Game, Set And Match Part Five
© Van T Z Boi 2019
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From Part Four
Dimitri stayed where he was, unsure of the protocol, Phillippe always led the way in their `fun' and he looked up the panting tennis player wondering what was expected, normally by this time, Phillippe would have sent him sprawling on his back to quickly suck him to a rewarding boyjoy before fucking him, Jan's breathless state left him at an unexpected loss. The two stared at each other for several moments before Dimitri who felt the pulsing throbbing want in his boycock spoke out.
"Do you want to fuck me?" the twelve year old asked, his eyes full of need and his boypussy tingling as he observed Jan's fat five inches, jerk and judder before him, even with his short knowledge Dimitri could see the tight ballsac was nowhere near empty and by now Phillippe would have been inches deep inside him and fucking hard.
Part Five
Dimitri continued to stare at the fat five inches of teen meat that pulsed and bloated, expanding the fleshy tube, the surrounding skin stretching and gleaming as sticky strings of precum glittered their way down the inflated teendick. His throat suddenly felt dry and a scorching tingle roared up from somewhere between his legs. His own boycocklet magnified itself, the slim ivory pink boycrayon jutting proudly from his groin, the squelchy sac beneath stretched hard against his boybone. `Have there always been such beautiful pricks like this hidden away from my sight,' he knew his coach had protected him, worried of the consequences where boys had been ruined by their supposed protectors, `but since Phillippe introduced to me to the pleasures of cock flesh...,' his hand once more reached out to stroke gently the jerking sticky tube and another surging rush flooded through his body, his boypussy gaping and gasping for fulfilment.
Jan sighed, `this boy is not only beautiful but his touch is delicate and delightful in itself,' he relished the sight of the naked boy and repaid the compliment by taking hold of Dimitri's boyrod. Gently he fingered the spongy hardness, `he's harder than Tober,' a vision of his young brother, his legs splayed wide, his own ivory boycrayon topped with the blush pink glans rose in his head. Mentally he compared the two boydicks, `Dimitri is just about an inch longer than Tober but his shaft is not as wide at the base,' casually he fluted his fingers along the steely hard soft boylance, teasing down the pink foreskin he discovered the deeper crimson tinged pink hue of Dimitri's glans, `the tip more heart shaped than Tober's,' he decided.
Dimitri moaned happily but he was still unsure as to what was happening, "Do you want to fuck?" he asked softly, hesitantly.
"Oh yes a fuck is very much in order," grinned Jan, "but not here, not in the shower. Slip on your shirt, just your shirt," he squeezed Dimitri's cocklet one last time.
Jan slipped on his tight white trunks; the satiny material clung to his skin, his swollen teenprick bulging the front, a darker damp spot quickly forming as his precum oozed through the stretched material. Dimitri tugged his ballboy shirt, the long length just about hiding his own pulsing boydicklet. Grabbing his bag and stuffing the rest of the discarded clothes inside it Jan led the way out of the shower room, Dimitri slightly puzzled following on behind. Jan led the way from the locker room facilities to the training area, here he paused by one of the small physio rooms. A quick check inside to ensure it was not in use and Jan ushered Dimitri inside.
The physio room was quiet and clean; the air a comfortable temperature after the heat of the shower room. Jan dropped his bulging sportsbag under the long table that took up most of the space. Quickly he locked the door, displaying the `Do Not Disturb' sign over the small observation window and turned to Dimitri.
"Undress," he commanded as he dropped his own trunks and shed his trainers. Whilst Dimitri followed suit Jan rummaged through the overhead lockers and produced some pillows and a cotton sheet, removing the paper sheet from the table he draped the sheet over it and placed the pillows, one at the head and the other part way down. Intrigued Dimitri observed Jan's preparations standing naked, his finger slowly stroking his ivory boylength. "Up on the bed," Jan flicked his fingers and Dimitri climbed onto the table. "Lie back, open your legs," Jan instructed as he set about installing himself on the table, bemused Dimitri composed himself as indicated.
Jan knelt over Dimitri's form, a quick satisfying admiring glance at the twelve year olds slim but toned body and he leaned forward, his lips seeking Dimitri's. Dimitri felt the return of the surging desire flare inside him as Jan expertly not only kissed him but caressed him with his hands and rutted his fat teendick against Dimitri's satiny skin. Jan moaned into Dimitri's mouth as his own urges soared and blazed. `I love the boys on the circuit,' he said to himself, the variety of teen and boy pussy is hot and the fact they are all so ready to fuck is awesome,' he pressed his weight hard down on Dimitri, feeling the taut form absorb his weight with ease. Dimitri gave out a little sighing moan as his nipples were brushed by Jan's pointed teats, the sensual touch sending a beautiful rush of pleasure soar within him. More confident now Dimitri opened his legs wider to accommodate Jan's pressing desire, the heat from Jan's teenprick was warming; his own boydicklet jerked and twitched giving off its own needy heat that heated the air between them.
Lying on top of Dimitri, Jan continued to pleasure the ballboy, exploring all the crevices and crannies, his fingers rolling back the taut foreskin to gently stroke the more sensitive ridge, Dimitri arched his back as the tingling heat flared and blazed in greater proportion, ` this is different but just as nice as when Phillippe taught me about the fun boys can have,' he said to himself as the pleasure surges mounted and rose, flaring along his sensuous nerves. Jan expertly stroked and caressed Dimitri, his own pleasure emanating from the pleasuring he was giving the younger boy, `this is even better than with Tober, but I have fucked my young brother too many times now; I do so like discovering the pleasures of other boys bodies,' he thought to himself. Dimitri quailed and flailed beneath him, Jan decided it was time to get Dimitri hot and ready.
"Up on your knees," he levered himself up, his drooling teendick spilling copious strings of precum into the air. Dimitri happily got up on all fours, Phillippe had taken him in this position and many others and he was comfortable with what was about to happen. Trembling he waited his boycocklet jerking and twitching with expectation. Jan surveyed the cute sight of Dimitri's boypussy, the slightly bloated wrinkles of flesh that formed the rosette twitched and quivered. Leaning forward he smelt the heady aroma of Dimitri's pubescent scent, the salty spiced taint filled his nostrils and his teendick pulsed a further long strand of precum which draped itself over Dimitri's legs. Tentatively he formed his tongue into a point and dipped the tip right in the middle of Dimitri's boypussy. Dimitri moaned as the moist warming heat lapped at his entrance, `His tongue feels different to Phillippe's' he decided as the flap of wet skin swirled around his boypussy lips, the sensations quickly radiating across his spongy globes and reaching the hidden nub inside, a quick flashing tingle rocked upwards from his hidden passion point.
"Oh, oooohhhhhh, oooooohhhhhhhh," Dimitri's head bounced against the pillow as his body jerked and kicked in response to Jan's flickering tongue.
Jan slobbered over the tight skin surrounding the entrance to Dimitri's boypussy, his tongue flicked and jabbed at the hairless pucker, Dimitri all the while moaning and squeaking arching his back as the tingling pleasure which flooded along his spine also radiated from between his legs up through his stomach. The spears of boybliss flying and quickly finding their mark as the twelve year old shuddered from the intense delight that sparkled within his young frame.
`So excitable,' purred Jan as his fingers slid up and down the tense boycrayon, he could feel the tingles he was generating through the spongy boydick, his own teenrod bloated and drooled even more precum onto the wrinkled sheet which continued to be creased more heavily as Dimitri's fingers clutched and gripped the material as each succeeding wavelet of pleasure caused him to wrangle his hands whilst trying to remain in position.
Dimitri mewled and sighed into the pillow as Jan's tongue and hands ravished him beyond the level of joy that Phillippe had introduced him to. `Oh this feels so amazing, so wonderful, even more amazing than what Phillippe has shown me,' he drooled into the pillow as another stormy wave of tingling pleasure rocked and shocked him.
`He's more than ready,' Jan decided as his tongue dripped a heavy measure of his saliva direct into Dimitri's boypussy gape, the sticky dew quickly falling from sight as Dimitri's undulations, drew the liquid deep inside. "Turn over," rasped Jan as he fingered his teenprick, working his precum all along the head and shaft, readying it for the embrace of Dimitri's boypussy.
Jan for a few invigorating seconds lusted wildly as Dimitri repositioned himself on the creased sheet, Dimitri taking time to smooth out the rougher creases and wrinkled lumps before he was satisfied he would be comfortable. Lying on his back he tugged the head pillow into place and raised his back so that Jan could position the other pillow. Dimitri felt the support provided was comfortable and right and settled against the table. Jan gazed down at the naked excited youth; he relished the sight of Dimitri's boypussy glinting in the light where the smears of his heavy tonguing remained stickily in evidence, a heated spasm of flaming desire knotted his teendick, sending a spurt of his precum to fly in the air and splatter right down on Dimitri's boypussy lips. Dimitri grinned when this occurred, his eyes glittering with his own desires.
Jan leaned forward, aiming his teendick at the shiny lips; gently he patted his dickhead over the wet hole, enjoying the resultant squelching as Dimitri's boypussy attempted to suck him inside. He sniffed the air, the miasma of rutting boy pervaded their airspace, the heady musk of his own scent mixing with Dimitri's warm salty sultry essence, the combined aroma invading their nostrils and working inwards to bemuse and excite their minds. Carefully he manhandled his throbbing fucker, rubbing the drooling tip across and inside Dimitri's exposed boypussy. Dimitri moaned growling as he felt the much harder massaging of his pucker and then the familiar expanding ache as his boypussy was stretched to accommodate the pulsing tube.
"Pant, pant, breathe through it!" Jan hissed as he saw the contortions that crossed Dimitri's face. Dimitri transfixed by the sharp shooting pain had forgotten all he had been taught, the spearing pain was much more fiercer than he wanted or knew. Dimly his head grasped Jan's instructions and he urged his lungs to breathe harder, his chest rising and falling, Jan's eager eyes watching for any changes. As Dimitri relaxed, the inhaled oxygen had invigorated his body, his legs relaxed, slid open wider and Jan followed on, his teendick spearing Dimitri's boypussy wide open.
"Oh, so tight, tight, tight, so hot, hot, hot," Jan enthused as he felt his teendick bottom out, when he came to rest on Dimitri's quivering form, Jan felt the throb of Dimitri's dicklet push against him. Dimitri moaned as he felt his cocklet rub against the taut muscles of Jan's stomach and then it was compressed between their bodies, Dimitri could only twist and turn so that his boycock was compressed and massaged by Jan's fierce thrusting.
The two rutted and writhed as ecstasy followed ecstasy, Jan could feel the bloated bulge of Dimitri's boynub swell against his teendick as he shoved it back and forth and Dimitri continued to wriggle with excitement as he found that any movement caused pleasure both inside and outside.
"Such a hot fuck!" Jan was enthralled as he dicked the ballboy, `his body is much firmer and athletic than Tober's,' he said to himself as he felt his cockhead being compressed and squeezed by Dimitri's undulating membrane. Dimitri used to Phillippe taking the lead was relishing using his body in his own way to gain the delight and bliss that Phillippe had shown him could be obtained between two willing bodies and after the excitement of watching fifteen year old Jan pounce and prowl about the tennis court, he flushed as he recalled watching from his eye level the bulge between Jan's legs wondering what shape his teendick would take, the flash of Jan's sportscup when he bent down to pick up the flap of banana skin that had dropped onto the sidecourt had sent his pulse racing. He was right there; his blushing face almost between Jan's open legs, his view right up the side of Jan's short had drawn him to the sweat dampened bulge of Jan's cup, the wispy line of hairs that protruded from the elastic had been enticing, entrancing and now the contents of that cup were buried deep inside him giving full and free reign to the promises that he had fantasied about.
Dimitri felt impelled to spread his legs even wider, shifting them upwards to allow Jan greater and deeper access to his insides and the sweet battering that followed as Jan's teencock pummelled his boybud was almost overwhelming. Jan thrust hard and deep, rabbit fucking at times as he enjoyed the availability of the young boypussy that encircled and snared him in sweet delight and bliss. Dimitri arched his back as he felt the warm tingle inside him take flight, the warmth became a flame and then a tingling tickling inferno as his boyjoy blossomed into unique and intense ecstasy. Jan gripped the table hard as he fought to fuck the squelching funnel, his teendick felt as though it was being mangled but wrenched and rocked in such an amazing and extreme way. Gritting his teeth when the pleasure became pain, sharp shooting pains that accentuated his pleasure nodes, he knew the joys of pain pleasure quite well, `but Tober has never been this frantic, this active, Oh my God, this boy is an amazing fuck!' he quivered almost on the cusp of his own climax as Dimitri rattled through a second drycum, the tightening pulsing around his helmet and shaft a bliss beyond paradise.
Dimitri breathed hard, panting as the soaring tingle flamed high and mightily in his head, his hands gripped Jan's waist and he urged the fifteen year old to greater and heavier lancing thrusting. Quicker and fiercer Jan responded, his punching thrusts, not only stroking Dimitri's hidden delight but the pressure against Dimitri's boydicklet intensified and scratched another hot drycum from the boy's shaking body. As Dimitri's orgasm exploded, the blessedness of pure boyjoy making him take Jan even deeper Jan squeaked and panted and his teenballs boiled over. As Dimitri in the dying quickenings of his drycum shook and trembled Jan pounced and served his teenracket volleying his seed deeper inside Dimitri's squelching boycunt, the strings of launched sperms spunking up against the inner walls before dripping and working their way deep inside Dimitri's colon.
"Fuck that was so good!" Jan still slowly fucking kissed Dimitri, their tongues met and licked then duelled and both felt the reinvigoration happen with teenage and youthful exuberance.
Serge panted as he lay beneath Murry and Marcel, the damp towels were rough against his tormented skin as he laboured away at his task, `Coach did not prepare me for this,' he mentally tried to compose himself as Marcel twitched above him. He could feel his dick squirm inside Marcel's tight embrace and embrace that was stretched by the impaling and thick length of Murray's eight inches, eight inches of teendick that had so recently been inside him, pleasuring him, making him tingle with delight; now it lay alongside and about his thrusting teenprick as they both double penetrated the tight boypusssy,
"Harder," squealed Marcel, his bucking backside bouncing hard against Serge's pubic bone, Serge wincing at the pain before panting and huffing as yet another delighting tingle wormed itself around his teendick. `I never knew two cocks could pleasure each other like this,' he thought with part of his head as his hormone stressed mind sought to extract as much effervescent joy as it could from this portion of the compelling threesome. Murray smiled as he felt his teendick pressing against Serge's slimmer tube and the bloated bulge of Marcel's excited and throbbing boy bud.
Murray thrust hard and repeatedly, his dick sliding up alongside the slimmer shaft of Serge's teencock before butting the soft spongy bulge he could sense pulsing against his cockhead. Marcel twisted and trembled as the waves of pleasure flowed through him, the stretched excitedness that emanated from his boypussy was intense and he shivered as yet another delightful rocking surge floated through him. Murray quickened his thrusts, sensing that Marcel was on the peak of his boyjoy; the hard shoves produced the compressing enjoyment as Marcel's boypussy vibrated as his dry cum exploded, the pulsing rhythms making Serge pant as he felt his dick compressed against Murray's steely soft shaft, his cockridge was rubbing against Murrray's helmet ridge and the two grunted as the succulent squelching's produced wave after wave of pleasurable delight washing over and through their conjoined bodies. Marcel slid up and over and landed on the heavenly plateau of boyjoy, he commenced a series of successive dry cums that rattled his body from head to toe whilst the two teenagers rocked together and against each other as their reflexes caused them to jerk and shudder from the surges of bliss.
"Ohh, oooh, oooohhhhhhhh," Marcel's orgasmic bleatings sounded within the confined space and were underpinned by the grunting growls from the two older youths.
"Fuck this is amazink," Serge moaned as yet another wave of tingling pleasure rocketed up from his teendick, `nothing Coach did with me compares to this,' he told himself as he gazed up at Murray's face, watching the play of pleasures that rolled over the teenager's face as he too underwent the extreme and unique bliss that the double penetration provided.
Marcel sighing through his boyjoys as they continued to override him grinned broadly as he too saw the expressions flowing over Murray's face. `We can do this again tonight,' he promised himself, already seeing the pair of young cocksure youths lying either side of him, their teenpricks at the ready to pleasure and pleasure him. Murray gave no thought to anything but attempting to control the double fucking so that his own and Serge's pleasure was administered too. He knew that Serge was unused to such dissolute extremes and wanted to make sure his delightful opponent was thanked for losing his match on the court but winning where a good fucking was concerned. Serge flailed his arms, as the tremblings of intense lust caused his body to quiver and vibrate, `I have never known such ecstasy, never know that such awesome pleasure could be attained. This Murray and his young friend are teaching me much, so much. Coach is just a selfish fuck,' he decided as he cried out when the sharp tingle in his balls told him his own climax was about to erupt.
Murray interpreted the sudden squeal and redoubled his efforts, rocking hard he forced Marcel back against the younger teenager, his dick bloating and swelling even larger as the lust fuck blood roared inside his spongy interior. Serge felt the stronger pressure against his own shaft and helmet as Murray's teenprick expanded and he grunted as another delightful wave of bliss rocked inside him. Marcel bleated and twisted as he felt the extra expansion of his tiny boypussy, the stretching sensations creating another ripple of happiness for him. His consequential squeezing of his muscles caused both his teenlovers to rock and rut, abrading their teendicks against each other and more especially against his boybud and the undulating membrane of his pleasure funnel. The three squirmed and fucked and bucked hard and with intense desire.
Serge bucked high almost unseating Marcel and Murray as the strength of his orgasm caused the mental and physical explosion. His continuing throbbing and jerking created further expanding pleasure for Marcel who cried out as he hurtled along a roaring series of drycums, his young body contorting in all directions as he blasted through his orgasmic cycles. Murray gave into the demanding pressure from his juddering balls, his spunk seethed along his tubes before riotously emerging to flood over Serge's deflating teendick before shooting past Serge's dripping helmet to seek its predecessors that lined and coagulated along the hidden tunnel.
Slowly the three bodies subsided sated and stuffed, each moaning or sighing as their individual pleasures faded and ebbed.
"Again!" Marcel ever alert and sluttishly ready, was revitalised first, being young and still to young to spunk his need for hard fucking was paramount.
"No, no. noooooo," Segre waved a limp hand at the prospect, he had never been through such an energetic and over pleasured coupling ordeal, `Coach just fucks and comes,' he thought as his body continued to tremble and twitch with the draining effect of ball emptying pleasure.
"Nice idea but I'm all fucked out," Murray chuckled, his teendick twitched just slightly at the prospect of another gut wrenching and orgasmic trial. "This was just as heavy as a five setter," he added as he gave one final thrust of his swollen but softening teenprick inside Marcel's boycunt.
"We do it again tonight," Marcel was defiantly deciding.
"How about it Serge?" Murray leaned down past Marcel's hot and sweaty face to smile at his depleted opponent. "Shall we hook up for the rest of the day," he squirmed and made his shringkng teencock ride against Serge's similarly shrinking teenworm, "and the night?"
Serge shook, the prospect of what Murray was suggesting was beyond his experience but his teendick and balls jumped enthusiastically, informing Murray that whatever Serge's mind was deciding his teencock had already made the decision.
Serge thought quickly, thoughts about his coach and the fact he had no matches to play the next day, `All I have is the doubles match to come,' "Okay," he muttered weakly, `Coach will have other team members to serve him,' he told himself.
"Well we clearly need another shower," Murray said as he sniffed the fucklust ridden air; slowly he slid out of the spunked morass of Marcel's bopypussy, Serge's drooping teenworm falling out after him, a drool of their combined juices dribbled from the gaping boypussy before Marcel's overwrought muscles finally closed up.
Getting jerkily to his feet, Murray bent down to help Marcel up, despite his earlier professed desire Marcel was now beginning to feel the aftereffects of the rough and hard double penetration. `A shower feels like a good idea,' he thought as he stumbled to his feet. Serge attempted to rise but his aching muscles and his painful balls protested and he slumped back on the displaced towels beneath him.
"Better give him some help," Murray winked at Marcel and between them they managed to get the exhausted teenager back on his trembling legs. "Shower now," Murray put his arm about Serge's waist, Marcel did the same and the three padded into the shower cubicle.
Dimitri trotted down the corridor, his whole body ached and his teenpussy twitched, `I want more,' he said to himself as he sought the ball boys locker room. Inside the other ballboys not engaged elsewhere were showering and dressing, some were also touching, rubbing each other and Dimitri looking past the throng through to the lounge could see that some of his teammates were fucking. He felt his boypussy twitch and a tingle itched inside him. `I need more cock,' he grinned and shedding his clothes headed into the shower, `perhaps someone here will want a fuck?' he decided.
Phillippe tired after his domination of the Director stood under the powerful bullets of the hot shower, the hard hitting droplets energised and revitalised his skin and he felt the stress and tiredness leak away as the warmth of the hot water penetrated his skin massaging the layers of muscle and fat. He felt the touch of the known hand as it stroked his backside, the gentle grasp of one of his buttocks an indication he well knew.
"Dimitri," he turned to see his protégé grinning at him, `the boy has been fucked but needs more,' he instantly recognised the yearning look in Dimitris eyes. His own personal tackle quivered but his exhausted teendick refused to rise to the occasion. `I must be getting old,' Phillippe grimaced to himself, `but I can continue his training,' his thoughts became lascivious but ruefully he acknowledged that even with such dissolute imagery his teenpride remained dormant. Looking down at his dripping useless teentool he opted to resort to having help. "Help me wash and we can go elsewhere,' he commanded and Dimitri stepped close. As his protégé washed, scrubbed and massaged his body Phillippe was chagrined to see that his teencock remained static. Dimitri unaware of Phillippe's internal disappointment gave no mind to the fact that Phillippe's teendick remained soft and floppy, he was still a few years away from understanding the pride a horny teenager felt about his endowment, so he did as instructed and finally two much sweeter smelling youths exited the locker room. "This way," Phillippe led the way through the maze of corridors until he reached his destination.
"Phillippe what brings you here?" Phillippe greeted the slender youth who stood in just a pair of worn and dirt shorts, his muscled torso gleamed with sweat from work, the buckets of filled fertilizer that surrounded him a testament to his hard work.
"Germain, this is Dimitri, one of my new boys," Phillippe indicated the inquiring eyes of his young mate. "He has need of your other talents," Phillippe steeped close to the sweating figure, a quick fumble at Germain's waist and the shorts dropped to the floor to reveal the fat muscular fleshy tube that swing slowly as Germain breathed hard.
Phillippe's hand caressed the plump tube that quickly filled with blood and rose and rose.
"Ohhhh," Dimitri gazed his eyes boggling as the youths cock thickened and swelled.
"Eight inches of fucking heaven," smirked Phillippe, feeling for the first time a twitching response between his own legs.
End of Part Five
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