By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)
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Life at Warren Hill
Friday morning, Hulstlander Academy for Boys Upper School Natatorium
Much had changed at the Upper School of the Hulstlander Academy for Boys since he graduated seven years ago, but Nicolai Werner still felt that he was coming home.
Coach Nico couldn't believe the gorgeous new natatorium that is now home to the swimming and diving programs. The twenty-five-by-fifty-meter main pool and twenty-five-meter-square diving well were as nice as the facilities at the University of Southern California in Los Angeles. Of course, the natatorium in South Carolina was an indoor facility to cope with cooler winters and rainy days, unlike the open-air Uytengsu Aquatics Center in Los Angeles.
Nico had boyhood plans to pursue a career as a professional dancer. He was repeatedly told that the combination of his father's German good looks and his mother's Filipino good looks gave him an exotic appeal that made him stand out from the crowd. His lithe but muscular body was a joy to watch in motion.
Standing out was not a problem for Nico. He grew to six-feet-four-inches by the end of his sophomore year at USC. His stature – including his size fourteen feet – became a problem in group dance numbers, but it was a great advantage in the water.
Many athletes who are also graceful dancers might transition into diving, and Nico would have probably been an accomplished diver had it not been for his insurmountable fear of heights. Anything higher than the one-meter board sent him into a hyperventilating panic attack.
Nico continued to take dance classes at USC, even though he knew it wouldn't be his profession. He began to mentor younger dancers and swimmers. He realized that perhaps coaching might be his true calling. He got almost as much satisfaction out of helping a student reach a new milestone as the student himself.
While he was not the top swimmer in his class, Nico was almost always a starter. He excelled at the butterfly and had impeccable turns.
Nico stayed in Los Angeles year-round to continue training. His father was happy to pay three thousand dollars per month in rent so his son could pursue his dreams. The two were very close and missed each other desperately, but they both knew that they would love each other no matter how much physical distance separated them.
He and two teammates shared the one-bedroom apartment on La Cienega Boulevard near Melrose Avenue. He earned plenty of grocery money by dancing at nearby clubs in West Hollywood and doing private training sessions with aspiring swimmers.
Nico was, by far, the best dancer of the three, and turned away as many gigs as he accepted. The combination of extraordinary genetics and an extraordinary work ethic made him mesmerizing to watch.
The tall athlete was never embarrassed to have people look at him while he was dancing, even when he was dancing completely naked, which was about half of his engagements. He kept his body smooth for both swimming and dancing. His medium tan complexion looked as if it were burnished copper. He didn't usually oil himself for dancing, but he glowed almost as if he had.
His body was admired by men and women everywhere he went, but young Nico was attracted only to the men. He always had a willing bedmate, including both his flatmates, but he would never accept an offer of money in exchange for physical pleasure.
Matthias Werner tried to instill in his son that his body was a gift to be shared with others. The two shared their bodies and hearts with each other at least daily from the time Nico was a child until he moved away for college.
The young Werner boy had never broken the habit of crawling into his parents' bed. Neither Matthias nor his wife, Darna, saw any reason to dissuade him from doing so once they realized that he was more intrigued than horrified to watch them make love. They had thought their sexual antics would scare the boy back to his own room, but it had the opposite effect. Sometimes little Nico would giggle at them while they made funny noises and faces during sex. It reminded Darna and Matthias that sex was supposed to be as silly and fun as it was pleasurable.
It became apparent that Nico was fascinated by Matthias's fit body. The airline pilot kept himself in spectacular shape as a counterbalance to the hours spent sitting in a cockpit. Nico would almost always have a hand somewhere on his dad's firm body when his parents made love. He would touch his mother occasionally, pretending to be her, or in imitation of his beloved dad.
Soon he learned how to help his dad get hard using his hands, then his mouth. Darna used to laughingly remark that Nico loved Matthias's penis more than she did, and probably more than Matthias himself. Her naked husband and naked son would both laugh and nod as the boy licked his father's erection.
As Nico got older, his dad would reciprocate the stimulation. The two would often be found in a sixty-nine position, whether Matthias was going to make love to Darna, or just for the two to have fun. Since they were naked most of the time they were at home, even when they had guests, it made it convenient for the father and son to pleasure each other several times per day.
Darna ensured that her son was well educated about both men's and women's bodies. While Nico wasn't repulsed by her female anatomy lessons and demonstrations, it was obvious that he was enraptured by men.
"My precious boy, you are going to make thousands of men happy, and leave thousands of women disappointed, aren't you," she cooed once as she stroked his hair while he sucked off his dad.
Nico took his father's seven-inch penis out of his mouth. "I'm sorry, mom."
"No, Nico. Don't be sorry. Follow your heart, and do it enthusiastically. If you love men, love them with all your being, just as you do your father."
"I love you, too, mom. But it's not the same," Nico explained to the best of his immature understanding.
"It's perfect, Nico because it is true love from your heart. Now finish off your dad so I can have a crack at him," she joked.
From then on, Nico and Matthias got even closer. Matthias was generally not into sex with other men, but Darna encouraged him to learn everything about man-on-man sex so that he could teach his son. Nico would know nothing except complete acceptance and encouragement from both his parents.
Matthias had befriended a few men at his airline whom he knew to be gay. Some were fellow pilots, some cabin stewards, some worked in the office or maintenance facilities.
He invited a few of them over to show him how men love each other. After Matthias felt comfortable with the arrangement, he asked the men to make love in front of him and young Nico.
The boy couldn't stop smiling. The guys initially were uncomfortable when Nico's hands went wondering over their bodies, but Matthias assured them that the boy did the same thing with him and that it was part of his education.
Eventually, the two friends brought Matthias into their sex acts. Nico tried to mute his jealousy without success. The twelve-year-old couldn't understand why he had to satisfy himself with a junior-sized dildo while his dad got to enjoy having two different penises in his ass, one after the other.
Matthias explained that he wanted Nico's first time to be with him. Nico understood and begged his dad to make love to him immediately.
Matthias couldn't deny his beautiful son anything. Together Matthias and Nico learned all about oral and anal stimulation, taking turns penetrating each other. Alongside their tutors. Matthias had been doubtful that he would enjoy taking his son's even larger eight-inch-cock inside himself but found that, once he got the hang of it, he enjoyed it equally with penetrating his son or his wife.
After three group sessions, Matthias decided they no longer needed professional guidance. They would spend quiet hours exploring each other's bodies with fingertips and tongues, learning where each man responded to touch. Darna would often look on misty-eyed, moved by the way her two favorite men loved each other.
Matthias discovered the Hulstlander Academy when he flew a private charter to Columbia, South Carolina, so a Dutch family could visit their cousin. It turned out the cousin was Jacob Graaf, the principal of the Upper School, and grandson of the man who turned the former Richland Academy into the Hulstlander Academy for Boys.
The Werner family moved to South Carolina so that thirteen-year-old Nico could attend and flourish in an encouraging environment.
Nico's wistful reverie remembering his days as an Upper School student was suddenly broken by thirty raucous naked teens bouncing into the natatorium. A broad smile overspread the new coach's face in anticipation of becoming a mentor and guide for his swimmers, both in and out of the water.
The noise brought assistant swimming coach Druk Namgay Jones out of the office, also smiling in welcome for the new and returning swimmers.
Druk Namgay was his given name, but he often went by Druk. As he was born in Bhutan, he didn't have an actual surname, but two given names instead. His mom took on the self-appointed surname "Jones" just to make life easier on them with legal forms and cultural assimilation when she moved from their tiny village along the Dangme Chu River to Charleston, South Carolina.
Druk was ten years older than Nico and was beginning his fifth year at Hulstlander. Principal Graaf was concerned that Druk might be angry that a newcomer was hired as head coach over him, but the affable man couldn't argue with Nico's charisma and leadership qualities once they met.
The thirty-five-year-old was happy to share duties with Coach Werner. They got along so well that he was also happy to share his condominium – and his two boyfriends – with Nico as well. So far, the living arrangements were working out splendidly for all involved.
Though Druk was about five-foot-ten, which is a bit short for a swimmer, his arms were disproportionately long for his body, giving him an advantage in the water.
He was thin – almost to the point of scrawny – but his strength was undeniable. His features seemed to be a melange of ethnicities: if one looked for it, they could see traces of Chinese, Vietnamese, Korean, Japanese, and Caucasian in the happy-go-lucky man.
His skin was a lustrous golden from head to toe.
Druk took his place next to Nico and waited for the boys to settle. He was surprised and pleased that Nico gave him a quick kiss on the lips in front of all the students. There would be no hiding their relationship.
Nico raised his hands to get the boys' attention. "Is everyone here for swimming? If you're here for diving, that's being held in the training room over there," he said, pointing to a room set up with foam pits, tumbling mats, and aerial training harnesses hanging on wires from ceiling-mounted pullies.
Two boys, who were holding hands, took their leave, trotting to the training room without letting go of each other's hand.
Nico nodded to Druk, who instructed the boys, "First thing, guys, let's make a Running Rabbit dogpile to get to know each other. For the new boys, we like to gather in a clump. The goal is to touch as many other boys simultaneously as you can with any part of your body."
The coaches could tell that about two-thirds of the boys were familiar with the concept. The other third were a little timider in gathering into the dogpile.
Very soon, the twenty-eight boys were in an intertwined clump of outstretched arms and legs trying to touch as many others as they could, wherever they could. Faces went rutting into the pile to nuzzle unknown body parts.
Lips met other lips, fingers, toes, penises, asses, knees, bellies, or ears. Sounds of muffled laughter emanated from the boys.
Bunny Tarnow found himself in the middle of the pile. It seemed that almost every boy there wanted to touch him in any way possible. Bunny was able to glean from each boy some sense of who he was and what he was about. It was a joy for the tall, muscular fifteen-year-old to get to know his new friends.
Bunny tried to make it as easy as possible for boys to touch him. He could tell he wasn't the only getting chubbed up from all the groping.
Nico and Druk gave the boys a few minutes to enjoy getting acquainted, or reacquainted, with each other. After an appropriate interval, Nico called the boys to take a seat on the bleachers running the length of the Olympic-size pool.
The boys sat in the first two of the five rows. Many of them draped arms around the waist or over the shoulders of their neighbors. A few had their hands on their neighbor's thighs.
A random couple here and there were stroking each other's penises. Bunny's penis quickly grew to its full eleven inches at the light touch of a brown-haired boy sitting to his left. The boy's green eyes twinkled as his hand slid from Bunny's thigh to his cock. Bunny smiled and spread his legs as an invitation to continue.
Druk smiled at another boy, "Ted, are you going to be able to listen and masturbate Javier at the same time? You're not very good at multitasking, you know."
The other guys got a good-natured laugh at Ted's expense, but the boy was undeterred. His friend had a look of growing bliss on his face that Druk didn't have the heart to make disappear. He just shook his head at the two and nodded to Nico.
Coach Nico Werner began pacing before the rows of assembled swimmers. They all drank in his tall, lithe body. Some boys wished they could drink in more. Nico was accustomed to seeing thirsty looks in boys' and men's eyes and was happy to accommodate them. He turned a few times and saw the eyes following his thin, flaccid seven-inch cock.
Bunny met Coach Nico's gaze, and they exchanged knowing smiles. Both were accustomed to being the objects of desire. Both were happy to help out as many men as they could.
"Good morning, gentlemen! I am Nikolai Werner, the newly-appointed swimming coach for the esteemed Running Rabbits.
"Please call me Coach Nico, or just Coach, if you prefer," Nico explained.
"The returning students already know Coach Druk Namgay Jones. The new students will very quickly come to admire and love him, I am sure. It took me only a few hours to admire Coach Druk and less than a day to fall in love with him."
Nico wrapped his arms around Druk, who was six inches shorter than he. The two shared a brief, passionate kiss. The sound of thirty boys sighing filled the pool area. A few of them made kissy noises because they were teenage boys and couldn't help themselves.
"On the organizational chart," Coach Werner continued, "it says that I am the head coach and that Coach Druk is the assistant coach. I want you to know that we are partners in every way. I have asked Vice Principal Davis to change both our titles to just `Coach' to reflect the reality of the situation.
"We will not contradict each other or override the other's decisions. If one of us asks something of you, consider it to have come from both of us," Coach Nico explained as he held hands with his partner.
"Just a little bit about me: I graduated from the Upper School seven years ago, just before they broke ground on this amazing natatorium. I then went on to the University of Southern California in Los Angeles, where I swam and danced.
"I stayed on to get my masters in kinesiology there while working as a private swimming coach and a go-go dancer at gay clubs and parties in West Hollywood. I love dancing almost as much as swimming and hope to be involved in dance here at Hulstlander in some capacity, but probably a more formal kind of dance," he joked.
The boys looked at each other. Even at the open and liberal Hulstlander Academy, it was unheard of that a teacher would announce that he was a go-go dancer.
The boy that Ted was masturbating shot off his load with a loud grunt. That elicited giggles from the other boys, as well as the two coaches.
Nico walked over to the panting boy, who was reluctant to meet his gaze. Nico ran two fingers through the cum on the boy's belly and licked them clean.
"What's your name, young man," the coached inquired.
"Uh, Javier, sir."
"Javier, you have delicious cum. Make sure you wash it all off or have someone eat it off of you before you get in the pool."
Javier smiled at the new coach. "You can have more, sir."
"Why, thank you, Javier. Perhaps I will." Nico turned to his partner. "Coach Druk, would you explain what we're going to do this morning while I clean up Javier's cum?"
Coach Druk laughed at his lover's request. It was then that he, too, locked eyes with Bunny. There was something about that tall, blond boy with his almost foot-long cock. Bunny was obviously enjoying the touch of another boy, but his posture told Druk that was doing it for the coach's pleasure as much as his own. Bunny somehow knew how much Druk Namgay loved watching men pleasure each other.
A few moments of silence passed as Coach Druk smiled at Bunny and watched copious amounts of precum flow from his enormous penis, over the hand of the boy masturbating him, over Bunny's scrotum, and finally drizzling down to the floor.
Coach Druk eventually found his voice to explain that the school supported a varsity swim team, a junior varsity swim team, and a swim club. The swim club would have its organizational meeting when school started. There were no requirements for joining the club, but there would be tryouts for the two teams.
He asked for a show of hands to see how many boys were there for the club only. A few hands went up. The boys were told that they were welcome to stay and swim along, but were not required to do so. Two of the boys left. Three others stayed.
Bunny raised his hand. Coach Druk nodded to him and asked that he introduce himself.
"Good morning, Coach Druk Namgay, Coach Nikolai, and fellow Running Rabbits. My name is Bunny Tarnow. I am a new student, entering the sophomore class. I don't really have a question," Bunny continued, struggling to maintain his composure as his penis was being stroked even faster by the cute brown-haired boy with green eyes.
"I don't have a question, Coach Druk, but I am about to cum. Since your lover got the first crack at Javier's cum, I think it's only fair that you get the first crack at mine, if you want it. Nnnn. But you had best hurry! Nnnnn."
Coach Druk laughed even as he leaped in front of Bunny and bent over. Bunny winked at him, telling the coach that he could have held off as long as he desired, but wanted to make a show for the coach's entertainment.
Bunny let his first volley fly over his head. It landed on the legs of two boys behind him. At first, they were a tad irritated. Within a couple of seconds, they were feeling a tingling of wellbeing infusing them.
Druk was amazed at how far Bunny shot. He was so amazed that he also missed the second volley, which came down on the head and face of the green-eyed boy who was masturbating Bunny. As soon as the boy tasted a drop of Bunny's iridescent cum, he was hooked.
Coach Druk wasn't about to let the next cum volley escape him – he had no idea that Bunny could keep it up all morning if he wanted to. Druk positioned his open mouth to catch the next ejaculation. His mouth was filled with Bunny's magical cum.
Between his own boyhood classmates, his students at Hulstlander, fellow faculty and staff, friends, and random guys he's met, Druk has tasted cum from thousands of men in his thirty-five years. None of those prepared him for the joy he received as a gift from Bunny's penis.
It was delicious, of course, but not with any particular flavor. It was delicious because of its power and the love that created it. Druk Looked at Bunny, who understood perfectly what the coach was experiencing. Bunny knew that he would soon introduce Druk, Nico, and their boyfriends to Tuer Shen, the god of homosexual love.
Druk's first thought was to share this gift with his lover. He jumped up and ran to Nico, interrupting the latter's discussion with the boys who had come for the swim club rather than the competitive teams.
Druk tilted his face up and planted his lips on Nico's. The two shivered in delight as they passed the generous load of Bunny cream into each other's mouth. Druk felt tears welling in his eyes, but he didn't understand why.
Bunny kept cumming. Some of the boys in the pool area had already sampled the powerful nectar, but most had no idea what the fuss was about. They began to jostle each other to experience it for themselves. Bunny felt that it was only fair that all his swimming teammates should have a sample.
Bunny kissed his masturbator on the cheek, then took his eleven-inch cannon into his own hand so that he could aim each ejaculation at boys who still needed to be anointed.
Druk and Nico eventually regained awareness of which planet they were occupying. They observed Bunny, now standing and, somehow, shimmering, firing his grunting blessings to his new friends. The coaches moved to assist the boys in moving around so that all of them could taste or feel the undiminishing ejaculate.
All the boys had gotten their portion. Bunny aimed his cock at the two coaches to let them each have another bath, then he relinquished hold of his cock and brought his orgasm to a close.
It had lasted about eight minutes, a superhuman feat so far out of the norm that none of Bunny's companions even realized that's what happened. But they would realize it later as they retold stories of their morning to friends and family.
Bunny stood looking at his swimming coaches whose faces and chests were both liberally coated in his cum. They smiled at one another. Bunny then looked around at the other students and ensured that they saw him retaking his place on the bleachers. The dumbfounded boys followed his lead, and they took their seats as well.
Bunny willed his cock to deflate to a barely-tumescent seven inches, then cleared his throat. "Coach Nico, Coach Druk, I apologize for interrupting you. You were saying?"
Both men stared blankly for several seconds. Laughter began rolling through the natatorium. Everyone joined in, unsure why they were laughing, but enjoying the building camaraderie they felt with each other.
Coach Nico got the boys settled. He explained that they would be testing the boys on all the strokes this morning, but they were not required to participate in every one.
"Notice that we have the lane markers going across the pool today, so we have twenty lanes at twenty-five meters rather than the usual ten lanes at fifty meters. We'll have two men per lane, and just use the middle ones today for the twenty-six of you.
"This is not a race for time. This is meant to show Coach Druk Namgay and me where each of your proficiencies and deficiencies lies. Concentrate more on your form than your speed today."
Coach Druk then introduced the equipment manager and the team of four technical specialists who would be practicing operating the dozen remote-controlled cameras and the timing devices. It would be the first time they would get to practice their skills with a full complement of swimmers in the water.
"One last thing before I ask all of you to assemble on the far side of the pool," Coach Druk continued. "We have gotten word from the South Carolina High School League that they have made a final determination concerning uniform requirements.
"The new regulation they promulgated retains the maximum coverage requirement for boys' swimming: a suit must not go above the waist or below the knee; but, they have removed the minimum coverage requirement as long as we have a consistent way of identifying swimmers' names and numbers.
"As far as Hulstlander is concerned," Coach Druk stated, "the only thing our boys will wear for competition is a swim cap that will have your last name and number on it, both front and back. You will be otherwise naked unless you choose to wear goggles."
A cheer went up from the boys. They had gotten so accustomed to being naked for all their physical education activities at Hulstlander that they felt unduly constrained when they had been forced to wear swimwear for competitions. The past year a few of the boys swam naked for exhibitions and pre-season tournaments. They almost always got protests from other competitors or coaches. They often also got admiring glances.
But things were changing in society's view of public nudity, so they were all hopeful that they would never have to wear a despised swimsuit again.
Coach Nico stepped forward. "Alright, Running Rabbits, let's get ready to swim. Normally I would instruct all of you to rinse off again, but I think we can make an exception for Bunny's cum. I can't imagine that it would be detrimental to either the swimmers or the pool."
As the boys lined up, they were paired off by the coaches. The equipment manager came around with caps and goggles for those who did not have their own.
Bunny was surprised to be paired with Cordell Washington, the fifteen-year-old long-distance runner Bunny, Tim, and Coach Marcus had picked up from the Richland High School athletic fields that morning as they ran from Warren Hill to the school. He didn't even realize that Cord was in the natatorium.
The two boys embraced and kissed. "Hi, Cord," Bunny enthused. "When did you get here?"
"Just now," Cord replied. "I was done with track and field since I had already gotten in a five-mile run this morning. I decided to come here, even though I feel kind of wiped. Promise to scoop me out of the pool if I pass out?"
Bunny kissed his friend again. Even a kiss from Bunny was an energizing event. Cord felt a barely-discernable wave of energy fill him.
"I promise, sweetie," Bunny joked. "You are more powerful than you realize."
The boys started two laps of free-form warm-ups. Then they got into several rounds of laps in each stroke. Cord did well in all the strokes but excelled in the Australian crawl. Bunny was perfection in every stroke but stood out in the backstroke.
After nearly two hours of swimming, Coach Nico congratulated all the boys. They had all swum as well as they ever had, not knowing their prowess was boosted from Bunny's cum. They would continue to improve with each new exposure to Bunny or his dad Drew's cum
"I have a feeling this is going to be a special year, and that has nothing to do with all the talent I see in you boys," Coach Nico pronounced. "It has to do with how well you guys are already forming an esprit de corps.
"The amount of encouragement I saw you guys give to each other fills me with pride. We won't be a successful team on the shoulders of one or two outstanding swimmers. We will succeed when everyone wants the best for everyone one of his teammates and helps them to improve." Coach Nico stood next to Coach Druk, and the two applauded the boys.
The coaches dismissed the boys for lunch, or to be on their way home for the day. Bunny stepped up and quieted the exhausted boys.
"Thank you, Coach Nico and Coach Druk, for your willingness to teach us," Bunny proclaimed loudly. Then he walked to Druk to kiss his mouth and envelope his thin body in a warm embrace. The kiss lasted only a few seconds.
Then Bunny moved to Nico to kiss and thank him as well. Cord had moved to kiss Druk and give him a full-body embrace after thanking him for being their coach.
The other boys saw what was going on and started to line up. Twenty-six naked teenage boys were each thanking their coaches with a kiss and a hug. Nico hoped that every practice would end this way.
Neither Druk nor Nico got an erection from all the teen skin rubbing against them. They were too overcome with affection and gratitude for these special boys.
Bunny draped his arm over Cord's shoulders and waited until all the boys thanked the coaches and walked out of the natatorium. "You know what, Cord," Bunny asked.
"Yes, I know," Cord answered with a giggle.
"What, then, smartass," Bunny tried to sound irritated, but couldn't pull it off.
Cord laughed again. "You've already fallen in love with Coach Werner and Coach Jones."
Bunny harrumphed in mock indignation. "You're right, Cordell. I can't help it. I love them. Now, let's go shower, then go to the cafeteria to see if we can find Tim and Marcus. Oh! And I have to introduce you to my new brothers!"
"Excuse me, say what, now?" Cordell said in surprise.
"It's a bit of a story. I'll tell you as we wash each other," Bunny said, guiding Cord back to the Graaf Commons to shower before lunch.
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Cord and Bunny planned to spend only a few minutes in the lush shower garden, which, because all the boys were eager to clean up for lunch, were more crowded than ever. They shared their waterfall shower station with two other boys whom they hadn't met before.
Bunny washed one of the boys while Cordell washed the other. When Principal Graaf envisioned the central shower garden in the tall atrium, he wanted each of the waterfall grottos to be large enough for several boys to share. He thought it might enable bonding between the students as they took turns under the warm waterfalls.
It didn't dawn on him that, through Bunny's example, the custom would be established that no boy would wash himself if there were another boy nearby who needed to be cleaned. The boys didn't question that strangers' hands would be running all around their teen bodies, cleaning and massaging them and that they would reciprocate in washing every inch of another boy's body. They wouldn't be strangers for long.
Bunny had no qualms about telling Cord how he acquired the Poindexter twins as his new brothers while the strangers listened.
Bunny's hands roamed all over the shorter boy who had come from gymnastics. He had short, spiky blond hair and a cute button nose, which Bunny rubbed with his own. Bunny backed his well-muscled companion to his front so he could reach around to wash the boy's solid chest and abdomen while talking to Cord over the boy's mounded shoulder.
There was no question that Bunny was permitted to touch everywhere. His soapy hands cleaned all the nooks and crannies around the boy's crotch, causing his companion to gain just a little length and girth in his penis, even though Bunny was being practical rather than teasing in his touch. But his touch carried indescribable pleasure.
They rinsed off, and Bunny turned around. "My turn," he told the boy even as he continued to tell Cord about how he initiated a fuck train during rugby tryouts with his new brothers, Rob and Rod Poindexter, taking the end positions in the train.
The boy's hands were tentative at first but became more assured when Bunny's continued open posture confirmed that he, too, could touch the tall, muscular stud anywhere he wanted.
Bunny interrupted his tale to look over his shoulder to address his attendant. "Please, if you don't mind, make sure to wash under my foreskin. I came several times this morning, so I want to make sure I'm clean. Thank you for doing that for me."
The boy looked as if it were his birthday, Christmas, and the Fourth of July all bundled together. He washed all around Bunny's genitals, then went back to stroke his penis. Bunny allowed himself to get a partial erection, growing to about nine inches.
"Would you mind turning around, Bunny? I think it will be easier for me if I'm facing you," the boy asked with slightly more confidence than he had a few minutes prior.
Bunny turned and smiled down at his gorgeous companion without speaking. The boy used both hands to gently stroke the long penis, slowly nudging back Bunny's ample hood. When the large pink head showed itself, both boys sighed.
"I hope that I am not imposing on you by asking you to pay attention to my foreskin. You can stop if you want to," Bunny said, knowing full well that it would take a team of mules to pull the gymnast off his penis.
The young gymnast looked up at Bunny with a wry smile that confirmed his desire for Bunny. The boy leaned down to look closely as he held the large penis in both hands and used the sides of his thumbs to stroke around the corona. He rotated his grip so that his thumbs cleaned every inch of Bunny's cockhead.
He stared at it in awe, not just because of its size, but because of the sheer beauty of it. The boy had seen hundreds of other penises in his sixteen years, but none more alluring. It was as if it were the prototypical penis after which all others should be modeled.
Bunny sensed the boy's confusion and conflicting feelings. He smiled down at him sympathetically. The boy looked up. He heard wordless reassurance that his feelings were normal and welcome.
The boy's face changed. He was replete with calm. He knew what he wanted and would not hesitate to pursue it.
He cradled Bunny's cock reverently, slowly drawing his face closer to it. His lips grazed the head several times, imparting worshipful kisses. Then he held the cherished appendage to his cheek and lovingly nuzzled it.
Bunny kept smiling at him. Eventually, the boy brought himself back from his reverie and looked up at the owner of the beloved penis. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," the boy sighed.
Bunny wanted to laugh, but he wanted, even more, to be kind to his new friend. He stroked the boy's hair. "Do you really think so? You are very generous in your estimation, I think."
The boy sniffed and kissed the now-ten-inch penis. "No, I really mean it. I have never seen anything so perfect. I thought Principal Graaf's penis was the best thing in the world, but yours is even nicer. But his is still nice."
Bunny did laugh this time. "I know. Principal Graaf fucked me this morning right over in that bathing trough," Bunny pointed a few stations down the curving plant-lined path. "His penis is remarkable. His entire body is remarkable. His technique is remarkable. Have you and he had sex?"
The mesmerized boy kissed Bunny's tip once more. "Only a few times. But, you're right, he knows how to make a boy feel every kind of happy. But I feel just as happy holding you. I can't imagine what it would feel like for you to make love to me."
Bunny was moved by the boy's sincerity. "What is your name, my friend?"
"Justin Throckmorton."
"Well, Justin, I think you may be the sweetest, kindest boy on the planet. Are you always so nice, or is it only when you are holding someone's penis?"
Justin blushed at the compliment. "I try to be nice all the time, but you make it easy, Bunny. I think my brother is the nicest one in our family. He is always kind to me and has never refused to make love to me when I ask. Just like I have never refused when he has asked to make love to me. Of course, why would anyone refuse to be loved? That would be silly."
Bunny encouraged Justin to stand. He leaned down and kissed Justin's moist, full lips with as much tenderness as he could muster. Justin's lips felt like soft velvet pillows.
"Would you like me to make love to you, Mister Throckmorton?"
"Yes, Mister Tarnow. Please."
"Well," Bunny continued, "I have plans to eat lunch right now with my friend Cord here, as well as my brothers. I was planning to go to the library after lunch to talk to Jace about something he showed me yesterday. Perhaps, if it works for you, I could love you before I go to the library?"
Justin beamed. "Would you really do that for me? My brother is supposed to come to pick me up. Maybe I can convince him to have lunch with me, then we can meet you? I know you will like him. He's the best person in the world. I love him so much!"
Bunny kissed Justin once more. "Well, that sounds like a terrible idea. Why would I want to meet another sweet, lovable Throckmorton boy? Yuck."
Justin was momentarily stricken. Then he realized that Bunny was joking. "Don't scare me like that. Oh, I can't wait for Zayne to meet you. I want to show him your penis. I bet he will love it as much as I do. I bet he will love you, too. Zayne is the best brother in the world. I love him so much!"
Bunny chuckled. "You're repeating yourself, my love. I will be happy to meet Zayne. I'm sure I will fall in love with Zayne just as I have fallen in love with you."
Justin put his hand over his mouth and gasped. "Don't make fun of me, Bunny. You don't really love me. Don't joke about such things."
Bunny pulled Justin's hand away so he could kiss him yet again. "How could I not love you, sweet, gentle Justin Throckmorton?"
Justin swooned after another kiss from Bunny, which is the proper response. "But we just met. You can't love someone that quickly."
Bunny smiled. "Why not. You love me, don't you?"
Justin searched Bunny's eyes for signs of being sleighted but found only sincerity. "I don't know. I mean, I think I love you. I hardly know you, but I want to love you."
"You see," Bunny lectured, "whether or not you love another person doesn't really have anything to do with the other person. It's about whether you decide to love or not. Will you decide to love me?"
Justin smiled, and his face beamed. Now Bunny was swooning. "I do love you, Bunny. That's my final answer."
Bunny laughed. "Good. Now, I'm hungry. Let's go find Zayne, and then eat lunch."