Swimmer-Coach-03 By Larry (Laetuseros@aol.com) Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)
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This story follows the main character of the story "My Journey," which is posted in the Gay/Camping section of the Nifty Archives. It is based on actual events in the author's life. Also, please read the preface before beginning this story to better understand the story.
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A SWIMMER AND HIS COACH Chapter 3
My mind was still thinking about the initiation into the elite squad and that hot session with Coach and Rocky. I was starting to tent out front and could feel my boner start sliding downward in my Levis. Like all the guys, the daily uniform was tight jeans and white T-shirt as snug as our parents allowed.
The school didn't like the idea of teenagers wearing tight fitted jeans, but with the economy like it was, we couldn't afford dress pants to attend school. Dress pants were something you wore to church on Sunday, or to special occasions like weddings, funerals, and award ceremonies. Hell, my mom had a fight with the school principal over it. She rallied the other mothers to the cause, and reluctantly the school board decided that dungarees were okay to wear as long as they were cleaned and pressed.
I finally made it home, and past my mother without her seeing my hard-on. Shit, I really wanted to get upstairs and into the bathroom to pull it out and relieve the tension. I had never felt this primed before. Oh, I got the usual morning woodies, so did my younger brother and we kidded about that. I had never had this urge in the afternoon. I usually was tuckered out from school and practice.
My brother was already home and doing school work at the desk we shared. In fact, we shared the whole room. He had the upper bunk, and because I was the older and heavier, I had the lower bunk. We each had a separate closet to keep our clothes on hangers and pile what personal treasures we had in boxes.
"Hey, Larry, how was practice? You're kinda late getting home. Anything exciting happen on the way home? Hey, I got a math problem I want you to help me with." He always bugged the shit out of me when I got home and today was no different, but somehow I felt it was. What would I, what could I, tell him? I'd been sworn to secrecy.
"Yeah, in a minute, I got to tend to some business." I told him as I threw my books on the bunk and headed for the bathroom. I locked the door, undid my belt, unzipped my Levis and pulled them down to my ankles and sat on the toilet. My hand went right to my swollen pecker. It wasn't veined like Coach's and I had a foreskin that I pulled back. It had been attached up by the pee hole, but my stroking habits had torn the skin free, so that I could fully expose my glans. I really liked to finger my glans head between forefinger and thumb for awhile, until I got really inflated. Then I used the old five-finger grip to bang away at a slowly increasing pace up and down. It was really feeling good. I knew it wouldn't be long now and I'd spray the room with my man seed. I was breathing harder and my legs were thrust forward and I was ready, really ready, when all hell broke loose. Well, in my condition, it sounded that way.
"Hey, Larry, hurry up! I gotta piss real bad!" Wouldn't you know my little bro had decided to find out what I was up to in the bathroom. No privacy at all. I made a show of pulling down some toilet tissue, then flushed the commode. I got myself stuffed back into my jeans...suitable shrunk in size due to the interruption...thinking 'do other guys get interrupted like that?' I wondered what Rocky would have said and done. Oh holy shit, I remembered I had to meet him at his house at 8 PM tonight. Wonder what that will be all about. I unlocked the door and my little bro barged in. "Smells funny in here, what you been doing?" I turned to him and told him, "Shit stinks!" Smiling at my wiseass remark I went downstairs to talk with my mother and see if I could get out and stay out after dark.
"Hey, Mom, what's for supper?" She rattled off the menu, which I didn't hear and told her it sounded absolutely yummy. She laughed and said, "If I told you it was turds, you'd have given me the same answer. Now what's bothering you?"
"Yeah, your funny Ma! I got inducted in the elite swim squad this afternoon after practice. That's why I'm late getting home. Rocky, the team leader, wants me to come over to his place tonight around 8 PM. You think Dad will let me stay out after dark?" I sat down and looked up at her working on getting dinner ready to serve.
"I don't see why not. You're a senior and old enough and responsible enough. Besides, after dinner he grabs the paper, hogs the TV, and falls asleep. He won't even know your out after dark. Just don't make a lot of noise coming in." She turned back to the stove and started putting the veggies into serving bowls. "Here, help me put this on the table."
Okay, that part of my problem was solved. Now how do I keep my nosy little brother from screwing it all up? I had to think about that problem. Dad came home and I smelt the liquor on his breath and knew he'd stopped at the local bar to hoist a few with the guys. He sat down and started shoveling the food into his mouth. Mom tried to get some conversation going about the day's affairs. "Arthur, did you know your son was elected to the elite swim squad this afternoon?" My little brother looked at me with a new gleam in his eye. Dad just kept shoveling down the food.
"Hey, bro, after dinner and we clean up the dishes, you want to play a little one on one basketball. I have to work off this big dinner Ma cooked and fed us." Ma smiled, and Roy nodded his head, and talked through a mouthful of food. I was disgusted; he was turning out more like Dad, than taking after Ma. She had grown up in English gentry, then met Dad, who knocked her up right away, her father disowned her, and she was making the best of what she had.
We cleared the table and were having the usual discussion of who was going to wash and who would dry the dinner dishes, pots, and pans. Dad came over to the sink, coughed up a big hawker of phlegm and spit into the sink. "I'm not going to wash!" was Roy's remark. Dad growled, "Quit your fucking arguing afore I bust both your fucking heads together. I've worked all fucking day and I deserve some peace and quiet!" As usual, I wound up washing the dishes and stacking them on the drain board to dry. Roy as usual took off outside to meet up with his buddies and play some sandlot baseball.
As usual, I went out to the playground and shot some hoops with the old basketball that we had. It was a good time to think things out. I'd worked up a sweat, so decided to head back home and get ready to go to Rocky's house down on the lakeshore.
Rocky's family lived north of the boulevard, along the lakeshore. It was where all the bankers, lawyers, school teachers and church leaders lived. Yeah, the snobby elite, the folks with money. I had a few that had me down to do their lawns and clean up after their pesky pets, but hey, that gave me spending money. The place was a nice two story, painted white, with dark green trim, and terrific landscaping. The front door was painted Chinese red and set back into the house, so it was like standing in a little porch. I pressed the doorbell, and heard chimes! Wow, real nice touch.
Rocky answered the door and greeted me. "Hey, glad you could make it. The folks give you any problems?" I was slow to answer, I'd been staring at his naked torso. "What? I do something wrong, my lipstick smeared? What?" I laughed and shook myself and answered, "No, no problems. I just struck on how great a chest you have. Where are your folks? They usually like to meet visitors."
"Hey, no worry bud. They're gone for the rest of the week. I'm on my own tonight and every night 'til Monday when they return from Dad's business trip. Come on in and get yourself comfortable. Want a brew? Got a couple of cold ones ready and waiting for a hot throat." He lightly slapped me in the shoulder and put a brawny arm about my neck and pulled me down for a nuggie.
I resisted, complained about the brutality and laughing asked, "I'll take a Coke if you have one. I'm not too used to having a brew." Roc looked at me, his head held sidewise, "You sure, nobody here but us two! I'm not going to tell on my best sprinter! Well, you don't mind if I have one with you, I'll get you a Coca-Cola," and he went off to the kitchen singing, "Rum and Coca Cola..dum, de, da, da, dum."
I sat down on this very comfortable oversize sofa. Nice pillows everywhere. I noticed he had an 8mm movie projector and a screen set up. The stereo had on some nice soft music, very out of touch with his persona...at school he was into all the popular jazz tunes. He came back with his beer and my Coke and smiling. "Glad to see you getting comfortable. Take off your shoes and socks and get comfy. Hell, take off your shirt while you're at it. Tell you what, there's just the two of us guys here, get naked!" and with that he opened the flap of his jeans and took them off. He stood in his tighty-whitey briefs and was grinning from ear to ear. I instantly fell in love with the guy. Who could resist that pug nose and sprinkling of tan freckles across it and his cheeks? His emerald eyes twinkled with mischief. "Oh, something is bothering Larry. Why so silent, come on tell ole Rocky what it is...it's my job as team leader to keep the team happy and healthy. So give, give out with what ails you!"
"Well, yeah I am bothered. What the hell was that this afternoon? I've never done anything like that in my life. I only got to know what guys did sexually this past summer and that blew my mind. And, and I gave Andy a belt across his bare ass for what?" I looked at Rocky, a bit amazed at my outburst.
"Oh, sounds like we have a closet stud here. Tread carefully, ole Rocky, don't be too quick to judge. Come here next to me, Lar, and let me comfort you and explain to you what did happen this afternoon and last Friday with Coach." He held out one arm and indicated where I should sit near him. He slid sideways, still in his briefs, with that very large package moving around in front. He put an arm around the back of my neck, his hand hanging down over my shoulder. I felt his body warmth, and the aroma of his cologne wafted up to me. He leaned his fore head to me, and said, "I thought you might have some doubts. We all did. That's why I asked, well, ordered you to come over here this evening. So that you could talk your doubts over in a controlled environment, with someone you feel you can trust, a guy your own age, ME!" He pulled my head down to his bare chest and pushed my face into his pec, my mouth dangerously close to a nipple. Yeah, who could miss it. It stood hard, up out of the quarter size pink aureole, with some soft blond hairs around the edge. God, it was hard to resist his aroma.
He hugged me tight and I felt him kiss the back of my neck. His open lips closed softly over my skin and short hairs. I was turning into a basket case. He must of felt my shivers and deep breathing. He let me sit up, and looked deep into my brown eyes.
"What, you have never had a guy hug you? Not even your brother, dad, mother? You are as tight as a drum, ready to burst. I'm sorry. I didn't know you were that innocent of male love." He again grabbed me and hugged me to his now warmer chest and breathed heavily on my ear...whispering, "Larry, I promise you will have all your answers to your questions and will feel good about tonight and tomorrow and all the tomorrow's to come. Will you work with me on this?" And his soft tender lips closed on my ear, I felt something wet, quick, fleeting. I realized he had touched me with his tongue.
I nodded to him, embarrassed with tears in my eyes. I even snuffled. It spilled out of me; all my longings for love, for comradeship, friendships, all the things missing from my life. Rocky just held me, let me tell it all. When it was all out. He melted me with those two wonderful emerald eyes and quick grin. I loved the dimples at the edge of his lips as they curled upward into his cheeks. To me, he was Adonis personified. All that I wanted to be and felt I would never have.
"Okay, now get out of those jeans and sit back next to me. I think this short movie will explain a lot to you, and I can fill in with what it misses afterward." I sat down beside him in my briefs, he reached for a rheostat on the end table and the lights dimmed, the projector started and kewl! Really neat. However, when I looked at the projection screen I caught my breath and went speechless. Rocky gave me a tight hug, and told me it was okay.
"But, is that Coach at the bottom of the pile of naked guys, hey, that's Carl, and Luke, and, whaaa" and I fell silent. These guys were all over Coach, one guy Carl had Coach's legs up over his shoulders and it looked like he had his dick in Coach's ass, while another swim team member was straddling Coach's head feeding him his cock. Coach's hands were busy pulling on two guys hard rods, while some were licking the soles of his feet, and others were sucking on his chest nipples. Others were fingering the asses and cocks of the guys pounding on Coach. Other guys had there faces pressed to a buddy's ass cheeks, rapidly moving their heads up and down and pressing inward while spreading the guys ass cheeks. It was what they called an orgy. The film sputtered flashed, and went out. The lights came up a little. Rocky looked at me, questioning how I had taken what I saw.
"Larry, that is one of the things the elite squad does. As a member you will be expected to join in. You can't turn away or back out, you are one of us now. As an athlete you know how horny we get with all the exercising and training. This is the way Coach and coaches before him have shown us how to do it. Get rid of the horniness. You understand what I am saying? Its important that you do understand me and what happened on the film I just showed you." He was really staring at me, very serious.
"Rocky, I have never done anything like what I saw on that film. Last summer on that trip out west, I met a guy, a seventeen year old, the guide on our trek. He introduced me to what he called 'manlove," what two guys could do to get rid of the hots. He even fucked me and I fucked him, not once but almost every night, but nothing like what I saw on that film." I went silent trying to get it all put right in my head.
Rocky looked at me. His face was somber, but his emerald eyes were gleaming as if lit with fire. "So, we don't have as innocent a lamb as Coach thought he had. You have been exposed to man-to-man sex before. You've been holding out, you fucker. STAND UP AND STRIP DOWN, THEN ON YOUR KNEES IN FRONT OF ME!"
"Rocky, what the fuck!!" I gasped as he stood, grabbed my arm and hauled me upright. All the tenderness was gone. His cock, I noticed, was at full attention, and he literally ripped his briefs off. I was like the deer caught in the headlights. I was in a daze.
"ALRIGHT MISTER, I TOLD YOU ONCE, IF I TELL YOU AGAIN IT IS GOING TO COST YOU, NOW ON YOUR KNEES!" His hands were on his hips and he was glaring at me, definitely expecting me to follow orders. I quickly removed my underpants and knelt before him. "That's more like it. Don't look at me, LOOK AT THE FUCKING FLOOR AND MY FEET! DO IT! NOW!" I quickly lowered my head and looked down at the floor. I could see the fine blond curly hairs on the surface of his golden calves and thighs. Even a few of his toes had short curly blond hairs on them. What a stud and I had the hots for him.
"You're not being totally innocent makes my job training you a bit easier. I can see we will have to concentrate on following orders. You will do what I tell you, and do it like you enjoy doing it without question. You understand what I am saying, Larry?"
"Yes, sir. I'm to follow your orders without question," I mumbled an answer.
"It's not going to be that bad, Lar, I like you and I have the hots for you and I feel you have the hots for me, so this can be a lot of fun for both of us. Just don't hesitate like you have been, and tell me if you don't like what is happening. I understand that you have not had a lot of love in your young life, that's what I am here to give you. It is my job as the team leader to make sure you are one of us, that you will do your best for all of the team, and that you will follow the dictates of the team without question or holding back. I explained the rules of conduct this afternoon when you were inducted and you swore to uphold them. You saw how Andy was treated after he let the team down at Fridays meet and I don't ever want to do that to you."
From my kneeling position in front of him, I looked up and searched his face. He was looking down at me, hands on his hipbones right below his Achilles girdles (love handles to you who don't know anatomy). His prick was still sticking out, swollen fat and red, the glans head swollen smooth. I detected a slight pulsing, which caused his cock to bounce slightly upward in a silent rhythm.
"I want you to kiss just the tip with your lips, and with your tongue flick the slit softly." He smiled at me and waited.
I stammered, "Er, ah, you want me to do what?" He clipped the top of my head with his open palm, just enough to make my head turn.
"Lar, I just, we, er, shit I just got through telling you to follow orders without question. Didn't you hear what I said? Infractions need to be corrected with physical punishment. I told you to kiss the tip of my cock. Either do it, or suffer the punishment." He looked angry, trying to control himself. I quickly decided I didn't need to have my ass whacked with the honor paddle, so leaned forward and did as I had been told.
"Much better, buddy!" I braced myself from falling forward, by grasping his well-developed thighs. I squeezed them and felt them give. I just kept kissing the tip of his cock waiting for his next orders. They came at that point. "I want you to lick the sides of my cock from my ball sack to the tip and back down." Well, Ken had shown me how to do that, so I really gave his cock a licking, I washed that challaber, but good. He was moaning and shifting from one foot to the other. I didn't need to wait for his next order, I just opened wide and sunk his cock back into my throat. My tongue worked the bottom of his man meat and I was sucking hard and swallowing so that the head of his cock was massaged by my throat muscles. I withdrew and his cock slid wetly from my lips. I sat back on my heels and looked up at him.
He was staring down at me. "Geez, guy, that was beautiful. Where did you learn that technique?" He squatted down to my level and put his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes.
"Rocky, I can't do this!" I realized I was going to beg him to stop. He didn't say a word, just hugged my face to his hunk chest. "Lar, I know what you're going through and I want to help you. You did this with the guy out West. What's so different this time?" He pushed me back and looked at me with those wonderful eye and frowning blond eyebrows.
"It's different, it wasn't like this. It just sort of progressed from one thing to another till we knew what felt good and pleased each other. It was slow and warm and sensual and ....not like this, forced to do it."
"Okay mister, upstairs with me. NOW! If you want it slow and warm--then that's what we will do. Move it, on your feet!" He pulled me up and turned me toward the stairway and gave me a crack on my bare ass as incentive to get moving. His hands on my shoulders and back, propelled me toward the stairway and up the steps to the top landing.
"That's my room there," and he steered me through the doorway. It was a big room and was everything I dreamed of having. A big queen size bed, a comfortable stuffed chair and lamp to read by, a nice desk, pictures of athletic heroes on the walls, thick carpeting on the floor, a radio and state-of-the-art stereo system. I stood stunned and looking around. "What? Haven't you ever seen another guy's bedroom? Get your ass over to that bed and lay down." He knew I was impressed. His strong hands were gripping my shoulders, right next to my neck and kneading and squeezing. He hugged me from the back and we both fell onto his bed.
I was lying on my back and he was on his side next to me, his head propped up with his hand. He was smiling. His right hand came down gently on my chest and he slowly, sensually, rubbed over my pecs and down my abs and around. It felt soooo good. My body knew it and my nipples hardened, the tits stood tall. His fingers played with them and gently caressed each one.
"That's what its all about Larry. The helping one another to get sexual satisfaction. To receive pleasure helping another person get relief of sexual tension. I've even helped my mother get off when Dad's been away on an extended business trip of several months.
"Rocky, that's incest!" I was really shocked.
"No, that's called helping someone in need of sexual relief in the best possible way!" He took a big breath and continued, "When Mom is away from Dad for a long time she gets real cranky, an a bitch to live with. It first happened when I found her crying and sobbing in her room and I went to comfort her and find out why she was crying. It went from there to my giving her relief sexually. Is that, was that so wrong? Part of me is my Dad, and that was the part that I gave to her."
"Larry, I look at you and all I can see is someone I need to care for and nurture. Your facial structure, your body, the way you talk, the things you care about, all want me to hug and protect you. I'm impressed with your swimming skills and I want to help you build up your body to perfection. Let me do it, please!"
I reached over and pulled him over me, I pulled his face to mine and our lips met and tongues touched and twined around each other. The silky, slippery, wet feeling sending signals to my groin. His taste was sweet. He broke the kiss and he looked at me, his emerald eyes all watery, his lips full and lush begging for more. Those lips parted, and his eyes locked into mine, "Geez, all I want to do is to fuck you like you never been fucked before, but I am so-o-o-o scared of hurting you."
"Rocky, I've lusted after you since I first saw you as a freshman entering the classroom, but I always felt you were out of my class. You swagger into the room and all the girls go crazy, I just felt you would never notice a guy like me. The jocks just hung around you in a protective circle and guys like me couldn't get close to you. So, what do we do now? Where do we go from here?"
"We go from here," and he bent down for another kiss and his hand rubbed down over my tense abs and into my pubic hair. His tongue took my mind off everything else. Geez, he could really put meaning into his kisses. He worked my lips with his, then softly kissed my chin, slid down to my neck and sucked softly as he kissed. His tongue came out and drew a wet line down to my left nipple, circled it and flicked the hard tit. His head swung to my right nipple, tongued it and then I felt a sharp pain as he nipped it with his teeth. He looked up and grinned. "Made you take notice, huh?" and he returned to flick his tongue over it and followed the channel down the middle of my abs to my groin. I heard him sniff, take a breath and then swallowed my fully inflated member that he had been massaging as he kissed his way downward.
His mouth and tongue did wonderful things to my joystick. He pulled off and began licking up and down, then back to sucking just the head and tongue licking that little sensitive flap under the bottom of the glans head. I was twisting and heaving, trying I guess to force more of my cock into him. A hand slid up my abs to my chest and fingers pulled on my nipple, squeezing and pulling it upward away from my body. I let out a long, lustful moan. I then felt pressure on my ball sack and his finger and thumb rolled each testicle between them and all the time I felt that suction on my pole of pleasure. Then he released me, and started to lick my ball sack and sucking on them. I was breathing in quick gasps and twisting writhing in pleasure.
He was back sucking on my prick, his tongue rubbing, his throat muscles squeezing my glans. I now know what they meant by ecstasy. His hand caressed my balls more firmly know, and grasping them and pulling them downward. Then I felt it, his strong fingertip caressed my ass crack, diving deeper to penetrate me. I reared up in extreme pleasure and began unloading my seed deep in his throat. He took it all and was licking me clean when I returned to find myself lying exhausted and pleasantly relaxed.
He slid his hot sweaty body up over mine. His legs outside mine, our cocks side by side between us, his arms supporting his chest above mine, his lips on mine, his tongue deep into my throat, filling my mouth, then retracting. He was fucking my mouth with his tongue.
He raised his hips and I felt his hard cock go between my legs. He raised his head and I could see the lust in his eyes, felt his breath on my face. Those lips parted and he softly uttered the words, "I want to fuck you now, lovingly, deeply, a seal between the two of us. Will you let me?"
Well, what would you have said? After what he gave me, without asking for it, what could a virile stud like me say, "Yes, fuck me, fuck me silly you hungry stud!" His arms extended and raised his body off mine, and he was kneeling between my legs, his hands on my hips. He was grinning. Looking at me with eyes of what I could only think of as LOVE. Yes, at that moment I felt he truly and deeply loved me. For once in my short life I felt that someone truly, honestly, loved me for me.
"I want to raise your legs to your chest," he said as he placed them over my head and my ass tilted upward. His mouth and tongue went down to my ass cheeks and he began kissing and licking inward. Ken had attempted to rim me in the mountains, but it just didn't happen. Rocky was more successful, having a long talented tongue. I soon felt him lick across my anal opening. He stimulated me by licking in circles and then up and down over the pucker. He stopped and put his index finger in his mouth to wet it and then applied it to my relaxed hole. He peered down at my ass as he introduced the finger and pressed inward, then when he was knuckle deep, hooked his finger behind my sphincter muscle and rotated it. WOW, what a feeling. He was looking for something, and I knew what was to come next. He found my prostate and stroked it. Mmmmm, that felt good.
I looked at him. He was fingering me with one hand, and his other was rubbing something all over his cock, and it looked wet and shiny. He knelt up and his hand guided his pecker to my hole, he leaned forward over me, between my upraised legs. He gave me that charming grin and said, "Here goes my cock into your man pussy," and he thrust forward applying steady pressure. I had learned to relax, to open and allow a hard cock or dildo to enter and stretch my sphincter muscles. I hadn't paid attention to how huge Rocky's wonder cock was, but I realized he was really stretching my asshole. He looked at me, "Yeah, Coach was right, you got yourself one tight asshole. Lar, it feels soooo good! I want to call you baby, but I know that's wrong, but stud it do feel mighty fine on my dick. You okay, feel good to you?"
"Yeah, feels good to me, too. Just put it all into me. Make me feel it deep!" and so went the bits of conversation as he pushed it in till I did feel his pubic hair. I looked down at his splayed thighs, the pubic hair behind my balls, his defined six pack and pecs with nipples standing at attention. Then he grunted, and started to withdraw, then flexed his hips to plow back into my ass. I felt hot, and looked at him, his tongue was sticking out the side of his mouth and he was concentrating on pounding my ass with a steady rhythm. It was a steady slap, slap against my ass cheeks and thighs. He was sweating and droplets had formed on his chest and were running down his treasure trail in the middle of his torso. God, he was one hot stud and he was giving his all to me. I start to meet his thrusts. My hand told me my cock was near exploding, my balls were drawn up tight, the tension in my gut confirmed the fleeting thought. I was ready, and so was he. It would be one big mutual orgasm.
"Rocky, I'm ready, I'm going to cum all over myself. Oh, keep pounding that cock to me, here it comes, oh, oh, shit it feels, ah oh ugh," and white cum shot from my dick all the way up to my chin and beyond. Rocky brought his thighs together and thrust in once deeply and I felt his cock spasm and he shot load after load deep in my guts. He collapsed over me, between my legs. My legs slid down, and he was lying on top of me. His head next to mine, he was breathing heavily.
I heard him speak into the pillow, "None of the guys on the team have ever given me a fuck like this. You are one special piece of ass and I don't ever want to lose you! After we've rested I want you to fuck me. I want your big cylinder buried deep up my guts, you hear me, I want you to plow my ass with your wonderful prick." He rose up to look at me, his face serious, his eyes searching me for an answer.
"I heard you and I'll try my best to please you. Now hug me tightly, Stud" He gave a chuckle and lay next to me, pulling my backside into him spoon style. We lay for a while with his hand caressing my chest and abs, and then I felt his steady deep breathing and we both drifted into a restful sleep.
I roused feeling something wet in my ear, sliding down my neck and sucking on my shoulder. I felt teeth press the flesh of my shoulder and I quickly returned to awake with Rocky's soft pleadings.
"Come on lover, awake! I got the hots for this hard pleasure rod to be up my ass scratching the itch up there." I realized he had stroked my cock to full hardness as I lay dreaming. I turned toward him, smiling. "That's it baby, lie on your back for me." All the time his hands were caressing up and down and around my chest and abs and down behind my back to cup and pull upward my gluts. He straddled my body and moved up forward. I opened my mouth, expecting that he wanted me to suck him again. "No, babe, I don't want a blow job, I got something else I want to do first." He pulled some lubricant from under the pillow and applied it to my cock, rubbing his palms up and down the swollen shaft, and swirling around the sensitive head. "Lar, this is called bare backing, riding the stallion, so to speak! Huh! You are just going to enjoy this ride." He rose up, place his ass over my upright cock, told me to hold it in place, and he eased on down. His asshole opened and I slid right in. His ass cheeks were on my thighs and I was completely buried up his ass. It felt warm, silky, tight. His hands were placed on my pecs and he raised his hips, my cock pulled out and I felt the coolness surround it, then he squatted down enveloping my now pulsing cock. He was right, I was enjoying it, and I guess my wide smile and closed eyes told him that. He got into a steady motion. I watch his powerful thighs flex and bulge with the movement. I thought, is that how Coach got his powerfully built thighs, how Rocky was doing it? He started sweating from the effort, and I lay there just enjoying the view. I rubbed my hand over his chest, smoothing out the beads of sweat, then bringing my palm to my mouth and licking the moisture.
He was really hutching over me, and grunting, breathing deep with the effort of servicing me. He looked at me, "I'm going to cum all over you, I'm going to shoot my man seed all over your face and chest...are you ready to get it? You want my cum all over your chest? Huh, you want that, do you, do you want my cum, cause here it comes!" and with that he leaned back and sprayed out five or six spurts at my face, while his ass ring clenched my cock and milked it. My hips rose upward and I felt myself coating his innards, my arms pressing downward on the mattress. We did it once more, a mutual orgasm. He sat on my hips, with that incredible smile on his face, breathing heavily, catching his breath, lowering his blood pressure, his face loosing the red blush, his veins returning to normal and disappearing beneath his skin. What an incredible sexy stud I had servicing me, and loving me in a way I had never known before. Amazing!
"What do we do for an encore to that?" I asked.
"We, my love bug, go get a shower and clean up. I declare you one trained elite corp member. Come with me and we can shower together...and explore some things I may have missed." He reached for my hand and arm and raised my relaxed body off his bed. I trotted after him like a little puppy, him pulling me by the hand into the bathroom. My whole body tingled in anticipation.
The bathroom, for that time, was spacious. It had a bidet as well as a commode and a claw foot tub, and a glass enclosed shower big enough for three or four people. One wall had a cabinet with three wash bowls set into it. It was tiled in gray, white and black. It was stunning. Rocky noticed my amazement. "It was Dad's idea. Some days when our schedules are tight, we are all in here at the same time. He figured with this, no one would have to wait for someone else to finish. Neat!"
"Yeah, real neat. I have to share one tub, one sink and one commode with my mom, dad, and brother...and we have to wait till the others finish. Dad likes to soak in a hot tub so we make sure we take care of any business, before he gets in there, cause it might be an hour or more!" Rocky looked at me, realized I was feeling some mental anguish and hugged me. "I'm sorry, I should have realized that this is a bit much to spring on you. I need to get a handle on myself and realize others are not as lucky to have parents like mine. Come on, let me make it up to you in the shower."
We showered, and yes, he did give me an exploratory examination on all my vitals. I did the same to him, making sure everything was soaped and cleaned. We dried with big white fluffy bath sheets. He lead me back downstairs and he heated a pizza in the oven and me with another coke and him with a beer, finished it off while staring at each other's nude bodies in lust. He looked at me as we cleaned up, and told me, "You know you can never mention what went on here tonight. Part of the code of conduct. We will have more sessions like this...I promise you that. If I know my team, some of them will want to meet with you to talk over things..." he had a dirty looking grin, "and you will want to meet with them!"
"What about Coach," I asked him.
"So, what about Coach?" He turned and reached for both hands and drew me close to him. "Coach is an adult, he can fend for himself." and softly placed a kiss on my lips, I tasted beer. "Naturally, I have to let Coach know that you have been inducted and duly put into service and that you are one of the elite squad, body and soul. If he wants you he will invite you to one of his soirees, his little gatherings of the team. Since he has had a taste of that fine tight ass of yours, I think you won't wait too long for an invitation." He looked at me and picked up on some of my doubt. "Oh, he is gentle and won't make you do anything you don't want to do. Some of the guys have only spent the night with him talking. Oops, I guess I spilled the beans there. We're not supposed to tell each other about that."
"What about you, what do you do with him?" I knew I was treading on conduct but I felt after what we had done together, he owed me the answer. He looked at me, smiled and hugged me again, close with his hands cupping my ass cheeks. We broke and he was grinning.
"You know I can't tell you that! It would be a breach of the code and if caught I'd receive a paddling from Coach and all the team. I can tell you that you'll enjoy the evening and look forward to future invitations. The food, conversation, and activities are all great and rewarding. Come on, get dressed. It's time you head for home, it's eleven o'clock and your mother will be worried that something happened. Hey, we'll work on that and maybe get permission for you to spend the weekend sometime soon!"
He slipped into his jeans, and walked me to the front door, his arm hugging me to his body. He opened the door, looked at me and said, "It has been a great evening and I really enjoyed the company. Let's do this soon and often." He quickly gave me a soft kiss and I went down the walkway on my way home.
Again, my mind swirled with unanswered questions. My cock tingled and my ass tingled and my lips missed feeling his on mine. I could still smell his aroma; I felt emotions I had never experienced before, not even with Ken. What the hell was I turning into, what the hell was I thinking, I couldn't do this, it wasn't right, but it felt right. As I walked home my hand rubbed my swollen penis in my pant leg. Shit, I was getting horned up again.
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