Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2023 02:02:58 +0000
From: glacierturtle <glacierturtle@proton.me>
Subject: Serving the Swim Team - Chapter 13

Writers note:

Sorry for the delay in chapters. Sometimes it can take me a while to write
as I either get self conscious or perfectionist about elements and can
either as a result procrastinate or scrap entire chapters. I will finish
the story, but potentially at a slower pace.


Chapter 13

James begrudgingly forced his eyelids open. Initially, he woke confused, in
a half dream state, wondering why his head was in a tumble dryer. Awkwardly
he swatted at the source of his confusion, realising it was his phone under
his pillow set to vibrate at far earlier time than he would normally
wake. In his sleepy state, it took him several turns fumbling and jabbing
with his finger at the blinding light from the screen until it would turn
off. Looking blearily at the time, James was aghast at the time: five in
the morning.

He quickly shot upright, snapping his eyelids open, after his eyes tried
betraying him by closing slowly, lulling him back to sleep. In an effort to
wake up, he repeatedly squeezed his eyelids open and closed. Faint light
from the moon outside scattered across his room. He could see Noah was fast
asleep. Pangs of sympathy flowed through James' mind as he knew Noah was
dreading this morning since last night.

Each morning both boys were assigned and obligated to wake members of the
team. Usually this meant waking members with a slow blowjob to "start their
day right." Yesterday Michael and Brad were his responsibility. As a
result, James of this new responsibility he had wake hours long before his
first class to prepare for his new morning routine. Like usual however, on
waking his morning erection felt almost painfully stiff as it fought the
confines of his sleep shorts.

Previously if he woke before Noah and was sure he was still asleep, he
sometimes would turn his back towards his friend and slip his shorts below
his knees. He would start by running his finger around the head of his
swollen glans and along the edge of his foreskin. He was often amazed at
the amount of precum present, which easily allowed his finger to glide
effortlessly in circular motions. The sensation felt at odds, with pleasure
and an uncomfortable ticklish sensation. The days when he woke the horniest
were the ones where he'd risk being caught by his friend. It was also the
times when it felt like his curiosity and lust would compel him to raise
his finger to his mouth to slowly suck and taste his own juices, in spite
of his usual dislike for anything cum related.

When James was in that state he would usually not be able to prolong
things, and sought urgent relief by tightly gripping his shaft and
foreskin, quickly rolling the loose skin back and forth over the head,
bringing him closer to release. With each stroke he could feel his balls
tighten and rise closer to his body. As his hand rustled against the bed
sheets he would fantasise about men larger than himself effortlessly pick
up his body, throw him over their shoulder until they reached a bed, only
to be throw face down onto it. Before he his brain could process what was
happening he imagined the muscular giant surprising him, as he felt the
man's cock shove into his tight ass.

Suddenly taken by the surprise invasion he imaged h he would scramble to
get off the bed in a vain effort escape the pain, only to be easily subdued
by the man's hands firmly gripping his small waist still, pinning him down
on all fours. He imagined the man would have one hairy foot on the bed,
which matched his equally hairy large torso, with the other foot on the
floor, as he pummelled in and out of his hole selfishly to satisfy his own
needs.

It was usually at this point in his fantasy James' body would tense up and
his eyes squeezed shut as the friction of his foreskin on his glans and the
scene unfolding in his mind resulted in orgasm. He often had to bite his
lips or the edge of his pillow to muffle the loud groans, as cum ejaculated
across his hand, body, clothes and bed.

As with other times he did this, it was only after his horniness was abated
that he realised as per usual he lacked foresight to plan what do with the
mess of cum. Sometimes he would just wipe it on his shorts, other times the
sheets. One such morning, long before the idea of trying out for the swim
team, James heard Noah stirring and rolling over. His hand was out of his
sheets as he reached for a pair of dirty socks on the floor to clean up
with, as he was growing tired of sleeping in dried patches on his sheets.
With his hand halfway between his bed and floor he saw Noah slowly start to
sit up. In fear of being caught he retracted his hand and instead half
wiped it on the bed whilst rolling over. Laying upright he heard Noah
whisper a groggy "good morning" and panicked, licking the rest of his hand
clean, fighting the urge to retch at doing so.

Although both James and Noah were constantly used for sex it was a one
sided affair, with both boys rarely getting reciprocal relief. This
constant state of sexual frustration left in a weird state of being grumpy
yet horny. James sighed, he had a daily battle between resisting the
temptation to go back to sleep, jerking off, or pulling off the covers to
step out of bed. He had not had the chance to cum in over a week, even
though multiple times a day he was engaged in various forms of sex.

Persevering with his commitment to wake, he drowsily stood slightly
wobbling. Glancing across the room out the window, he could see the outside
was as equally dark as the interior, only slightly illuminated by
electronics standby lights and the moon. He was slightly jealous that Noah
was still asleep, but felt sympathy for him, he knew his friend was
apprehensive of this morning, as he would be `helping' Dale wake up,
something both boys dreaded. Dale seemed to revel in the joy he could
experience in making every interaction with him a miserable and humiliating
one.

James tried to quietly make his way across the room, trying not to knock
into his bedside table for fear of waking Noah. Ever since they moved into
their new room the team made good use of their closer proximity, often
walking in unexpectedly to be serviced. Both boys realised quickly why the
door to their room had no lock when all others in the building did. On one
occasion Sebastian walked in when both friends were studying at their
desks. He spun Noah around gently, and with a smirk on his face applied
steady pressure on Noah's shoulders until he was kneeling on the floor.
Already knowing what he wanted, Noah slipped Sebastian's shorts down making
sure to maintain eye contact as he opened his mouth wide to receive the
already hard cock.

Dale for both boys was the most difficult to please. The more both boys
tried to capitulate to him in a misguided effort to try and change his
attitude to them, the more vicious he became.  Noah especially bore the
brunt of the merciless harassment by Dale. As a result Noah rarely got to
sleep or relax, being on beck and call for any of his sadistic whims.
Dale's most recent pleasure was ringing Noah's phone late at night, only
allowing one ring to go through. Failure to answer resulted in Noah's ass
cheeks whipped with a belt. Whilst the pair was showering James glanced
over and had to stop himself from gasping, seeing how dark crimson red
Noah's ass was due to his `failure'. Since then Noah slept lightly, keeping
his phone under his hand, ready to answer instantly.

James successfully silently trudged his way out of his dormitory building,
through the dimly lit passage way, down the stairs trying to avoid any
creaks escaping under his feet, whilst also trying not to fall face
first. As he reached the main door, his hands tugged on the heavy wooden
door and was hit with a wave of thick, hot humid air as he ventured
outside. A stark contrast to the air conditioned building. Persevering,
despite the weather and he continued with his objective and briskly
followed the walkway to the pool.

He had decided that whilst he mostly enjoyed being used for sex by the team
- with the exception of Dale, who he shared a deep seated loathing,
revulsion, and fear of, exceeded only by Noah - he at least wanted to be
seen as a competent swimmer, valued not just for which of his holes could
be filled, but for even a modicum of athletic prowess.

Beads of sweat dripped down his face and increasing frequency as he quickly
rushed to the change rooms. The rapid movement and knowledge he had to
return in time to wake Sebastian with a blowjob hastened his movements.

Entering the dark, cool, large room lined with lockers and open showers was
a welcome reprieve.


    He lingered for a moment looking at the showers; when he first came to
the school he was mortified that there was no privacy dividers, with each
student expected to shower in the open and made to walk naked either back
to their lockers or benches. At first he thought it was simply because the
buildings were older, or due to tradition. With his new experiences he was
hit with a wave of realisation that it was likely to sate the teachers who
would often ogle some students, often in the name of supervision.  The fear
of being exposed and naked in front of others still lingered for him,
despite his recent change in situation.

James reached and unlocked his locker. He quickly stripped off his clothing
down to his briefs when he glanced at his reflection in the window of the
coach's office, which was adjacent to his locker. He was hit with the
recent memory of both he and Noah's formal acceptance into the team, and
the welcome the coach had given them.

Both James and Noah stood still, dressed in their uniforms in front of the
coach, who sat behind an old wooden desk. The large window behind the boys
gave the coach a complete view of the showers and lockers. James quickly
wondered how many times the coach had watched amused at the antics of his
team as Noah and he were either made to bend over at the benches to be
fucked, or forced to kneel to suck a dick on a whim. James felt like the
contents of the room: cramped. The room was decorated and filled to the
brim with associated items like photos, trophies, and books. There was
limited floor space that wasn't occupied with what seemed like to James,
junk. The coach's desk was equally cluttered, as he leant back slowly and
rhythmically tapping his pen against the edge of the desk. He silently
appraised both students for what felt like an eternity. James stretched his
calves and shuffled his feet as they began to hurt from standing still for
so long.

"You" the coach said whilst pointing his finger at Noah, startling both
boys to attention. "You're only here because you stuck your nose where it
didn't belong." James glanced at his friend who held a nervous
expression. He was only joining James in his new role because Dale and
Sebastian caught him watching the trio's activities.

"Now I'm stuck with you. I'll ask one more time, did you record anything?"
It was a question that was asked of him countless times. James suspected it
was part of the reason why Dale seemingly hated him with a passion.

"No, sir. Nothing. Even if I could my phone isn't good enough quality for
that" Noah replied with a half hearted nervous laugh, seemingly blurting
out the last part on impulse.

James sighed and slowly closed his eyes. He wished his friend didn't say
that, it was not a statement that would reassure the man by any means.

The coach silently stared at Noah before responding, "and this is why I'm
stuck with you. You're on the team because I need to keep a close eye on
you. Know this, either threaten to release or you do release any photos or
videos of what your friend here is part of and your life at this school
ends. If that happens your life becomes a lot harder: no more scholarships,
no chance of funding for a higher education. Understood?" The burly man had
tightly gripped his pen as he stared intently at Noah as he cautioned him.

"Yes, sir" Noah said whilst gulping. His mother was a single parent. Whilst
he was living with her she had to work multiple jobs, with long hours. With
him at the school she didn't have to work or worry as much. With school
holidays he often felt guilty going home as it meant literally more work
for his mother.

"Rules for all team members. One, under no fucking circumstances any photos
or videos. That means no `home movies' no `selfies' that document any type
of sex. You're both here for my team, myself and anyone I choose, to use
you both anyway I deem appropriate. I shouldn't have to elaborate on why
that being revealed to others is a bad idea. Clear?"

Both James and Noah nodded quickly, meekly adding a "yes, sir."

"That also means if any of members of my team decides to be a dumbass and
break rule one, you will tell me immediately. Yes?"

James and Noah nervously looked at each other. They knew Dale and Brad had
already broken the first rule. They would both say nothing however for
different reasons. For James he still cared about Brad even though how he
got he was as a result of his doing and the first time they had sex wasn't
exactly what he imagined. For Noah, both he and his friend needed this
scholarship. They couldn't afford to jeopardise it with the school having
to chose between a rich, affluent student, versus two students only able to
be here based on the charity of others.

Realising how long they were taking to answer, both boys answered in
unison, "yes, sir."

"The other rules are more for the actual swimmers, not you two. But, you
will do anything ordered of you, unless it contradicts rule one, or I tell
you not to. You will also make yourselves available any time of the day for
use. Clear?"

Once more both boys gave a rather meek "yes, sir."

For Noah he realised he was trapped with Dale until his school time ended,
he was already exhausted and didn't know how much longer this could
continue. For James, he still felt guilt about taking a path that led his
friend to be literally right beside him, when he could have stopped this
long ago.

For the first time the imposing man smiled, "welcome to the team" he said
as he threw two pairs of the team's swim briefs at the duo.

Both boys examined the Speedos closely, it had the team's iconic black
raven on it. James grinned to himself as he checked the sizing, it wasn't a
comically smaller size than the last time the man gave him the white pair.

The coach stood from the creaky chair and made his way around the cluttered
desk and debris on the floor approaching both boys. James was taken aback
as the burly man wrapped his thick hairy arms around him, hugging him. He
felt like it was a literal bear hug as the coach dwarfed him in
stature. The older man turned to Noah, pausing momentarily before a sly
grin crossed his face and hugged the student. Noah looked at James
surprised as the man had displayed nothing but contempt and suspicion for
him.

Noah could feel his hot breath on his ear as he whispered, "one fuck up,
just one, and I will end you."

Releasing Noah from his embrace the coach stood up right again and looked
down on the boys after giving his ominous warning. "Well, you going to try
them on or not? James, if you prefer I could give you the white child sized
ones to wear again?" the coach said chuckling.

Not wanting the man to change his mind James quickly undid his tie, slipped
off his shoes and quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes. Noah
conversely stood mute, he already knew he was too far gone to turn back now
even if he wanted to. He joined James in undressing, albeit at a slower
pace.

Once naked James placed one foot at a time through the openings of the swim
briefs and pulled them up until the waistband sat below his hips. He caught
his reflection in the window and felt oddly proud. He somehow
simultaneously hated and enjoyed everything that had happened to him so
far. But now he was accepted into the team. He bore their uniform. For
years he, like Noah, felt like an awkward outsider. Now, he felt like he
belonged to something. He slowly turned, enjoying how the fabric felt
against his body. The sensation and sight started to make him aroused as he
watched how the Speedo accentuated his ass. The happiness he felt soon came
crashing down when his brain reminded him he was on the team for his sexual
abilities, not his athletic attributes.

Noah stood feeling like time was going slowly, he didn't particularly want
to be naked in front of a man who held him in contempt, but he felt like he
had no choice. He desperately wanted to be able to walk away from all of
this, especially with how Dale treated him, his brain however refused to
think of a reason to give to be able to do so. He resigned himself to
pulling up the briefs and joined his friend with the matching bright red
swim apparel. He too caught himself in the reflection of the window and was
mortified with the realisation that he would be expected to appear in
public like this. It left nothing to the imagination.

"Looking good boys" the coach said to James and Noah with a large grin. He
absent mildly licked his lips whilst stroking his crotch through the thin
fabric of his running shorts. Both boys had no where near the level of
musculature of his other swimmers, and both were smaller in height. He
actually liked that both boys were smaller as team would be less resistant
to dominating them, unlike Brad.

The coach approached James and with one hand began to fondle the student's
crotch. He tilted James' chin up so he was looking directly into his latest
member's dilated pupils. He didn't know how to describe it, but every time
he looked into his eyes they had a look that reminded him of a cow: gentle,
innocent, and perplexed. His cock twitched every time he saw him. Each time
he had to resist the urge to fuck him until his balls ran dry. He continued
staring into James' eyes until he could feel the boys cock start to grow
against its tight constraints. Happy with the effect his ministrations were
having, he moved and began to aggressively kiss him, shoving his tongue
forcefully into the mouth pushing the boys tongue back into his mouth,
growing and gently biting on James' lips.

Without looking he reached over and grabbed onto Noah's hair, gripping it
with his fingers. Gently the coach guided Noah's head to come closer to the
pair. From the corner of his eye the coach could see Noah's feet stumble
forward until he was next to his friend. The coach released his fingers
from the hair and began to stroke with his thick finger around Noah's
lips. If he didn't have his tongue so forcefully in James' mouth, making
the boy groan and grind his pelvis into his hand he would have laughed;
Noah was clearly not as submissive and receptive to this type of
treatment. He stood so awkwardly that it was bordering on adorable. The
coach continued and began to push his finger into Noah's mouth. He was met
with nothing but a warm mouth and saliva.

Normally, irritation would have taken over for the older man at the
stupidity of a younger student at not knowing what to do. The thoughts of
how awkward he looked however eased his tension as he stuck another finger
into the open mouth and pushed it back and forth, patiently waiting for
Noah to understand what was expected of him whilst he continued to kiss
James. He could feel how hard the cock was tenting in the Speedo's. He was
impressed that the fabric or elastic didn't yield and kept everything
confined.

The coach eventually felt lips close around his fingers and a tongue begin
to run around and along them. He continued to push in and out of the
mouth. Sensing his fingers were wet enough he removed them and broke from
his embrace of James.

"Noah, be a good boy and help your friend get undressed" the coach
ordered. He felt feel his enormous cock pulsate against his thigh, the
sight before him and urge to dominate these two drove him wild, he wanted
nothing more than release.

The coach watched as Noah dug his fingers and thumb into James'
waistband. Initially he struggled to lower it, with the fabric snagging and
getting hooked on the boy's leaking, throbbing cock. An idea came to the
man as the brief was still around James' ass, but front portion only now
successfully being lowered just below his balls.

"Stop!" The coach ordered Noah, who stopped immediately, confused at the
sudden change of mind.

The coach lightly touched James' cock, slowly stroking it to the point of
almost tickling the pupil. James stood confused as the teasing pleasure of
the mans calloused fingers was suddenly stopped, instead he began to lift
the brief up in it's original resting position as best he could, against
the erect penis. Before James' cock was tucked back away the coach using
his index finger began to scoop up the precum from the boys cock and
brought it to Noah's mouth.

Without saying anything Noah relented and accepted the sticky liquid into
his mouth, sucking the fingers clean. It didn't have an unpleasant
taste. Noah struggled to think of the taste, if anything it was more
neutral, bordering on sweet.

Satisfied that the Speedo was back on James properly, the coach gripped
James' cock through the swim brief and yanked him forward toward the
desk. He placed his hands on James' back until he was bent at the waist,
with his head near the desk.

James' stared at the desk. He was nervous and confused. Although no longer
a virgin the coach had the biggest cock he had seen, both in person and in
porn. Fear of pain, or being injured that could prevent him from servicing
other members, or other members even ignoring that pain and continuing to
fuck him made him begin to shake. He did not understand if the man was
going to fuck him though why he was placing the Speedo back on him.

Noah watched as the the coach began to rummage through a desk draw,
returning when he found a pair of scissors. The student stood in his swim
brief perplexed. He began to worry what exactly this man was going to
do. He watched with both hesitation and curiosity as he approached his bent
over friend and began to cut a small section around his ass crack.

James could feel the man snipping and pulling on his swim outfit confused
at what he was doing until he felt the cold room air over a small area of
his ass.

"Keep that position, boy" the coach commanded James gruffly.

The coach casually threw the scissors on the desk and turned his attention
to Noah. The last encountered Noah had with the man he had brutally fucked
him. His hole still felt tender and bruised. He felt his cock shrink as he
approached him. The older man pulled on Noah's hair until his head was
tilted back, gripping it tightly he began to sloppily kiss him and using
the palm of his hand aggressively rubbing on the boy's crotch.

After a few minutes the coach noticed Noah's was still soft and
trembling. It was summer, inside a small, hot room, but he figured Noah may
feel the cold more than himself. He continued for a few more minutes until
he grew tired of the lack of response. No longer patient, the coach began
to peel off his tank top and running shorts. He wasn't wearing underwear,
so when his shorts came off his hard cock sprang free, loudly slapping
against his abdomen, recoiling with more intensity due to being caught in
his waistband.

The coach placed firm steady pressure on Noah's shoulders until he was
kneeling on the floor. The man cupped the back of Noah's head, guiding his
mouth to his erect cock, steadily streaming precum from its tip.

"Open up" the coach instructed as he watched his giant, plump head
disappear into the boy's mouth beneath him.

The kid was a pretty lousy cocksucker. More work for him to remedy. He made
a note to ensure the team paid particular attention to improving his oral
skills.

"Always look a man in the eye when you're blowing him, kid. It shows
respect and gratitude that I am even allowing you near a dick this
impressive" the coach bellowed above him. He smirked as he heard Noah
gagging, at one point Noah tried to completely move away. Thankfully for
the coach his hand ensured he couldn't move too far. He wasn't even face
fucking the boy and already he was struggling.

Deciding to be more forceful, the coach placed both hands behind Noah's
head locking him in place. He bent his knees slightly in a squatting
position and thrust his pelvis back and forth. He loved watching his fat
cock disappear bit by bit into the struggling boy's mouth. The coach was
becoming more and more aroused enjoying just how much Noah could hardly
take any of the cock and the little progress he made invading his throat
made him leak even more. The fearful, pained expression on his face was
made only better when he tried shoving all the way forward, causing the boy
to gag and splutter.

"Okay, enough of that" the coach said to Noah, releasing his head.

After taking a step back and seeing the boy's face, he had to fight the
urge to just shove his cock back into Noah's mouth, ramming it and out
until he shot his load. The kid's face was a mess; he had puffy moist eyes,
his already naturally rosy cheeks seemed even deeper red and his semi curly
hair was wet with sweat. Controlling himself, the man gave Noah a moment of
reprieve before he once more guided the back of his head towards James'
bent body. He was impressed the youngster did as he was told, and remained
bent over still.

"You got my cock nice and wet, now help your buddy out and prepare him. I'm
not going to be gentle, I've saved up three days worth of a load for his
soon to be slightly looser ass."

Noah felt his face move further and further towards James' ass. He sadly
knew what was expected of him, licking his friend's asshole wasn't exactly
something he wanted to do, but preferred the alternative of not being able
to breathe contrasted with fighting the urge to vomit. Noah moved his
tongue toward the hole in the swim brief, whilst using his fingers to
slightly move the hole in the fabric until it more closely lined up. His
knees hurt already from the burning sensation of the carpet, now made worse
as he had to extend his tongue as far out of his mouth as possible, whilst
using his face to rock back and forth, as though he was fucking his friend
with his tongue.

James could feel the hot breath at first on his ass cheeks, and then on his
hole. The sensation felt different, likely because he couldn't part his
cheeks and because he could feel parts of the fabric rub and push in and
around his hole as the wet tongue probed and massaged his hole. He glanced
down at his crotch, which was a more interesting view compared to the
floor. The front of his Speedo was saturated with his precum, making it
almost see through. He could see Noah's hairless legs and torso between his
legs, as he rocked back and forth working on his hole.

James looked up as he watched the coach begin to push to the side the items
on the table in front of him.

"There, you can use this space to rest your arms or head against, you're
going to need" the coach said whilst laughing. James felt his sphincter
automatically close tight as he looked towards the voice and was reminded
at how huge the man's cock was both in length and girth in doing so. He
took the man's advice and rested forward on the desk with his hands bracing
himself for what was to come.

"Stop now" the coach said to Noah as he placed a hand on his shoulder
pulling him away from his friend's anus.

"I'd like your friend here to show you how much work you have to do on
learning to suck cock. You're not a natural, which is surprising given your
lack of any semblance of manliness."

Noah wanted to object. He was intimidated by the man. His mouth and jaw
ached. He felt hurt as the multiple insults he was given in just a few
seconds. He was sure even James would struggle to properly suck a dick that
size well.

Not having time to dwell on it further Noah felt the man's strong hands
hook under his hairless armpits, raising him up from kneeling to being in
the air. He hadn't been picked up like this since he was a kid. The coach
manoeuvred him until his ass was resting on the edge of the desk, with
James' arms on either side.

Noah's heart began to race as he watched the coach pick up off the desk and
bring the scissors towards his crotch.

"Hold still, unless you want a circumcision" the man said with a grin.

Noah watched as the man pinched the fabric around his crotch and pulled it
away from him. The coach began to snip a small section of material out,
like he had done to James, until he was satisfied. Noah grunted as he felt
the mans rough hands and fingers pry their way into the opening fishing
around the front, until he managed to guide his flaccid penis through the
hole.

"James, you have until I finish fucking you to get your friend
off. Afterwards I want proof, so you'll hold his load in your mouth. Noah,
I suggest helping your friend here by getting yourself hard, otherwise you
can watch his punishment."

James and Noah looked at each other in the eyes, both had fear in
them. James, still bent forward, moved closer to Noah's crotch. He gave his
friend a slight smile to try and calm him, and began by rubbing Noah's
thighs gently. Noah was surprised his friend started by kissing, nibbling
and lick parts of his thighs, instead of going directly for his cock. He
watched as James slowly worked his way up his legs with his mouth while his
hands massaged his thighs, trailing his mouths path.

Noah tried to will his cock to get hard. The more he thought about it the
less likely he felt it was going to happen. Instead he blocked out his
thoughts. He closed his eyes from the sight in front of him: the giant of a
man behind his friend slicking up his enormous cock with a bottle of
lube. He focused instead on the gentle kisses and touches his friend was
giving him. He was surprised that James was doing something so sensual.

With his eyes still closed he felt his friend's warm tongue against his
crotch. He felt dampness and firm repetitive pressure against his confined
balls, the licking sensation through the material of the Speedo felt odd
yet pleasurable.

The combination of his friends slowly stroking his thighs and his mouth
teasing around his crotch caused Noah to feel his cock begin to stir,
slowly growing in size. Excitement that his friend may not be punished gave
him relief, further easing his self inflicted pressure.

Noah felt the tip of his friend's tongue at the base of his cock, as it
jutted up hard and tall through the hole in the front of the swim
brief. The teasing was driving him crazy. A moment a go he was worried he
couldn't get hard, now he wanted nothing more than for James to start
sucking. James' tongue slowly traced the edge of the shaft of Noah's cock,
tracing along a thin vein until he reached the edge of the head.

James actually enjoyed being able to take his time, rather than just having
a cock shoved roughly in his mouth. He loved the taste, sensation and
texture of the warm penis nestled against the Speedo. The thought alone
drove him wild, enough to make him temporarily forget the promised rough
fucking. He grinned as he heard Noah let out a mixture of a grunt and
whimper as he ran his tongue along the opening and began to slowly take the
head into his mouth. James' tongue slowly wrapped around Noah's head as he
applied gentle suction.

The coach had paused momentarily to take in the sight before
him. Originally he only agreed to take James into the team to replace
Brad's role. After all, it wasn't proper for someone that talented like
Brad to still be the team's pin cushion for dick. Furthermore, Brad clearly
hated it. The coach had to admit, that aspect made it even more appealing
to continue forcing Brad into his subservient place. But, it also meant
more work and less satisfied team members who only wanted either
enthusiastic or more pliable submissives. Seeing how well James and Noah
looked together, how tender James had been to try and get his friend
aroused; how cute Noah's seemingly perpetual startled look made him
reconsider his hostility to Noah.

If anything James bent over licking, massaging and slowly blowing his
friend made the coach pause and take a moment. He knew if he didn't with
his current horned up state he would just thrust balls deep into James and
erupt almost instantly. The coach waited momentarily until the feeling
passed and then laser focused on the bent over welcoming tight hole in
front of him. He reached out and fondled the ass through the swim brief and
moved his huge cock to line up with the small hole in the Speedo he made
earlier.

The older man placed two of his large hands on the hips of the bent over
student in front of him. Hands free he guided his cock through the small
hole, feeling the fabric start to rip and expand around his cock. He
continued pressing forward until he felt resistance. He had to admit he was
impressed with James. There wasn't many that could take his cock due to
it's size. If anything it had been an issue, with many previous
relationships breaking down because of it. Even with casual sex it usually
meant he would be turned down out of fear by potential partners. James
seemed to be able to accomodate his size, whilst he could struggle and
resist initially - which would usually be the point others would tap out -
the boy eventually got used to it, not that he had much choice.

With continuous pressure the coach felt the tip of his cock finally make
its way into the tight hole. Below him he could hear a hiss and sharp
inhalation, with James' body tightening up. He loved the sensation of the
power he held, both with his job and the effect his cock could have on
people like James, people who he deemed were born to be put in their place
by men like himself.

Slowly his cock advanced until he could see his cock was halfway into the
tight hole. The sensation of the Speedo against his penis was a unique one,
adding yet another dimension of feeling to the already tight grip the
resisting hole had, squeezing against his penis.

No longer able to resist the coach sunk the last half of his cock against
the hole, eliciting a large yet muffled yelp from James who he had just
seen take most of the Noah's cock into his mouth. He paused slightly so the
boy could recover. When he noticed James' breathing had slowed and he had
resumed working his mouth around his friend's cock he began to pull back.

Even though James knew what was coming the size of the intruder in his ass
caused nothing but pain. He wondered if it was ever possible to get used to
a cock so big. Worried about what a potential punishment could be from the
coach, James ignored the pain and began to work faster on Noah's
cock. Noah's cock was probably closer to his own size, it meant he could
have moments where he could deep throat it, for a brief period before his
gag reflex would kick in. He felt the coach behind him begin to pull
out. Bracing himself James gripped the table edges so tight that his
knuckles began to go white. He focused everything on trying to get Noah to
cum.

James felt like he had been punched in the guts as the man behind him
slammed back in only the quickly withdraw. He could feel parts of the
fabric along with the cock push and pull along with it. He stopped sucking
and licking Noah when he felt the coach begin to pick up his pace, now
slamming in and out of his hole, causing him to scrunch up his face in
pain.

He could feel Noah's hand on the back of his head as though to remind him
to focus on finishing him off or he would pay the consequences. James tried
to resume blowing him but found himself only distracted by the pain. Worse
still, the coach's rapid, long fucking behind him made him move around,
with Noah's cock often slipping out of his mouth.

James once more felt Noah's hands on the back of his head, steadying and
guiding him back to his goal. He felt Noah begin to thrust his pelvis back
and forth, effectively fucking his face. He realised his friend was trying
to help him by doing the work for him as he was far too distracted. As a
result he tried to keep steady suction around the hard cock and when he
could remember to, run his tongue along and around the hard shaft.

Noah felt sorry for James, he had previously experienced the coach's cock,
losing his virginity in front of a crowd. He also did not want to feel
responsible for his friend being punished. He held James' head in place and
worked his cock in and out. He closed his eyes and went to his go to
masturbatory fantasy of his favourite teacher. The building feeling of
impending orgasm made Noah thrust even harder, causing his friend to gag
and splutter beneath him. He was so close that he figured James would
rather gag on his cock than face something potentially worse. Noah held his
friend's head even firmer and pushed as deep as he could go into the mouth
and throat, only to withdraw and repeat.

"That's it, fuck his throat hard, boy!" the coach yelled at him causing his
eyes to flick open, feeling guilt at how roughly he was treating his
friend, as though he was just like a normal team member trying to feed him
his seed.

Noah was too far gone, he felt James gag and spasm around his cock which
sent him over the edge. He remembered at the last minute the coach wanted
proof so withdrew his erupting penis out slightly, until it's salty load
was spread across James' tongue.

The coach no longer able to control himself after seeing the rough face
fucking the youngster had given him tightened his grip around the slim
waist and pummelled as hard as he could, with the tight hole squeezing and
massaging his penis, as wave after wave of cum was deposited deep into
James' hole.

James shook himself out of his memory. He was still in his briefs staring
into the office where he was spit roasted by his friend and coach. After,
Noah had been nothing but apologetic, but calmed down after James had
reassured him if he had not taken over he wouldn't be able to finish him
off.

Realising that time was quickly diminishing James slipped his briefs off to
replace them with the red Speedo. Thankfully the coach had given both boys
new pairs. James initially was mortified that they may have to wear the
ones with holes in them in public.

He made his way outside and headed to the pool. He dove head first and as
he made contact with the water he reprimanded himself. He already knew his
technique was so poor that it was bordering on a bellyflop. He began to
swim laps back and forth. James knew he was slow and that his technique was
poor. He reminded himself to continue training; that the original reason he
joined this team wasn't just because of Brad, but because he wanted to
become a good swimmer.

As James swam towards the end of the pool he saw two hairless, yet well
developed calf muscles floating in the water ahead of him. He rose his head
out of the water, and had to squint and rub his eyes as he took off his
goggles and cap. He couldn't help but ogle at the sight before him. Brad
sat back on the edge of the pool in his Speedos. His legs were far apart
almost inviting him to look at the sizeable bulge before him.

"I wondered why some mornings when you were blowing me you smelt of
chlorine. I guess I have my answer" Brad said with a smirk.