Date: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 12:28:55 -0800 From: Carl Robinson Subject: (gay/adult-youth) Madisons-Adventures-3 Donate -- Please donate to Nifty. For just the cost of a cup of coffee a week you can help feed the imaginations of starving readers. Help end sexual hunger today, donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Obligatory Disclaimer and notes about the story -- This story is fictional. None of these people are real and none of this happened. The main thrust of this story is man/boy and boy/boy sexual relationships between unrelated males. But the story, particularly the first part, will have brief mentions of other types of relationships (ie with females and also with related individuals) but the sex is not described with any detail. This story is a spin-off from the story "Taking Charge of My Family". Neither story requires the other to understand what is going on though. You may find the other story here: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/taking-charge-of-my-family/ Please send any comments or feedback to me at niftytakechargedad at yahoo dot com Madison's Adventures 3 "Madison Becomes a Horny Hornet" At recess I filled Jonah in on all the details of my evening over at Coach's house. I felt comfortable telling Jonah about what happened with Brett since it was obvious he knew what would happen when I went 'swimming' with Brett. It was nice to have a secret I could share with my new 'not boyfriend'. Jonah was really excited that I had fooled around with Brett and was going to be allowed to join the team, because now I was one of the 'club' and he could share some of his secrets with me. He wanted me to come home with him after school so that we could hang out before soccer practice, but my grandpa arranged to drive me to practice after school. I told Jonah that I would try ask my grandpa if I could go to his house before practice starting next week. We tried to sneak into one of the bathroom during lunch to make out and maybe exchange blowjobs, but the janitor walked in right as we entered the stall. He gave us a strange look as we rushed out of the bathroom. We decided it was too risky to do anything at school since we knew that Mr. Richards and Mr. Watkins were out to get Jonah and us getting discovered having sex in the bathroom would certainly get him expelled, and me too probably. So during lunch and recesses, Jonah and I would kick a soccer ball around on the field and he would give me pointers. My first soccer practice was okay. I was just so nervous meeting all the boys and I was afraid that they would all hate me because I wasn't any good at soccer. But Jonah let them know I was his friend and they all liked Jonah, so they were at least friendly to me. There were twenty boys on the team including me. Most of them were white, but there were a couple Latino boys, one Asian boy, and one black boy. I was a bit overwhelmed with all the names and couldn't remember most of them. When I was introduced to the team, one boy asked if wanted to be a goalkeeper and another one said, "Do you like balls to the face?" Which was followed by a few giggles and then another boy said "Probably not as much as Zack," which caused more giggling and Zack shouting "Hey!", followed by even more giggling. Zack was the black boy, and he was the team's main goalie. I spent most of the practice with Brett as he started trying to teach me the basics. I won't burden you with all the details. There were a couple other parents there hanging out and watching the practice. My grandpa stood with the other parents and talked with them during the practice. When practice ended, Jonah and I shared a quick hug as we said goodbye. He told me that Coach Tom was giving him and Kai a ride, then taking them home. He winked at me when he said it and I stood looking dumb for a minute until I figured out what he meant; then we both laughed. Kai was the Asian boy; he was actually Japanese or at least his family was Japanese at one point, but his grandparents and parents were all born in the US. I was jealous, but I wasn't sure if I was jealous of Jonah, the Coach, Kai or all them. This relationship stuff was still all so new to me. I had fun at the game on Saturday, even though we lost and I looked like an idiot. I played left midfield for the last quarter of the game. I stayed on the side of the field that was near where Coach Tom and Brett were standing, and then I move up or down the field depending on where the ball was. Since I was close to our sideline, Brett was constantly yelling instructions to me. There was one time when the ball was rolling towards me and Brett was yelling at me to kick it up to Jonah. I ran at the ball and went to kick it but completely missed it and fell down. I was sure everyone was laughing at me and I wanted to cry but that would only make it worse, so I got up and tried to pretend it didn't happen. When the game was over, we slapped hands with the other team and said "good game" a bunch of times, even though it wasn't really a good game. Several of the boys from the other team seemed to be laughing at me. I was close to crying when Jonah came over to me and put his arm around my shoulders and hung out with me as the coach gave us a little post game talk tell us. None of my teammates made fun of me and several of them told me they were glad I was on the team. So overall it was fun time. After the game Coach Tom, Brett, and several of the boys and their families all went out for pizza. I begged grandpa to let me go until he agreed, so our family went too. The pizza place had a bunch of games and Jonah showed off by beating Brett and Ricky at a game where you shoot small basketballs through a hoop to score points. I was really excited because grandpa invited Jonah and his mother, Ms. Thompson, or Helen as my grandpa and Sara called her, over for dinner. It turns out that Ms. Thompson was Ricky's English teacher. They came over on Sunday evening. Jonah liked our house and said it was almost as cool as Coach's house. When we were alone Jonah told me he thought both grandpa and Ricky were sexy and that if I was having sex with them he could understand why I wouldn't want to say anything and get them in trouble. I blushed and smiled but didn't say anything. But several times he told me he was jealous and that I was so lucky. So I think he knew I was having sex with them. During dinner, my grandpa asked Ms. Thompson a lot of questions about Coach Tom and the sleepovers. I paid attention because I really wanted to go to one. She told him that apparently it was a tradition that he started when he coached Brett's team three years ago. He usually limited it to a few boys, but occasionally he had ones where the whole team was invited. Parents were invited to come along too for dinner and stay for however long they wanted. She said she went the first time Jonah was invited but left shortly after dinner because she got bored. She told me that a few of the fathers liked to go, and it often turned into a guy's poker night. Jonah suggested that grandpa and Ricky should come to one of the sleepovers too. Helen went on to rave about what a good influence Tom was on the boys. She embarrassed Jonah by saying that before he joined the team this year that he was an obnoxious brat that had been hanging out with some young ruffians, but now that Tom was mentoring him, his manners and attitude were improving, and the boy's from the soccer team were better than the skater boys he hung out with last year. I guess what she said satisfied my grandpa because he agreed to let me go to a sleepover at Tom's house that coming weekend, as well as letting me go over to Jonah's house before practices. On Tuesday, I went home with Jonah after school. He lived a few blocks from school in town. His mom wasn't home yet so we rushed into his room and jumped on each other on his bed. He had a bunch of posters of boy bands on his wall mixed in with a couple posters of cute soccer players. The floor of his room was covered with clothes, books, and other clutter. We stripped our clothes off and play wrestled with each other, spending more time trying to rub our dicks against each other then actually trying to pin each other. It was awesome to finally get to see Jonah naked. We were about the same height but he was a little more muscular than me. I noticed his asshole was sort of puffy and reddish. I asked him if he got fucked a lot and did his ass hurt all the time. He just smiled and said "It hurts so good!" then jumped on me and we wrestled some more. Finally when I was lying on top of him, he looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Suck me." He was very cute with his big mop of long brown hair spread out over the pillow as he lay on his back. I slid down and started sucking on his hairless ten-year-old cock. It was a lot easier to take all of his two and half incher into my mouth than the much bigger cocks I was used too. Part of me liked that it was easy to fit in my mouth, but there was another part of me that missed the challenge of trying take as much of a huge cock as I could. I kind of missed it stretching my mouth and that feeling of it pressing against my throat. I sucked him for a minute than he wanted to sixty-nine. He rolled me over and climbed onto me. He rubbed his tight little ballsack over my face and started laughing. "Balls to the face!" he giggled and I started laughing too. He eventually moved so that he could suck me while I sucked him. He came a couple minutes before me, he humped his crotch into my face and shook as his dry orgasm sent pleasurable tingles through out his body. After I had my own immature orgasm, we changed into our soccer outfits and lay on his bed. We talked and occasionally kissed. His mother got home a few minutes later and came into his room without knocking to say hello. She was glad to see we were ready to go and let us know we had about twenty minutes until it was time to leave. She brought us some juice and some fresh fruit to snack on then left us alone. When she left the room, she left the door open. When she was gone, I asked Jonah to tell me about his first time with a boy. He looked over at the open door then started whispering to me as he kept an eye out for his mother's return. "First time with a boy? It was last summer, just after my birthday. I'd been begging my mom for a skateboard for a couple months and I guess all the begging worked since she got me one. I rode it everywhere even though I wasn't very good. Anyway, there was an older boy that lived a couple house down named Randy," he said before stopping to giggle because I was giggling that the boy's name was 'Randy'. "I know, right?!?" he said as we both knew what the other thinking as we laughed. "Well anyway, Randy...stop it! So this, boy," he continued, sticking his tongue out at me, "offered to teach me some tricks. He was seventeen and a really good skateboarder. So when I wasn't playing soccer, I would hang out with him and he taught me how to skateboard. While he was doing it, we would have our shirts off and he was always touching me and running his hands over me. I could tell he liked me 'that way' cause he would always get hard and be adjusting himself. He is where I got UDP from, since that is what he would always say when he got a hardon from touching me, which was like all the time." "So how did you guys start having sex?" I asked. "Well we were hanging out at the old train station with a bunch of his friends; there are a lot of cool places to do tricks there. Anyway, Deputy Dickhead, showed up, so we had to leave," he said. "Deputy Dickhead?" I asked. "Oh, one of the Deputies was always hassling us, his name is Doug, but we all called him Deputy Dickhead, not to his face of course. So anyway, he was always trying to catch us at the train station and take one of us in. I never got caught, but he would occasionally get one of the older boys. This time after he showed up and we all bailed, several of the guys were going to go to Bill's house. Bill hates me and he didn't want me coming to his house, so Randy got mad at Bill and called him a 'fuckwad'. Randy said I was cooler than Bill and he would rather hang out with me then him. So Randy and I went to his house," said Jonah. "So you guys did it when you got back to his place?" I asked stupidly. "Duh! No one else was home and we went to his room. He put on some music and sat down on his bed. I thanked him for not ditching me to go to Bill's and he told me not to sweat it as I was more fun to hang out with than Bill and the rest of the guys, cuter too. I noticed his cock was hard. I think he was too scared of 'molesting' me and was never going to make a move, so I reached over and grabbed it, saying 'UDP'. He sort of moaned but didn't say anything or push me away. I started jacking him off through his shorts. Since he wasn't stopping me and I could tell he wanted it, I unbuttoned his shorts and freed his cock from his boxers. It was just a little bit bigger than yours but much thicker. I think he about had a heart attack when I started sucking him. "He just sort of laid there and didn't do anything while I sucked him. I guess he was sort of hung up about having sex with a nine-year-old kid, but I didn't let that stop me. He came pretty quickly and I ate his cum. Then I made him suck me and lick my ass. I had to keep telling him what to do. He seemed to know what he was doing but was too scared to take charge. I had him finger me butt and then when he was hard again we used some of his hand lotion to lube his cock and I sat on him. It was fun but he came really quickly again. I didn't get to cum that time, but we fucked a lot that summer and he got better at it," said Jonah. I was confused by Jonah's story. "But if he was your first, how did you know everything to tell him what to do?" I asked. Jonah gave me a wicked smile. "Cause you asked me to tell you about my first boy," he said and started laughing. Jonah was so cute when he laughed, still is. I pushed him, "You jerk! I wanted to hear about your first time." He pushed me back and we wrestled for a little bit then as he lay on top of me he whispered into my ear, "I can't tell you about real first time here, I'd get someone in trouble if my mom overheard. It was happened a few years ago when I was seven. Ask me about it again when we are alone sometime," he said. "Boys, time to leave for practice," called his mom from outside the house by her car. Jonah kissed me then jumped off me. We headed outside and got in his mom's SUV. She was friendly and asked me a bunch of question about how I was enjoying living up in the mountains and how it must be a big change from New York. Jonah kept trying to stop his mom from asking me questions, but I didn't mind. As we pulled up to the park, his mom let Jonah know that she would be picking him up after practice since they were going over to her friend Rebecca's house for dinner. I could tell Jonah was disappointed as I knew he had been hoping to go to Coach's house for a bit of fun after practice. It turned out that I was the lucky one that got to go to Coach's after practice. When Jonah and I got to field, Coach Tom let me know that my grandpa had called him and told him that he was busy with a job and wouldn't be able to pick me up until later. I almost asked why my mom wouldn't just come pick me up instead when I realized that it was likely all an excuse so I would stop bugging my grandpa to let me go over to Coach Tom's house again. It was just like Jonah and his skateboard, enough begging and we could get what we wanted. Jonah got really upset when he found out that I was going over to Coach's house after practice and he had to go with his mom to her friend's house. When the Coach heard him complaining he told Jonah to stop whining, then said, "You will be a perfect little gentleman this evening Jonah. You will not whine to your mom or sulk. I am going to call your mother tomorrow and if I hear you weren't on your best behavior this evening, you aren't going to get invited to Friday night's sleepover. I've already spoken with Madison's grandfather Carl, and Madison is coming, so you don't want to miss it, do you?" Jonah got a big smile on his face, "No sir! I'll be nice tonight even if Ms. Johnson's daughter Gina is a rapist." Coach Tom gave Jonah a skeptical look, "A rapist?" "Yeah, she is always trying to kiss me even though I say no. If a boy kisses a girl that doesn't want to be kissed, he is a rapist. So that means she is a rapist," said Jonah explaining his reasoning. The coach laughed, "That's not exactly what it means, but just be nice tonight okay?" Jonah sighed, "Yes sir." Practice was a bit more fun this time. I was starting to get the hang of it and I got to participate more with the rest of the team. We did a lot of running and I was one of the faster boys, so that was cool. I still had some trouble kicking the ball and making it go where I wanted it to go, but at least I didn't fall on my butt and embarrass myself like I did at the game. Afterward, the Coach said goodbye to all the boys and parents, then I went with him and Brett to their car. His house was about a five minute drive from the soccer field. I was both nervous and excited at the same time as we drove over there. When we got inside his house, Coach Tom put his arm around me gently squeezed my shoulder. "So Madison, do you want play some video games, go for a dip in the pool, or play some special games with me and Brett in my bedroom?" asked Coach. I looked over at Brett; he was groping his cock through his athletic shorts. He smiled at me and I knew which option he wanted me to pick. It was the one I had been hoping for as soon as I found out I was going home with them after practice. I reached over and ran my hand over the coach's crotch. I found his dick through his nylon sweat pants; it was semi-erect. I grabbed it and squeezed it like he had squeezed my shoulder. "I want to play with this," I said as I smiled up at him. "I love a little boy that knows what he wants," he said. He reached down and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hugged him as he carried me upstairs. Brett was following behind us and stripping off his shirt as he walked. I hadn't seen Coach Tom's bedroom when I visited last week. It was a big master suite with an attached bathroom. There was a huge bed against the wall; I was told later it was a 'cal king'. Brett quickly finished stripping naked then stepped over and pulled me off his dad and into his arms. I grabbed hold of him and wrapped my legs around his waist. He was holding onto my ass and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my crotch. We kissed while Tom stripped off his clothes. Brett tried to see how far down my throat he could shove his tongue. Once he was naked, Tom started removing my clothes, starting with my shoes and socks. We had to break our kiss when Tom pulled my shirt up over my head and took it off. Finally Brett carried me over to the bed and laid me down on my back. He stripped off my soccer shorts and briefs, pulling them down and off my legs. I looked over at Tom and admired his body. He had bigger muscles than my grandpa and less body hair. He was clean shaven with light brown hair that had just a few gray hairs mixed in. He had a strong nose and high cheek bones. He and Brett had the same pale blue eyes. I finally got to see his dick, it wasn't fully hard yet. It turned out to be about the same length as Ricky's, seven inches, when fully hard. It was also as thick as grandpa's. Coach Tom had a trimmed patch of short brown pubic hair above his cock but his balls were smooth. His balls were big, much bigger than any I had seen before, and his ball sack was loose and hung low. He walked over to a nightstand next to the bed and pulled a metal loop from the drawer. First he put his nuts through it then pushed the head of his dick into it and pulled his cock through it until the ring was at the base of his cock and under his balls. He must have seen my confused looked because he explained what it was to me, "It's a cock ring, it will help keep my dick hard. I've already fucked Brett twice today, once before school and again right before practice." Brett blushed when Tom mentioned fucking him right before practice. "Oh," I said, still not really understanding what it was or how it worked but accepting his explanation. "Come here and show me what you know about sucking cock," he said as he shook his cock at me. I went over and wrapped my hand around the base, feeling the cool metal of the cock ring against my skin, then I pulled down a little to pull his loose foreskin away from the head. I then leaned in and wrapped my lips around the thick head, tasting a small drop of precum. He let me suck on him for a few minutes. Brett sat on the bed and played with his five inch boy cock while he watched us. I tried a couple times to deep throat him but I kept gagging. "Just try to relax your throat and sort of swallow if you start gagging. You can learn to take it all Maddy," said the Coach, encouraging me. He kept running his hands through my shaggy blond hair and gently pressing my head towards his crotch. I had enjoyed sucking Jonah but this was so much better, having a man's cock in my mouth, testing my limits. I kept trying to take more of the man's cock into my throat to show him how much I liked it. "Okay, let's try a different position and see if you can take more. Get up on the bed and lie down on your back," he said. Brett got up off the bed and moved out of my way. Once I was on the bed on my back, Tom climbed up and knelt down above my head. He rubbed his dick around my face for a little bit while he talked dirty, "You ready to swallow this cock boy? You want this thick cock down your throat, I can tell, but you got to get over your fear of choking and accept it like the true little gay slut boy you are. Come on, beg for it, beg for it like the slut you are, beg to get your face fucked." "Please coach, fuck my face. Let me have your cock, I want to be your slut boy," I said, doing my best to beg. Knowing I was sucking the cock of an adult man that I'd only met about a week ago did make me feel like a slut, more so than playing with my family or Brett who was only a couple years older than me, or my boyfriend Jonah. Seeing the man's hard dick and knowing it was hard because he liked me and enjoyed my sucking him made me feel sexy and wanted. Tom reached down and pulled my legs back so that my knees were against my chest and my ass was exposed. Brett must have been ready for that to happen since he immediately pushed a pillow under my lower back and butt. He then held my legs in place with his hands as he started to lick my ass. I was about to say something to stop him since I was still sweaty from soccer practice and hadn't taken a shower since last night, so didn't know how clean I was down there, but when I opened my mouth to protest, Coach shoved the head of his cock in. "Yeah, get our newest little slut's ass ready for me to bred him and make him one of our team of Horny Hornets," said Coach as he pushed his cock into my throat. I started to gag and tried to pull away but I couldn't. Brett had my legs pinned against my chest and Coach's weight was on top of my head and shoulders. "Just relax Maddy and let yourself be used," said Tom as he slowly slipped more of his cock down my throat. The head of his thick cock pushed into my throat and suddenly I couldn't breath. He moaned as my throat started to spasm around his invading cock. He pulled out and I coughed up a bunch of spit and phlem. I could fell tears starting to well up in my eyes. "Breath through your nose when I pull out and the head is in your mouth. I won't suffocate you; you'll be fine," he said as he pushed his cock back into my mouth. I opened up and took as big of breath as I could through my nose right before the head of his cock slide back into my throat. "Oh yeah Maddy, you're a natural at this. You were born to please men weren't you boy," he said as he fucked my throat, shoving his thick cock in and out, giving me just enough time to breath before pushing it back in. It hurt a little at first, but not nearly as much as getting fucked, which I was sure was coming soon because Brett was alternating between shoving his tongue and finger up my ass, getting it ready. "Go ahead and fuck him Brett, open up that little ten-year-old ass for your old man," said Coach as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and started rubbing it around my face, leaving trails of spit and precum all over my face. I'm sure my face was a mess between my tears, spit, and his precum. Tom handed a bottle of lube to Brett, then scooted back on the bed and leaned down to kiss me. I felt a dollop of cold lube hit my asshole. Tom broke the kiss and we both watched as Brett lubed up his cock and moved into position to fuck me. Even though he was only thirteen, Brett was in much better shape than my brother Ricky. Brett wasn't bulky as he had almost no fat on his body, and all his young muscles were visible underneath his pale skin. He ran the head of his hard five inch cock up and down my crack then pressed the head into my hole. "Yeah, you got nice hot little fuck hole Maddy," said Brett as he sank his cock into me. I did my best to push my hole open for him and allow him inside of me. There was a just little hint of pain as it stretched me open, but I was getting used to it the more I got fucked. I was even starting to look forward to it since I knew the pain would quickly be followed by the good feelings."Urrrggghh," I half moaned and half grunted as he pushed past the inner ring of my ass and sank his entire teen cock into me. Coach moved back into position over my head and his balls we hanging over me. He started to stroke himself and his balls started bouncing around on my face. I flashed back to practice and all the jokes about 'balls to the face' and started to laugh as I finally really understood what the joke really meant to all the boys on the team that had played these special games with Coach. Brett started slowly pumping in and out of my ass, causing me to moan constantly. My view was blocked by Coach's balls and cock, but I could hear him and Brett kissing above me. My own cock was rock hard and throbbing against my bare pubic mound. I was in heaven from all the external and internal stimulation. I became lost in a haze of pleasure as Brett fucked me and father and son's hands roamed my body. "Come on, seed his hole, I'm going to use your cum as lube to fuck our newest little slut," said Tom as he recognized the signs of Brett getting close. Brett just kept repeating "fuck yeah" as he thrust his cock into me. The pain went away and I was left with just the awesome feeling of Brett's cock pumping in and out of my ass, rubbing that spot inside of me that sent electric jolts of pleasure throughout my body. His thrusts got harder and harder as he got closer to orgasm until he made one final thrust and collapsed on top of me as he came. He was covered in sweat and he had the most amazing smell to him as he rested on top of me. I couldn't feel him shooting in my ass but I could feel his cock moving in me as he made little back and forth rocking motions with his hips as my ass milked his teen spunk from his cock. "You are such a hot little fuck Maddy," said Brett right before he kissed me. His tongue explored my mouth as I reached back and grabbed his ass, pulling him against me. I didn't want him to pull his cock out, it made me feel so good to have it inside me. Unfortunately he eventually rolled off of me and his cock popped out of my ass. "You ready for a real fuck now Madison?" asked Coach. "Yes, sir, please fuck me. I need your cock in my ass," I said since I knew he liked me to beg. Brett's young cock had warmed me up and now I was horny to feel my ass really stretched open by Tom's thick man cock. "Get up on your hands and knees and climb on top of Brett so you two can sixty-nine while I fuck your sloppy cum-filled boypussy," he said as he stroked his cock, getting it ready for my ass. I got up and crawled on top of Brett's lean muscular body. His dick was semi-hard and covered with a slimy mix of lube, cum, and my ass. I was hesitant to take it into my mouth but Brett grabbed my head and shoved my face onto his cock. I was distracted for a second as I felt his mouth envelope my hard cocklet. While Brett was holding my head and pressing it against his cock, Tom grabbed my hips and held me tight. "Here it comes boy, open up that ass," said Tom as he pressed the head of his thick cock against my asshole. I cried out in pain as the head pushed into me and stretched me open. "Let me in Madison, I know your little boypussy has taken bigger," said Tom. I felt like I was getting split in half, and didn't think I could take much more when the head of his cock finally pushed past my sphincter and entered my ass. I was panting and sobbing on top of Brett's cock which was starting to get hard again. Coach released his grip on my hips and ran his hands up and down my back to try to soothe me. "The worst of it is over now sweetie, take deep breaths, relax and just get used to having my cock inside you for a minute," he said as he stroked my back. My own cock had gotten soft in Brett's mouth as the pain of my ass being ripped open overwhelmed the pleasurable feelings I had been experiencing. As I adjusted to Tom's cock in my ass, Brett's talented tongue soon had me hard again as it circled around the head of my cock. After a minute or two to let me get used to his cock, Tom started rocking back and forth, moving his cock around inside me. I gasped as I felt his cock press against that spot inside me. "Yeah, there you go baby, your little boy hole is finally starting to open up. You're going to have a nice red rosebud after I get done fucking you," he said as he continued to work more of his cock into me. He was able to get most of it into me and slowly fucked me. The pain was going away and I was getting back into that dreamlike haze of pleasure I had been in while Brett fucked me when Brett reached down and grabbed his now fully erect cock. He used his other hand to grab a fistful of my long blond hair then he pressed his slimy cock against my lips. "Come on Maddy, suck me," he ordered. At first I didn't really want to put his cock into my mouth since it had just been in my ass, but then I just sort of thought of it was one more challenge to conquer, like choking on a thick cock or overcoming the pain of having my ass invaded. It was just a little ass slime, if I could overcome the idea that it was gross, I could make Brett feel good. My need to please him won out, and I opened my mouth. Brett fucked my face while Tom fucked my ass. I lost track of how often I came while being worked from both ends and sucked off by Brett. I think the orgasms just sort of started to blur into each other as my body was alive with pleasure. Every touch of theirs felt fantastic and didn't want any of it to end. All of a sudden though Brett came in my mouth, I was so into my own feelings that I hadn't noticed him getting ready to cum. I choked a little at first then quickly swallowed his cum. His cock got sensitive and he pulled my head off of it. Tom leaned back and took me with him. He was sitting on his heals and I was still impaled on his cock, my legs straddling his. He held me in his lap while Brett got up off the bed. Once Brett was out of the way, Tom laid me back down on the bed and rested his weight on top of me. His chest pressed down against my shoulders and I was pinned to the bed. I discovered that he had been taking it easy on me before because now I felt all of his cock enter me, going deeper than it had before. There was a bit of pain again as my guts adjusted to having all of his cock buried inside me. "Oh fuck, your ass is so tight boy," said Tom as he began to fuck me again. I realized he had been holding back before, because now in this position he really started to fuck me. His cock was hitting new places inside me and it create a mix of pain and pleasure that was wonderful and uncomfortable and confusing all at the same time. I was babbling and moaning as he ravaged my ass. I could hear a loud slapping sound as his crotch hit my ass when he thrust all the way in me. I was so overwhelmed by everything that I was feeling that I didn't really feel him biting my ear even though I knew he was doing it. I don't know how long he was fucking me but it seemed like it went on forever. Finally he was getting close to cumming cause he started telling me about it. "I'm going to bred your ass boy. I'm going to shoot my babymakers up your ass and make you my baby. You're always going to have a little bit of me inside you now, connecting us, making you mine," he said as his thrusts changed from long ones to short quick jabs. It hurt but I didn't care because I knew I was making him feel great. "Oh fuck, here it comes," he announced as he started to shoot his cum deep inside my ass. All of his weight was on top of me pressing me down into the bed as held his cock all the way inside my ass as deep as it would go while he bred me. There was part of me that wished I was girl and that he was impregnating me so I could have his baby, but then I was also glad I was a boy because I knew he liked boys not girls. After he was done cumming, Tom rolled onto his side and took me with him. Brett got back onto the bed in front of me and the three of us lay together hugging and enjoying the afterglow of the hot sex. Eventually we got up and showered in the Coach's huge bathroom. It had a large shower area that had built in benches and also could serve as a small steam room. After we were clean, Tom made us hamburgers and a salad for dinner, then my grandpa showed up to take me home. I was so exhausted that as soon as I was strapped into grandpa's truck for the ride home I fell asleep.