Date: Thu, 25 Aug 2022 08:16:00 +0100
From: PCW Tosh <pcwtosh@gmail.com>
Subject: Gymnastics Fantastics - Coach Crammer

Disclaimer: Hey folks, this story is just a fantasy and I have no evidence
that this actually happened, but we can all dream.

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Gymnastics Fantastics -- Coach Crammer

Rhys climbed onto the massage table and placed his face through the
hole. Naked from the waist up, Rhys settled in for his post-workout
massage. His coach, Luke Carson watched the gymnast mount the table and
smiled to himself. The young Irish gymnast's arse was irresistible, and it
was there, covered by two thin layers of fabric. Luke moved around to Rhys'
right and squirting a few drops of oil, the coach slickened his large
paw-like palms.

Rhys closed his eyes allowing a soft groan to fall from his lips as Luke's
firm hand gripped his bare shoulder. Luke's large hands pressed into the
back of Rhys' shoulder and began to knead him slowly. The coach's eyes
watched Rhys' skin hungrily as the smooth, pale Irish boy began to glisten
with body oil. Rhys' back was as lean and perfectly muscular as any gymnast
would be; their bodies, a temple of strength and control through beauty and
grace. Luke's thumbs and fingertips kneaded Rhys' skin firmly, loosening
any tightness in the brunette twink's upper back. Surfing the contours of
Rhys' muscular back, Luke's fingers squeezed down covering every inch of
the 23-year-old's skin with warm oil. Slowly, Luke explored the left side
of Rhys' back, then skipped across the right side before returning to the
middle of Rhys' back and kneading the gymnast firmly.

Next, Luke moved down Rhys' back, moving left to right then right to left
as he descended. Rhys' skin glistened tantalisingly, the thin sheen of oil
reflecting the bright lights above them. Luke's hands moved across Rhys'
skin, pressing into the gymnast's muscles, loosening his muscles, easing
his muscles. Rhys gave a first sigh of enjoyment as his body began to relax
and fill him with calming happiness.

Reaching the top of Rhys' shorts, Luke changed the angle of his fingers so
that the nails slid under the waistband. The coach continued his movements,
stimulating Rhys' muscles while exploring further south. Luke's fingertips
running against the top of Rhys' buttocks started the spark of arousal for
the young gymnast. Rhys loved this bit; Luke always gave him a hard-on
which he just wanted to release in a powerful happy ending. The coach was
clearly being deliberate with his actions, each rotation of his hands
seemed to speed up when he was outside the confines of Rhys' shorts but as
his fingers slipped under the hem and further down Rhys' tight buttocks,
Luke became slow and methodical.

"Pull your shorts down, your glutes feel very tense." Luke instructed. [Of
course they fucking do with you poking at them!] Rhys' mind and cock
growled impatiently. The gymnast lifted his hips slightly and slid his
shorts down his thighs. Luke pulled them the rest of the way down and threw
them onto a nearby chair. The coach had a glorious view, Rhys' pale, pert
butt sticking up from the table, topped and tailed by his shiny, muscular
body and his thin, slightly hairy legs. Oiling up his palms and placing
them on Rhys' buttocks, Luke gripped each of them and began to
gyrate. Immediately, Rhys began to moan, feeling the stimulation of his
coach's fingers massaging his tight body. Luke moved Rhys' cheeks round and
round, firmly manipulating their form, allowing the blood to reach the
hardest parts of the gymnast's buttocks.

Luke's eyes studied Rhys' mounds, watching the way they obeyed his every
command. Moving them open, Luke got the perfect view of Rhys' entrance, the
young gymnast's trail of dark brown hairs contrasted his pale skin. The
trainer began to struggle to contain himself, the sight of Rhys' opening
right there in front of him, he needed his cock in there and he knew Rhys
wanted in there as well. Luke's black trackie bottoms left little to the
imagination, tented with the impression of his massive dong. Rhys couldn't
see Luke's hard beast, but he knew his coach would be hard, the gymnast was
incredibly proud of his arse and the way Luke was addicted to everything
about it.

Luke massaged Rhys' firm arse cheeks apart and holding them wide open, he
slowly moved forward. The gymnast could sense his arse was about to get a
lot of attention with the extended exposure of his ring and the sudden
addition of warm breath against his smooth skin made Rhys tingle with
anticipation. Luke sucked in a deep breath of Rhys' undercarriage, the
little lad's scent bringing another pulse from Luke's hidden
beast. Pointing his tongue as he edged forward, Luke made gentle contact
with the base of Rhys' hole then with a slow, drawn-out upwards motion he
pulled his tongue across the 23-year-old's sweet opening.

Rhys made no attempt to hide his enjoyment, "Oh yeahhh." He breathed deeply
into the cushion as the sensation of Luke's tongue began to pleasure his
body. Luke's slick saliva glazed Rhys' ring, teasing twitches and quivers
of happiness from the young gymnast's entrance. Luke pushed his face deep
into Rhys' firm cheeks, his broad, stubbly chin scratching against Rhys as
his tongue worked itself deeper within the cute twunk.

Luke's hands continue to massage Rhys' cheeks as he rimmed the lean
gymnast. Moving them slowly and firmly in opposing clockwise and
anticlockwise directions, the trainer loosened the sexy youngster. Rhys
felt himself drifting off, such was the relaxation, Luke's magical hands
were so powerful and manly, yet calm and soothing in their work. Luke's
ears rose to the sound of Rhys' murmurs, barely audible from the opposite
end of the gymnast's limp body he could swear Rhys was begging to be
fucked.

Not to be rushed, Luke continued to suck at the gymnast's tight ring. The
dank flavour of fresh, warm sweat around Rhys' neat, pale hole made Luke's
cock rage as he sucked and the 23-year-old's beautiful ring. Pulling back
for a second to admire it, Luke surveyed the beautiful smoothness of Rhys'
hole in between the plump mounds that were Rhys' arse cheeks held apart by
Luke's large hands. The manly coach swooped his tongue back into the
crevice confronting him and running his tongue from bottom to top, then top
to bottom before pushing his tongue between Rhys' walls once more.

Rhys continued to hum gentle soundwaves of satisfaction responding to every
flick and swish of his coach's tongue. The gymnast had told Luke so many
times that the man had a talented tongue. Feeling Luke's tongue sliding
along his crease, moistening his entrance made Rhys feel so loose and
welcoming. The 23-year-old wanted to press his arse up into Luke's face and
bury every inch of the trainer's tongue inside his hole, but Luke's big
strong hands held Rhys' beautiful butt steady. With Luke's stubble
scratching at his smooth cheeks, Rhys felt like he was at the mercy of a
strong powerful man, and he was loving it.

Pulling free from Rhys' hole, Luke stood up and admired the smooth, young
gymnast. The tent in Luke's black shorts blocked his view momentarily
before the coach slid his fingers under his waistband and freed his angry
beast. Luke slipped his shorts over his hips and let them fall to his
ankles before climbing out of them, then moving around to the head of the
massage table and with his 9-inch rod pointing ahead of him, Luke stood
right in front of the gymnast.

Noticing Luke's feet on the floor in front of him, Rhys stirred then raised
his head from the face hole. The gymnast's brown eyes narrowed on the thick
boner pointing at him, just an inch away from his face. Without a word,
Rhys stretched his neck forward, the 23-year-old closed his lips around
Luke's head. A deep, manly, nasal grunt was the appreciative response his
coach afforded to Rhys' lips sliding along his shaft. The burly man's cock
looked smaller when compared with Luke's muscular frame but as Luke's meat
filled his throat, Rhys was reminded just how big Luke's cock really
was. "Better make it nice and wet." Luke chuckled as Rhys' neck muscles
began to work their magic. The young gymnast certainly knew how to suck a
cock, moistening his beautiful pink lips and rolling them along Luke's hard
shaft to the point that his airway became blocked by his coach's thick
head. Luke held the bottom of his black shirt up to give Rhys all the
access he needed while the champion gymnast deepthroated his hard meat.

Luke's eyes watched Rhys' neck at work, proud of the work they had done to
improve the gymnast's strength and stamina. The trainer's eyes worked their
way down Rhys' smooth body to those perfect round mounds and he
smiled. Rocking forward, Luke dropped his weight onto the 23-year-old's
firm cheeks and kneaded them once, psyching himself up for the pummeling he
was about to give them.

Slathering his wet saliva along Luke's thick boner, Rhys wanted to add as
much lube as he could because he knew this was all he was going to
get. Luke liked to fuck him bare, and Rhys had to admit the man's stamina
was eye wateringly amazing. "That's it boy." Luke huffed, feeling his cock
pulsing between Rhys' soaking wet lips. The 23-year-old allowed his dribble
to stream from his mouth, down Luke's 9-inch shaft and onto the floor below
them as he deepthroated his coach's thick rod. "Yeah, Rhysy boy, it's
time." Luke hissed, placing his hands on Rhys' head to hold his bellend
against Rhys' tonsils for several seconds before pulling his cock from the
twink's mouth.

The table gave a little creak as Luke mounted it, swinging his leg over
Rhys' naked arse and resting them on either side of the gymnast's enticing
body. Luke straightened himself up and using his left hand to expose Rhys'
hole, the trainer used his tip to press his head against Rhys'
entrance. There was a pause where Rhys braced himself, pushing his ring out
while Luke carefully dribbled down over his bare head and watched as the
excess dripped down onto Rhys' hole. Luke didn't need to ask if Rhys was
ready, easing forward he felt the bottom's hole offer minimal resistance
opening slowly as Luke's head began to bury itself between the tight walls
of Rhys' entrance.

Gradually the pair united as one with Luke's raw cock sinking into Rhys'
toned belly. The young gymnast cooed softly as Luke's cock progressed,
opening him up and sliding down his tight chute until a smooth crotch
pressed itself against his tensed arse cheeks. The top moved carefully,
using his hips alone to slide his cock back and forth fucking Rhys slowly
at first. The cute gymnast's tight hole felt so warm and tight around his
throbbing cock that Luke needed to distract himself for a bit, diverting
his mind with his plans for dinner, he progressed past the initial feeling
of pure pleasure and began to feel comfortable with the sexy bottom.

Feeling powerful above the sexy young gymnast, Luke tensed his
pecs. Looking down at his tensed pecs Luke smiled then continued down past
his torso to watch his cock sliding into Rhys' tight ring. The twinky
bottom's hole looked so nice and tight around Luke's hard cock as it slid
into the pink softness of Rhys' insides. The 23-year-old's shoulders felt
relaxed under Luke's fingertips and as he increased his speed, the lack of
change in Rhys' demeanour confirmed the bottom's relaxed state of mind.

Concentrating on length rather than power, Luke watched his bare cock
sliding within Rhys' hole pulling at least 6 inches out of Rhys every time
he pulled back before sliding forward to press his muscular crotch against
Rhys' meaty arse cheeks. "Uhhh fuckkk." Rhys whimpered as Luke's beefy body
thudded into his tight arse. "You like that Rhysy boy?" Luke
grinned. "Yeah. I love it." Rhys panted. The gymnast's reward for his
obedient agreement was for a continuation of the long powerful slams that
made his entire body quiver.

Luke wasn't completely selfish, in fact, the coach was completely the
opposite. The first time that Luke had fucked Rhys' perfect little body,
the sexy gymnast lasted less than two minutes before shooting his load and
ending their session. Luke's perfect cock had found something deep inside
the Irish boy's tight cunt that made him lose all control. To avoid any
more early ending it was easy, Rhys wasn't allowed to touch himself for the
first 10 minutes, a deal the gymnast agreed to with some trepidation at
first but since their second encounter, he couldn't think of getting fucked
any other way.

"Oh fuck." Rhys whined as the entire weight of Luke's body thudded into his
muscular little body, ruthlessly impaling him. "Yeah Lukey." Rhys
cheered. It was crazy just how good it felt to be completely at another
man's mercy and that feeling was about to get even better. Luke's hands
returned to Rhys' shoulders, but this time closed around the back of the
gymnast's neck. Squeezing firmly, Luke tightened Rhys' airway and
concentrating on his hips, the top moved up and down. Wasting no energy on
his upper body, Luke used Rhys' firm cheeks to maintain his momentum,
pulling his 9-inch shaft all the way back to his head then slamming it back
down into the sexy gymnast. Rhys' face had gone from pale white to a light,
rosy, pink colour as he tried to breathe through Luke's strong grip. Rhys
thought to himself how incredible it would feel if he could touch himself
right now, that feeling, and sensation would make this the hottest sex I've
ever had.

Luke rammed the entire weight of his muscular frame into Rhys' body,
pressing his crotch to Rhys' firm buttocks and holding in there for a brief
second. Lifting the gymnast's waist up slightly Luke pulled Rhys' face down
slightly so that the gymnast's arse was a little more exposed and more
importantly it gave Rhys access to his throbbing boner. "You ready, you
close?" Luke asked rhetorically before pulling his entire shaft back to
Rhys' entrance then drilling it inside the sexy youngster repeatedly. Rhys'
reply was a squeal of pure sexual emotion as Luke's cock rammed into his
sphincter. Now they were on the final approach, this was the bit that hurt
them both but also the bit they enjoyed the most. Rhys had learnt to take
the weight of his coach; the tall muscular Irishman weighed a ton, but
Rhys' thick legs were able to take the weight and power of Luke as he
turned from physical top to pure man beast.

Finally, Rhys could get hold of his 7-inch boner and gripping it firmly,
the bottom began to jerk himself frantically. The sound of pelvis smashing
against arse cheeks reverberated around the room as Luke threw caution to
the wind, slamming his shaft deep into Rhys' belly. The gymnast was no
longer tight, but his bare arse felt so good, Luke's hands began the
onslaught placed on the bottom's hips and as Luke threw himself forward, he
pulled Rhys' juicy arse into his crotch to a chorus of happy grunts from
the 23-year-old bottom. This bit of the sex had always become a race, who
could cum first now that Luke had given himself his usual head start. The
coach had begun by fucking Rhys gently, mindful that the young world
champion needed to be fighting fit for his next training session but over
time and with experience Rhys had become a champion at taking his is hard
dick. In fact, the added weight on Rhys' legs, the pressure of Luke
slamming against him made the gymnast even stronger and even more
resilient, a characteristic he had transferred to his performances.

Rhys could feel droplets of sweat sprinkling across his back from the
weight and power that Luke was exerting. The top pulled as far back as his
cock would allow for every swing and then running back into the gymnast's
tight body, every collision would send moisture from his sweaty body across
Rhys' smooth, naked back. Luke pounded his thighs against Rhys' hamstrings,
knowing he was so close to the edge, he just needed to slam his cock in
there hard enough and at the right angle, then that would be it. The big
top threw his entire weight behind his pelvis stimulating every inch of his
raw cock until, "Jesus Christ!"

Luke's crotch thudded into Rhys so hard it knocked the bottom forward and
then again, following through with his deep hard shots, Luke blasted deep
into the gymnast's rectum. The man mountain could only mutter profanities
as his swollen head erupted, firing velvet cream into Rhys' warm, loving
insides. "Tight, cunt!" He gasped, throwing his crotch into Rhys' arse once
more, sending another load of his jizz into the groaning bottom. The
panting bottom felt his coach's warm seed, squirting into his belly and
causing his own cock to throb with excitement. That exhilarating rush of
sexual pleasure which came from another man's cum filling his rectum took
control of Rhys' emotions. The gymnast's fist worked his foreskin so hard,
bringing him to the very edge and after another shot of warm cum squirted
deep into his tight arsehole, the sexy bottom also began to unload.

Rhys felt his shaft thicken as his cum began to squirt across the smooth
surface of the massage table. The gymnast looked down as body, his cock
shooting as Luke buffeted him forward to maximise both of their
orgasms. The young bottom's balls were full of horny young desire and their
produce seemed endless as a dozen shots squirted out under him. Luke had
reached that desperate point at the height of his orgasm where he just
wanted to maximise that enjoyable feeling. Filling the sexy bottom with all
9 inches of his thick, bare cock, Luke bred Rhys with shot after shot of
warm, pearly cum. The intensity of his orgasm was on another level,
practically blasting so hard into Rhys' quivering body that it could've
come out the other side. The big top, ploughed his body down hard into
Rhys' cavity, forcing the last couple of blasts deep into the young bottom
before the weakening tremors that followed, throbbing through his expanding
head then finally the last pulse and he was done.

Rhys' young nuts weren't done yet, a couple of shots behind Luke, the
gymnast fired two more ropes before another mini wave of delight drained
him. Luke's bulky body pressed into Rhys' tight body sent the little
gymnast wild as the remaining contents of his nuts splattered across the
massage table below him. Although Luke above him was already empty, the big
top pulled his hard cock back to slide it back 9 inches deep into Rhys'
belly again both men offering groans as a result, a soft coo from Luke and
a deeper sigh from Rhys as the final drop of cum fell from his bellend.

"You done?" Luke asked bluntly, "Yeah." Rhys smiled up at him. The big
trainer wasted no time pulling back to disengage from the gymnast's pert
arse after giving it another intensive work over. "Oooft." Rhys groaned,
his hole squeezing itself shut with Luke's seed deep inside him. "Right,
I'll see you in two days. Enjoy your ice bath." Luke grinned, leaving the
young gymnast on all fours, his cute, naked arse still pointing directly
towards him as he shimmied his shorts back on before slipping out through
the door.

END

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