Date: Sun, 11 Oct 2020 12:19:07 -0400
From: Ww Ww <er14990606@gmail.com>
Subject: Coach Brown, Chapter 5

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Coach Brown, Chapter 5

	For the next twenty minutes, the Coach was absorbed in his
thoughts, his mind flooded with memories of long ago.  They began on his
first day of college.  He was not a coach, but only David Brown. He
reported early to start football practice, and was lugging two large
suitcases down the dorm hall looking for room 4.  Having found it, he
pushed opened the door, shoved one suitcase into the middle of the room and
carried in the other as he held the door open.

	In the room he saw a light-skin African-American putting clothes
into a dresser drawer.  David stopped and turned his head to look at the
number on the door.

	"You are in the right room.  I'm a black guy with an Italian name."

	David smiled, extended his hand, and introduced himself, "David
Brown."

	I'm Roger Marconi, Welcome."

	The two roomies sat down to talk and immediately bonded.  Both had
athletic scholarships to Mountain State.  David was only two hours from
home; Roger was from California, a good thousand miles away.  David was a
tight end, while Roger was a running back.  Both had realistic views of the
future.  It was not the NFL.  David aspired to be a high school football
coach and a teacher of his favorite subject, history.  Roger was a
chemistry major, one of the toughest at the university, and expected to
work in that field after college.

	David had brown hair, intense green eyes, and stood six feet, two
inches tall.  Drawn to sports at an early age, he had developed a strong
muscular body. He was proud at what he saw when he stood naked before the
mirror--powerful legs, strong arms, and a well-defined chest. He had a
notable piece of meat between his legs, thicker than most guys with a good
length, which made him proud walking to the showers in the locker room.

	Roger came from an athletic family.  His father was from Italy, and
came to the United States to play soccer for UCLA, where Roger's mother ran
track.  Roger had a strikingly handsome face, with black hair, brown eyes,
and was slightly taller than David, leaner but muscular.  When David first
saw Roger naked, there was a notable emotional response, something
undefined but something powerful.  David knew the work and effort a person
undertakes to develop the power, strength, and ability of an athlete, and
in that process, they might develop a body to admire.  Roger had a body to
admire, but it was more than that.  He had a grace and beauty about him,
and he carried this gift so naturally. It was like looking at an art work
in a museum.  When David looked at Roger, he saw a Greek statute, a bronze
Greek God.

	Roger was committed to his studies and spend several quiet hours
every night on the small sofa in their room reading chemistry.  Roger's
habits rubbed off on David, so he also paid serious attention to his school
work.  David sat at a desk across the room.  Roger's regular uniform in the
dorm room was a pair of boxer briefs.  That's all he wore, fall, winter, or
spring.  David soon fell into a similar practice, shirtless but wearing a
pair of gym shorts.

	By the second week, a routine was set.  It was classes in the
morning, football practice in the afternoon, a team shower in the locker
room, dinner, and then several quiet hours studying in the dorm room.
Roger sat on the sofa with a chemistry book in his lap, and David sat at
his desk across the room.  It was Wednesday evening of that second week,
and David took a break from his reading, raised his head, and glanced
across the room at Roger.  Roger was focused on his reading, but David
could see that Roger had a hard on.  His underwear was tenting straight
out.  David quickly turned his eyes back to his book.  A short time later,
David detected some movement out of the corner of his eye, and he glanced
up again.  Roger had moved his hard cock to where it laid flat against his
stomach, and he continued to read.  David looked away quickly so as to not
seem like he was staring, but his mind was on Roger's dick.  David
restrained himself for nearly a minute and glanced again.  Roger continued
to read, and the long hard dick was now soft and hardly visible in his
underwear.

	The next night, the same thing happened.  Roger's dick grew hard.
He moved it to a more comfortable and discreet position.  He continued to
read.  But this time, his long cock stayed hard.  Roger made another
adjustment but nothing changed.  David was sneaking peeps all this time.

	Finally, Roger said, "Damn, my cock has a mind of its own.  I have
tried to ignore it.  It is just sitting here hard while I am trying to
read.  I might have to go down the hall to the bathroom and take care of
it.  If not, I won't get any studying done."

	David, looking at Roger and the hard cock in his underwear, said,
"Well, when that happens, you need release."

	There was a pause, and then Roger said, "Do you think you could be
a buddy and help me out?"  David looked at him with a quizzical look.
Roger continued, "You know, give me a helping hand."

	 The words finally registered with David.  Roger wanted a jack off
session.  David had had mutual jack sessions with several of his friends in
high school, and he was quick to say "Sure.  All this talk has made my dick
hard too."

	Roger lifted his hips and slid his underwear down to his ankles and
then kicked them off.  He spread his legs and put his arms along the back
of the sofa.  David stood up, dropped his shorts and stepped out of them.
David sat beside Roger with their legs touching.  Between Roger's legs
stood a hard, straight cock, maybe 7 inches, with a big head.  He was
smooth with only a patch of hair around the base of his cock. David wrapped
his fingers around it and began a gentle slow motion up and down.  Roger
gave a quiet moan of approval.

	David speeded up, using the technique he had perfected jacking his
own cock since he was twelve.  Roger's arms remained on the back of the
sofa.  After a minute or so, David realized that it was not a mutual
jacking session.  Roger made no attempt to reach for David's cock.  David
had misread the circumstances, but he was not bothered.  He enjoyed having
his hands on this beautiful guy's cock, and he intended to jack himself off
when he had finished with Roger.

	David used two hands, with one working Roger's tool, while the
other cupped his balls, felt the tight black curls of his pubic hair at the
base of his dick, and rubbed his precum around his dick head.  He ran his
palms up across Roger's muscled stomach and up to his pecs. By now Roger
was close and began bucking his hips.  He said, "Here it is" just before
thick creamy cum poured out on to his stomach and ran down and puddled
around the base of his cock.

	David took his hand, wet with Roger's sperm, and moved to his own
dick.  David was at least the length of Roger but much thicker.  It was
impressive, growing out of a brown bush that David kept trimmed.  David
jacked and Roger watched with fascination.  He stared as David worked his
dick, pulled on his balls, and rubbed his nipples that were erect and
sensitive.  When his climax arrived, David arched his back and raised his
hips and four streams of cum shot into the air, hitting his chest, with one
shot landing on his chin.

	"Shit'" Roger exclaimed, impressed with David's fountain of a
climax.

	David sat there, enjoying the afterglow.  Then he took his fingers
and scooped up some of his cum and took it to his mouth where he licked it
off.  Roger was focused, watching closely, and David felt compelled to say
something, so he muttered, "Tastes good."

	Then Roger took his hand and with a finger rubbed off the cum that
landed on David's chin.  He put his finger in front of David's lips.  David
extended his tongue and licked.  Then he opened his mouth and enclosed it
around Roger's cum covered finger.  He sucked his own cum off as Roger
fucked his mouth with his finger.  Roger reached for tissue, took some and
gave some to David.  They both cleaned up.  Nothing was said about what had
happened.  David turned out the light on the desk and went to bed.  Roger
read some more before doing the same.

	The next night the two roommates were in their respective
positions.  One was reading on the sofa, and the other was sitting at his
desk, staring at his book, wondering if they were going to have a repeat of
the night before.  Finally, after two hours, Roger said it again.

	"David, do you think you can help a buddy out?"

	David looks up with a smile on his face and says, "Sure."

	Down went the underwear and shorts, and David sat beside Roger like
the night before.  David took Roger's hard cock and began to jack it.

	Roger said, "Do you think you can do a little more?"

	David began to jack a little faster, and said "Like this?"

	Roger, stumbling over his words, said, "No, I mean, you know,
something more."

	David understood the second time.  He got up and moved between
Roger's spread legs, dropped to his knees, and extended his tongue.  He
licked from the base of Roger's dick to its head, then put it between his
lips and lowered his mouth onto Roger's big tool.

	Roger sighed with pleasure and excitement, "Oh, man, that's good."

	David gave him a first-class blowjob.  He licked and sucked the
hard cock before him.  He ran his tongue across Roger's slit and tasted his
pre-cum.  Then he licked each ball before sucking the whole ball sack into
his mouth. He pulled his cock away from his stomach, ran his lips down the
top of his dick, and put his wet tongue in the pubic hair at the base.  But
most of all, he bobbed his head up and down, jacking Roger's dick with his
wet lips.

	Roger's hands were not on the back of the sofa like the night
before, but were on David's shoulder and then his head and then the back
his neck.  Roger began to buck his hips ever so slightly, and then
announced his climax with an "Ahhh!"  David felt his mouth fill with creamy
thick cum and he swallowed.  More came and he swallowed more.  He removed
his mouth, put his hand around Roger's dick, and squeezed the last drop of
cum from the shaft, and licked it off.

	David sat back on his heels.  He ready for his own release.  He
sensed from last night that Roger enjoyed watching, so he intended to put
on a show.  David flexed his muscles and his dick jumped away from his
stomach twice.  He pulled on his balls sack and then ran his hands up
across his muscular abs to his pecs and rubbed his sensitive and erect
nipples.  Then he began to whack his hard, thick meat.

	David jacked away, working closer and closer to a finish, when he
felt something on his leg.  Roger was rubbing the inside of David's thigh
with his foot.  Then Roger put his toes under David's ball sack and lifted
it several times.  Finally, Roger bent forward and took David's dick from
him, replacing David's hand with his own.  This was the first time that
Roger had touched David, and Roger's long fingers around David's shaft sent
electricity through his body.  Roger jacked David's cock and held his balls
as David leaned back and rested on his arms.  It did not take long.
David's balls tightened up, and Roger knew that the climax was soon.

	David yelled out, "Oh, My God," as streams of cum shot into the
air, hitting David's chest and neck.

	"Wow," Roger exclaimed, impressed again with David's cock hosing
his chest with cum.  The last of the spunk ran down David's cock onto
Roger's fingers.  Like the night before, Roger took his fingers to David's
mouth to be sucked clean.  Then David took Roger's hand and rubbed it up
his chest, scooping up as much cum as Roger's palm could hold.  David
buried his face in Roger's palm, sucking up the cum.

	A moment passed while the two guys enjoyed the afterglow of their
climax when Roger said, "That was good.  Thanks."

	David replied, "I enjoyed it."  In his mind, his comment went
beyond the pleasure of a climax.  Beyond the excitement of having someone
bring you to climax with their hand.  David also enjoyed sucking Roger,
holding this beautiful guy's dick in his mouth, receiving the cum of his
Greek God.

	Of course, sucking Roger's cock was on David's mind the entire next
day.  He could hardly wait for study time that evening in hopes of
repeating it all again.  It seemed that Roger has similar thoughts, because
after only 45 minutes of pretended study, Roger called to David across the
room, "Do you want to play?"

	David lifted his head from his book and saw Roger sitting there,
his underwear already discarded and his dick in full erection, standing
tall and straight.  David stood up, dropped his shorts and assumed his new
position between Roger's spread legs.  David put his wet lips over Roger's
dick head and ran his tongue around it.  Then he took as much of Roger's
manhood as he could, not reaching to the base but pleased that only two
inches were left untouched.  Roger responded with a moan.  After sucking on
the balls, David took the shaft in his mouth again and began a loving suck.

	After about two minutes of David's licking and sucking, Roger
pushed David back and off his cock.  Roger stood up and moved behind David.
He put his hands gently on David's shoulders, and David bent at the waist,
placed his face on the sofa, and arched his back, ready to receive Roger's
long hard cock.  Roger opened his mouth and spit fell straight down to
David's crack, wetting it and preparing it to better take a dick made wet
from David's sucking.

	David felt hands on his hips and a dick against his closed hole.
Roger pushed the hole open and entered, not pausing until he was fully in,
his pubic hair brushing against David's bottom.  David accepted the initial
discomfort without a sound.  Then Roger ran his hands up David's back,
across his shoulders, and up his outstretched arms.  His chest was touching
David's back.  Then David felt Roger's lips.  He kissed his back. He kissed
again.  Then he kissed the back of his neck.  Then Roger said softly in
David's ear, "You feel so good."

	Roger then reached around and found David's cock.  He jacked him
slowly as his other hand held his ball sack. This pause allowed the initial
discomfort of David being impaled with Roger's dick to grow to something
more enjoyable.  It became even better when Roger began to move his hips,
sliding his cock up and down David's tunnel.  Roger began with slow gentle
strokes, increasing his speed as the friction in David's male pussy
intensified the pleasure in his cock.  David's pleasure peaked when Roger's
cock reached its deepest penetration, and he moaned with every thrust.
David's hand was on his own dick.  With a dick in his hole and a hand on
his dick, David could feel a wave building up in him.

	David could feel the strength of Roger's body as he pounded David's
bottom and he enjoyed it.  David cried out, "Oh, Oh, Roger, Fuck me, Fuck
me, Roger!"  Roger complied, fucking harder and faster.  The storm building
in both of them burst at the same time with shot after shot of Roger's
thick cream emptying into David as David sprayed the floor beneath him with
squirt after squirt of his sperm.

	They stayed quiet and coupled until Roger began to soften.  Before
he withdrew, Roger again leaned over and kissed David on the back and the
neck.  He said softly in his ear, "David, you are so good to me."  After he
withdrew, he laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling.  David sat on the
floor with his back against the sofa, his knees pulled up.  They breathing
slowed.  Roger raised up on his elbows and looked with a smile at David.

	David said, "That was great."

	Roger said, "No, it was incredible."  David laughed in agreement.

To be continued