Date: Fri, 01 Dec 2023 19:32:32 +0000 From: Smiling_Ed Subject: Keith Makes a Bet Part 3 gay/athletics; gay/adult-youth Keith makes a bet part 3 Monday arrives and Keith and I are not scheduled to share a class during the day. So, I didn't expect to see him before weightlifting after school. I did see Keith in the cafeteria during lunch. He looked great, confident and self-assured. He was sitting with his usual buds, joking and laughing. His buds included Tony, who did not look so confident. We nodded at each other from across the room. I happened to see Keith pull his shirt collar down and show off his hickey to his buds, Tony was not pleased at that situation. Keith's buds were teasing him about it and he was again blushing about it. When the weight room opened, Keith wasn't there at first. I had decided to wear a sports brief to keep everything in place, since just thinking about my stud made me get hard. And that would lead to too many questions. My athletes were working hard, on occasion I would hear them talking about Keith and his bet, but I could tell I wasn't supposed to hear about it. It was my usual habit to not react to conversations that weren't directed at me so I could find out what was going on. It saved a couple of athletes some trouble in the past. Keith walked in late. I nodded at him, taking in the view, which was much like the view on Sunday. He was wearing a mesh t-shirt and I could see his hickey under it. A few of his friends teased him about it and Keith blushed as a result. They would glance at me afterwards and I would pretend to be clueless. They didn't know that I had given it (and more) to Keith. Other than that, it was a normal day in the weight room. I was monitoring, and giving advice. For teenagers, the advice is usually to schedule in a light day, lift carefully and focus on what you're doing, keep your grades up. Most of my athletes had finished their weight lifting, Keith was still working away. He mentioned to me that it would probably be a light day since Friday was a heavy day. He told me that one reason he was late was checking on Donna's progress. Her symptoms hadn't gotten any better but she hadn't gotten any worse. Keith felt bad about setting up a date just to win the bet with Tony. So, he felt that checking on her was the least thing he could do. He said it lifted her spirits and he felt good about that by itself. I spotted him on his bench press, and I could see he was focused on my crotch (I was glad I was wearing a sports brief under my gym shorts). I had him spot me on a couple of sets on the bench press and I could see he was close to another `hard problem'. He was wearing a jock and short gym shorts and it was barely handling things. It made me drool, while I was looking up at it about 10 inches from my face, and literally lick my lips. His chest and nipples were more pronounced from below as well. I remember thinking that perhaps giving him oral was making him hornier during in between times. The next to last student left with a quick farewell, as Keith and I cleaned up things (usually just re-stacking a couple of loose weight plates and locking them up, today there was not too much to do) he told me about his discussion with Tony earlier that day. "Coach, I let Tony see my hickey. It really depressed him. That was such a great idea, thanks for suggesting it! To be honest, I loved showing it to him knowing my man had put it on me. I let him know privately that my release was willing to help me out every night, if necessary. His girlfriend is pissed that she was excluded in the solution to the bet. I think he is gonna try to end the bet as a tie." "Keith, how do you feel about that?" "Honestly Coach, I'm glad we started it, but I'm willing to let him end it." I might have shown some disappointment at that comment, as we walked to my assistant coach's office. As we entered the room, he closed the door behind him and locked it. He walked up to me and pulled me into a big hug. His almost hard cock was pressed into mine. "Coach, I'm glad we started it because of what you and I now have, after this last weekend. I don't want that to stop just because of the bet ending. If we were in a safe space, I'd be spitting in your mouth right now. Is it ok for me to swing by now for a quick session? I can't spend much time; my parents expect me home soon but I def need my bud helping me out. Please Coach?" "Yeah, but don't shower here, I like the smell of your fresh sweat. We can shower afterwards at my place." I had Keith drive off ahead of me, he said he would be waiting upstairs in his favorite room. I'd warned him that I would be another 5 minutes, As I drove up, I was looking for strange cars, but there was nothing to be alarmed about. The coast was clear and I was probably feeling guilty. I walked in the front door and locked it, then checked the back door and made sure it was locked. I scooted up the stairs and my handsome stud was lying on the bed in the nude. "Coach, thank God you're here. I was beginning to get worried (and hornier if that's even possible)." I was pulling off my clothes as quickly as I could. As soon as I was nude. I walked over to the bed and opened my mouth. He knew exactly what I wanted. He gathered some spit and spit in my mouth, then he surprised me and opened his mouth. I did the same back to him It was a quick acknowledgement that we were growing closer and not just cocksucker and stud. We kissed briefly; I knew we were on a short time frame. His cock was super hard (again) and his dark ballsac pulled up tight against his groin. I started fondling his junk and he pleased me with his moans. I grabbed the lube and applied it to his shaft, balls and taint. "Coach, looking at your package during lifting, really turned me on. I have to get off for now, but can we plan something longer tomorrow?" he asked. "Of course, Stud," I replied. Hearing my answer, Keith grabbed my head and guided it to his waiting manhood. When I approached his junk, I took just a moment to inhale his scent, musky teenage athlete, very pronounced right after lifting. I started swallowing his cock, up and down and up and down, almost all the way, barely avoiding my gag reflex. His moans told me it wouldn't take long. I started fondling his balls and teasing his taint. My lips working their magic on his shaft. "You are amazing, Coach. Today, will you keep my load in your mouth until I kiss you? I want you to share it with me." I moaned in an affirmative manner. I slide a finger up past his taint to his ass crack. The additional stimulation pushed him over the edge. "Fuck yes Coach! Take my load, my most excellent cocksucker!" Immediately, my mouth was filling up with stream after stream of thick cum. I was mentally acknowledging the cocksucker compliment gratefully. Trying to not swallow was making me gag a bit. As soon as he quit shooting, he pulled my head back to his. He kissed me and shoved his tongue into the cum reservoir that was waiting for him. I shared as much as I could and we both swallowed at the same time. I suggested that we shower quickly and save our play for the next day after school. We showered together and washed each other's backs. After the shower we went back into the bedroom to get dressed and a not long (although not really short) kiss good by accompanied by a grope of each other's manhood. A big thank you to those of you that took the time to say what they appreciated about the earlier stories I've posted here on Nifty. Constructive comments are appreciated at Smiling_Ed@proton.me. Another big thank you to our host here at Nifty. 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