Date: Tue, 13 Jul 2010 16:15:44 -0500 From: Jason Clarkson Subject: My Stud Ryan, Chapter 2 If you are not of legal rights and/or age to read any type of adult literature or if you find the material offensive, please do not read any further. The author and site cannot be held liable as you agree to accept all responsibility for reading said material. If you wish to contact the author of this series, please do so at jclarkson35@gmail.com, I will respond to all e-mails. This story is loosely based on events in my life however names, descriptions and actions of other characters are not real. I woke up the next morning, naked and stained with my own cum. A feeling of dread instantly set in once I recounted the previous night's activity. "Ugh, how could you do that? Just run over to some kid's house, mindlessly obey his every command and let him use you like that? I guess you got what you deserved when he told you to get lost," I yelled at myself in my head. But, I was quick with a reply to myself: "Yeah, but it sure was hot. He is a stud, and his cock is wonderful." With that thought, I decided it was worth it, but still felt a little stupid that I put that much time and energy into it. That got me thinking, "Why would he go through all that trouble as well for just a quick blowjob?" Certainly, a stud like that could get anything he wanted. So, I wondered, "why did he keep trying to connect with me?" I got myself into the shower, and scrubbed my dried up cum from my body and I tried to scrub him from my mind. It was a onetime thing and he was no longer interested. It was probably something he just needed to try. It was time to move on. As I lathered up my cock, my thoughts turned to a young friend of mine, Ricky. Ricky was 23 and liked to call me coach. Ricky had a great 8 inch and thick cock that I loved to suck. Ricky had a great thin but toned body. Ricky loved to be fucked by his coach. My cock was quickly at full attention thinking of our last hot session together. I was working at home when I got a text from Ricky: "Hey coach, wat u up 2?" "nm, rick, just working" I quickly replied. "oh too bad, cuz i need my coach bad" was his answer. "well good news...I am working from home and everyone at school, so wanna come over?" I excitedly texted back. My phone vibrated with his response, as I answered a work email. It was hard to concentrate on my email knowing his reply was waiting for me. "fuck yeah coach...where you gonna fuck me this time?" "This kid is so hot," I said as I smiled, knowing why he was asking. The previous time I had Ricky over for a little day time fun when "working from home", at Ricky's request, we did it in my son's room. (Remind me to tell you about that one!) Anyway, I played along by replying: "I dunno Rick, so many rooms to choose from...haha" He replied immediately: "How about your desk?" Oh fuck! So hot! Of course, Coach had to play it cool: "Sounds good to me, come on over. See you soon." "K, be right there coach. Thanks" I quickly scanned my office and desk. It was, of course, a complete mess. So I quickly ran around straightening it up. I moved my laptop off the desk and some of the things that were on it. Luckily, I didn't keep that much stuff on it to begin with. So, I now had it completely cleared off. It was now a nice shiny wooden surface to lay my boy Rick on and pound his tight hole. I took a peek out the front windows to see if he was pulling up. Not yet, so I walked back into the office. I wasn't sure how this was going to work, but I got an idea from the movies. Hot sex scenes on a desk or kitchen table always begin with the quick clearing of the surface without any concern for breaking dishes or lamps or whatever. Well, I wasn't up for breaking anything, so I settled on scattering some documents and a notebook on the desk. Just then, I heard the knock on the door. I rushed to the door and opened it quickly. I was greeted by Ricky's huge smile and quite a mischievous look in his eyes. I did a quick scan of his outfit. He had on a long black coat and then I could see his hairy legs and his gym shoes with ankle height black socks. I must have been staring a bit too long, as so Ricky had to say, "Hey coach, do you mind if I come in?" "Oh sorry, Rick, I was just admiring your outfit" I replied with a curious smile. "Oh yeah, well, ummm, I just finished playing some hoops and I didn't feel like changing. But, it's getting kind of chilly out, so I just threw this on." He explained. I noticed his face turning a darker red as he stammered through his explanation. I thought it was a bit strange but felt bad that I was maybe embarrassing him, so I just stepped aside and invited him in. As I closed the door, I felt his warm body against me. "Oh coach, I get so horny when I play basketball. I need you so bad" Ricky said as he hugged me and kissed my neck from behind. I turned to him and we began kissing deeply. Luckily, I had closed the door as we tightly embraced in the front hall. Our tongues battled each other as we continued our long and aggressive yet passionate kiss. My hands roamed over his hot body but the bulky black coat was definitely in the way. Being careful not to release our kiss, I worked the buttons free from his coat. After the first two were unbuttoned, I felt Ricky's chest. Realizing he didn't have a shirt on, I tore through the next two buttons quickly and slid my hand from his chest to his 6 pack and then back up. Ricky pulled away from me, and undid the final two buttons, but hesitated from opening the coat while he explained, "I was getting changed after hoops and started thinking of you coach. So, I started texting. When you told me to come over, I was in just in my jock. So I just threw the coat on and came over. Luckily, I still had my shoe on." With that, Ricky opened the coat and let it fall off him. My jaw dropped as I soaked in the wonderful sight. There Ricky stood. His shaggy golden hair was still a bit wet with sweat. His nicely toned body fully exposed except a black 2xist jock which barely held in his what was obviously very rigid cock. His hairy legs contrasted his smooth upper body. Ricky judged my reaction as approving and leaped into my arms. I felt his legs tighten around my waist and I instinctively grabbed his ass to hold him. We kissed again, even harder than before. Ricky pulled off my lips for an instant to say in almost a pleading tone: "Fuck me Coach, I need you so bad" His tongue continued to explore my tongue as I slowly walked from the hall into my office with Ricky in my arms. Well, his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. He was doing a good job holding himself up. My hands were assisting as his ass was resting in them. I took the opportunity to begin groping his firm, fully exposed cheeks, much to Ricky's enjoyment. As we passed into the office, we stopped kissing to better navigate. Well, I inadvertently bumped us into the doorway on the way in, so it was more a necessity. With Ricky still in my arms, he reached towards the desk to move some of the papers. I stopped in, and said, "No, Rick, I'll take care of that." And I set his ass on the desk and reached around him and with one swipe; all of the papers and notebook went flying to the ground. With that, Ricky undid his grip around my neck and laid back on the shiny, clean surface of my desk. "Oh yes, Coach, take me." He then undid his legs which were locked behind my waist and lifted them to my shoulders. His shoes were still on and they landed on my shoulders a bit roughly. I looked down at this wonderful specimen. A young, beautiful man completely sex crazed and wanting his coach to fuck the shit out of him. His gorgeous green eyes pierced my baby blues with a look of desperation. He needed my cock inside him as if it was his only chance for survival. I was glad to oblige and save my boy from the insanity that surely would have engulfed him had he not been filled with cock. However, I realized, I was still fully dressed. With his ankles firmly resting on my shoulders, and his legs pressed against my chest, I figured there was no chance of removing my finely pressed (well, maybe not anymore) dress shirt. I leaned in and kissed Ricky's chest while my hands struggled with my belt. Ricky shrieked as I found his nipple, lightly biting and sucking as I now undid my button. I worked my tongue to his other nipple as I started to unzip. As Ricky enjoyed the barrage of scintillation I provided his chest, he also heard the successes of the belt freeing, the button undoing and the glorious sound of the zipper being lowered. His moans became louder and more frantic. He began to buck his hips trying to get his ass to make contact with any part of my body, undoubtedly my cock. With the cell phone and keys weighing my pockets down, my pants fell to the floor quickly once the zipper was released. Ricky couldn't take it much longer and clawed at my waist band to lower my grey CK boxer briefs. I had never seen Ricky so frantic to be fucked. I always took great pleasure in pleasing my boy, but I was really enjoying seeing him this crazed. I subtly maneuvered my hips to stay just out of the reach of Ricky's grasping hands as I continued my onslaught of his smooth chest with my tongue. I switched between each nipple, which I nibbled and sucked while Ricky moaned and shuddered. "Please Coach! Fuck me now." Ricky screamed. I looked up, slightly startled by the louder, more demanding voice that had overtaken the whimpering, lusting sounds that were previously coming from Ricky's mouth. I unsuccessfully tried to keep from showing my wide smile to Ricky. I was truly enjoying putting him in this state and I knew he would mistake my smile. I saw his look change from desperate desire to an embarrassed and hurt expression. "Oh Ricky, I am not teasing you. I am sorry. I was just enjoying this so much I couldn't keep from smiling," I said. "Then fuck me coach, I need your cock inside me. Give it to me now, coach, please." Ricky responded as that desperate look returned. I pressed my hips in until they were up against the side of the desk. This allowed Ricky to reach them with his hands. He instantly tore at my CKs until they were mid thigh. I felt his shoe covered heels dig into my shoulders to pull me closer. My cock popped out and bounced off his balls. He raised his hips higher giving me better access to his wanting hole. I rubbed the precum that was pouring out my cock over the head to help lube it up some. Ricky and I had always used condoms and lube, but I knew that he wouldn't let me out of this somewhat of a strangle hold he had me in to go get anything. So, I worked up all the spit I had and slowly dropped it from my mouth. Luckily, most of it hit my target—my cock. I slid it all up and down the shaft as I heard the back of Ricky's head hit the table. "Oh yes, coach, I need this so bad." He said with relief now taking the place of desperation. I guided my cock to his hole and pressed forward. Ricky raised his head once again to look at me as he felt the pain of me entering him. He pulled his legs in further which drove his hips closer to me. His hole felt like a vacuum as it sucked my cock deep into him. I held my cock in deep, letting Ricky adjust to the invasion. Once again, his head went back, pounding off the wooden desk. I felt his hands claw at my hips once again. This time it was to try to pull me in deeper. I took that to mean he was ready to be pounded. I grabbed the back of his thighs as I pulled my cock most of the way out. And then I drove back in. Ricky's sweaty body slightly stuck to the wooden desk. As his body would slide back and forth while I drove in and out of him, it would make a squeaky sound, similar to that of basketball shoes on a court. A sound which I knew drove Ricky wild. Sweat began to drip from my forehead and chest as I continued to give Ricky the pounding that he needed. I was breathing heavy and I could feel all of my muscles straining to keep up. Ricky was lost in ecstasy. I had never heard the lustful sounds that were spewing from his lips. I knew he couldn't last much longer. I too was getting close, but I was also tiring. I slowed my pace a bit, but was pleased to see Ricky began to pick up the slack. I looked down at Ricky. His head was cocked to the side and his eyes were closed. Sweat was pouring from his head and body. His feet were digging deep into my shoulders to where it was becoming almost painful. His muscles were bulging everywhere as he somehow continued to drive his hips back and forth, using my cock to massage his prostrate. "Urgh, Urgh, oh fuck coach, yes, I am gonna cum" he yelled. Before I could respond, I saw his cock erupt. Since he had lifted his hips so high off the desk at this point, his cock was pointing at his face. The first shot hit the wall behind him but the next three landed squarely on his face. Energized by the scene in front of me, I increased my efforts. I wanted to pump as much cum out of this boy as possible. I also realized I was fucking him without a condom. The thought of filling this tight hole with my cum further added to the excitement. Ricky grabbed his cock as his juice continued to spurt out. He pumped his cock furiously as I continued to milk him from the inside. I felt my own cum begin to boil in my balls. Ricky's sweaty chest was being painted with puddles of his cum. He was squirming and shuddering and groaning. His eyes popped open and looked up at me. His intense look softened to a look of total satisfaction as his beautiful smile appeared for the first time since I slammed him onto the desk. "Yes, coach, fill me with your cum," he simply said. I felt my legs quiver as his eyes locked with mine. My load pelted Ricky's insides. I held my cock in deep as I felt my balls empty with shot after shot. I strained to hold myself up by resting my hands on the desk. Ricky continued to stroke his cock, although his cum had been fully depleted. Our heavy breathing and soft moans filled the air as our movements slowed. I felt the sweat that had been forming on my brow begin to drip. I watched in delight as I saw my sweat drops splash onto Ricky's stomach and mix with his cum. I slowly exited Ricky's hole and deftly waddled to the washroom to clean up. I heard Ricky giggle at the sight of me with my pants at my ankles and boxer briefs at my thighs. When I returned fully dressed with a wet towel for Ricky, I was shocked to see him gone. The desk had several sweat marks and a few cum drops, along with a single sheet of paper. The paper had a note from Ricky. "Thanks, coach, I really needed that. Sorry I had to run. - R" "Wow, he totally just used me to get fucked. Well, I guess there are worse things that I could be used for." I chuckled as I went about cleaning up the remnants of our sexcapade. The cold water drew me back to the present. I guess I had been in the shower too long as there was no more hot water. My balls ached as I had emptied them once again. I was glad that it was thoughts of Ricky and not Ryan. Hopefully, I would leave the thing with Ryan in the past. I did note the similarities between the two, though. Ricky used me to get fucked while Ryan used me to get blown. I smiled as I turned off the shower, pleased that I could be of service to these young studs. That's it for Chapter Two. I know I had said Chapter two would be about contacting Ryan again, but I got sidetracked. I will pick up with Ryan again in Chapter 3. Please send any comments to me at jclarkson35@gmail.com.