock, and quickly sucked
and licked a couple of fingers on my right hand. Taking his dick back
into my cum-hungry mouth, I moved my dripping fingers to his ass cleft to
find his love hole. When my fingers reached it, and circled its rim, he
hardened even more in my mouth. Within seconds, he was fucking my throat
and when my wet index finger penetrated to the first knuckle, he
stiffened and began shooting another less-massive load down my throat.

After a brief recovery, he redoubled his efforts on my dick. I wanted to
have my tongue in his asshole when he came, but I was too drained, too
weak to make it happen, so I pulled my finger out of his hole, brought it
to my nose to first smell and then suck into my mouth. DELICIOUS! The
taste actually set me off to my third orgasm, that he swallowed
completely.

After I recovered somewhat, he turned around to lay beside me. He kissed
me tenderly, and said, "That was the most intense prostate exam I've EVER
given." We just looked at each other and began to laugh.

Slowly, we stood, and used his still-wet bath towel to wipe ourselves
down as best we could. "Tom, I suggest you hop into the shower before
practice begins. I also promise not to be too hard on you today. You've
had quite a workout already." Again, we laughed.

I looked at him and said, "Coach, can we do this again...someplace where
we don't have to hurry or worry about making too much noise? I want to
hear you talking dirty to me while I have my tongue up your sweet
asshole."

As I stepped into my moist jockstrap, he lightly caressed my shoulders
and said, "We'll do it again. Don't worry. That was the best sex I've
ever had."

"So my prostate passed its inspection, huh?"

"Yeah, but I think your condition calls for follow-up exams. I also
think my prostate needs periodic inspection, as well."

"No problem, Coach. I'll hold you to that." We hugged and kissed again
before I unlocked the door and stepped, smiling, into the now-active
locker room.


(To be continued)


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