Date: Sat, 27 Apr 2024 19:22:11 +0000 From: Smiling_Ed Subject: Keith Makes a Bet (part 6) Gay/athletics. Gay/ adult-youth Keith Makes a Bet (a work of fiction) Part 6 We couldn't get together on Thursday. So, both of us were pretty horny by Friday morning. I had spent the day trying to figure out where we were going after Keith swallowed my load. I came in a little early to get some grading done. I was in my classroom when Keith walked in. "Coach, I'm glad I caught you in your classroom early." "Yeah, I came in early to catch up on grading. But I just finished. What's up?" I asked him. "Uh if we lock the door, can you and I talk about a problem I have?" he asked. "We can talk, but we can't do anything else." "Oh yeah, uh Coach, that's what I meant, just talking." I got up and locked the door. "We can probably get away with a hug and short kiss, sound good?" "It sounds really good, Coach!" We move to a corner of the room not visible from the door and start hugging and kissing. Within seconds our erections are full blown and grinding against each other. I separate us and kiss him without hugging for a sec. "Dude, it's gonna be obvious if we have wet spots from our precum. So, what's on your mind?" "Thanks Coach, I didn't think about that. It's not like we have a change of clothes here. So, I wanted to talk about us. Things are going really well in my opinion. So, this is when I usually screw things up in a relationship." I chuckled. "I get that Keith; I've been guilty of doing the same thing. Did I hear you say we are in a relationship, officially?" "Well as official as we can get while being in the closet for the coach-athlete thing. I don't need or want to date anyone else and I hope you don't feel the need to do so either." "I don't need or want anyone else either. Would you call this a boyfriend stage or just friends with benefits? "It feels more like boyfriends to me," Keith mused. "It feels that way to me as well." "Good! That means I can tell you `I love you'," Keith said. "Yes, you can," I answered. "Good, because I do. I jumped into this to avoid being called a faggot as a result of a stupid bet. And the next thing I know, I'm swallowing your load. It's crazy but you really make me happy, Coach!" "I'm glad I do. And I hope you know that I love you as well. But now that you are officially my boyfriend, we need to talk about more stuff. Do you want to take the next step as a gay couple or a gay/bi couple?" Keith looked up at me, "You mean anal stuff?" "Yeah, it's a lot of fun, but I don't wanna pressure you into either side." "But you are an anal top, right?" he asked. "Usually I am, but it might be one of those things that we freely give to each other. I know you don't have any experience and we could approach it fresh. Where top and bottom roles haven't been decided yet." "You're telling me, you might let me top you?" Keith asked. "Yeah, that could happen. But I'd like you to consider the possibility of me topping you as well," I stated. "Lots to think about," Keith said. "And none of it has to happen. We can go on doing just what we are doing. Know why?" "Why, Coach?" "Because we both love each other. And making our partner happy is a huge deal to both of us." "That I can agree with," he said. "Dude, I need to unlock the door, give me a hug and we can talk more about this tonight after weight lifting. Wanna grab dinner somewhere or carry out something?" "That sounds good, Coach." We move against the wall and give each other quick hug and kiss (with tongue). He leaves as I unlock the door for my expected students to arrive and they show up in the next 5 minutes. Teaching was a little challenging, I kept thinking back to my conversation with Keith. Did I want to expand our activities to include anal sex? Did I want him as a top or a bottom or both? I finally decided I really just want him happy. And I would do anything for him even if it meant becoming versatile or just a bottom for him. Weight room on a Friday, most guys were lifting pretty heavy, knowing they have the weekend to recover. It's really a great group of guys. Girls are welcome but we rarely get them. Sometimes when they have a military academy physical test coming up, they come in and try to improve their score. Even though the guys are lifting heavy, most just want to start the weekend. And I end up with Keith as the last lifter. This isn't unusual, even before we started being together, he was often the last student lifting with me. "How's my bud doing, Keith?" "I'm good, Coach, And you?" "I thought a lot about us, Keith" "I did too, Coach" "So, what are you thinking, Keith" "Let's talk when we are in a more private area," Keith said. We lock up the weights, lock up the room and walk into the locker room. Keith follows me into the assistant coach's office. He locks the door behind us. He gives me a quick hug and kiss. "Coach, I've decided there is no rush to do anything. Although you and I have rushed a lot so far. I'd like to take it easy," he said. "Excellent plan. Here's a towel." "Coach, you are showering here? Keith asked. "Yep, and you are too," I replied. "Uh, Coach, I'm not sure I can shower with you without being hard," he said. "Yeah, I know, me too. But's let's give it a go. Do you trust me?" I asked. "Yes, of course, Coach." "Ok, we have never seen anyone come into the showers after we lock up the weight room. So, I want you to shower with me and wash your butt extra well, "I said. "But I thought we weren't rushing into anal intercourse." He stated. "Trust me?" I asked. "Always!" he replied and stripped his clothes off. "Fuck you are so beautiful," I stated. I stripped my clothes off as well and he smiled at my semi hard cock. "You are just as beautiful, Coach" We went out to the showers, and proceeded to wash ourselves. I paid special attention to my ass crack and Keith watched me and did the same. We both rinsed off and smiled at each other. After looking around, Keith walked up to me and opened his mouth. I spat in it, then I opened mine for his saliva deposit. A quick kiss and hug in the shower area, our almost soft cocks touching and we went to get dried off and dressed in my office area. "Keith, I just assumed that you were coming over this evening. Your parents still cool with you being out this evening?" "Coach, they have both taken off for some kinda marriage retreat. They won't be home for the weekend so I don't need to be home tonight at all. Uh, if you wanted, I could spend the night," he stated. "Wow, that's awesome, I'd love that," I replied. "Have you ever gotten `morning wood' head?" "Fuck, I wish. Will my most excellent cocksucker do that for me?" Keith asked. At the thought, of helping my man with his morning wood, I started to get hard. My package was inflated. Keith reached over and fondled my groin. "I see someone likes the idea," he said. "It's all a part of making my man happy. So, yeah, I do," I answered. While he was fondling me, I leaned over and opened my mouth. He shared his spit with me and then we kissed deeply. Then with our respective hard cocks showing down our pants legs, we headed to the parking lot. We were at my home quickly and I really wanted to suck him off, but we both were hungry after lifting. We ordered pickup food from a local restaurant, and went to go pick it up in my car. As we were driving, Keith would lean over a little and stroke my manhood, encouraging it to grow down my pants leg again. Luckily with contactless pickup, they put the food in the hatchback area of the car and couldn't see our hard cocks covered but not disguised from view in the front seat. We were back home with food in just a little time. Climbing out of the car with both of us hard was fun. We brought in the food, set the table and sat down to eat. The mood was much more relaxed than usual. Since we were staying home, I felt justified in giving my man a glass of wine. I certainly didn't feel like I'd be taking advantage of him and he promised not to drive. He couldn't since I had driven us home. After eating, clean up didn't take long since we only used plates and silverware. We adjourned upstairs. "So, Coach, why did you have us wash our butts so carefully?" Keith asked me. "Well, I'm not making a decision to top you. But the butt is pretty sensitive and I thought you might like it. I have no problems with rimming you even if I'm not gonna top you." "The idea kinda turns me on," Keith said. "And if you don't like it, you tell me and I stop. If you do like it, you can do it to me in return if you want. No pressure either way." Without further comment, Keith opened his mouth for me. I spit into it. I then opened my mouth for him, he spit into it. We kissed again. "Where do we start?" Keith asked. "You get undressed and I give you a full body nude massage. Then if you still want it, I will start licking your balls and taint from behind then move up to your ass crack." We both got undressed and I started massaging Keith's shoulders (I used the same silicone lube I use for sex.) then his arms and back. It didn't take long for him to start moaning since he had lifted heavy earlier that day. I've given lots of massages and I'm told I'm pretty good at it. When he started moaning, my manhood started growing, sliding up and down his hairy legs as I massaged him. I skipped his butt and moved down to his calves and feet. Then I massaged his upper legs, focus was on his inner thigh since that's an erogenous zone for most guys. His moans told me it was for him as well. I could see the muscle under his balls tighten up and his balls were tight against his groin; both were telling me he was hard. I started massaging his ass cheeks. They were extremely muscular. So, I started with firm strokes, almost beating them into submission. Then I followed that up with gentler strokes, then feather touches. I paused for a moment, and lubed up my hands again. Then used my hands to apply just a little lube to his ass crack. Up and down and up and down, Keith was moaning with every stroke. I leaned upward so I could whisper in his ear. "Doing ok, sexy man?" I asked "Better than OK, Coach" he replied. I then leaned down and started to lick his balls and taint. More moans ensued. I grabbed his two ass cheeks and pulled gently on both sides. Then I licked his ass crack. Up and down and up and down, my wet tongue was sliding all around his hole. I was tempted to do more, but he was moaning nonstop. I actually spent about 10 minutes rimming his tight muscled ass. He was moaning in pleasure the entire time. "See why I had you wash now?" I asked. "Oh, fuck yes, OMG Coach, can I ask a favor? He asked back. "Of course." I answered. "I'm getting close to cuming just from you rimming my ass. Would you please suck my cock now?" he asked. "When has your cocksucker ever refused you?" I replied. I turned him over to observe his very hard cock, his purple cock head, his testicles pulled up close to his groin and his nipples erect. Without any hesitation, I started sucking his cock. My head bouncing up and down, he immediately moved his hand to the back of my head. "OMG, Coach, you are so good to me," he stated. I moaned and let him feel the vibrations on his shaft as I did; I then reached down and fondled his balls and taint, he moaned again. This time I slid my previously lubed finger up and down his ass crack, just to tease him there. In response, he grabbed my head with both hands and started fucking my face furiously. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna bust soon. Take my load, my most excellent cocksucker!" he commanded. He was pushing me down onto him as streams of his load busted into my mouth. This time I kept most of it in my mouth. I was trying to keep all of it inside me so I could give him a good taste. He wiped his cock off on my cheek, I moved up and kissed him with a snowball, mouthful of teenage cum. He was surprised at first but he realized what I had done and was swallowing quickly. We kissed after he was finished swallowing. I looked at him and asked. "Is that my new title: `most excellent cocksucker'?" I asked. Keith blushed. "I started thinking that way about you in a dream, and it kinda slipped out." "Actually Keith, I think that's the third time you called me that during sex," I said. "It is?" he questioned. I laughed in response. "It's ok, I took it as a compliment. And I don't hold anything against you that you say during sex." "Wait, there was another time when I wasn't careful?" he asked. "The time you gave me a facial, remember what you said?" "I remember the facial, it was awesome, but not saying anything." he replied. "I think it was something like `I'm gonna paint your fucking face'," I reminded him. "Sorry Coach. I guess I got excited," he apologized and blushed. "Dude, I was pleased when you did it. It meant you were treating me more like a boyfriend than just your cocksucker. And you forgot I was your coach; I was more than pleased. If it happened outside of our bf zone, we will have to have a talk. But I was thrilled that I turned you on so much, that you felt free to use some friendly profanity." "Coach, you know I fucking love and respect you, right?" "Yeah bud. I know that and I love and respect you as well. So, I have a question for you. How did you like the rim job?" "That was when you licked my ass, right? I loved it. Holy Fuck, you keep coming up with new things to do to my body, I am so lucky to have you with me." "Dude, I feel like I'm the lucky one. But with the late-ish dinner, and then the sex it's almost 11 pm. I feel like hitting the bed, but don't want to be rude to you." "Actually Coach, I was thinking the same thing. Sex with you always exhausts and relaxes me. On Fridays, after lifting, if I'm not going out, I usually crash around now and sleep in until like 8." "Do you usually shower before bed?" "Not usually, let me go pee and I'm good to go." We both went to go pee, I gave him first shot at the bathroom, as he walked out, he grabbed me and we kissed again. "Is my stud happy?" I asked. "I'm so very happy, Coach. Thank you for letting me spend the night." "So, we will be in my bedroom, not the guest room, I'll be in as soon as I pee." When I came back from the bathroom, he was already in my bed. I climbed in on the side with the light on the end table on it. I turned off the light and snuggled next to him, my back to him, he snuggled next to me as the big spoon, his semi hard cock nestled close to my ass, his arm over my ribs. He kissed my neck and he started stroking my hair. I haven't felt that safe in years and we quickly both fell asleep. We didn't move through the night. By 7 am, his morning wood wasn't just close to my ass, it was rubbing against me, nestled in the crack of my ass. My man was totally hard, it felt so good to have his cock against me and his arm over my ribs. I snuck out to hit the head, make myself a cup of coffee, drank it, went to the bathroom and went back upstairs. My plan was to go down on him when he woke up at 8 am. I snuggled back down against him and read my kindle while I waited for my man to wake up. I checked on him at 8 and he was still out. I chuckled to myself that I must have worn him out. I kept listening, but all I could hear was his steady breathing. At about 8:40 he rolled over to laying on his back and his breathing changed. Assuming he was waking up, I snuck under the covers and started nuzzling his balls. Then I went down on his morning wood, very slowly at first. Then a little faster, long stroke up and down his manhood. He moaned "Holy Fuck"; I still couldn't tell that he was awake yet. So, I kept at it, up and down and up and down, my spit wandering down his shaft. When he grabbed my head with both hands and started fucking my mouth with his hands and his hips, making me gag a little, then I knew for sure that he was awake. He yanked the covers off of me and as I was going down on him, he said. "What a great way to wake up, being serviced by my most excellent cocksucker." I moaned and let the vibrations run up and down his shaft. He spread his legs some more and I was able to more easily fondle his ballsac making him moan more. Then I reached a finger into my mouth and then used it to tease his ass crack as we did last night. "Coach, I'm gonna try something," he warned me. And he grabbed me and rolled the two of us over so he was in a kinda push up position with his cock in my mouth. Then he started fucking my mouth. I loved that he was taking a turn at being in charge of our sexual play. I continued to suck his cock and fondle his balls and tease his ass while he was pummeling my mouth. "Like that, Coach? he asked. I moaned in an affirmative manner. "Good because it is turning me on like crazy. I need to bust, Coach. Do you want your man's load?" I moaned again. "Take it Coach, take my load," he ordered. It was the kind of order I always like to hear from him. My mouth filled with streams of his nutt. When he stopped cuming, he wiped his cock on my face. Then he scooted down to kiss me and eat his own load. I grabbed his head and rolled us over so that he was on the bottom and my mouthful of his nutt flowed into his own mouth. His swallows were music to my ears. We pulled that simple sexual maneuver off so easily. We both finished swallowing, and kissed each other and pulled away. "Good morning, Stud," I said. "Good morning, my most excellent cocksucker," he chuckled. "By the way, this morning was great, it was like we were reading each other's mind. And also btw, I love you Coach." "I love you, Stud." I replied. "You ready for breakfast? I'm thinking Bob Evans, my treat." "Before we run off for breakfast, can you touch up my hickey? I love seeing it in the mirror when I wash up every morning; I think of you every time I see it. And I enjoy the guys being jealous of it and them not knowing who my man is." He asked. I agreed of course and brightened his hickey back to its original bright red color. I loved the fact that he enjoyed showing it off. "Breakfast now? I asked after marking my man. "Sounds great, Coach. Let's get showered and go!" We showered together, washing each other's backs and a couple of kisses, then we dried off and got dressed. I lent him a sweatshirt, that he barely fit into. His chest, arms and shoulders stretching it out a bit and we went to eat breakfast. My apologies to my readers for the delay. I got stuck with the storyline. 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