Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2020 03:07:26 +0000 (UTC) From: Danny Smith Subject: Coach and the Kid part 3 The Coach and the Kid (Conclusion) By Danny Smith We sat there in the dark for a long time, lost in the afterglow of my first fuck. Coach took me into his living room, sat down in a big easy chair, and pulled me down on his lap. I curled up in his arms and we talked. The music was still softly playing in the background, the candles were burning and I was playing with Coach?s chest hair, my legs drawn up, like a baby being rocked by its daddy. ?How do you feel Skip?? he asked softly. ?I feel good,? I replied. ?My ass is sore, but not too bad. And I feel . . . I don?t know . . . full.? ?That?s the cum inside you. It?ll come out, if you let it.? ?How?? ?Just relax. Like you?re passing gas. In fact, we can recycle it, if you want.? ?What does that mean?? I asked, although in a way I thought I knew. He reached over to the small table by the chair and picked up a glass that had held bourbon earlier in the evening, drained it dry, then laid it on his lap close to my asshole. He started softly stroking my butt, then slowly moved his fingers to my rectum. When he started massaging me back there I really relaxed, and when he kissed me, sticking his tongue deep inside my mouth, I let go. The loud ?plop? sound coming from my asshole embarrassed me at first, but Coach didn?t move a muscle and in seconds I realized that Jimmy?s big load was now oozing out past my sphincter and into the waiting tumbler. A couple more of these emissions and I was emptied. The semen that had been swimming inside my bowels was now filling up Coach?s drink glass. He stroked my hair and laid my head on his muscular shoulder, bringing the glass up to my waiting lips. I knew what he wanted. I smelled the rich spermy load of Cajun-cum and my mouth watered. I took the glass from Coach and he watched me down the entire load in one gulp. ?Good boy,? he whispered. ?You?re a real cum slut.? I wiggled on his lap in pleasure. ?Yeah, you?re Daddy?s little cum slut.? Instantly, my boner was throbbing and again we deep kissed while he started to finger my ass. For some reason the soreness was instantly gone. I could think of nothing other than getting something ? something big ? stuck up there again. I wanted to be fucked, and this time I wanted Coach?s big meat shoved up there. He sensed my need and stuck two fingers into my rectum. After a few minutes of finger fucking me, he inserted a third finger. It hurt, but only a little, and I knew then that I could do it . . . I could take Coach?s man meat. He knew it too. In one mighty masculine move he scooped me up in his arms and rose from the chair. I practically swooned as he carried me back into the bedroom in his big hairy arms. I felt his biceps as he walked and wanted more than anything to be his pussy boy. He laid me on the same bed where an hour earlier I lost my virginity. This time I was on my back rather than my stomach. I wanted to watch what was going to happen. The Coach climbed between my legs, resting on his knees. He poured a huge amount of lube into his hand and reached between my legs. I could feel again his callused hand massaging my asshole, readying it for the final assault. He lifted my legs, higher and higher, until they rested on his shoulders. He inched forward and the tip of his gorgeous circumcised cockhead touched the entrance to my hole. He began slowly rubbing the head of his cock up and down the opening, teasing my rectum with the idea that it would soon be penetrated by his massive tool. His sex games were making me hotter and hotter. Finally, I couldn?t take it any longer, and I begged him, ?Coach, do it. Fuck me now . . . ? And he did. Leaning forward slightly he forced just the head inside me. This was it, the moment I had waited for, the act I was born to perform. The willing recipient of a hard stud?s rock hard cock, thrusting its way into the interior of my body. I reached up and placed my hands flat on his hairy chest, not in any way to try and stop what was happening, but to revel in the manliness of what was happening to me. Slowly . . . slowly . . . he penetrated deeper into my bowels, until finally he touched bottom. Unconsciously, I began moaning. I was impaled on the cock I had been worshipping all these past months. I felt whole and complete, like I was an extension of his body. He had made me his, and I was existing at that moment only to give him pleasure. And he did take pleasure. His slow methodical thrusts into and out of my ass were powerful reminders that he was the stallion and I was his mare. He was completely in control. All I could do was submit, existing solely to gratify his lust. His fucking gradually picked up speed. He began making deep rumbling sounds and his breathing became labored. I looked up into his face, hoping he would be looking at me, smiling or at least with a expression of satisfaction. What I saw was not what I expected, but thrilled me just the same. He was staring over my head, straight at the headboard of the bed, his face totally blank, his eyes seemingly blind. He was somewhere else, somewhere I?ll call sexland. Nothing existed for him but the pleasure he was feeling in his cock. Nothing else mattered. It was at that moment I arrived. I knew this was my fate, my destiny. I was going to be used by men from now on, my ass and my mouth were dedicated from that moment to giving men sexual pleasure, to receiving their seed, to providing a receptacle for their ball juice. I relaxed and became lost in the moment. It lasted only a few moments, but it lasted an eternity. When he finally came, an inarticulate, animal-like rumble echoed from the depths of his chest. With his final thrusts it seemed as if he would tear my ass to shreds, yet I knew no harm would come to me. I was invincible because I was his, to do with as he pleased. My own load shot out, my cock untouched. The mere shock of his deep thrusts had literally fucked the cum out of me. He was oblivious to my ejaculation, and that?s as it should be. His own was all that mattered. And it happened. With incredible warmth and wetness my ass was filled with manseed, created in his hairy balls, and now spurting from his majestic cock into my waiting boy ass. He relaxed. He slumped. I felt his weight press down on me, making me safe. We laid that way for long minutes, both lost in thoughts we could not put words to. Finally, he spoke. ?Skipper?? ?I loved it.? The end.