From: qwenya@bart.nl (MuscleBear)
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Subject: Coach M\M Bodybuilder story - coach.txt [01/02]
Date: Mon, 08 Jan 96 16:13:08 GMT
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'Coach', a gay 'chainletter': 22/11/95
Join in the fantasy: e-mail your addition (part 6) to:
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Part 1: Unknown
Part 2: exPECtation
Part 3: MuscleBear
Part 4: exPECtation
Part 5: MuscleBear
Part 6: FILL IN YOUR NAME HERE!!!

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3. Enjoy yourself! 



                             COACH

Part 1:
  This scene happened when I was a teacher's aid during a college class in 
Hawaii. I was a phys ed major, thinking I wanted to be a high school gym
teacher. I worked with a guy who just did that at a local high school on
the islands. A lot of surfers go to school out there and they're hot!
  This particular guy looked like the perfect picture of a coach. Tall,
blond crew cut, hairy chested, built like a brick shithouse. He was about
thirty-four (that seemed old to me at the time), totally masculine, hot as 
hell. I was just coming out then, and my cock would start getting hard
everytime I had a conversation with the guy.
  He picked me out of a list of ten applicants. When he interviewed me, it 
was at the high school and we were in his office located high above the
locker room. A large window looked out over almost every inch of the large 
concrete room. There was a class of high school kids taking showers and
changing below. I stared down knowing that the one way glass hid my
expression and my gaze, so I stared openly at a couple of the more hunky
guys. I watched as they soaped themselves down, rubbing their hands over
their hot young, athletic bodies.
  My cock started to stiffen as I stared at one particular kid. He was
obviously a leader and a real jock. Looking a little older than his
seventeen years, especially his body which was muscular and smooth, with a 
little hair on his chest and ass and a lot around his huge cock and balls; 
he had an air of authority about him besides being sexy in the extreme. You
know the look. There's something ripe and voluptuous about their bodies
without being feminine or fat.
  I was running my hands up and down his body in my mind when I heard
someone clear their voice behind me. I spun around. It was the coach. He
had a funny look on his face, a slight grin. His green eyes quickly went up
and down my body. I flushed, thinking that he might be able to see my semi 
hard cock straining in my Levižs. But the look passed and the interview
went by without a hitch. I got the job.
  I was to work with this hunky man three days a week and help him with the
football team after school two nights a week. He said it was going to be a 
lot a work, but to me the prospect made my heart beat faster.
  The first week was pretty uneventful, except for the last day.
  I was alone in the office, there was no practice and classes were out. I 
was going over the attendance lists for the week, the coach (his name was
Ben) was gone for the day. Being alone in the locker room slowly got to me.
I looked out over the room. Knowing I was alone I walked down the steps and
strode along the lines of lockers.
  I went to the locker of the kid I had stared at the first day. I later
found out he was quarterback on the football team, a real popular guy. He
also surfed when he had the time. I'd see him around school in his tight
levies and school jacket always with some hot chick with him. Anyway, I
went up to his locker and just for the hell of it yanked on the combination
lock on the locker. It opened. Slowly I swung open the metal door. Inside
was his complete gym outfit. I could smell the kids odor, the sweat as is
poured out of the confines of the locker. I reached in rummaged around his 
raunchy gym outfit. I found his jockstrap. I took his T-shirt. They were
soiled. It looked like he never washed them. I sniffed them. They smelled
so strong my head began to spin. I thought of the hot jock who wore them
and my cock began to stiffen.
  I stood alone in the empty locker room the hot jocks raunchy jock strap
and T-shirt to my face. The smell was strong, pungent, overpowering all the
other smells of the locker room. My cock was fully hard in my tight levies.
  I suddenly realized where I was. I couldn't let anyone catch the coaches 
assistant sniffing jock straps. I went up to the office high above the
locker room. I closed the door and pulled my cock out of my straining
Levižs. I breathed the young jocks smells into my nose. I had never been so
high on sex in my life. I began to jack my 8' inch throbbing rod, when I
heard a door slam downstairs.
  I looked out the one way glass. It was the coach, and he was locking the 
door behind him. He had come in from running laps alone. I quickly hid the 
jock strap and T-shirt in the waste paper basket. And stuffed my cock back 
in my jeans...
  I started to sit back down at the desk to go over the attendance figures 
for the week. But noticed the coach wasn't headed for the office. He went
to his locker in the corner and opened it. He was sweating like a pig. His 
T-shirt clung to his body, I could see every deeply chiseled muscle of his 
massive back. When he turned his chest was outlined in such detail, I could
see the individual hairs and the outline of his nipples.
  I suddenly realized, the coach didn't know I was in the office and I was 
hidden by the one way glass and he was going to take a shower! My cock
which had been softening, now sprung to attention. Thinking he was alone,
the coach was going to shower in the large area, not in the shower in the
office.
  I watched as he pulled his sweat soaked T-shirt off. I hadn't seen him
without a shirt before. He was incredible. Tanned, with blond hairs
covering his chest and arms. He rubbed the sweat off his arms with the T-
shirt, his big arm muscles rippling under his skin. In passing he puts the 
shirt to his nose and breathed in. He was smelling his own body!
  I pulled the jockstrap and T-shirt out of the wastepaper basket and put
them to my nose. The image of the young smooth quarterback of the football 
team in that jockstrap on my face mingled with the image of the coach as he
stripped of his gym shorts. He stood in only his jock, his ass was square
and hard and also covered with blond wiry hairs. He was built like a bull.
  He walked over to the john across the locker room. I watched every step
he took, his ass flexing, the pouch of his jock bulging. Standing with his 
back to me he pissed into the urinal. He rubbed his chest as he did, then
his hand went to his ass and ran up and down the crack. This man loved his 
body!
  It was if he was putting on a show just for me. My cock was so hard I
thought it was going to burst. He went back to the locker. I could see a
spot on his jock, where his cock leaked some piss. He stripped off his jock
strap. As he did he bent over. His ass was in full view, I could see the
tangle of darker hairs where his asshole was hidden. He threw the sweat
soaked gym outfit into the locker, slammed it shut and turned. I saw him
fully naked for the first time. His cock hung down far below his heavy
large balls, the hair on his crotch was incredibly blond against the tan of
his body. He obviously sunbathed in the nude. There was no tan line. As he 
walked to the showers, his hand went to his crotch and cupped the massive
genitals, rubbing his balls and dick together. I breathed in the smell of
the jock strap and T-shirt. The coach soaped up his body, lovingly rubbing 
it, slowly savoring it. He began on his cock and balls. I noticed the cock 
was even larger than before! It slowly began to rise until it was sticking 
straight out from his massive bod. He ran his huge callused fist along it, 
throwing his head back so that the water ran down his handsome features,
his thick neckmuscles bulging.
  I stood in the office high above the locker room watching the coach
jacking himself off in the showers below. I had the young quarterback's
jockstrap and T-shirt to my face and I was jacking off my slick and
dripping piece of meat knowing that the butch stud coach couldn't see me
through the one way glass. The steaming water ran down his massive body,
every muscle was straining as his cock grew bigger in his fist. His other
hand went to his ass.
  I couldn't see what he was doing, but he arched his back and I could
imagine that he was sticking a finger up his asshole! I shot my load all
over the coach's desk as below I could hear a loud grunt and saw the coach 
shoot a load of hot cum into the steaming shower water. I quickly began
cleaning up the desk, trying to get my cum off the attendance papers. I
stuffed my still stiff prick back into my pants and put the sweaty jock
strap and T-shirt I had stolen from the high school athletes locker into my
binder. As I threw the paper towels into the wastepaper basket the door of 
the office opened. The coach walked in buck naked a towel thrown over his
shoulder. I spun around. Sweat was still pouring off my forehead and I must
have looked pretty wild eyed. The coach didn't bat an eye.
  "I didn't know you were still here, Cam. You work too fucking hard."
  I stared down at his huge cock and balls swaying between his legs, the
cock I had just seen spurt cum all over the shower floor. He wrapped the
towel around his waist and went to his desk. He did it with a nonchalance
as if this was a politeness he really didn't like to be bothered with...
  He picked up the papers, they were still spotted with my cum.
  "What the fuck have you been doing, Cam, drooling over the attendance
records?", his voice the same tone he used to drill his students.
  He put his finger to one of the cum spots. He pulled it away. It was
unmistakable what it was. He looked at me and smiled the same grin-like
smile, I had seen before when he complimented a footballplayer.
  "You should be more careful where you shoot, stud."
  I was never so humiliated in my life. But then the coach shocked me
senseless. He put the finger with the drop of cum on it in his mouth and
licked it off. Still staring at me with his intense eyes, his smile turned 
lecherous.
  "Not bad."
  He glanced out the one way glass that looked out into the locker room.
  "You got a pretty good view from up here, Cam."
  His hand idly brushed over my books. He spotted something. I looked down.
One of the straps of the jock was sticking out of my binder. He opened it
and pulled out the raunchy strap and T-shirt.
  "What've we got here, Cam?"
  He examined the items. There on the label in the T-shirt were the
initials the football player.
  "You doing Mike's laundry now, Cam?"
  I still hadn't said a word. The coaches eyes were now openly traveling up
and down my body, paying particular attention to my crotch. I could feel my
cock which hadn't totally gone limp after my orgasm, start to stiffen
again. The coach, water still dripping from his hair and chest stepped up
to me with the jock and T-shirt still held high. "You ever notice what this
fucking locker room smells like, Cam?" I nodded. He smiled and continued.
"You like the smell, Cam." I didn't answer. Slowly he brought the jock to
my face. I could smell the aroma from the young quarterbacks crotch as the 
coach held the raunchy jockstrap under my nose.
  "You look at this jock carefully, Cam? You see those blond pubic hairs?
They're off of Mike's crotch. That turn you on?" I still hadn't spoken a
word. I only nodded. My cock was now fully erect in my Levižs.
  "You see the shit stains, Cam? Open your mouth." I opened my lips. The
coach stepped even closer, I could feel the heat pouring off his body, I
could smell the soap from his hairy chest. He placed the jockstrap to my
lips.
  "That's where the strap touches his asshole, Cam. Taste it. Taste it. You
ever taste and asshole before."
  I hadn't. I shook my head. I could feel the material enter my mouth. As
my spit moistened it there was a bitter taste in my mouth. The aroma of
sweat from the strap coupled by the closeness and smells of the coach made 
me weak. I pulled away from the strap and stepped back from the coach
afraid that my knees would buckle. "I spotted you the second I laid eyes on
you, Cam. I knew we could have a hot time this semester. I know what you
want, I know what you've been fantasizing about. You ever been with a man, 
Cam."
I started to answer...

Part 2:
  I stuttered, starting to say something, anything, and the coach smiled.
"Don't worry about it, Cam. No need to get your balls in a knot."
  He sat down in his chair, clasped his big hands behind his head and
leaned back. I stood in front of the desk, feeling like I was back in
highschool, called in before the principal. But no principal I'd ever had
to face was this sexy.
  He examined me with his intense green eyes, as I couldn't help but stare 
at his hard, bulging biceps, taut as shifted his hands behind his head. He 
leaned back in his chair, and put his feet up on the desk as I babbled
something about being confused, about never having been with a man, about
not knowing what he was talking about.
  All the while, my eyes raked over his body. Those great slabs of muscle
that were his pecs, pressing tight against each other. I yearned to run my 
tongue down that deep crevice, to have him flex and trap it there. He kept 
slowly, unconsciously, flexing his biceps as he sat there, listening to me 
babble.
  My eyes drawn to those pulsing muscles that rose and fell hypnotically, I
lost my train of thought and fell into silence. My dick began to grow hard 
in my jeans and I simply stared at him as he regarded me stonily, my words 
lost.
  "You like what you see, Cam?" he asked, finally. I nodded, unable to say 
anything, my throat dry. I was sweating in my clothes as I watched his dick
slowly rise, pushing at his towel, finally dislodging it from around his
waist. It feel around his waist and my eyes widened, unbelieving. I'd only 
seen his dick from a distance before, and it seemed pretty impressive then.
But now! From across the desk, I could see that his cock must be at least
11 inches, and thick! I'd seen pictures like that in magazines, but had
always assumed that they'd been graphically enhanced. But here it was,
large as life and twice as hot! I desperately wanted to reach out and touch
it, but something kept me rooted to my place.
  Finally the coach stood up to his full height, and walked over to me. I
watched the light glisten on his still-wet body as he came slowly around
the desk, and stood directly in front of me, his dick almost touching my
belt buckle. He just stood there, massive, blocking the light from his desk
lamp, so that I remained in his shadow.
  We must have stood there for 2 minutes before I reached out to touch his 
chest...
  I touched his nipple first, red and pointy, buried in a forest of chest
hair. It responded to my touch and grew hard. And suddenly, Coach grabbed
me in his big arms and crushed me to his body, his lips bruising mine. Our 
teeth banged against each other as he drove his tongue into my mouth, and I
responded with equal passion. His cock ground against my abs and I bit down
on his tongue, trapping it in my mouth.
  He felt so good, that I started to black out, my vision getting dark. My 
head back, he licked my neck, his stubble rubbing against my skin, bringing
me back to the moment.
  My cock screamed for release and he clawed at my jeans. Seeing that big
man, his deltoids bunching and flexing as he struggled with my belt, put me
over the top and by the time he got my cock out of my jeans it was already 
streaming precum.
  "Pretty enthusiastic, arenžt' you Cam?" he said, grinning evilly.
  "When you get going, that is."
  I chuckled and said "Well, I could hardly help myself, with you around." 
"HARD-ly" he said, and chuckled himself, as he squeezed my dick.
  He pulled my jeans slowly off the my legs, and I stood there, naked, in
front of the sexiest man I'd ever seen. We were both breathing hard, our
cocks throbbing softly, and he slowly flexed his whole body. Starting with 
his calves, each of his muscles hardened and grew as he tensed his
gargantuan form, his thighs bulging out, his abs clenched into 6 solid
bricks. His chest rippled and his lats flared out from his back, while his 
shoulders mounted up beside his incredibly thick neck. Finally he flexed
his way down his arms, and his biceps bulged unbelievably, separating from 
his formidable triceps. At last his forearms tightened.
  By this time my dick was quivering uncontrollably, and dripping like a
faucet. He grinned.
  "What shall we do now?"

Part 3:
  The irony in his voice thrilled me. This man knew exactly what was going 
to happen next.
  He suddenly grabbed my balls in one of his big hands and took two steps
forward, his other arm preventing me from falling over. Pressed between the
wall and his solid muscles I could barely move as he rubbed my raging
hardon and balls against his crotch. He made fucking movements with his
body, and I could feel his wet dick pressing into the meat of my stomach.
  His left hand grabbed the long hair in the back of my neck and he pulled 
my head backwards. His strength was irresistibly and he started to kiss my 
neck. He was passionate and rough, his tongue rubbing my skin until he
grunted a little and started to softly nibble on my throat, his teeth
nearly raking my skin, I was completely helpless before this man. My knees 
buckling I grabbed his left arm to get a hold, and felt his huge biceps
against my face when he put his arms around me to keep me up against the
wall.
  The huge shape of his arms, the taut muscle straining against the skin
nearly made me come on the spot. My breathing stopped for a second and I
heard the sharp intake of breath when he flexed his arm to a full front
biceps pose and with his right hand crushed my face against his solid
muscle. He had noticed my reaction and was playing into it!
  "Yeah Cam, that's what a real man's arm should look like don't you think.
You like that don't you, me running your face over my arm like that. Come
on, bite it. Don't be so squeamish boy, eat it! Eat my muscle!"
  I opened my mouth wide and he almost violently rubbed my face against his
biceps. The veins on his arms stood out, and he wasn't even pumped yet! He 
nearly crushed my face when he pulled me to his chest, my face stuck
between his pecs and biceps. He flexed and nearly crushed me, only letting 
me catch my breath when I started to spin on my feet.
  He once again pulled back my head and started a long, wet kiss.
  His tongue was demanding, just as the man. His white teeth sometimes
biting, sometimes playfully raking my tongue. His saliva was clear and a
bit sweet. My hands were rubbing through his dense, still wet blond hair.
We both breathed heavily and I could feel my stomach getting wet of the
pre-cum he generated in huge amounts.
  I grabbed for his dick, and this time it was his back that arched.
  My hand had struck paydirt and I now had his throbbing head in my hand,
and as I firmly squeezed a gulf of precum filled my hand. I rubbed it over 
his dick, getting it slick and wet.
  I looked up to tell him I wanted him, but the look in his eyes was enough
for me. He bent down a little and lifted me of my feet, my back against the
wall, and he started to suck my dick! His head slightly bent forward he
started to do a strange sort of arm curls, pumping his biceps by lifting me
up and down. My dick, rising and falling, was facefucking this god of a
man. I could see a rush of blood going to his arms, the veins quickly
rising up. He sucked hard, his face slowly turning red, the thick
neckmuscles nearly popping with veins. He sometimes paused, holding me
effortlessly in the air, slowly sucking my head or putting his tongue in my
piss-slid. He licked around my cock-head, and made me wish for his cock up 
my ass.
  I bent over and grabbed his now sweaty hot neckmuscles. He pulled me
closer and slowly started to let me down again, grinding my dick against
his chest muscles. He held me there a few seconds and flexed his pecs with 
my dick deeply in the hairy crevice between them. God, he knew how to use
his body...
  His huge callused hands separated my buns, and I felt the pre-cum
leaking, hot head of his gargantuan dick pressing against my hot man-hole. 
I started to pull up my legs, but he deftly moved most my weight against
the wall so his hands were on my upper legs, holding me up and my legs wide
apart.
  Without missing a beat he sucked hard on my left chestmuscle and nipple, 
biting hard.
  I grabbed him around the head and moaned as he let gravity do the work. I
tried to get off, but he hold me too well to get free.
  "Easy does it Cam, don't worry, I won't hurt you. Much..."
  His warm voice, without irony now and with a bit of humor warmed me
inside. His voice was one of which only a few people I know of have good
command off. He had the kind of voice that could make you quiver of fear,
or lust...
  His slick wet dick was really pushing hard now and I was a bit scared.
  "You do want me to fuck your little tight ass, don't you?", he asked, his
mouth against my skin.
  "Don't you want my muscle-meat up there beating the shit out of you?".
  I moaned as I felt his dick slipping in my ass hole.
  "Please, be easy, you're so BIG! I nearly yelled. "Let's lie down or
something, ugh..."
  His hard dick wasn't going to stop until he had come deep inside of me
and we both knew it. I needed to get really hot, real quick or I was about 
to get raped. I pulled on his strong arms and he allowed me to lean against
the wall. I nearly begged him to put his pumped arms around my head,
driving me wild with his hot, nicely veined biceps.
  I bit down hard on his biceps as he grinded down inside of me. I nearly
veined with lust. The pain and fear were gone and I bucked down on his hard
dick.
  He pumped hard but soon let me down on my back, pulling my legs over my
shoulders. With me gliding my hands over his hot body, feeling his pecs and
arms he was fucking me good. He gave me little but hard pushes of his dick,
only grinding in his dick deeper with each stroke, his balls slapping
against my ass.
  He looked up, his eyes looking a little wild.
  "Go for it coach!" I nearly yelled, my hard dick swinging wildly against 
his washboard stomach. His back arched and he pulled out his huge manmeat. 
I could see the large veins on his dick filling as he pumped up his dick
hard and only left his cock-head inside me. His flowing muscles, sweat
dripping from his hairy chest, rippled as he heaved his dick back inside my
tight hole. He actually moved my body with his hard style of fucking, and I
felt like I was taken by a big bull. I closed my eyes, and tears of ecstasy
welled up. I noticed I was again sucking and biting on his hard muscled
arms, every part of them I could reach. He swung his head a bit and
grunted, shifting in a higher gear of fucking.
  He really started pumping his big dick now. Taking it out all the way and
pushing down hard. His throbbing dick hurt me so good I wished he would
never stop. When I looked up I saw he was watching my face intently, and
feeling for my cock. He started to jerk me off and I grabbed the back of
his neck.
  "Come on man, fuck me!" I yelled in his faced. I wanted, no NEEDED him to
come in me. I never had felt this before. He grinned and bore down hard.
His dick growing harder, he started to do some kind of rabbit stroke. His
giant dick flashing in and out of me and I could feel myself reaching my
orgasm fast.
  "I can't keep this up for long", he grunted.
  "Come in me God 'dammit. Do it. Fuck me! Harder!", I begged and hurt at
the same time, wishing for more, yet fearing he could keep this up much
longer.
  He let go of my dick for just a second to pull me up against his dick. He
was now sitting on his knees, his dick pumped hard, just as his muscles.
  "Watch me!" his voice commanding, and I had to look at him.
  He had his right arm behind his neck now and flexing his biceps he licked
the solid globe of muscle it formed. His wet tongue licked his solid
muscle, his teeth caressing the veined skin. He slowly flexed his arm, his 
biceps bulging and stretching in front of me. His other hand jerked my hard
dick, nearly beating my semen from my body. I felt myself coming. My ass
twitched around his dick and he felt me starting to come too.
  He grabbed my waist and started fucking me again, fast and hard.
  His now encourged 12' dick was rockhard, and I could actually feel the
veins on it, evidence he was as hard as he could get. He flashed his white 
teeth at me as he started to grab my legs and nearly crushed them with his 
huge paws. He grunted and threw back his head.
  My belly felt like bursting, and my dick was veined itself now. Without
any stimulating on my dick, I started to come, and I could feel him rushing
to meet me. We both came, me quivering all over, holding on for life as
this man came inside of me. I could feel his throbbing burst of sperm
hitting my insides as he grunted, his face distorted by his orgasm. He
didn't stop fucking but kept it up until he had come. His whole body was
one rockhard muscle by now. Once pumped up, this guy good enter a
heavyweight bodybuilder contest and probably make it to the top five
winners.
  My breathing was heavy as he lowered himself on me. He waited a few
moments before he took out his dick. I was grateful for it and enjoyed the 
way his dick felt after my orgasm.
  He squeezed out of me and now rested his full weight on me. His heavy
masculine form was hot and I licked some of his sweat from his neck.
  We kissed long, and I learned this guy could be tamed and be gentle if he
wanted to.
  I rubbed and kissed him all over and he flexed for me, enjoying the
attention to his body as we rested. I noticed once again the few scars he
had on his hands, some of which looked new.
  He explained he had a part-time night job, as a bouncer in a 'mixed' gay-
singles bar, near the harbor area. Some of the guys hanging out there
weren't there for fun, at least the gay guys who got beaten up by them
didn't think so.
  "You can fight too?" I asked amazed.
  "Sure", he smiled," didn't I mention I used to be in the marines?"
  He hadn't.
  My fastly swollen dick drew out a laugh, and he jerked it a few times.
  "So you like the idea of me fighting don't you?" he said.
  "Would you fight for me?", I asked.
  "For you? Sure. Just point me to the guy and I'll break a couple of legs 
for you, if he's lucky!", his smiling face assured me. My hard grown dick
pulsed in his hand by now and he started sucking, then he looked up,
seriously.
  "I mean it Cam, if you're ever in trouble, or if someone has hurt you,
call me. I'll be there for you, and if needed I'll break his neck with
these very arms of mine".
  "How?" I asked quivering, liking the idea of him fighting for me.
  "Like so", he said, and he stretched his arm. He put my dick against his 
elbow en did a front biceps pose. My dick was now firmly held between his
underarm and biceps. He squeezed hard until my cockhead got blue then
released the pressure a bit.
  "Like this!" His face was smiling but his eyes were stonily cold and
serious. The green color almost emerald as they sparkled as he imagined me 
getting hurt my someone.
  "But first I'll make them pay for what they did to you!", and he squeezed
my dick again, as he unconsciously flexed his arms, still caught between
his biceps and under arm.
  I wanted him to keep doing the arm thing since it was a boyhood fantasy
of mine, but he pulled me up and close to him.
  "I love you Cam", his eyes strangely vulnerable. "I think I'd kill for
you", his voice soft.
  This man had seen things, I suddenly realized, and done things to men he 
wasn't particularly proud of, or ashamed.
  "So", I asked, trying to eleviate the subject, "where do you work then?".
  "In 'Harry's', he's a straight guy, but has a brother who was gay".
  "Was?".
  "Yeah, he got killed by a couple of guys after one of them picked them
up. That's why Harry doesn't mind me being 'tough' on the guys who make
trouble near his place."
  The look in his eyes turned me to stone as I realized this man's story.
  "That was your lover, wasn't he?."
  He looked up, shocked that I read him so easily, but glad at the same
time.
  "Yeah, I was away for a couple of days. We had had a small quarrel, over 
nothing really. We never had the change to make up."
  "You want to come with me to Harry's, next week-end?", he asked.
  "Sure", I said "if that's ok?".
  "Don't worry, Harry's ok." his eyes truly smiling again.
  We kissed and took a shower in the office right there. The one man shower
was a bit crowded, but we managed. He came first this time, when we did a
69 right there. How? Easy if you have a guy who is strong enough to lift
you upside down for some time.
  I really wanted to come off with the biceps hold, maybe letting me lick
the sperm of it afterwards. Ah well, maybe after Harry's. That is, if there
wasn't any trouble. Harry's could be rough he told me.

Part 4:
  That weekend, and the rest of the next week, were a bit of a blur. In the
midst of practice, with Coach standing at the sidelines, watching his boys,
Ižd suddenly flash back to our office fuck, and be hard as a rock, my dick 
leaking into my jeans, leaving a spreading wetness on my left pantleg.
  Somehow, he always knew when that happened, 'cause he'd look over and
grin that evil grin of his. Smiling in the sun, he'd reach up and run his
hands through his blonde hair, and casually flex his biceps as he did it.
And that of course would make it even worse, my dick running like a hose.
Twice that week I had to go into the locker room and change my pants, my
breath shaky and my dick throbbing. I resisted the urge to head up to the
office and jack-off to fantasies of coach and I, when the real thing was
outside in a tight pair of jeans, yelling at a hot group of highschool
boys.
  We'd decided not to get together until the next weekend. He was busy with
the team and some marking, and I was trying to get my life together.
  And besides, Coach had to put in about 3 hours a day at the gym, and I
certainly didnžt' want him getting any smaller. So, I had to be satisfied
with memories of the hottest fuck I'd ever had, and the only man I'd ever
had. I used to lie in my bed, and imagine his gargantuan thighs, hot and
quivering after a set of HEAVY squats, as he stood under the shower at the 
school. The water running over the vast expanse of his body, arcing out
over the ledge of his pecs, a huge cascading waterfall. His big hands
caressing and teasing his dick and balls, gently touching his nipples
squeezing his pecs. Reaching up to hold on to the showerhead, and leaning
his neck back. That thick column of muscle, tense and hard as the rest of
him relaxes under the hot stream. His jaw jutting, and his mouth open,
hungrily gulping down the water, trying to take it all in. The water
fountaining all over him, running out the sides of his mouth. My dick would
be pumping in my hand and I'd imagine that it was my cum flowing down his
body, drenching him in my essence. God....
  And then I'd cum, shooting all over my chest, my whole body shuddering
with my need for him on me, in me, around me. And I'd fall asleep, dreaming
of the weekend to come...
                          *        *         *
  Friday dawned sunny and remarkably hot for the end of September. "Must be
a Chinook blowing through" I thought as I passed over my jeans for my
jeans-shorts. Pulling them up my legs, I thought about that night. Coach
and I'd planned to go to Harry's that night and I was pretty excited about 
it. I hoped that we wouldnžt' stay too late, that he'd find somebody to
take over from him and we could go back to his place. I did some work in
the morning, and in the afternoon went over to the high school. I found
Coach in the weight room, running one of his classes through their paces.
He was wearing those highschool gymshorts, polyester and uncomfortable, but
he filled them out in a way that I'd never seen before, his ass jutting out
from his lower back, his quads swelling with every movement. They were
suddenly the sexiest thing I'd ever seen and I looked down at my jeanshorts
and my long, lean thighs and felt a bit awkward. How could I compare to
such a behemoth? How could he want me?
  Coach caught my eye, and winked evilly. He was spotting one of the
smaller guys in the class, who was benching 130#. As the kid's strength
waned Coach took more and more of the weight, until the last rep, when
Coach suddenly let the kid take it all. He struggled, panted and began to
turn red, squeezing his pecs and groaning loud enough to wake the dead. But
he made it. The bar rattled into the rack and Coach smiled broadly, patting
the kid on the shoulder as he adjusted his dick in those shorts. Coach
walked over to me and grasped my shoulder in his big hand. "Fucking sexy,
huh?" he whispered. "I love it when a guy exerts himself, no matter what
size he is."
  "Well, I'd be up for a workout tonight after Harry's" I said, bumping
into him 'accidentally'. He grinned and flexed his glutes. "All right then,
Ižd better get into shape for it," he said.
  He turned and walked over to the mats. Starting a series of stretches, he
soon was proving himself incredibly flexible. As I took over watching the
kids, spotting them, encouraging them, I watched Coach out of the corner of
my eye as he went through a blistering workout. Most highschool weightrooms
are small and ill-equipped, but with Coach in charge, these guys had a
weight room that would make a pro happy. Coach finished up a series of
eye-popping hamstring stretches, his palms flat on the floor and his shorts
struggling to contain those rockhard glutes, and then walked over to the
squat rack.
  He slapped on about 180# for a warm-up set and worked under the bar. Feet
flat on the floor, he squeezed out 8 quick reps. He then stood up and put
on another 180#. The bar was bending as he took it onto his massive reps
and began his set. Lowering himself slowly, deliberately, he descended
until his ass brushed the floor, and then slowly, implacably rose to the
top. He did this again and again, face growing red, thighs shaking, sweat
starting to form a long line down the back of his shirt. After that set, he
put another 120# on, and my eyes slowly widened as he started again. This
man was a fucking MONSTER! He squeezed out two sets at that weight, and
then put on another 50# to finish up. Getting the weights set, he lumbered 
over to where I was helping a kid with some preacher curls. "Can you give
me a spot, when you've got a second?" he asked. "Sure."
  As I walked behind him over to the rack, I marveled at that body-builder 
walk. His thighs were so pumped that they rubbed against each other as he
walked and hams bulged with each movement. I started to get hard watching
him walk and when we got over to the rack, I got even harder.
  "You'll have to spot me on this one. Stand behind me, so that your
  hips are up against mine and your quads pressed against my hams. And put
  your hands around my chest. If I can't handle the weight, you're going to
  have to help with your legs."
  I just about came right there, standing in a gym full of highschoolboys
with my dick pressed up hard against his ass. And then we went down. I
could feel his legs quivering, the heat emanating from them as he struggled
under 530# of iron. My hands clung to his chest and we rose, up and down
together for 6 reps when I began to feel him falter. On the 7th rep I
supported him a bit, whispering "C'mon stud. Lift that bar!" in his ear.
And on the eighth, he was really struggling, his breathing hard, his neck
bulging and his thighs practically glowing red-hot. I had to really crank
it then, driving up with my thighs against his, pushing him to the top of
the rep. He stumbled forward and dropped the weight in the rack, turned to 
me and grinned. "THAT, was incredible," he said, as the endorphins rushed
through his body. "Let do some more!"
  His voice leapt out into the gym. "HARRISON! GET OVER HERE!"
  One of the bigger guys in the class wandered over, and stood expectantly 
in front of Coach. "I've got to do some donkey calf raises," Coach said,
"and Cam here isn't heavy enough. I'll need both of you guys on my back.
That okay with you?"
  "Sure coach."
  The three of us walked over to the calf area and Coach did a couple of
quick stretches. Then he stood up on one of the raised platforms and bent
over, placing his arms on the supports. Harrison dragged a bench over
beside Coach, (he'd obviously done this before) and stood up on it.
Swinging his left leg high into the air, he clambered onto Coach's back,
positioning himself right at the small of the large man's back. "Now you,
Cam," Coach said, his voice quiet. I climbed onto him in from of Harrison, 
and sat there amazed at what was happening. "You guys are too far apart,"
Coach rumbled. "I need the weight more centralized. Squeeze together." I
moved back and Harrison moved forward, squeezing up against me. I could
feel his nipples against my back, and they seemed to be getting harder.
"All right?" Coach asked, breaking my reverie. "Here we go."
  He then started some calf raises and Harrison and I rode up and down. It 
was like riding a bucking bronco, but in slow motion. Watching his body
tense from the shoulders down as I rose up into the air, feeling the power 
of his legs literally moving my world, was intoxicating. I think that
Harrison felt it too, but he tried to maintain a position of nonchalance. I
could hardly contain myself, though. Yet the gym continued to circulate and
the kids to work out, hardly noticing what was going on in their midst. It 
must be a common sight, I thought. I wish my highschool had been like this!
  After a number of sets, we got off and Coach stood upright. Turning to
the mirrors, he flexed his calves and we watched them explode. Huge heads
of muscle standing out sharp and hard from his leg. The flex continued up
his leg and spread out into his enormous thighs. I stood transfixed,
watching his muscles swell and flare. I realized that Coach was staring at 
me in the mirrors, not watching himself at all. Starting to flush, I stood 
up straight and stared right back at him, direct eye contact. He grinned.
  "Time for some chest," he pronounced. I wandered back to my duties as
supervisor and he lumbered over to the flat bench. Once again, he loaded up
the bar with about 120# to start with, and pumped out a quick warm-up set. 
He then started moving up that pyramid, slamming on more and more weight
until he was benching 385#. When he moved up to 405#, he once again asked
for my help. Standing over him, his head practically between my thighs and 
his chest already pumped to the bursting point, I had to stop myself from
licking my lips. Coach bucked his hips slightly and I saw that his shorts
were having an even harder time containing his bulk after that leg workout.
Between his massive tree trunks and that huge dick coiled up in there, they
looked like they were ready to split. This time I licked my lips
lasciviously and Coach laughed. "Let's get this going little guy!" I
barked. "Can't have you slacking off!"
  His eyes narrowed and focused on the bar. Big hands came up, covered in
chalk, and wrapped themselves around the thick bar and clenched once or
twice in preparation. His eyes met mine and the intensity in them scared me
a bit. I remembered that this was a man who said he'd kill for me, and in
that instant, I realized that he would. And after watching him work out for
the last forty five minutes, I realized just how easily he could. A strike 
with that muscled arm, a well-placed kick with that gargantuan leg would
take down an elephant, not to mention an ordinary guy. My dick started to
swell....
  And I was brought back to the present by his GRUNT as he blasted the bar 
out of the rack. His arms quivered, and his thighs tensed hugely as he
lowered the weight to his nipples. Teeth clenched, he slowly pushed the
weight back to the top. And then lowered it again, sweat standing out on
his forehead, pecs widening and straining. Up and down, up and down he
went, until even this great hulk started to tire. He pushed out an eighth
rep and then, after a quick pause, went for a ninth. Lowering it
excruciatingly slowly, he relished the burn in his huge pecs, swollen
beyond belief under his hardened nipples. He then started back up. And
stalled. His body working overtime, he tried with all his might to work it 
up. And couldn't. He looked up to me, and I grasped the bar with my hands. 
And lifted, a tiny amount. He relaxed a bit, still working hard, and then I
let go. Let the weight fall back on him. His eyes widened and he looked me.
  "C'mon guy. You got to work it. You got to push it up. Work it guy!"
  He grunted, and his face turned red. And he slowly, painfully worked it
up. Sweat flew from his forehead and dripped from his arms onto his shirt, 
and the veins stood out in sharp relief on his biceps. Face contorted in a 
mask of agony, he pushed. "Come on Coach!" A crowd had developed and was
egging him on. "Do it coach!" "Come on!"
  With a final, earth-shattering grunt he shot the bar up into the
  rack. And then sat up, pumped and huge. And then stood up, towering
  over his boys. He grinned at me. "Good workout guys, now off to the
  showers!" he said and the class scattered.
  I walked over to him and said "I love watching a guy exert himself, no
matter what size he is." He laughed. And gave me a huge bearhug.
  "Well, guy, if we keep this up I'm just going to get bigger and bigger. I
hope that's okay with you."
  I grinned my ass off. "The bigger the better, coach."
  He grabbed his dick and said "Well, you better remember that tonight when
I get you home!" He grabbed my dick and squeezed, before stepping back.
"Now, lets shower and get over to Harry's. Now that I'm pumped, I'm going
to be an even meaner bouncer!" We walked into the locker room, filled with 
noisy kids and I thought about the night to come.

Part 5:
After that workout Coach looked hotter than ever. Hot, veined and ripped to
the bone. He caught my look, uncanny how he did that, and smiled his wicked
grin again. Christ, I wished those kits were gone, I could use a workout
with coach right now!
I went up to the private shower next to Coaches office to shower. The hot
water running over my skin, I closed my eyes and saw Coaches hot body for
me. I washed up, hoping Coach would follow me up, but knew he had other
things to do.
Putting on a fresh shirt and trainingpants, I saw one on Coaches
joackstraps in the laundry bag. I smelled it, inhaling deeply. Coaches
musky manhood smell send ripples over my back. I threw it back in the bag, 
feeling my dick getting hard again.
Most of the kids were gone when I returned, and Coach was putting back a
few weights, togeather with Harrison. Harrison winked at me as he left, as 
if he shared a joke a hadn't gotten the clue of yet.
"I've got to run now Cam. I'll pick you up at your place, ok?", Coach asked
walking to the door.
"Sure", I said, "See you tonight."
Hearing my voice, Coach halted and walked over to me, gently pushing me to 
a corner, out of sight of the locker room door.
His big callused hand grabbed me in the back of my neck, and with his
overpowering strength he forced my head up and kissed me hard, his tongue
slightly touching my lips. His other hand firmly grabbed my crotch,
squeezing it firmly, but carefully.
"Don't worry Cam, I'll see you soon.". He grinned and walked away.
My spirits lifted again, I set myself to the task of cleaning up some stuff
and doing the necessary paper work.
After that I closed up and rode my bike home. The wind and hot air relaxing
me, getting in the mood of a night out in town.
After a quick meal, I stood before my bedroom door mirror thinking what to 
wear, feeling like a girl going to her first date. Man what was wrong with 
me! I shook my head to myself and decided to dress simple. A pair of jeans,
and a white T-shirt. Since Harry's was a rough place, I decided not to wear
my leather jack, but put on a red and black flannel shirt and levy jack.
Combing my hear for probably the third time, I heard the horn of Coaches
pick-up truck. "Right on time", I thought.
I closed the door, grabbing my keys from the table near the door.
Coaches shiny black van stood in front, looked great in his black shirt
made of of stretch material that really hugged his body. The short sleeves 
were stretched so taut, I wandered if is arms were getting enough blood.
He was bending forward, looking through the frontscreen to see if I had
heard him.
When I entered the car I saw a nice blue colbert hanging in the back, which
he probably wore standing at the door.
"Hi Cam", not too late am I", he smiled at me.
"No, just fine, just fine.", I said closing the door behind me. 
During our drive coach seemed relaxed, apparently not noticing I was eyeing
him up. I had never seen him in these kind of clothes before, always
imagining him in his ever-present training clothes. I wandered what other
surprises he had in store for me.
It took some time for us to reach 'Harry's' but it was all too soon for me.
Watching coach drive was a fantasy all in its self, his arm muscles
rippling at every move he made with the steering wheel.
He parked at he back of a large building, on the front of which in yellow
neon stood 'Harry's Place'.
"This is Harry's", I asked him, my eyebrows lifted. I had imagined it to be
a sleazy place, but this was a certified disco!
"What else haven't you mentioned? It's a hay disco?", I joked.
"Nope", he said smiling, "but many gays come here remember?"
"Right.", I said.
Making a big deal of it I looked at my clothes, making sure he noticed.
He laughed and slammed my shoulder.
"Don't worry, you're with me, remember. Besides, you look hot!"
I caught the smile in his eyes and laughed.
"Well", I joked, "if the bouncer won't let me in it'll be your fault!"
We walked into a back door, where we were greeted by a big black guy called
Jim. He gave coach some keys and slammed his shoulder before he left, a
quick smile and a wink coming my way. "Nice smile.", I thought, "Nice back 
too."
When we entered the main dance area Coach set up a bill for me which
apparently meant it was on the house. The blond, blue-eyes guy, Mike I
think I heard Coach say, nodded and gave me a quick smile. Was that a wink 
as well?
"Ok. Who talked!", I said, but my remark was completely lost in the dance
music. I followed Coach to his position by the door.
He was busy right away, checking guys at the door who set off the metal
detector, and after a polite wait I slipped away to the dancefloor, getting
a smile from coach as he caught my look.
A gulf of smoke came across the dance floor, and I noticed I girl,
ravenblack hair dancing with a firmly muscled woman. They moved witch
uncanny agility, the blond woman effidently very interested with the dark-
haired girl, who kept looking straight in the eyes of men. Even I got a
look and felt something stirring. She was hypnotizing. Must have been part 
of the hired dancers, I thought and I turned away to the bar, nearly
bumping into a guy dressed in white, with a cane, a girl at both his arms. 
The blond woman and the girl joined him and went upstairs, joining a small 
group at a table.
Behind my back the stroboscope started and the whole dancefloor entered
into a slow-motion dance.
I looked around, and sat down at the bar where Mike stood.
"Hi, Mike?", I said holding out my hand. He shook my hand fast and nodded.
"Be right with you." he said, finishing of a mix of some red concoction,
probably a Bloody Mary, giving it to another young girl who followed the
guy in white. Did this guy have a harem or what?
"What'll you have?", he asked.
"Just a orange juice", I said.
He winked at me again and grabbed a few oranges, making some fresh juice.
We talked some time, whenever he had time and I noticed the place filling
up fast. A group of Asian types in the corner, with body guards. Ok, this
was definitely as place I wouldn't go to alone.
The music got more heavy, and lasers started using green and red light,
perfectly synchronized with the music. It was uncanny how the light
sometime seemed to make drops of blood on the dancers white skin, washed
away by some movement or change of the light where it reflected on a mirror
ball. I turned around and ordered a juice again.
I was roughly pushed aside by some big guy, holding a woman in his fist.
"HE, BAR BOY", he yelled, definitely getting Mike's attention.
"Give my girl here a martini, and me a whiskey!". Mike just looked up and
quickly served the drinks, getting the cash in the form of a half-wet bill.
I overheard him tell the girl how hard it was to get a membership and a
running bill here.
Mike sat down my juice, and walked over to the other side of the bar to
help a pair of young girls, dressed in identical yellow glitterdresses.
I grabbed my glass and moved, hearing the girl laugh. Well, probably I
supposed and walked up the stairs.
In a ring around the pit, tables were occupied by all kind of men and
woman, so they could look down on the dancefloor. I even noticed a couple
of sailors, whose thick arms were straining their white shirts.
They were talking to the girl in black, who was definitely giving them the 
turn on. They were in trouble, and they didn't even know it yet, if the
hungry look on the blondes eyes where any indication.
I just walked around the dance floor pit, catching an elevator door opening
in the corner of the room, letting out a men of about 40-45. He had gray
hair and walked over to the table where the guy in white with the girls
were laughing loudly.
I had seen enough of this place and walked further, around the pit, to the 
stairs again, noticing the lavatories in the other corner.
Once down I walked towards Coach who was looking around, and smiled when he
saw me.
"What do you think?", he asked.
"Great place", I said, "but I'd rather be looking around in your bedroom."
He laughed out, so hard people looked up in the disco itself.
"Don't worry. You'll get your fill tonight!, Coach said, his big hand
hitting my butt as if he was making a joke while turning around, back into 
the disco. It took me some time before I realized he had. I must have been 
getting slow!
I grinned back at him, over my shoulder, and walked over to Mike. Coach
followed me, but turned as he noticed the man who had stepped from the
elevator and now walked towards him.
They talked for a few seconds and walked away.
I was alone again for about 5 minutes when the guy who had ordered the
whiskey before bumped into me again, too hard to be accidental. I looked
up.
"How come such a skinny guy like you can get a tab around here, huh?", he
asked.
"Don't now, lucky I guess?", I smiled, hoping the clich‚ would make him
laugh. I can fight well enough, but I wasnžt about to antagonize this guy! 
"Been sleeping with the bouncer, queer boy?", pushing me in the chest now.
"Take it easy man!", I bluffed, "What's eating you?"
I already knew what it was, my mind running overtime. The girl had laughed 
at him when I had gotten my juice without paying.
"What's eating ME!", he nearly yelled. "You ass-hole eating piece of shit. 
You cost me my date, and you'll pay for it."
I noticed Mike pushing a button behind the bar, but the guy was already
swinging his fist at my face.
Wham! I ducked, and saw then that the guy was bending over coughing and
holding his chest.
"This way Sir", Coach hissed grabbing the guys arm and twisting it behind
his back. He deftly maneuvered the guy around the bar to the back exit, and
I followed him. 
I saw him push the guy out the back door, his body ready for action. And of
course it came, the guy just had to try it. Coach had hit him just before
he could make contact with me, and he was pissed.
He didn't stand a change. His wide blow may have looked impressive, but
Coach just stepped aside, grabbed the leg and kicked. Hitting the other leg
the guy went flat out against the pavement, face first. 
When Coach turned around, his green eyes shooting fire, I knew he was doing
his utmost not to turn around and beat the guy to pulp. Good, I wouldn't
want to see him on trouble, although part of me wanted to see him rip the
guy apart. He certainly had the strength for it.
I saw a woman standing in the shadows then, black hair, smoking a
cigarette, wearing a trench coat. Probably the girl friend who had dumped
him before. Well, maybe she could cool him down.
Back inside, the gray haired man from the elevator turned out to be Harry. 
I could feel the tension between them as Coach explained what had happened.
Probably the history Coach had told me about Harry's brother was playing
through both their minds. We talked for some time. Harry seemed to like me,
and he and Coach were closer than I at first had thought.
My best guess was that the were more stories between these guys than either
had let on so far, but that could wait. My dick was getting hard again,
reflecting on how Coach had defended me. I wanted him badly.
When I returned from the bathroom, Coach and Harry will still talking at
the bar. Standing next to Coach, my hand made its way to his steel like
buttocks, and a grin appeared on his face.
'Harry, can I show Cam the top floor?' said Coach, giving Harry a wink.
Harry looked just a little surprised and nodded.
'You know the way', he responded with a twinkle in his eye for me.
Ok, maybe I hadnžt been subtle enough.
Coach hand in my back, he maneuvered me through the dwindling crowd to the 
elevator. The moment the doors closed, Coach's big callused paw grabbed my 
crotch, and he had me crushed between the wall and his hard body.
His mouth demandingly kissed me, while he virtually raped my dick, getting 
it hard in seconds. Against my belly I could feel his raging hard-on
pressing through the cloth. I grunted as he grabbed me in his arms and
lifted me when the doors opened. I barely saw the finely dressed room as he
carried me to a large bed. He stripped, while I looked feverishly at this
God of a man. His rippling muscles were on top of me again before I knew
what was happening. His mouth wanting more of me. His hard pre-cum leaking 
cock was enough for me to loose it. I moved down and started to suck his
encourged organ. He grunted and arched his back, sitting on his knees, as
my hand caressed and squeezed his huge muscles. His hairy balls I took in
my mouth one at a time, sucking them as hard as he could take it. He
grabbed my head and rammed his cock up my throat, shooting his cum. I
swallowed it like water in a dessert. Needing more. My body was lifted and 
turned as if weightless as Coach pulled me upside down, sucking my cock. In
this vertical 69 žer I momentarily came. Coach doing no less for me as I
had done for him a moment ago.
We lay down on the bed now, as Coach held me to his hard body, his still
hard cock tucked between my legs.
He lanquishly gave me a kiss, his wet tongue tasting of my own seed. I
quivered as his rocklike biceps enclosed around my head. I wanted more and 
more of this man, and was scared of the strong emotion behind this feeling.
I realized I was in love with this man, and he with me.
I opened my legs, and without missing a beat Coachžs big finger entered my 
man-hole, fingering me up, until he gently let his wet cock slide against
the tight hole. Pressing gently, but firmly I moaned as he entered my body.
He manmeat made me moan as he fucked me to a quick and orgasm. My squirting
dick erupted with gulfs off white semen, which spread on his washboard
stomach. My twitching ass made him come as he gently pressed up until his
balls touched my back. He came with long, slow squirts this time, and I
could feel the heat of it inside of me.
I loved the way he now caressed and licked me all over, while my body went 
limp. I passively let him take the advantage every time until I felt he
wanted more off me. His big hands running over my muscles made me feel like
piece of dough. Next, I buried my face between his ass cheeks and licked
his hole. There on the bed he spread for me and I fucked him, while laying
on top off him. I fucked him as hard as I could, making him grunt. My dick
doing long and hard strokes, faster untill he did a double biceps for me.
Did send me over the top. I grabbed his muscled upper-arms as I came inside
of him. My hands squeezed his melon like biceps as I kept squirting my load
in his tight butt. He flexed his ass cheeks, mangling the last of my seed
from my cock.
Sweat dripping from our bodies, he moved us to a shower, where we hold each
other under a hot stream of water. Coach's cock got hard again, and I got
it harder, washing it. Unbelievable how much sex this man was capable off.
He gently sucked his cock 'till it stood out straight again. He gently
probed my now tender ass with his big fingers, and pressed in, holding me
close to him under the hot, running water. His tongue entered my ear and
sent quivers up my spine, as he slowly fucked me. My knees buckling, he
hold me up, as he came again. His big hand grabbed the back off my neck and
he kissed me again'

Part 6:

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