Date: Mon, 08 Jun 2020 12:11:37 +0000 From: Strange writer Subject: Pinehurst Middle School 3 Sorry for the delay in writing this installment. I have been working on other series as well as just having difficulty finding time to write. Hopefully it's worth the wait, if anyone is still reading! As always, please reach out if you would like to comment or just chat at strangestorywriter@protonmail.com and I'll always get back to you. If you like this story, please check out my others: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/surprise-at-the-pool/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/shelter-in-place/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/boys-in-the-alley Disclaimer: This story involves sex between adults and children. Everything that follows is completely made up by me and is 100% fiction. All characters are figments of my imagination, they are not based on real people. Real children do not act this way. If you are not allowed to read this type of story in any way, or are unable to separate fact from fiction, please stop reading. If you enjoy the Nifty archive as much as I do, please consider donating to keep it alive and thriving at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Best- Strange Writer Pinehurst Middle School 3 Coach Thomas was the stereotype of an old school gym teacher. Once a college linebacker, he was still an immensely powerful man, but like so many former athletes, all of that muscle was hidden by a bit of a belly and the associated girth elsewhere. He was known only as "Coach". You'd have to dig a file out of personnel to find out his real first name because it was never used. He ran the athletics program at Pinehurst as his own kingdom, and was one of the few teachers who pre-dated Principal Carson. Because of this, he was less beholden to the boss than the other teachers. But that didn't cause conflict, because both men held the same interests in bed partners, the difference between Coach Thomas and the other male staff was that he was able to recruit his own boys. The biggest carrot that got him into these athletic boy's pants was the basketball team. The only school sports at Pinehurst were basketball and cross country. Cross country was a no-cut sport run by the English teacher, Mr. Larson and Coach Thomas was fine with that. Basketball, on the other hand, was serious and cut-throat. There were 250 boys at the school, all of whom wanted to play, but only 15 made the team. Therefore Coach Thomas found that his say on who joined the team had boys, and their parents, throwing themselves at him to make sure that perfect little Johnny made the team. It all starts with the summer fifth grade basketball clinic. This was a limited enrollment program, again run by the coach, which allowed him to evaluate the incoming class and decide who would make the team in the fall. He alone made all of selections for the program, making him the sole target of all attempts at favoritism. The other carrot was scouts. It may sound odd that a bunch of middle schoolers would suddenly be into scouts, but Coach Thomas was the scoutmaster, and he required all of the boys on the team to join. Since these were the most popular kids at school, the other boys were soon roped in, until he had a full troop of tweens and teens joining up for meetings and long camping trips. So if you take all of the rising fifth graders, cut them down to 15 spots at the clinic, then dwindle that down to the 4-6 kids who will actually make the team, you can see that the situation was wide open to efforts at favoritism. One such repercussion of this was happening tonight, as Coach Thomas had been invited to the home of PJ Olson for a dinner party. This was not a normal invitation for Coach Thomas, and was an obvious attempt by PJ's parents to butter the man up and try to gain a spot in the summer clinic. What they didn't know was that he knew all about PJ and his ability, as he did all of the athletic fifth graders. So the decision had already been made, PJ was absolutely getting an invite to the clinic, but Coach Thomas wasn't going to share that until he got some of the perks that were on offer to him. As his third period 8th grade class got dressed for gym, he noticed that John Stanton was suited up and ready to go. "John," he called out of his windowed office, "since you're ready, come help me with the equipment," he ordered. As the tall 14 year old basketball player strolled toward the door, the coach took the opportunity to scan the room of adolescents in various stages of undress. The school, under his advisement, still requires jock straps for boys in gym class. This required every boy to strip naked and pack themselves into the tight pouch and pulling the elastic straps around their buttcheeks. Even after donning the specialized undergarment, their beautiful asses were still on display, framed by these straps in back. These big kids offered an exciting view, but you should see the sixth graders, their little asses grabbed by the restrictive clothing was delicious. When John came through the door, Coach Thomas leaned out of the door and yelled to the boys filing out into the gym, "We're finishing up the basketball unit today, so go ahead and shoot around until we get out there." There were three kinds of boys in the class; those who noticed nothing unusual, those who wondered why John had to stay behind, and those, mostly basketball players or scouts, who knew exactly why he was held back. The coach closed the door and said, "Thanks, John, I need some help with something," to which John smiled, as he was all too familiar with the coach's needs and how to take care of them. "I'm heading over to PJ Olson's house tonight for a party, and I don't need to go in there with a itchy trigger. Are you ready for me, I really need a release?" he asked as he grabbed the bulge in his tight coaches shorts. "Just like you tell us at scouts," John answered, "always prepared," and he pulled out a small tube of lube that was tucked into the waistband of his gym shorts. "I told Mrs Griffith that I had an upset stomach, then got myself loosened up in the bathroom last period," he informed his coach with a smile. Coach Thomas returned a wicked grin, "That's my good scout!" he said proudly, "`cause I don't have time to warm you up the way I'd like to. I'm just gonna have to stick it right in," he purred and John just smiled and bit his lower lip. The last of the students headed out the door, and Coach Thomas turned the blinds, "Lower your shorts but leave your jock on," he ordered, "and put your hands on the desk." John did as he was told. The skinny adolescent was a good looking kid, light brown hair, trimmed neat as his coach instructed, blue eyes, easy smile, and a firm but very slim body. He was tall for his age, the top of his head coming up to coach Thomas' eye level. His exposed ass was also slender and firm, beautifully held up by the straps under each cheek. As soon as he bent over, his well-used hole came into view, a nice sheen of lube all around the darkened muscle. "You are ready," the strong man confirmed as he slid a finger inside, "I'm gonna be able to stick my cock straight up you pussy." He pulled his shorts down below his package, his erection a good 6 1/2 inches long and fairly wide, and hooked the waistband under his balls. Using his left hand he pried the muscular cheeks apart and lined his dick up with the boy's anus. He groaned as his glans made contact with the moist hole and applied pressure, the sphincter opening easily and letting his tip pop into the warm confines of the boy's rectum. "Oh, that's a good boy," he groaned as his penis sank farther up the boy's tunnel, "fuck you're hot inside," he announced. "Ooh, oh," John sang as the large prick intruded inside of him, "fuck, Coach, fuck, oh, fuck," he chanted as the man hit bottom and immediately began to thrust long and deep, knowing that John would be happy to take it. Admittedly, Coach Thomas was partial to the younger boys, but the early teens have their advantages too. Sure there might be some hair and a good size cock hidden under that jockstrap pouch, but no fifth grader could walk in, bend over and have him slide his dick up his boycunt like it was made of butter. He`d enjoyed many long sessions of lovemaking with John, starting when he was a new recruit in fifth grade, but this was going to be the quickest of quickies, the man just needed to empty his balls, and John was more then happy to accommodate him. Coach Thomas quickly worked up to a frantic pace slamming into the squishy hole, " i'm gonna cum so fucking hard," he bellowed as he bottomed out in the narrow ass over and over again, John grunting and moaning below him. "Don't come inside me I've still got to play basketball," John begged, " my shorts will get soaked!" His coach groaned, "Alright, just this once," he choked out as he was nearly out of breath. The inevitable was about to take place, so the coach made a quick decision and pushed the boy's gym uniform shirt up his back. As he stroked the newly exposed skin, he felt his climax approach as his low hanging balls slammed into the boys taint. His fucking grew even more furious as John let out guttural groans and cries as his ass was pummeled, until finally orgasm over took Coach and he pressed himself as far inside the slick warm hole as possible before withdrawing and screaming, "Oh fuck, here it comes," aiming his ejaculating cock up over the top strap of the boys jock and unloaded across his lower back. "Oh, man did I need that," coach Thomas panted as he came down from his high, "thanks kid," he added and lightly slapped John`s ass and started looking for how he was going to clean up the mess he made all over the boy. John looked over his shoulder and smiled, "Anytime, coach," he said. Coach Thomas grabbed a gym towel from a warm pile just back from the dryer. He used the warm, rough towel to clean the cum off of John's back, the coach's wilting penis still hanging obscenely out of his shorts. After the last traces of his cum were cleared off of the boy's back, he gave him another pat on the butt and said, "Alright, time to join the rest of the class." John pulled his shorts over his gaping wet hole and Coach Thomas packed himself back into his tight coaches shorts, then they made their way out into the gym to join the other kids. 4 In a town filled with upper middle class families, the Olson's lived in the nicest part of town, on one of the nicest streets and in one of the nicest houses. Normally Coach Thomas would not be included in their gatherings, but as we mentioned before, the Olson's were making a blatant attempt to butter up the coach and influence the decision on whether their son would eventually join the basketball team. Coach Thomas didn't mind any of this. He didn't hold the Olson's wealth against them; maybe they would be donors to the basketball program or scouts. He didn't mind only being invited to the party in order to be bribed; he was about to use the situation to his advantage and satisfaction. He was familiar with almost everyone in town, and therefore was welcomed with open arms. He rang the bell and was greeted by PJ's parents. They extended a warm greeting, ushering him into the party, and attempting to make small talk. After a couple of minutes, Mr. Olson addressed the elephant in the room, "So, Coach, have the summer clinic invites been extended yet?" He knew perfectly well that they hadn't, "PJ is really hoping to get a shot." "No, I'll have a formal tryout so that I can check the boys out," he told them, laughing inside at how he would definitely check the boys out in his own way, "I've heard good things about PJ, though, so I'm sure that he'll do a great job." "That's great to hear," the father said, "hey, why don't I introduce you?" he asked, "He's right outside playing, let me go get him." Mr. Olson stepped away and left him with Mrs. Olson who had even less to say. She actually excused herself to go check on something, so the man was standing by himself when the Mr. Olson returned with PJ. As they approached, Coach got his first look at the 11 year-old. He didn't have the lean, tall build of so many of the boys who would make the team, but it was obvious by the way that he moved that he was athletic and confident. His hair was sandy brown and he had smallish eyes that were almost green, giving him an ethnic look that belied his WASPish roots. He wore a broad smile as he approached the gym teacher. "Coach Thomas, this is PJ," the boy extended his hand upon his father's greeting, "Nice to meet you Mr. Thomas," the boy said in an unbroken, high-pitched voice, "I really hope to play basketball next year," he admitted. "Don't badger the man, son," the father said, a little embarrassed by his son's forwardness. "No problem at all," Coach said, "I encourage my boys to speak their mind, I believe it helps build confidence. Hey, if you really want something, you need to do what it takes to get it, even if it means breaking some social niceties." PJ smiled broadly at the seeming compliment of his behavior while his father answered, "That makes perfect sense coach, I guess that's why you have such a successful team." "We work hard at it," the coach answered, "we have lots of activities that build team unity, I think that's the most important thing," he pontificated on his coaching philosophy, "the boys need to really have a deep knowledge of their teammates. That bond makes them work as one unit." "See, buddy," his dad told PJ, "you should do everything that the coach asks you to do, he's turned lots of boys into successful players and always has a great team." "I know that dad, I'll do whatever Coach says," PJ answered, obviously instructed to sound eager and willing to work hard. Coach Thomas smiled thinking that Mr Olson ordering his son to obey him was gong to play right into his hands. "Well, I need to go mingle, it has been great seeing you," Mr Olson said, "PJ, why don't you show Coach Thomas around?" "That'd be nice," Coach said. "Sure dad," PJ piped in, "let me show you the basement," he said with a smile. "Lead the way," the man told PJ. No one at the party took notice when the coach left with the boy and they headed down the wide staircase to the nicely finished basement. Several younger kids were playing down there who also ignored them, and no adults, so they were able to sit on the couch and have a relatively private conversation. The two of them sat and talked about PJ's interests, the boy gamely trying to bring the conversation back to basketball every time. Coach Thomas was finding the child not only attractive, but also charming. The boy was dressed up for the party and seeing him in his thin slacks and buttoned up shirt only added to his sexiness. Eventually the coach relented and let the conversation focus on the basketball team. Coach again brought up team unity, and techniques that he uses to grow cohesiveness. "We have a mentoring program where an eight grader is assigned to a sixth grader. Usually these two become great friends who form a strong bond," he explained, "and then these two bond with other pairs on the team, which helps the whole team become one." "These bonding exercises help the team to feel completely at ease with each other, with knowledge about how their teammates react with their bodies, how they move, what triggers certain responses, that kind of thing," he continued. PJ was just staring at him, nodding along in Pavlovian agreement with the large man, "all of this and they grow to completely trust one another, and enjoy each other's company." "That sounds nice," PJ responded, somewhat apprehensively. Coach Thomas thought that was an unusual reaction, so he asked, "Have you maybe heard some rumors about those bonding activities?" he asked. PJ was quiet for a second, then answered, "My friend Alex told me some things." "We don't have anyone named Alex on the team," coach answered, "how did your friend hear these things?" "He does scouts with you, and he knows a lot of the boys who play," he answered. Coach got a look of recognition, "Oh the hockey player! Sure, he would know," he said with a chuckle, "so what did young Alex tell you?" PJ blushed and looked down, "He said that the players do things to each other," he paused, then looked into Coach Thomas' eyes and finished, "and they do things with the coaches," he said flatly. The man looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to them. Confirming that they weren't, he suggested more privacy, "Why don't you show me your bedroom?" he suggested. PJ looked nervous for the first time, his confidence shaken slightly by the reality of the steps that he was taking, "Ok, Coach," he said and stood up to go, the man following close behind. PJ's room was large, but still a carryover from childhood. There were race cars and airplanes on the walls, an airplane light fixture, toys lining the walls, and a set of twin beds. After they entered, the coach pushed the door closed and turned the lock. When PJ stared at the closed door, the man tried to ease his mind, "We just need to have a private conversation. Something important about all of this is that you need to trust me, I would never hurt you, my goal is to turn you into the best player and teammate that you can be. That is, assuming that you are picked for the summer program," he told him with a warm smile. PJ seemed to relax slightly The coach sat down on one of the twin beds and patted the spot next to him, "Have a seat," he said, "let's chat." The boy sat down next to him and stared down at his loafers, pushing his toes together, "So tell me, what did young Alex tell you about what the basketball team does?" PJ looked over at the powerful man, "He said that the boys do naked stuff together," he started, "like blowjobs and putting it in their buttholes," he said with a little amazement in his voice, "and the other thing that he said was that everybody has to do those things with you first if they want to make the team." He looked at the coach with an expectant look, waiting to hear if the rumor was true. The man let the questioning statement hang in the air for a few seconds, then addressed the boy with, "PJ, `has to' is a strong statement. No one `has to' do anything. But the truth is, everyone on the team does do those things, and they're all happy to do it. But no, no one has to do it, they end up wanting to do it," he said. PJ stared at the coach, seemingly shocked by the admission as the man continued, "So here is how things work and why we do them this way; I told you about the mentors, in addition to mentoring you in basketball, you will he expected to have sex with them," PJ's jaw dropped at the blatant admission of the rumors that he only half believed, "because if you've explored every inch of a teammates body, if he has been inside you and the two of you have moved as one, you will be better able to anticipate his moves on the court and vice-versa. You'll be able to know his abilities and which plays that he can make, and, possibly the biggest thing, you'll have an unbreakable bond that comes from making love to the other boy." The boys eyes got wider and wider as the coach spoke, but he didn't make a peep, "As for having to do it with me first? Again, you don't `have to', but in the end, I'm going to pick boys that I know that I can trust, the boys who will fit in to the team, and the boys who are strong enough to know what they want and do what it takes to make it happen." "S-s-so when does this happen?" PJ finally asked. Coach Thomas smiled, then looked at the locked door, then back at PJ with raised eyebrows indicating, "No time like the present," but instead he asked: "Have you ever done any of these things?" PJ turned bright red, then got a naughty smile, "Really?" the coach thought. "Um, Alex helped to get me ready," PJ said without offering any details. The man raised an eyebrow, "He did, did he? Well how did that go?" PJ looked right at the coach, "I wasn't sure at first, but it ended up being the best! Can I tell you something?" This was a surprise, "Sure, buddy, anything that you want." "I always wanted to make the team like everybody else, but lately I've been dreaming about which boy would be my mentor, and thinking about him being naked with me," he confessed, then looked down and smiled shyly. This was going very well, "That means that you'd probably be a good fit for the team," the man said, "tell me, what did you and Alex do together?" PJ smiled again, "Everything, I think," he told the coach, "we both sucked, and he let me put it in his butt and he put it in my butt." "Really? That's great, and you liked it? Well, Alex would be a pretty good teacher," Coach Thomas said, "did he introduce you to his friend Mr. Anderson?" "He said that he wanted to, but I haven't met him," PJ told him, "Alex really likes him, though." "That's true," coach said, "he's a nice man. He is a scout leader with me. You know, all of the basketball players have to join my scout troop, maybe you'd like to join? The big camp out is next weekend, maybe your parents can get you signed up this week." "That sounds cool!" PJ replied enthusiastically. Coach Thomas was very pleased with the beautiful child's eagerness. This couldn't have gone better as far as he was concerned. "There's one more thing that I'd like to talk about that some boys aren't sure of," the big man started, "while some boys have no problem with the sex, the thing that is an absolute necessity for team unity, in my opinion, is kissing." He stared at PJ as he spoke, and thought that he detected a smile at the corner of the preteen's lips, "How do you feel about kissing another boy, and also, about kissing a man? "I've already kissed a boy," he said with glee, proud of the accomplishment, "Alex loves to kiss!" he explained. "You're lucky you have Alex as a teacher, he's very experienced," he informed PJ, "well, you liked kissing a boy, how about kissing a man?" PJ smiled conspiratorially, "I would try it," he said, looking up at Coach Thomas. This was all that the man needed to hear, and leaned his head toward the boy, touched his hand to PJ's chin as he tilted his own head sideways to reach the boy's small lips. As they touched, PJ melted into the man, and when Coach Thomas slowly extended his tongue and ran it gently across the boy's lips, he parted them and let the large appendage enter into him, granting access to explore the warmth of his young mouth, tasting candy and coca-cola. He let his hand drift down the front of the boy's silky button up and let it slide down to the front of his dress slacks, and happily found a hard little lump pushing up from below, "Ummmm," the man purred into PJ's mouth and then took the spike in his fingers and rubbed it up and down causing PJ to pull away for a second and gasp. Then as quickly as he'd released his lips, PJ threw his arms around the large man and pressed his them back to Coach Thomas's and stuck his tongue out to meet the man's. They both made them stiff and flicked them against each other before PJ again mashed his lips to Coach's, passionately kissing him as he started humping his groin up into the man's fondling fingers. Coach released the small pants-covered penis and brought his fingers to the top button of the boy's shirt, unbuttoning this one first before continuing down and releasing each button as he went, still maintaining contact with the sweet boy's lips. When the last button was undone, Coach ran his fingers back up from the taut stomach, caressing his soft skin and he ran his hands up toward the boys nice chest and toward his shoulders, sliding PJ's shirt off as he went. The boy cooperated and helped pull the shirt over his hands when it was caught there. They broke off their increasingly sloppy kiss, both males out of breath, and the man sat back to take in the sight of the young, shirtless boy. He was well proportioned, his stomach showing signs of muscle, but his chest still the thin muscle of a child. His arms and shoulders were strong for his age, not the string beans that most basketball boys had. "You have a nice body," he told the boy, "stand up, I want to take your pants off," he said bluntly. PJ didn't hesitate, he stood up in front of the man, and the coach began to loosen his buckle, inches above the tent made by his little shaft. After undoing the belt, releasing the clasp, and unzipping then boy's fly, he got his first view of PJ's Tommy boxer briefs. He let the pants fall and they polled around PJ's ankles. Before helping him remove the pants, the man ran his hand over the milky white skin of the boys belly and down his abdomen to his smooth pubic area, just being revealed above his undies. Again he took hold of the boys erect penis, PJ smiling down at him, "You like this, huh?" PJ nodded his head, "It feels good when you rub it," he said. "When I rub what?" he asked with a smirk. "My penis," PJ said with confidence. "Say `It feels good when you rub my cock'." "It feels good when you rub my ... cock," the boy repeated hesitantly. "That's better, I'm going to see you cock now, boy," Coach told him as he took hold of the boy's waistband. Not one who required a slow reveal, he pulled the underwear straight down, quickly revealing the impossibly erect, pink-headed, 3 inch circumcised penis. Around the base he was completely bare, so smooth that the man ran his fingers over and over through the area while he pressed his thumb into the boy's soft but tight scrotum. Finally he brought his fingers together and began stroking the small shaft, relishing in the texture of his smooth skin and beautiful erection. As he masturbated the young boy, he put his foot on his underwear to help PJ step out of them, then leaned toward the boy and became the first man to touch his glans with his warm tongue. PJ made an "Um" sound, and stared down at Coach Thomas as the man slid his lips all of the way down the boy boner, bobbed back up, then dove between his tight thighs to lick at his scrotum. His balls were spongy in their sack as Coach pressed into it to separate them and lick around each growing testicle. After a minute of saliva soaking, he released the marbles and returned to the stiff stalk of the boy's cock. Using his tongue to bathe all around, he finally plunged down and took three sucks before pulling off and looking up at PJ. "Do you like what I'm doing?" he asked the boy, who nodded, "Then there are other things that you need to do, but you have to want to do them. Will you tell me what you want?" PJ looked completely confused, "Uh, I want this?" he guessed. Coach Thomas chuckled, "Let's put it this way; I wanted to see you naked, so I had you stand up and I took your clothes off. So I'll ask you again, what do you want?" PJ hesitated, then got a look of realization and reached out and started unbuttoning Coach Thomas's shirt. "That's it, baby," he said as he watched the naked boy's small hands begin to work. "Tell me what you want, PJ," he stated. "I want to see you naked," he said with confidence now. He quickly got the shirt unbuttoned, and helped the coach slide it off. The man had a large chest, with a little hair, over an ample belly, not huge, but far from a six pack. PJ put took hold of the man's arm and encouraged him up, then replaced him on the bed and started to work on the man's belt buckle. "That's it, PJ, take off Coach's pants," he urged as the boy unclasped the pants and worked the zipper down. "Do you feel my cock in there, baby? It's hard because of you," the coach told the smiling boy, "take them all off, and we'll be naked together." PJ did as he was told and started to lower the pants, wiggling them over Coach's ass, then down to his ankles, leaving him in only a pair of boxer shorts, but the surprise was spoiled because his thick cock was pointed straight out of the gaping fly. PJ just started at the huge organ, half of which was hidden inside the shorts, it was so unlike his own penis. It even made Alex's bigger cock seem like a small child's. "Keep going," he urged the shocked boy, "it won't bite," he laughed and PJ took ahold of the shorts and pulled them down, revealing the coach's large sack and shaved pubic area. "Look as long as you want," coach said, "explore as much as you want, it's all for you right now." PJ slowly extended a hand and finally touched his fingers to the cock in front of him, drawing a contented sigh from Coach. "Rub it a little," he instructed, "and feel my balls." PJ did as he was told, wrapping his small hand around the big dick and slowly stroking it, still awed by the size up close, especially knowing what was supposed to happen today. When he let his hand drift down to the sweaty scrotum, he was amazed at the heft of the testicles. "How do they feel?" "They feel heavy," PJ answered honestly, using both hands to lift first one loose testicle then the other before moving his hand back up to the penis bobbing in front of him. As he squeezed the shaft slightly, a drool of precum squeezed out, "Did you shoot off?" the boy asked innocently. Coach laughed and smiled, "No, that's precum, it comes out when a man is first excited and when things happening feel good, like the way you're making it feel good when you rub my cock," he explained. "I bet Alex's cum looks like this, right?" PJ nodded, "When you first start to cum, maybe in the next year or so for you, it's clear and sticky like precum, but then pretty soon you'll make a man's cum that's thick and white like they teach you in school. Go ahead and touch it," he instructed. PJ carefully touched the glans of the man and got a tiny bit on his fingers, rubbing it between his thumb and index finger, inspecting it's texture. Coach Thomas took a his own index finger and gathered a bit of the sticky fluid and said, "Open your mouth." PJ did as he was told, sitting on the bed, naked except for his socks, his penis still erect as it stuck out between his held together thighs, with his mouth open like a baby bird waiting for the big man's offering. What a sexy sight. The man placed his finger inside PJ,s mouth, and the tween instinctively closed his lips around the offered digit, the precum mixing with his saliva, getting his first small taste of a man's seed. He left his finger there for a few seconds, PJ just holding it but doing nothing else. "Suck on it," Coach ordered and PJ began to apply suction, licking the finger clean with his tongue, "Alex taught you well," he observed and the boy broke into an open-mouthed smile with the finger still inside him. After removing his finger, Coach asked, "Did you taste Alex's cum?" to which PJ nodded his head and smiled. "So you tasted my precum and Alex's cum, do they taste the same or different?" "Their different, but kind of the same," he started, "their both kind of sweet and salty, but yours is thicker," the preteen observed. "That's very interesting, you're paying attention," the coach said, "now let's try a little bit more, but I want you to take it right from me with your tongue." The implication was obvious to both of them, this simple step would be his first taste of a man's cock, but PJ had already tried the thick fluid seeping out of the man's pee hole and it wasn't bad, so how much worse could it be? He put his hand back around the fat penis and aimed it at his mouth, then extended his tongue to lick the head. As the first swipe of the warm rough texture of the boy's tongue drew across his glans a chill went up his spine and he hissed, "Oh, yeah, that's it baby boy, taste Coach's cock." A smile cracked the corner of the boy's mouth and he knew what to do next, drawing the wide head of the man's dick into his small mouth and suckled on just the crown, causing the coach to flinch with the intense pleasure. He brought his hand to the back of the boy's head, stroking his hair before applying a small amount of pressure to encourage him to take a little more dick into his steamy mouth. The boy let the big cock slide in a couple of inches before the coach released pressure and PJ withdrew, letting the penis slip out of his lips and looked up at his bedroom companion, "Use your tongue a lot, make my cock nice and wet, that feels the best," the coach taught him, "that will help me to cum, anything that feels good will make it easier for me to cum." Extending his tongue, PJ licked around the head of the cock and then lifted it to run his tongue up the underside from the root to the tip, "Oh, fuck yeah, like that," Coach said, "now stick it in your mouth and move your lips over me while you use your tongue." PJ did just as he was asked, beginning a typical sucking motion, bobbing his head up and down the shaft while making as much contact with his tongue as he was able, "Oh yeah, that's it, keep doing that, and move your hand to stroke me at the same time." Unlike many who were new to this task, PJ had not been shy about continuing to hold the long penis as he worked on it with his mouth, so he was immediately able to comply by moving his hand in time with his lips. He was doing an excellent job, and the sight of the willing boy stretching his lips around his fat cock was one of his favorite sights. PJ would pause occasionally to lick around the glans, eating more and more of the man's precum which he seemed to be acquiring a taste for, and twirling his tongue all around the head and up and down the shaft before plunging back down and resuming the blowjob. Where he was standing enjoying the boy fellating him, Coach could see out the window at the driveway and the luxury cars of all of the guests. People were still arriving, so he knew that they had a little more time together before the Olsons took notice of their absence. Looking down at the eager boy working so hard to please him was almost enough to send him over the edge. He took to instruction so well as he stroked the man's thick shaft in rhythm with his lips sliding over the top few inches. If he had the time, he would happily unload straight into that pretty little mouth, letting the boy taste his adult semen before it slid down his throat. But right now, time was of the essence, and he needed to accomplish more of what he viewed as training with the child. The coach slid his wet dick out of the clasping lips and helped the boy to his feet. Before he went any further, he bent down and gave an eagerly received kiss. After he broke away from the boy's sweet lips, Coach sat on the end of the small bed and patted the area next to him, "Come here, I want you to get on your hands and knees facing that way," he said, pointing toward the headboard. PJ complied, presenting his rear end to the man, "go ahead and lay your head down on the pillow, but stay on your knees," he instructed, the boy placing his head on it's side so that he was comfortably laying, not pressing his face into the bedding. Seeing the boy this way was a tremendous sight. His bottom was pushed up and out toward the man, his cheeks naturally spreading just from his posture, presenting his cute, unblemished anus for viewing. Coach ran his hands over the smooth, hairless cheeks and purred, "Baby, you have one of the nicest asses that I've ever seen," then placed his index finger at the top of his crack and slowly traced a line between his cheeks, his skin milky white all of the way to the tightly closed ring of his anus, which he touched and then circled with his exploring digit. The boy jumped when he felt the contact with his pucker, but settled down and let the man explore. Coach decided to play a little dirty, and reached around to present his finger to the boy's mouth, "Get this good and wet," he told the boy. Without hesitating, PJ slurped in the finger and slathered it with a as much saliva he could make. The perversion of seeing this boy go to town on the finger that was just touching his own asshole made the coach even harder if that was possible. Removing his finger from the warm mouth, he placed it back on the boy's anus and applied pressure while he massaged the hole. Finally the boy's sphincter responded to the slicked up intruder, and opened enough to let the fingertip pop in. There was little response from PJ, who seemed perfectly relaxed with his head comfortably laying on his pillow, his erection sticking out beyond his scrotum, tempting the man to crane his neck and suck it in. His finger was able to easily slide in and out of the gripping muscle until he pulled it all of the way out and spread PJ's cheeks to inspect the starfish. It was so pure and clean looking, a surprise for a boy of this age, impressing the coach with his hygiene. Even with his face very close to the pucker there was very little smell, although some earthy aromas did escape. Unable to resist any longer, Coach Thomas leaned in and licked the warm, rough hole, PJ letting out a quiet sound of pleasure. The first taste was of nothing, but as his saliva broke down the surface of the skin, he first tasted soap on top of the usual flavors of a young boy's butthole. "You cleaned up," he said, looking around toward the boys head, "did you do that for me?" A smile crept across the naughty boy's face, "Alex licked me like this, and he said that it's important that it's clean, and I thought that you might do it too, so I scrubbed it this morning," he blabbered out. "That's such a good boy," Coach responded, "it says a lot that you knew what you wanted and put time into preparing. That's what successful teammates do, see how much you're already learning by playing like this?" he asked rhetorically, then moved back between the firm cheeks and dove in. Coach started with strong licks over the hole, then leaned down and took the soft ballsack into his mouth before running his tongue up the back of the scrotum, over the perineum and through the crack from taint to top. Before going back to the task, the man asked, "What do you want, PJ?" There was a moments hesitation as the child woke from his bliss and tried to figure out the "right" answer. "Lick my butt?" he again asked instead of stated. "That's very good, but you have to say what you want, and when you're like this, a man might want you to call it your pussy or boypussy or boyhole, those make us men horny," he explained. Finally as clear and calmly as if he was asking what's for dinner, PJ said, "I want you to lick my pussy, Coach." "That's what I like to hear, tell your lover what you want," the large man said with a leer in his voice, "I'm going to lick your pussy so well that you won't know which end is up," he promised and dove back in, driving his tongue as far into the tight boy ring as possible, causing PJ to let out an "Oh!" sound. He twisted his head to help drill the wet appendage in farther, finally tasting the battery terminal flavor that he was used to overcome the taste of soapy skin. Drawing back out, he ran circles around the bumpy ring of muscle, feeling it slightly soften to his touch. Trying with limited success to keep contact with the sweet boyhole, he awkwardly reached for his pants bunched up on the ground and fished a small tube of lube out of the pocket. He squeezed a small bit onto his index finger and once again introduced it into the preteen orifice. With the earlier tongue work and the assistance of lubrication it slid in very easily, quickly embedded all of the way inside the squishy tunnel, "Ugh," said PJ as he bottomed out. Pulling the finger out then pushing back in, the coach was surprised at how quickly the boy opened for him. The hole had seemed impossibly tight when he first laid eyes on its tight puckered lips. He withdrew and added lube to his middle finger and more to his index before placing them back at the child's backdoor. He slid the index followed by the middle finger into his stretching hole. PJ moaned in a little bit of discomfort, but made no move to escape the invaders. Coach Thomas twisted the fingers around, moving them side to side and splitting them to stretch out the tight sphincter. Amazingly, he was even able to slide his ring finger in with the other two, even without adding any more lube. He ended up with his spread thumb and pinky pressed around the boy's asscrack and balls. Coach Thomas had a lot of theories about fucking boys. He had so much experience and had introduced so many to sex play with a man that he came to know what did and didn't work. His preference for penetrating a boy for the first time was to have the boy lay on his side with his upper knee bent. This position, he found, caused the boy to relax more, since he was able to remain completely passive, his weight supported by the bed. It also lined everything up inside, so that any kinks in the lower digestive tract were straightened out. But PJ had the misfortune of only have the twin beds. The floor was hardwood, so the bed was the only option for them, and it wasn't wide enough for any spooning. So PJ was going to have to take his first adult cock doggystyle. Feeling that PJ's hole was in a good state to move on, Coach slowly withdrew his fingers and watched as the hole stayed spread for several moments. He kneeled up beside PJ and rubbed his back saying, "Stay relaxed like this, baby, and everything will feel wonderful." PJ had a sleepy look on his face, seemingly finding the work on his backdoor quite pleasant and just said, "Um hum," in reply. Coach moved back behind PJ and applied lube to his cock, took one last opportunity to slide two fingers into the boy's rectum, which he did easily, and then lined himself up with the small pucker. This had gone very well so far, but this final step was a big one. The compliant boy was doing his part, relaxing under the ministrations of the large man. Now it was time to see if he could keep himself receptive through the insertion of the large penis into the boy's loosened hole. Coach rubbed his hand along PJ's smooth lower back, while finally touching the tip of his slickened pole against the boy's anus, "Tell Coach what you want," he said. Taking a brief moment to reply, PJ finally understood the game and said, "I want you to fuck my pussy," in a sweet relaxed voice. "Mmmm, yeah, you're going to get what you want," Coach told him. Leaning in to press his glans more firmly against the hole, the big man was initially met with unyielding resistance. Then, after circling his cockhead around the hole, he was pleasantly surprised when it opened slightly and the fat head of his dick was sucked through the boy's sphincter. "Ow, ow, ow," the boy protested as the wide spear stretched the boy as far as he had ever been. Lifting his head off of the pillow, he told the man, "It's too big, Coach, I don't think that I can do it." Coach Thomas left his cock right where it was, not pressing farther or pulling out, and stroked all over PJ's back and sides. He had been here before, and knew that if the sexy boy could get past this shock of intrusion he would soon open and begin to gain some pleasure from the act. "Trust me, sweet boy, if you just hold on, your body will work to allow me in more easily, and soon you'll start to enjoy it," he tried to reassure the boy, "remember, PJ, all of the boys on the team, all of your friends, they've all gotten through this and now they love me fucking them. You know what you want, you just have to work to make it happen." Starting to sweat slightly, the boy grimaced and grunted as his hole stretched around the huge glans. With the encouragement of the man's hand sliding up his back and applying pressure to the back of his head, he lay back down on the pillow, his back curving slightly downward, keeping his ass pointing up in the air with the long cock and barrel-chested man barely attached to his body and aiming slightly downward into the upturned butthole. From behind, as the boy settled slightly, Coach was treated to the beautiful sight of his prick stretching the no-longer-wrinkled lips of his boyhole. The spasms created by the shock of entry began to subside, and Coach acknowledged it, "That's it, sexy boy, relax your body, oh, man is your pussy tight," he added with a groan. He began to move slightly, just a barely perceptible back and forth. His experience told him that staying still wouldn't lead to any progress past the boy getting used to having a dick in his ass. Once that threshold had been crossed, motion was needed to further loosen the hole. And he was right, after only a few tiny thrusts his penis began a slow passage deeper into the hole, initially feeling like he could take it all of the way to the bottom. But half-way into the boy's squeezing rectum, PJ started to plead, "Ah, ah, ah, stop, stop," so Coach froze in place again. PJ's eyes were shut tight and he was breathing heavily and rapidly, trying unsuccessfully to calm down. Coach leaned closer to the boy's ear and said, "You're doing in, big guy, you're getting fucked by a grown man. You're almost all of the way there, just relax and you'll let me in," he told PJ, "I'm going to start again sweetie, I know that you can take it," and he pulled back slightly before putting his weight into the next thrust. His penis began to disappear as the boy's flower opened and the rest of his shaft slid into the steamy tunnel as the coach bellowed, "Oh, yeah that's it, you took my whole cock kiddo." "Ho, ohho," PJ sputtered while writhing as the coach bottomed out and he was completely filled with a grown man's cock for the first time ever. "Just relax, baby, you did it, you opened your pussy for me, oh you're so hot inside," he moaned as he looked at his pubis pressed against the preteen crack and felt the boy's rectum squeeze and release as it worked to welcome him. "You knew what you needed to do and you worked to do it," he told the boy. After holding himself in place for several seconds, Coach eased out slightly, the tunnel still constricting his movement as he pushed back in and hit bottom making PJ grunt. Again, the time for holding still had passed, and the big man started to actually fuck the boy, pulling out one to two inches and then sliding back all the way until he was pressed against the sweaty buttcheeks. PJ's face had relaxed noticeably, his expression no longer one of discomfort. Shortly his pussy followed suit and he began to loosen more and more, easing the big man's movement. When the length and speed of the fucking increased, PJ brought himself up onto his hands to brace against the assault. He would whimper and grunt with each slap into his anus, the pain mixing with pleasure. When he was comfortably able to fully withdraw and then bottom out, the coach was very quickly nearing orgasm, the long build-up paired with the sight of his wide body dwarfing the small firm butt in front of him, not to mention the otherworldly sensation of the boy's tight sphincter massaging his penis were all too much. There were lots of decisions to be made and many of the coach's preferences were conflicting: PJ should get to see and feel his cum for his first time with a man, but he should also taste cum from his first blowjob, and most of all, shouldn't he feel a man's load pumping into his defiled colon after his first fuck by an adult? To give himself a chance to decide, Coach pulled out of the boy and encouraged him to roll over. Once on his back, Coach pushed his knees back to roll his butthole up for continued use. He stuffed some of the crumpled bedding under the boy's ass to keep him in this available position. Looking right in the boy's eyes he started to slide his erection back inside. PJ's cute lips formed an "o" as he took the full length of the man's erection into his silky sheath. When the coach was buried inside PJ, his large stomach and pubis were pushed up against the boy's scrotum and pressed along his penis. The contact caused his small cock, which initially had wilted, to re-harden. PJ's face was non-committal as he slid back and forth from the big man leaneding into him and once again began long slow thrusts that reached the depths of his rectum, "How is it?," Coach asked out of breath, "is it like you thought?" Still moving with the fucking, and out of breath from exhaustion, he did his best to answer, "Uh, uh, it's different than I thought, but, uh, uh, it's better too, oh, oh, oh," he cried as Coach hit bottom again and again with increasing force. "I knew that I liked it with Alex, oh, Coach," he babbled as the man hit against his tiny prostate, "but I thought that it would hurt worse with you, uh, uh, uh, but it feels kinda good and kinda bad," then he let his head drop to the side and closed his eyes as Coach continued to pump into the child. "That's good, baby," he panted, "let it take you over, let your body tell you what it likes," he continues as he began to perspire as he rutted over and over into the small hole. The feeling was intense as he looked down at the boy below him, completely satisfied with being fucked by an adult. "You're so good, you're so tight," he spat our breathlessly, then he made a decision and announced, "I'm going to cum inside you, I'm going to make you mine!" and picked up the pace again as he felt the familiar tingle in his balls, "Tell me that you want me to cum in your pussy," he commanded. PJ turned his head back to look into the eyes of the man fucking him, placed his hands on his chest as the intensity of the act reached a peak, "I want you to cum in my pussy!" he replied with passion. "I'm cumming, PJ, I'm cumming inside you!" Coach yelled, PJ was as active as he'd been, moving his ass slightly to try and meet the thrusts while the coach reached his threshold of pleasure and he felt his huge delivery of semen course through his penis so he pressed his body hard into the young boy before expelling the contents of his testicles in a series of strong contractions, filling the boy's rectum full of his man cum, "Oh, fuck yeah," he gasped as the last shot wracked his body, "that was great, kid," and looked down at the boy who lay flat on his back, his arms thrown out to the sides while the man's flagging erection was still implanted in his boypussy. Coach Thomas looked down at the boy and smiled, which PJ immediately returned warmly, "You liked it didn't you?" he asked. PJ nodded, "I did it Coach Thomas, I did it!" "You sure did, and you'll never forget this night, the night that the first man fucked your pussy. You'll never forget that it was Coach Thomas who did this with you." The man pushed himself up slightly and began to slowly withdraw his spent organ from the child's ass. As it flopped out, only a small dribble of semen followed, the sphincter clamping shut to hold the rest of the ejaculate inside. "You need to go try and use the bathroom, ok?" Luckily the room had an attached bathroom, so PJ stood up and instinctively grabbed his cheeks, pressing them together as he waddled out of the room. After a few minutes he returned, Coach hadn't been able to move after the marathon session, so PJ lay down on the bed with him and put his arm over him and lay his head on the man's big chest and stared at the slimy cock that had been in his mouth and ass that night which made him smile, proud of his accomplishments and feeling very close to the big man. "I like your penis," PJ said sweetly as he stared across the coach's belly at the flaccid appendage, "Can we do it again sometime?" he asked as he reached down and squeezed the object of his affection. "Mmmm, baby, I'll make sure of it," Coach purred as PJ cuddled up to his big body, "you're a pretty special boy," he threw in, causing PJ to smile up at him. As they maintained eye contact, Coach raised his heat off the pillow toward the boy and they brought their lips together one last time, it was sweet and tender and difficult to pull away from, but they were starting to risk discovery, "We need to get you cleaned up and head back downstairs," he said as he broke away from PJ's lips. PJ sighed but started to get up, as he stood the man got a nice view of his pussy, messy and a little puffy around the ring, but otherwise no worse for wear. It was a beautiful sight. While getting dressed, Coach reminded PJ about the big camp out, and that he needed to make sure to get his parents to sign him up this week. "Will my dad come?" he asked. "No," Coach answered with a chuckle, "there will be plenty of men there who are happy to watch over you." When they looked presentable they headed downstairs and sought out PJ's parents to say goodbye. When they found them, Mr Olson was perfectly happy to continue encouraging their engagement and PJ's obedience, "I hope that he didn't give you any trouble, you know how boys can be," he said. "I do," Coach said, laughing inside at how well he knows boys, he looked over at PJ, standing there beaming, and looked at the mouth that had so recently been introduced to his cock while imagining the squishy pools of his seed that were probably causing the boy to squirm right here in front of his parents. "But PJ was great, I can tell that he's a hard worker and will do whatever it takes to get the job done." Mr.Olson smiled proudly and put his hand on PJ's shoulder. Coach was sure to explain the scouts situation and the importance of PJ's attendance next weekend. His parents were very excited to include the boy, and happy that he would get to spend more time impressing Coach Thomas. He said his goodbyes, then turned to the cute boy, unable to see anything but the amazing boy below him as he fed him his long penis for the first time, "It was a pleasure to meet you, PJ, I can't wait to see you next weekend," he said as they shook hands and stared into each other's eyes, before reluctantly breaking contact as Coach Thomas made his way to the door.