Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2018 16:52:05 -0400
From: fmhar1969@aol.com
Subject: Chapter 44, The Fireman's Son

Archive: "Fireman's Son, Chapter 44" {Rob} (MB oral anal)

Here's another chapter working up to the Steve, Jim, Mr. Evans
threeway. There's at least one, maybe two more. I hope you enjoy it and not
getting bored. Rob at fmhar1969@aol.com.

In this chapter is an account of interaction between two straight/
bisexuals, Roy and Coach Henderson, while they are using Steve. This is a
theme I've played with before, most recently between Mr. Jones and the
coach. I used it in chapter 25 between the two firemen, Hank and Ted, and
Matt Sims. I have it sketched out in a future chapter involving Coach
Thomas and Steve's dad. This is an idea that fascinates me, but I wonder
what you all think? No one has ever commented on it. Is it boring,
objectionable, or what? I'd love to hear from you about it.

The story is copyrighted by me in 2017 as the owner of it and all legal
rights pertaining to it.

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(2) Since this is an entirely fictional story, a fantasy if you will, where
all the sex is bareback and the main character is in some potentially risky
situations, it takes no notice of the dangers of recreational sex with
multiple partners. In real life, Be Careful and Be Protected.

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The Fireman's Son Chapter 44 - Monday at School

	On Monday, Jim and Steve sat together at a small table during lunch
so they could talk about the previous day. Of course, Steve hadn't been
surprised at Mr. Evans reaction to the little scene he had staged
Saturday. After all Jim's dad had already used Steve at his father's
invitation. He was excited at how Mr. Evans had reacted with his son. That
their talk had been so frank and open. He was thrilled that Jim was
completely okay, even excited, about his dad's revelations. That they had
actually jacked off together, and that Jim was so eager to share Steve with
his father. Jim also told Steve about the changed curfew and that he and
his dad were going shopping to buy him a set of wheels. "I think I want a
pickup truck, but what do you think about a sporty convertible? Dad said
anything." After much excited talk, Jim was still undecided when they got
up to leave. "Anyway, I won't see you after school `til later. I'm going to
Dad's office and we're going to Johnson's to see what they have in stock. I
don't want to wait to order."
	As they left the cafeteria, Roy Atkins joined them walking down the
hall. Right away he said in an aggressive tone to Jim, "Don't know if he
told you, but I fucked Steve in the locker room Friday. I'm gonna be using
him regular just like you. You got a problem?"
	"Not if he doesn't," Jim responded. "You got a problem with Roy,
buddy?"
	"No. He's a hot fucker. Almost as good as you," Steve said with a
big grin directed at Roy.
	"How `bout a little action now? We've got another half-hour of
lunch, and I know a place."
	Steve and Jim exchanged glances. "Okay with us," the older boy
responded.
	"This way. I've got keys."
	The two friends followed Roy down a back hallway, through a locked
door and then down a stairway to the basement. At the foot of the stairs,
Roy unlocked another door and the three boys went into a large dimly-lit
room containing piles of boxes, crates, old desks and chairs, and other
disused equipment.
	"My dad made a tour of all the buildings when he first came here as
principal, and my big brother and I followed him around. My brother made a
funny comment about this being a good, safe place for making out. My dad
just grinned at him and said it brought back memories of his own high
school days."
	"Your dad said that?" Steve asked.
	"Yeah, we're pretty open about things in our family."
	"Does he know you've started fucking boys?" Jim asked.
	"I haven't told him yet. I probably will now that I've got Steve to
take care of my needs. I just started this summer at Scout Jamboree. He
knows my brother doesn't mind fucking a willing ass from time to time when
his girl isn't putting out. I've overheard them talking about it. It
sounded like my dad's the same way; at least he was when he was young."
	"Wow! That is fucking hot!" Jim exclaimed. "How'd you like to get
fucked by Principal Atkins, Steve?"
	"If his dick is as big as Roy's, I'd love it."
	"You little slut! This is interesting, but we better get busy,
lunch will be over before we both get to fuck Steve's ass if we don't get a
move on," Jim said. "Strip, fag. On your knees in position," he ordered,
putting on a rough act in front of the other, younger boy.
	Steve quickly stripped off his clothes and got on all fours ready
for the two studs who were opening their pants and pushing them down to
their knees, at the same time pulling out their already-hard cocks ready to
use in his holes.
	"Nice hang!" Jim commented with a grin nodding at the other boy's
big thick cock that was standing straight out from his dark-haired
crotch. You want his ass or mouth?"
	"You take his ass. I had a few sloppy seconds at scout camp and
sorta liked it, wouldn't mind burying my bat in a jock baseball player's
hot load."
	"You got it!" Jim said as he positioned his hard cock at Steve's
back door and slowly pushed in until his curly pubes were scratching the
boy's smooth creamy ass crack.
	"Oh yeah! Fuck me, Jim," the younger boy moaned as he raised his
head up to stare at his classmate's big honker that was moving toward his
face. "Yeah! Give it to me, Roy. Fuck my throat with that big cock of
yours. Both of you, fuck me good! Use both my holes! I need both your
cocks! Fuck me!" he gasped to his fuckers as the principal's son grabbed
his head and pushed into the tight circle of his lips.
	"Yeah! clamp those cocksucking lips around my big dong. Suck it
in. Make love to it with your tongue. You know what to do. You know how to
take care of a man's cock, you little faggot! You showed me how much you
love it last Friday in the locker room, and I'm gonna be using you a lot,
just like your best buddy here," the dark-haired boy growled as he pushed
his thick tool deeper and deeper into Steve's mouth, then his throat. "Oh
fuck! That's so good! Take it! Take it all the way down. I'm gonna fuck my
dick down that tight pussy and fill your stomach with my load," he said as
he pulled out far enough for Steve to catch a breath before he plowed back
in, deeper and deeper.
	"Yeah! He knows what a horny man needs! He was trained good, and
he's had lots of practice," Jim grunted as he fucked his thick ramrod in
and out of his best friend's hole in long hard strokes. He was enjoying
watching Steve's classmate using Steve's mouth like the pussy-hole it
was. He was used to sharing with his own mates, but it was the first time
he had seen his friend being used by someone his own age, one of his
classmates.
	It didn't take long for the two studs to build up to two powerful
orgasms.
	"Fuck! I'm gonna blast my spooge down your throat, faggot! Here it
comes! You better swallow every drop! If I see a single bit of my load
running out of your mouth, I'm gonna have to punish you this afternoon in
the locker room!"
	Even in the midst of his own pleasure, Jim took note of what
sounded like a streak of meanness in the younger boy. `I'm gonna have to
set this kid straight,' the jock baseball player thought. `I don't mind him
being as rough as he likes as long as it's okay with Steve, but he's gotta
treat my buddy right or I'll have to take a little remedial
action. Nobody's gonna treat my best friend bad.' Jim figured he was big
and strong enough to handle Roy, but if not he knew he could call on a
couple of his right-thinking fellow jocks to set the necessary boundaries.
	All this went through his mind as he was power-fucking Steve's
asshole toward his own massive orgasm. He hadn't jacked off this morning,
not wanting to wipe out the memory of the two powerful loads he had shot
with his dad the day before. His mind had been blown by his and his dad's
new relationship! Sharing sexual secrets and acts with the staid, suited
businessman he had always known only as his father, who he now knew as a
strong hairy-chested, big-cocked stud with a sex drive as strong and as
flexible as his own was something his brain hadn't yet fully wrapped itself
around. He rammed his big cock in and out of his best friend's ass-cunt and
watched the younger hard-muscled stud pumping his load down Steve's
throat-cunt. But, even hotter than what he was watching was the thought
that soon he would be doing the same thing with his father. Two Evans studs
using his best friend together, sharing his holes, their bodies wet with
sweat as they watched one another fucking, getting their cocks serviced
together, spewing their loads into the same willing slut, his closest, best
friend.
	"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Take my load, Steve! Take it, buddy! Drain me,
pal! God it's so good! Your ass is so tight, clamping down on my hard cock,
milking the jizz out of my balls! Draining me dry! Oh shit! Shit! You've
done it again, little buddy! Taken care of me so good! Just like you always
do."
	His balls emptied, Jim slowly withdrew his softening cock from
Steve's still spasaming asshole. As his cock popped out, he looked over at
the other boy. Roy was standing beside Steve's head rubbing his thick slab
of semi-hard cockmeat over the other boy's face, wiping cum and saliva
across his eyes, mouth and nose.
	"Looks like you really loaded that ass up. I can't wait to get my
hard cock up in all that hot jock cum," he said as he slowly walked around
to take Jim's place at Steve's ass. "You ready for another fuck, boy?"
	"Yeah! Fuck me with the big cock, Roy. Really pound me like you did
Friday. Stir that big stick of yours around in Jim's cum and mix your two
hot loads up in my guts."
	"You got it, fucker!" his classmate said to the kneeling boy.
	Jim walked to Steve's head and presented his now soft cock to his
friend. "Clean me up, buddy. I gotta go. I gotta talk to Mr. Sweeney about
my Algebra assignment before class"
	Steve opened his mouth and took the big chunk of soft teen meat in
his mouth sucking and washing it with his saliva and tongue, making sure to
suck out any vestigial drops of cum and ass juice from the curly hairs
surrounding the base. Then he slipped his head down and gave his best
friend's hairy bag a good washing.
	"Thanks, buddy. You're the best. I'll talk with you this
afternoon," Jim said as he pulled up his pants, tucked his shirt in and got
everything all arranged. "And you, Atkins! No rough stuff, you understand!
Jim's my best friend and I and my pals look after him. You cross the line,
and you answer to us."
	"Yeah! Yeah!" Roy answered the big baseball jock as he slid his
thick sophomore tool in and out of Steve's open, sloppy ass. He recognized
the threat. "I'm not gonna do anything to your little buddy that he doesn't
want me to do. Isn't that right, whore?"
	"Yeah, Jim. Roy's okay. You don't have to worry about him. We're
friends."
	Satisfied, the older boy left the two classmates rutting on the
floor of the disused store room and went to his next class, Algebra. He was
having a little trouble with it and was glad he was in time to have a talk
with his teacher, Mr. Sweeney.

	Randall Sweeney, called Randy by his family and friends, was a new
teacher this year. He had just graduated from university with a masters
degree in mathematics. He could have kept going, but he had really loved
his practice teaching of high school students. After graduation, he had
stayed on to take a last course during the summer under Dr. Hiram Atkins
who was a visiting professor and well-known as a teacher and
administrator. Dr. Atkins was the principal of Madison High, Roy's
father. The young graduate was thrilled when the older man invited him to
teach at his school. After the two weeks of pre-term orientation and his
first week of teaching, he was very comfortable at Madison. He had already
formed a professional bond with Mr. Jones, another new, slightly older,
teacher, and through him Coach Nelson. He and the English teacher had met
at the orientation. The three men had gotten in the habit of hanging out
together in the teacher's lounge and often ate lunch together. Both the
others were the type of men Mr. Sweeney liked to be around. He was also
thrilled at the large number of muscular young jocks he saw in the halls
and had in his classes. Mr. Sweeney had a strain of homosexuality running
through his personality that he had never even recognized, much less acted
upon. He had grown up in a small town in the Bible Belt and attended a
prestigious Christian University. He had half-heartedly dated girls his
whole life, having the usual low-key sexual experiences. Despite his strict
upbringing, he had fucked a few of the girls once he got to university, but
although it was pleasurable, he thought jacking off was just as good.
	In the short time before class, Jim explained his concerns and
Mr. Sweeney was able to give him a few pointers. The bell rang and Jim took
his place in his desk. During the class, as Mr. Sweeney talked and wrote on
the board, he found himself understanding a little more of what the teacher
was saying. Without actually thinking about it he also began to notice what
a trim body the young teacher had and what a tight little ass he was
showing in his snug slacks. As he moved around the front of the room and
turned to write on the board, Jim's cock plumped up a little.
	When the bell announcing the end of class rang, Jim went up to
Mr. Sweeney's desk and thanked him for the pointers and told him they had
helped. "Is there any chance you could give me some more help. I mean maybe
tutor me a little. I really have to keep my grades up for baseball and
Algebra is really hard for me. Do you think I could come during your free
period for some help?"
	There was something about the good-looking muscular jock that
appealed to Mr. Sweeney. He thought it was just his polite manners, but
there was no doubt his handsome face and muscular body had something to do
with it. There was absolutely no recognition of the undercurrent of sexual
attraction that existed, but.... "Well, Mr. Evans, my free period is the
fourth. I could give you some one-on-one help a couple of days a week. What
do you have then?"
	"That's perfect. I have study hall fourth period."
	"All right. I'll speak to Principal Atkins about tutoring you,
shall we say Tuesday and Thursday fourth period?"
	"That would be great. Thank you so much Mr. Sweeney. I'm sure with
your help, I'll be able to make the "B" I need in Algebra."
	"You're doing okay in your other classes?"
	"Oh yeah. I mean, yes sir, it's just Algebra that seems to flummox
me. I had a hard time with it last year, but managed to pull a "C". But now
that I'm on the Varsity, I've got to maintain a "B" average."
	"Well, we'll see if we can at least get you a "B+", just in case
you slip somewhere else. I've reviewed your records, just as I have all
those in my classes, and you're a good solid student. We shouldn't have any
problems overcoming the roadblock in Algebra."
	During this conversation the next class was coming into the
room. The bell rang and Mr. Sweeney looked up at his students. "Just look
over the chapter you were assigned for today and we'll begin in just a
moment." Turning back to Jim, he wrote a late slip and gave it to
him. "Here's for your next class. I'll see you at fourth period
tomorrow. I'm sure Principal Atkins will agree. He'll notify your study
hall teacher."
	Jim hurried to his next class and gave the late slip to his teacher
who, after glancing at it, nodded and said "That's okay then
Mr. Evans. Take your seat and we'll get back to the lesson."
	Mr. Sweeney managed a quick talk with the principal and got his
okay to tutor Jim during his study hall period.
	"I'm glad you're taking such an interest. Jim Evans is a good
student and a leader among his classmates, especially now that he's been
chosen for the varsity baseball team. He generally makes "A's" and
"B's". He's just always seemed to have had difficulty with maths, even in
middle school. His parents are very supportive, both of them very
interested in their only son in addition to being very active in school and
community affairs. I'll notify Mr. Woodall, Jim's study hall teacher."

	"Are we friends, Andrews? Or is it just that you can't get enough
of my big hard cock down your pussy-throat and up your tight little whore
ass?" the dark-haired, muscular boy demanded as he plundered Steve's ass,
pounding it with hard long strokes, stirring it around in the baseball
jock's thick load.
	"You know I like you, Roy. You're the first guy my own age I've
ever wanted to give up my ass to. There are a bunch of cute guys in our
class, but I've never wanted to have sex with any of them. The guy who
turned me out was way older. He's in the Marines now. He turned me over to
his buddies when he left and I've been with older guys and men all
summer. Jim is the youngest guy I've been with and you know what he means
to me. We've been best friends since grade school. But you're a best friend
too now," Steve responded as he fucked himself on the hard shaft, pushing
back as hard as he could with every stroke as Roy rammed deep into his
guts. "I wanted to suck your cock as soon as I saw you naked in the locker
room the first day of PE. You'd grown. You had more muscles. Your cock was
bigger and you had more hair. You were different, too. You seemed tougher,
more sure of yourself than the others. I jacked off thinking about you that
night in bed."
	"You jacked off thinking about me?"
	"Yeah. I did."
	"What about other guys in the class. Larry O'Conner's got a bigger
dick than me and more hair. That ginger bush of his looks like a
jungle. Bernie Schwartz has a big one, he's small but muscular, a good
wrestler, and all that dark hair. There are a bunch of guys in our class
that have changed a lot over the summer. Why me?"
	"I don't know. You just looked and acted like you were ready. I
cold imagine what your cock would feel like fucking my ass like you're
doing now. You said you learned about fucking other boys at camp this
summer and liked it. I guess it showed. In the way you acted, the way you
looked at me, the way you talked. I don't know. You were just different
from the others. I wanted you. All last week as we talked and got to know
more about one another, seeing you naked in PE, I kept thinking about what
it'd be like, you fucking me, and then Friday. I was ready. I knew I wanted
you and I was pretty sure you wanted me."
	"Yeah, I did. I was hot to trot. When I saw how Coach Henderson
kept patting your ass, almost feeling you up, I figured I could get
you. Either he'd had you or wanted to, so I had a little talk with him
before I came into the locker room, told him he was welcome to watch. And I
was right. You gave up your mouth and then your ass without a fight."
	"I wanted your cock. I want it now just like you're giving it to
me, hard and rough. You're as good as any of the men who've been fucking me
during the summer. But now, we need to finish. I need your cum deep down
inside me, mixing with Jim's so I can go through the rest of the day with
my two special fucker-friends' loads up in my guts."
	"I'm ready. I been holding back, but you want it rough, here goes,"
he said as he forced Steve down on the floor, his hard muscular body
pressing heavily into the boy's back, his arms reaching under the
bottom-boy's armpits to clasp his hands behind his head so that his face
was pressed against the old gym mat they were laying on. Forcing Steve into
total immobility forcing his legs farther apart with his legs, he began
pounding hard and fast deep into his tight hole. Pounding him into the mat
as his muscular thighs rose and fell and his groin beat against his hard
little ass and his ramrod mauled the hot, slimy insides of his
bowels. "Yeah! Take it! Take my hot sperm!" Roy grunted as he shot load
after of load of hot teen jizz into the prone boy's welcoming hole.
	Moments passed, and then Roy got up and helped Steve to rise. He
immediately leaned in and took Roy's now flaccid cock into his mouth and
cleaned his fucker up. The two boys quickly dressed and left the storeroom,
heading to their separate classes.
	Fifth period came. Steve spoke to Jim as the two boys were heading
to their respective locker rooms, Jim to the team lockers, Steve to the gym
class ones. He didn't see Roy until he got into the locker room. He was
over by the office talking to Coach Henderson.
	"I'm gonna want time with Steve after the other guys leave like
Friday. In fact, I'm gonna want special time almost every day. I'm a horny
guy. I thought you could have him and me run extra laps before we come in."
	"I don't know, Roy. You could get caught. We could get in real
trouble."
	"Don't worry about it. The teams have their own facilities. Their
coaches don't come in here. Coach Thomas goes home right after wrestling
practice. We're just two boys running a little late. You can keep watch. In
fact you can watch. You can even fuck him after I finish. I know you've
fucked him. I saw you last Saturday, you and Steve and that new English
teacher, Mr. Jones, in the jacuzzi. It looked like the end of a real hot
Saturday morning," the sexy sophomore said as he walked away from the
stunned coach.
	He walked over to Steve and began to strip off his clothes. "What
were you talking to Coach Henderson about?" the boy asked his friend as he
turned to the lockers and started to undress and get into his gym clothes.
	Roy, standing naked in front of his locker and making no move to
get dressed, grinned and said, "Just telling him I was gonna be fucking you
after PE and that he could watch and maybe get a hit at your ass after I
was finished with it. I know that he and Mr. Jones have already had you. I
was here working out on my own last Saturday morning and I saw you sucking
them and getting fucked in the Jacuzzi," he said as he stroked his big cock
in front of the open-mouthed boy. "You better close that pretty mouth or I
might just fuck it right here in front of all the guys," he said as he
turned to get his gym clothes.
	As they went out on to the playing field, Roy reached down and gave
Steve's butt a hard squeeze. "That ass still full of the cum we shot into
you this morning?" he asked as he ran over to join his team. The two boys
were on opposite sides and the game was a rough one. Several times the
dark-haired stud took Steve down with hard hits, each time taking the
opportunity for a quick grope of his cock and balls or ass crack. Once, the
takedown was right in front of Coach Henderson. Roy gave the coach a steady
stare as he quickly ran his big hand across Steve's packed crotch and
between his legs to rub hard along his ass crack, forcing the thin shorts
into it so when Steve got up the separation between the two hard melons
facing the coach was fully apparent to the young man before Steve pulled
the legs of his shorts down.
	Forty minutes later the coach blew his whistle and called an end to
the game. All the boys were worn out, the sweat running down their faces
and soaking their kits so that their shirts were pasted to their hard young
bodies and their jock-strapped bulges were on full display. Steve could
barely keep his eyes off all the hot young maturing studs prancing around
him, laughing and high-fiving one another as they headed in, looking
forward to the hot showers to wash away the sweat and soreness.
	At Roy's unspoken command, Steve fell back until the two were at
the end of the herd. "Andrews! Atkins! I want you two to take a few turns
around the track. I think you need to cool down a bit more," the coach
said, just loudly enough for the two friends and a few of the last boys to
hear.
	When the two later entered to the locker room, it was practically
empty. A few boys were just finishing dressing. No one was in the
showers. Roy walked over to his locker followed by a tired, sweaty
Steve. The dominant boy quickly stripped, pulling on his big cock as he
stood by the lockers. "Strip, slut. My cock needs some attention," he said
just loudly enough for Steve to hear while he said louder, "I can hardly
wait to get in the showers I'm so bushed. What about you, buddy. You ready
for a long, hot..." Seeing there was no one left, except Coach Henderson
standing beside the door, he finished..."fuck. You ready for my long, hot
cock to fuck that tight ass of yours again?" he demanded as he beckoned the
young coach to come over. "You ready to put on a show for Coach? Maybe suck
his cock for him, let him fuck your ass after I'm finished with it?" Roy
growled as he reached over and mauled the naked boy's ass. "Look at that
ass, Coach. You know how tight it is. It's got two big loads in it
already. You ready for another couple of loads, slut?"
	"Oh yeah! My pussy needs another fuck, You gonna fuck me, Coach. I
liked it when you and Mr. Jones fucked me Saturday. We gonna do it again?"
	"Uh...well..."
	"Yeah he'll fuck you again, whore, and I'm sure Mr. Jones is gonna
be using that ass a lot. He looks like a man that needs a lot of pussy and
gets it. But right now I'm gonna ream that needy cunt out." Turning to the
coach, Roy asked, "The door's locked?"
	"Yes, but somebody could come in through the office."
	"Not gonna happen," the self-assured boy declared. "In the showers,
cunt! On your knees! Steve hurried into the shower room and knelt on the
wet tile floor. You can watch from the door, Coach. Just in case." Roy
walked over to the kneeling boy, stroking his hard cock. "Suck," he ordered
as he shoved it into Steve's mouth and straight down his throat fucking in
and out of the tight hole in short jabs. "Yeah! Hot tight cunt! Coach, this
girl really knows how to take cock. Did you and Mr. Jones work her over
good?"
	"Yeah. Tom...Mr. Jones is a rough fucker. He really knows how to
use a cocksucker. He showed me a few things I'd never done."
	"Oh! He taught you some new things?"
	"Yeah, some things I'd never done, never thought about doing."
	"Fuck! Fuck that watching shit. Come over here and get some of this
hot cunt, Hank."
	The young man didn't notice the change in name. He walked over to
where the two boys were. Roy pushed Steve off his cock and said, "Get on
Hank's cock, boy. Show him how good that mouth is on a man's cock." As he
gave the order, he reached over and pulled the coach's shorts down, leaving
him in only his tight jockey strap. "Yeah look at that big cock, filling
Coach's strap. Get in there and eat it," he ordered as he pushed Steve's
head into the coach's bulge. "Let's get this shirt off, Hank. Get you naked
like us," Roy said as he grabbed the bottom of the young coach's t-shirt
and pulled up. The young man held his arms up and allowed his student to
pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. "Yeah! That's better! All
of us naked together! Dangerous! No way out! Two hot studs and one
cocksucker in here alone!" he said with a grin as he reached out and ran
his hands over the coach's lightly-furred chest. "Nice chest, Coach. Nice
fur." He said as he stroked the coach's pecs, lightly tweaking his pert
little nips before running his hands down his flat belly and catching the
waist strap of the jock with his blunt fingers and pulling down. "There it
is cunt! What you want! Get that cock in your mouth and suck it down!" he
commanded as he pushed Steve's face into the coach's crotch.
	As Steve swallowed the coach's cock down into his throat, the young
man threw back his head and moaned, his eyes closed, as he was pleasured by
the grasping lips, caressing tongue and tight wet sucking mouth and hot
throat as it swallowed his hardon down. Roy's hands moved back up to his
chest and grabbed hold, squeezing the hard muscles in his strong
hands. "Yeah! Hard muscle tits!" he said in a low voice as his thumb and
forefinger moved through the light coating of hair to latch onto the
coach's hardened little nipples and squeeze gently, eliciting a long low
moan. "Feel good, Hank?"
	"Oh yesss," came the drawn out response.
	"Is this one of the things Mr. Jones...Tom showed you, what two
studs could do to one another while they're using a little cocksucker?" Roy
asked softly as he squeezed harder on the coach's hard, pointy nips.
	"Yes."
	"And what else did Tom show you, Hank," Roy asked as he moved
closer and took the coach's hand and moved it over to his hard cock. He
smiled as he felt the fingers stroke along the thick shaft and then wrap
around it, squeezing softly.
	Roy had had several experiences at the jamboree with scoutmasters
fondling his big cock as they used other boys for their pleasure. He had
learned that some strong, masculine men could be led to do otherwise
unthinkable things when they were caught up in using a cocksucker. It had
given the boy a feeling of power to have mature men, leaders, feeling him
up, enjoying caressing his hard, young body. He had even gotten one man, a
man high up in the scouting hierarchy, to go down on him, sucking his
young, boy-cock until he had shot his load down the man's throat while the
younger cocksucker they both had been using watched. As soon as the man had
swallowed Roy's cum, he had grabbed the other boy around the waist and
jammed his hard cock up the tight young ass. Roy had slipped off and
avoided the man for the next couple of days before the jamboree broke up.
	As he gently pushed the coach's hand off his cock, he moved around
the Steve's back and pulled him up onto his feet, pushing down on his upper
back to prevent him from taking his mouth off the coach's cock. "That's it
cunt. Keep sucking that big cock while I fuck this tight little cunt of
yours," he ordered as he rammed his hard cock deep into Steve's
guts. "Still tight after gettin' fucked twice this morning! Tight and
juicy. Fuck, that hole's full of cum, hot and slimy. Fuck! Fuck! It feels
so good on my hard cock, pounding into all that cum, stirring it up. Tight
hole! Pussy for cock! You like being filled at both ends? How's it coming,
Hank? The little cunt sucking you good?"
	"Oh yeah! Mouth so good! Tight pussy-throat! This little pussy
really knows how to take care of a man!" the coach answered as he stared at
the sophomore stud pounding ass in front of him. "Just like with Tom,
taking care of men. Doing things men do while they're pounding queer
pussy."
	"Yeah! Pounding pussy with a buddy. Feeling your buddy while
fuckin' that tight mouth! Feel me, Hank. Reach over and feel my muscles!
You like that, don't you," Roy urged as he leaned closer to the fucking
coach. With one hand on Steve's hip still supporting himself, he reached up
and grabbed the man's muscle-tit and squeezed.
	"Oh god yes!" the young man groaned as the boy mauled his hairy
pec, twisting and pulling on his sensitive nipple.
	"Do it to me, Coach! Feel my arm, big muscle, hard! Feel my chest!
You like that? Your hand feeling me up? Two buddies feeling one another up
as they use a fucking cocksucker," the boy whispered as he moved his hand
from the man's chest and brought it to the hand that was squeezing his own
chest. Gradually, he pushed the coach's hand down until it was on Steve's
butt. "Feel that boy-butt. Feel that ass I'm fucking! Put your hand in the
crack! Feel my cock sliding in and out of that hole? Grab it! Grab my cock
and help me fuck the little queer!" He felt the power as the young man's
fingers moved around the base of his cock, encircling it as he pulled out,
feeling it as he pressed back in, getting wet and slimy from the cum that
was being forced out of the tight hole with each powerful thrust. Yeah!
We're gonna cum! We're gonna cum together! You ready/"
	"Yeah! I'm almost there! Yes! Yes! I'm there! I'm cumming!"
	"Yeah! Me too! Fill that cocksucker with your load, buddy! I'm
filling him at this end! Yeah! That's good! Two buddies together!" the boy
said to the man.
	`This is gonna be good,' Roy thought as he unloaded up Steve's
ass. `I'm gonna have to get to know Tom...Mr. Jones. I think he's my kind
of man.'

	On the way home Steve replayed all that had gone on in the
shower. He couldn't believe what had happened. Roy and Coach Henderson
fucking him! And Roy! The way he had played the coach! Sorta like Mr. Jones
had done on Saturday with the younger man. Steve had already felt the
dominance in Roy, but this! This was way more! What a day this had been!
	The evening was quiet. He and his mom ate and visited. He talked
with Jim and learned all about his new pickup truck. His mom reminded him
that his dad would be home the next evening. After doing his homework,
Steve went to bed and dreamed about cocks: his dad's cock, Mr. Evans' cock,
Jim's cock, Roy's cock, Coach Henderson's cock, Mr. Jones' cock. His life
was filled with cocks, cocks using his mouth, his ass, big cocks, thick
cocks, rough fucking cocks. He dreamed of his mouth, his ass stuffed with
cocks, cocks surrounding him, spewing their loads over his body, down his
throat, up his ass. Just like he wanted!