Date: Fri, 05 Jul 2019 00:36:52 +0000 From: bkbs85 Subject: MiddleSchoolBallin' Chapter 1 This is a work of complete fiction. I have never had sex with an under aged boy and I never will. But of course, I have fantasized about it mightily, and these stories make me cum so often. This forum is a good place to enjoy the fantasy without getting in trouble. I hope you all will keep the good stories coming and contribute to Nifty. Middle School Ballin - Chapter 1 I knew it was a bad idea -- a very bad idea. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. I had just moved to Atlanta to teach 6-8th grade boys at a Christian school. I was 28 and had been teaching for 5 years in a small southern town when I decided a big city might be more fun. I'm a single, white gay male, deep in the closet, and had no chance to explore my fantasies with men in the little town where I was before. So Atlanta was a big change for the better. I soon found out where the gay clubs and gyms were and started frequenting them. I'm a small guy, 6'1" 160, toned -- not muscular -- with a smooth chest, sky-blue eyes and platinum blond hair. I know I'm cute and sexy but I am too shy to approach guys. Not to worry, because I also have a thick 8"cock and big smooth balls, and in the gay locker room, guys started staring at my package and giving me evil grins. I grinned back, and eventually a few of them were aggressive and approached me and let me know they wanted to play. So, my sex life picked up and soon I was being sucked off, and pounding some real cute young guys. But I liked and wanted cock too. One day, a muscular stud started flirting with me and before long, I was scratching that itch, sucking his huge, thick cock, swallowing his cum, and begging him to fuck me hard and deep. He was happy to oblige me. We fucked about once a week and I was in sex-heaven. After a few weeks in my new job, my middle-school boys and I hit it off pretty well. I let them know if they paid attention and got their homework done quickly, I'd let them play with their cell phones and do a little roughhousing as long as they didn't make too much noise. They were mainly black boys since it was an inner city school, but there were some white boys too. They seemed to get along fine with no tension, bullying or fighting. One day, a black 8th grade boy asked if he could talk to me after class. I said sure. He name was DeShaun. He was very good looking, a tall, slender boy with toned arms showing the beginning of muscles. He told me their basketball coach didn't want to do it anymore and told me that he and the boys really wanted me to be their coach. I was flattered; I had played high school ball and while not good enough for college, was a star on my fraternity team. So I said sure. We could only practice during their PE class period because the varsity team got the gym all afternoon after school. So we started practicing. It was clear that DeShaun was a natural leader and was very athletic. He could shoot lights out from the 3 point line, but also drive it hard to the bucket, and could almost dunk it. The other boys idealized him. The team came together well with three black boys and two white boys as starters, and with enough other boys to practice 5 on five. After practice, I had to supervise them in the locker room because the older guys would be getting dressed and had a history of picking on the younger guys. I talked to the high school coach and we agreed that I should keep the older boys in line. Of course, while being there, I got to watch my boys peel off their shorts and jock straps and shower together in the big walk-in shower. Their cute, skinny little butts and little cocks were a delight to watch, but I only took glances and did not stare at them. I wore oversized baggy gym shorts to hide my constant erection. DeShaun, however, was not "little." He had a big, uncut cock, very big for a 14 year old. On soft, it looked at least 6" inches long and pretty thick, and I tried image how big it would get on hard. I also enjoyed looking at a cute, 11 year old white boy's little bubble butt. His name was Jesse. He was petite and skinny, and hadn't started a growth spurt yet. Like the other 11 and 12 year olds, he was hairless in his crotch and on his chest. But . . . I wanted to keep my job, so I never did or said anything inappropriate around them. I coached them up good and we won most of our games against other middle school boys' teams. The success made us bond tightly, and it wasn't unusual for one or more naked boys to come up and hug me in the locker room. But I was careful not to let them feel my rock hard cock -- just my chest. As I said, I knew it was a bad idea for me to fantasize about them but I couldn't help it. My lust for them grew and grew. I was so frustrated. I'd go home and jack off 2 or 3 times before going to bed. One day, I was taking my shower in the coach's locker room after watching the boys get dressed and leave. My cock was throbbing and I was soaping it up and jacking it roughly when I heard a sound and turned around. DeShaun was standing there, buck naked, with his 9" thick cock standing up parallel to his stomach, jacking it slowly. I froze! Instead of grabbing my towel and covering up, I just stood there staring at him and continued to jack my cock. He walked into the shower and took over jacking my cock. This was the turning point. I should have said "NO! GET OUT OF HERE!"... but I didn't. I was in a sexual fever that shook me, and that I could not begin to control. I looked into his eyes; they were wide, and pleading, and showed that he wanted this intimacy with me. I grabbed the soap and started soaping up his big cock too. He was moaning and twitching and it did not take long until he shot a big load of cum on my hand and stomach. He kept looking at me while I slowly took my hand to my mouth and sucked up all his cum, then I fingered his cum off my stomach and licked it too. He pushed my throbber into the shower stream and wiped all the soap off of it. Then, keeping his eyes fixed on mine, he slowly sunk to his knees and started licking the head of my big cock. I was shaking with fear that one of the other coaches would walk in and find us, but I could not stop him. He was skilled at this and he started taking more of my cock into his mouth and sucking and licking it. I was moaning like a bitch in heat, massaging his slender shoulders, running my fingers through his hair and pulling his head and mouth deeper on my cock. He took it all the way down his throat, past his gag reflex, and I face-fucked his mouth hard. The fever in my head was getting hotter and hotter, my breathing grew rapid, and I felt my orgasm approaching. I said, "DeShaun, I'm about to cum! You don't have to take it in your mouth." He just grinned up at me as my body stiffened, and my cock started spasming and soon I was blasting rope after rope of my hot cum in his mouth. He kept looking at me while he smiled and slowly swallowed it all. I couldn't take my eyes off his cum-splattered thick lips as he continued to suck my sensitive cock head, and licking it clean of cum. I pulled him up in my arms and gently French kissed him, then passionately, tasting my cum, as I kneaded his perfect bubble hard buns. This was the most exciting sexual experience I had ever had. As we continued to kiss, I said, "Hey, we gotta get dressed NOW. Go to your locker, and meet me outside, I'll drive you home. We need to talk. He smiled and said, "Yes, we do." I hope you enjoyed Chapter 1! More chapters to cum.