Date: Sat, 7 Oct 2017 01:32:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: kro6@comcast.net
Subject: Graft Gang - Chapter 1

This story is fictional, and any resemblance to any person is purely
coincidental. This story contains graphic descriptions of man-to-man sex,
if this is not for you or illegal in your area please don't continue
reading and leave now. Otherwise enjoy.


It was a seedy part of town but Matt didn't care. He knew just the kind of
spot he was heading for, a perfect fit for the night's activities. Not that
he was worried; he knew exactly what he was doing and exactly what he was
capable of. You see Matt was a power bottom, born to take a pounding and
love every minute of it. At 22 years of age, he'd been fucked more times
than he could count.

Matt had been a high school star gymnast from a small Midwest town, 5' 8"
of pure, muscle, hairless except for the parts that would soon identify him
as the man-whore he would become. Blond hair with a strong, handsome face,
Matt knew he was good looking, and during those days, girls and guys would
proposition him, but he was content concentrating solely on his routines,
working hard on his body and skills and winning every award in sight. Plus,
thinking all along he could be gay, he thought it best to keep his sexual
escapades "in house" for now. He jacked off every day like any good
testosterone-filled teenage hunk would do, but that was as far as it ever
went. Then the college gymnastic recruiter came a calling, and everything
changed.

The call came from a large, west coast school that had seen video and
matches of Matt and asked him to visit the school and the program. Since
they had planned a busy schedule that would last a few days, the 18-year
old was allowed to travel there alone, the school promising he would be
properly chaperoned and cared for. A sign bearing his name greeted him off
the plane, along with the gorgeous, red-haired man holding the sign. "Hi,
I'm Tim," said the hunk, holding his hand out for Matt to shake. When they
touched hands Matt's knees went weak for a second before he quickly
recovered. "Matt" was all he could say, trying to keep himself together and
tame the lion in his pants that was getting restless. "I'm the assistant
gymnastics coach at Western U," said the 28-year old Tim, "I'll be taking
good care of you during the trip," he finished with a coy smile. "Come on,
let's get your bag and head over to the school." Matt followed behind the
5' 9" ripped man, admiring and secretly lusting after the powerful legs and
ass he was trying to stay close with.

On the way to the college, Matt found out that Tim had been a collegiate
gymnast himself, just never good enough to get all the way to the top. But
he found his calling as a college coach, how he loved helping the guys get
better, and how the rest of the staff, especially Coach Keller, was a
pleasure to work with. Tim seemed to get an extra sparkle in his eye when
he mentioned the coach, which made the redheaded stud even more adorable,
if that was possible. "Well we're here," Tim said, as he gave me a quick
pat on the thigh and hopped out of the car. Matt hoped he wouldn't see his
half hard on pulling at his shorts. "Let me get that," Tim said, as their
hands touched his suitcase handle at the same time. Matt hesitated for a
second, sweat forming on his brow, and as he looked into those blue eyes
just inches from his own and took in Tim's scent of musk and cologne, Tim
just smiled as Matt released his grip. "What the fuck is happening to me,"
Matt thought. Tim turned, gave a chuckle, and they went into the athletic
building.

Matt's senses went into overload as Tim showed him the entire facility on
their way to the gymnastics offices. He had been near athletes all his
life, but these college boys were in another league. Hard sweaty bodies all
over the facility, in the weight room, in the halls, in their towels in the
men's locker room, with smells that made Matt woozy and caused him to let
out a slight groan. "Everything ok Matt?" Tim asked with that same warm
smile. "Yeah, uhhh, just a long trip I guess" said Matt as they went
through the door labeled "Gymnastics Offices." They went past an opened
office labeled "Marty Keller, Head Coach," and Matt caught a quick glimpse
of a tall, beefy man who gave him a similar, warm smile as they disappeared
towards Tim's office. Once there, Tim and Matt chatted for a long time,
mainly about all the instances he had been able to see Matt, both on tape
and in person, and how many opportunities they thought there would be here
for him.

After a while as it got darker, Tim asked if he could see some moves now
since they had only a few days, you know, to make the most of their
time. Matt was up for it, but hadn't brought anything to work out in. Tim
was able to find him a t-shirt and shorts since they were almost the same
size. So off they went to the gym. The gymnastics room was totally empty
except for the two of them, both in their shorts and shirts. After some
stretching and warm up Matt was asked to do some easy moves and
routines. Matt was so nervous in from of Tim that it wasn't going well, and
found himself apologizing all over the place. Tim was fine with it, and
with a hand on his shoulder and a friendly pat on Matt's ass told him he
thought he knew how he felt and it was all ok. Matt wished he could tell
Tim it was him that was making it impossible to concentrate on the gym
routines, as nervous sweat poured off his body. After a while Tim suggested
they stop for the night and Matt could hit the showers, which were right
down the hall from Tim's office. Tim said there were towels in there and
he'd have the place to himself, and just to come back to his office when he
was done. Feeling a little out of place and uneasy, Matt went along with it
all, he didn't want to look like a whiner from the start.

The warm water felt good, but did nothing to calm Matt's sexual nerves, and
he tried desperately to think of anything but Tim and kept his hands from
touching his dick. So he awkwardly took a quick shower, wrapped the white
towel around his thin waist, and scooted back to Tim's office, a little
self conscious with his clothes waiting for him there but strangely excited
at the same time. He opened Tim's door and wasn't ready for Tim in just his
shorts, having taken off his shirt he had worked out in. In step with his
red hair, Tim's chest looked white as if carved from marble, hairless
except for a bit of red near his happy trail. Seeing Matt blush, Tim said
"It's ok bud, it's just us guys here, just sit in this chair and relax."
Matt was going to get his clothes and find a place to change, but Tim told
him that a relaxing shoulder massage after gym routines was mandatory to
prevent injury. "You want to keep the blood flowing, don't you" the 28 year
old stud said with a smile and a wink. That put Matt's cock back up to half
mast. Tim came up behind him and started kneading the knots out of his
shoulders, and Matt let out the same low groan as earlier. "Enjoying it?"
Tim asked, as his massage got harder and his breath closer to Matt's
ear. "There are a lot of perks for the gymnasts that come here" Tim said,
blowing the statement into Matt's ear and noticing the full hard on
scraping against the front of the towel. "Ever been with a real man before"
Tim asked. As in a daze, Matt just slowly shook his head no and moaned, his
breath now coming heavy.

Matt wanted to jump out of the chair, still a virgin but horny as hell,
knowing this was wrong but wanting it more than anything in his life. He
quickly turned to say something to Tim who was right next to his cheek, but
something made him hesitate again, and before he could say a word, Tim had
his tongue down Matt's throat and took the towel off from Matt's
midsection, exposing Matt's own 7 inch boner. Matt felt the rest of his
body go totally limp, lost in the sensation of being taken control of,
spellbound by this stud who now moved to kneel before him. Tim held onto
the each side of the chair Matt was sitting on, and engulfed the boy's cock
in one gulp. Matt grabbed onto each of Tim's hands on the chair and gave a
high pitched squeal, as Tim bobbed up and down his shaft, licked his balls,
smelled his taint, and spit on his dick. "How do you like that," Tim asked
while continuing his assault on the blonde's tool before him. "Oh god, oh
god," Matt let out "don't ever fucking stop," his breaths becoming more
erratic, the sweat pouring down his frame as he took one hand and kept
Tim's head firmly on his dick. Tim stayed at the dick head, driving Matt
crazy, until Matt couldn't take it anymore. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna
shoot, you keep doing that and I'm gonna" and before the next word could
come out, Tim deep throated Matt and Matt screamed as he flooded Tim's
mouth with his spunk. Tim lost count but must have taken 5 or 6 blasts down
his throat as Matt squirmed in the chair and instinctively held Tim's face
to his groin until he was finished. Tim maneuvered up and shared the last
drops of Matt's cum with him and said "how about returning the favor?"

All Matt felt was an overwhelming lust for this man. He nodded his head in
agreement and Tim leaned back on his desk, and told Matt "get those
beautiful fucking lips over here." Matt stood up, Tim put the towel on the
floor, and Matt knelt on it in front of this marble god who now shucked his
shorts off and stood before Matt with the most gorgeous dick he had ever
seen. It was 8 inches, cut to perfection as if out of marble with the rest
of his body, totally naked just like Matt was. Thinking Tim wanted the same
he was given, Matt braced a hand on each of Tim's thighs and went for his
dick. Tim grabbed him by the hair and said "boy, you have to learn some
discipline if you want to be on a collegiate team. You have to learn to
take instruction. You pretty boys are used to getting whatever you want
with a pretty smile and a shake of that cute tail, huh cunt?" Matt didn't
know why, but that last word made him groan, made him want to please this
man, made him want to get this stud off however he wanted to, and made his
dick hard again. Tim noticed this all too and knew he had the boy where he
wanted him. "Start with my balls, take them gently in your hands, smell a
real man." Matt did what he was told and was drunk with pleasure, the balls
feeling so good in his hands, the scent driving him out of his mind. "Good
boy," said Tim, "now just play with the tip of my cock, run it around your
lips, taste it, but that's all." Matt did just that, tasted the tip, tasted
the precum seeping out of the slit, Matt's own lips drooling from the taste
and the smell and wanting more. He decided to take an inch or two in his
mouth, Matt needing this man's dick in his throat.

Tim quickly jerked the boy's head by the hair and yelled "What the FUCK did
I tell you boy? Is this about you or is it about me. Answer me whore!" That
last word caused Matt's dick to leak, he could feel himself losing control
and loving it. "It's about you Tim," Matt meekly said. "It's about whom?"
Tim asked. Matt thought for a moment and said "It's, it's about you coach."
Tim smiled and patted Matt on the cheek with his leaking rod. "What do you
want to do for coach right now, tell me...all of it whore." Matt looked up
at those pretty blue eyes, that perfectly sculpted chest, that ungodly
dick, and just lost all control and said what he was thinking "I want to
taste your cock until it explodes down my cunt throat." That was all Tim
needed to hear. In one swift motion, he grabbed the back of Matt's head
with one hand and his throbbing dick with the other and shoved it to the
hilt down the boy's throat, "THEN HAVE A TASTE OF YOUR FIRST FUCKING MAN,
BOY!" Caught off guard, Matt choked for a second, but Tim would not let
up. "Breathe through your nose" you're not getting off this beauty any time
soon." Matt's breathing caught up with the situation, and he quickly
realized how easy it seemed to give this man pleasure, the blowjob giving
him his own raging hard on. He was brought out of this thought by Tim
spearing in and out of his throat, never taking his dick out the whole way,
enjoying this boy's throat and the handsome image kneeling before
him. After a while Matt's struggling for air subsided entirely, Tim pumping
in and out with ease as he thought "fuck, this kid's got no gag reflex."

Tim knew he couldn't last much longer, this beautiful boy easily taking his
rod like he was a pro. Knowing what else was planned for that evening, he
wondered how far he could take this kid. He pulled his cock out the boy's
velvet throat, playfully slapped it on his face a few times, Matt sticking
his tongue out and licking up precum and spit and groaning at the
taste. Tim stood the boy up and started kissing him passionately and
frantically, their dicks rubbing precum together. Had Tim not been holding
Matt up the boy might have fallen over, he was totally limp and under the
man's control. Tim quickly turned Matt around and leaned him over the desk,
and told him to spread his legs. Matt was worried now, he had thought about
this, heck even watched some porn on his phone, but he was unprepared and
nervous. Before he could protest, he felt Tim's hands spread wide his
cheeks and felt his tongue up his hole. "Ohhhhhh myyyyyyy goooooood" Matt
let out as he backed his ass up into Tim's face that was now covered in
spit, his tongue quickly jabbing in and out of the boy's hole. "Yeah you
like that up your pucker don't you boy? In a few minutes you'll be
wondering why this wasn't part of your routine all along. Now spread your
fucking legs even wider you fucking whore" Tim commanded. Matt did just
that, his own cock leaking from the dirty talk, and as he did, Tim removed
one hand from Matt's ass and grabbed Matt's dripping cock and started to
run his hand up and down. Taking his mouth away from his ass, Tim leaned
Matt's cock back and swallowed the tip, savoring the boy's sweet juices
that were now steadily flowing over his lips. "Best fucking precum I've
tasted in a long time" Tim hissed out, sweat pouring off his brow as the
boy let out a continuous soft guttural growl. Matt didn't care anymore what
this man did to him, he just never wanted this to stop.

All of a sudden another sensation hit Matt, while Tim was sucking on the
end of his dick, he felt Tim's finger probe his ass. Tim was met with a
glob of precum as Matt winced in pleasure. "You like that boy?" Matt could
only answer Tim with panting and writhing and pushing his ass back to meet
the new pleasure electrifying his insides. Tim felt Matt getting close,
stopped the attention on his dick, and concentrated his assault on the
boy's sweet pucker. Grabbing some lube from the drawer, Tim covered two of
his large digits and corkscrewed them into Matt's ass. The effect was
immediate as Tim knew he had hit Matt's prostrate when the kid let out a
low scream and a steady stream of precum fell to the floor. Now Tim went to
work, jabbing those fingers in and out, asking the boy "you like being bent
over coach's desk while he fingers your tight little virgin pussy? Such a
perfect hole...you want coach to show you the rest of the routine?" Matt
could hardly catch his breath; the sensations in his ass combined with the
slutty talk had him beside himself. "Yeeeeeeeeessssss" was all he could get
out.

Tim wasn't going to wait for any other response. He quickly maneuvered
behind the boy's perfect ass, lubed up his cock and started to rub it
against the boy's hole. Matt moaned and muttered incoherent swear words,
while pushing his ass back against the man. Tim got up close and spat into
the hole. That woke Matt up. "Fuck me with that rod coach, I want it, I
need it nooooooow." But Tim was still in charge, he licked his spit into
the hole which drove Matt crazy. After a few minutes of tongue-torturing
the boy, Tim stood up and pressed his dick into the hole, finally getting
past the boy's ring. Matt quickly relaxed and Tim began to slip right
in. "He's a fucking natural" Tim thought "we got to get this kid here."
After a few minutes Matt felt Tim's pubes against his hole, and the
incredible feel of every fleshy inch up his ass. Tim started pulling out
slowly, only to go back in just as slow. Matt had short breaths coming out
of his open mouth, not caring about gymnastics or anything beyond getting
railed by this man. Tim knew it and picked up the pace, grabbing onto
Matt's hips and drilling into him harder and harder. "How does man-cock
feel in that pretty little cunt of yours" as sweat poured onto Matt's back,
Tim barely coherent himself. "This is what we do for only our special
recruits, you fucking WHORE!" And with that he thrust into the boy as hard
as he could, hitting his prostate viciously. Matt let out a hushed scream
and his cock exploded, legs shaking and sweat pouring off his brow. "That's
right boy, show coach how much you like getting fucked." Tim continued to
bang into his new boy toy, and Matt kept cumming, the room suddenly filled
with the smell of boy juice. Shot after shot, Matt's sweaty body shaking,
his ass clenching down on Tim's dick driving the coach crazy. Soon shots
turned into dribbles, Matt's incredible body soaked with sweat, his dick
still painfully hard. Tim never let up, "gonna seed this boy-cunt good",
Tim's breathing becoming erratic, banging the boy hard and almost lifting
him off his feet, and then Tim lost it, his balls emptying the biggest load
of their life up the boy's tight chute, cum dribbling out of Matt's ass
from the volume of spunk, Tim falling onto Matt's sweaty, muscular back,
both men groaning, both bodies clinging to each other, a mix of musk and
sweat and the sweet smell of cum.

After a few seconds, both men came out of their sexual stupor, breathing
heavily, and as Tim moved to the other side of the desk, Matt fell to his
knees in numb satisfaction. Tim picked up the phone and dialed. "Coach
Keller...yeah he's ready for you now." Over the phone Coach Keller could
hear the boy moaning.

This is my first attempt at fiction, flashbacks to continue before we
eventually meet the Graft Gang. Let me know what you think.