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Adventures of Adam Goldberg Part 12
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Adam grunted hard as he emptied his balls inside of Dan's tight ass. The slim but slightly defined Adam collapsed on top of the scrawnier and skinnier Dan as they both panted to catch their breath. Adam had lost count of all the times he had fucked Dan's mouth or ass. First it was just at the YMCA steam room. Now, Adam found himself following Dan home. Dan would tell his mom that they were going to study or play a video game, but instead, Adam would stick his joystick into one (or both) of Dan's eager holes.
The two boys laughed as they recovered. After a few moments, both had recovered enough to start getting dressed. Adam, who always felt the need to fill any silence with awkward conversation, mused about how he was dreading the Presidential fitness test in gym on Friday. "Really?" Dan said with a smirk. "You don't just see Mellor after school?" Adam was confused. When he was confused, his face screwed up in a very appealing way. "See him after school? Trust me" Adam said. "I've tried every excuse in the book. Coach Mellor still makes me humiliate myself with those pull-ups."
Dan smiled. "No, I mean SEE him after school." A blank stare from Adam. "You really don't know?" "Know what?" Adam said. "Man...I thought you would know for sure." Dan said laughing. "Coach Mellor will pass you on the Presidential Fitness Exam if you suck him off." Adam's mouth hung open. "Yeah," Dan said, nudging Adam's chin with his fist, "Just like that."
As Adam sat on the edge of Dan's messy bed, his shirt still in his hands, Dan explained that Coach Mellor had an "arrangement" with several of the guys at school. Dan didn't know how many, but he knew he wasn't the only one. It had been Dan's freshman year the first time when rather than be humiliated in front of the entire gym class, Dan had simply dropped to his knees in the equipment room and swallowed Coach Mellor's load. There was a time and place where Mellor's students would meet him if they wanted "extra credit." Adam was amazed and at the same time, he could already feel his dick getting hard again. Dan (whose ass was still warm from Adam's load), noticed Adam's fresh boner and took matters into his own hand.
The next day, Adam mulled it over all day. It wasn't really a question of wanting to. Adam was a horny teenager. He had sucked a lot of dick since Barry's. He liked it. And besides, he really didn't want to be humiliated once again at his inability to do a single pull-up. During gym class that day, Adam kept watching Coach Mellor as he yelled at Adam and his classmates. Adam was trying to suss out if he would have expected anything. But Adam couldn't tell. He admitted to himself that Coach Mellor wasn't a bad looking guy. Adam had certainly played around with much older guys at the Y. Adam decided that he would go for it. He would go to the maintenance closet after class where Dan had said Coach Mellor would be right at 4pm. And if it went sideways, Adam would just make up some excuse. That he was looking for a medicine ball or something. But still, Adam was nervous.
By 4pm, the gym was completely deserted. Adam walked around, checking out the locker room (empty) and the weight room (empty). Adam finally went to the equipment room and snuck inside. It was a large room filled with racks of basketballs, bags of baseballs, various equipment that had tortured him all through high school. The room smelled of must and sweat and something else. Cigarette smoke. Adam jumped when a disembodied voice spoke calmly from the shadows. "Are you lost, Goldfarb?"
Adam spun around to see a figure looming in the shadows. Adam could see only an outline of a person seated on barrel in the shadowy back corner. Adam couldn't see his face, but he could see the glowing orange ember of a cigarette in the figures mouth. "Oh, Coach Mellor.... I...." Adam stammered. Nervous and now a little scared, he thought about abandoning the whole thing. His sentence trailed off. Mellor, who seemed cool and collected, slowly drew on his smoke before taking it from his mouth and exhaling slowly. The silence was deafening. "I said are you lost, Goldfarb?" Coach Mellor always got Adam's name wrong. He wondered if that was on purpose to throw him off. "Uh, no coach....I....uh...." Another long pause. "Spit it out Goldfarb." Mellor slowly took another draw and let Adam squirm.
"Uh....the Presidential Fitness test is Friday. And I was talking to Dan.....and he said that he didn't have to take the test....because you gave him....extra credit." Adam half expected Mellor to explode out of his seated position or stammer or yell or deny, but Mellor did none of those things. Instead he took another slow draw from his smoke and said, "You know, you boys shouldn't be talking about that." Adam's blood ran cold. Was Coach mad? "Uh...I know Coach.....he made me swear not to tell anyone. He was just trying to help me out.....uh....I mean....get you to help me out."
Another pause. Another drag. After this one, Mellor smashed his cigarette out on the metal shelf next to where he was seated. "And Dan....he told you what `extra credit' involved?" Adam thought for a moment about hitting the door, running him, packing a bag, riding the rails.....but instead he finally managed to nod as he almost whispered, "yeah." A pause. A long one. Adam thought maybe he was about to get into trouble, but then Mellor said, "come over here."
Adam looked around nervously and satisfied that they were alone, Adam stepped gingerly into the shadows. In the lower light, Adam could see Mellor's face at last. It held no expression. Then Adam looked down at Mellor's lap. Adam was shocked to see that Mellor's tight short gym shorts were already unzipped and his long, thick cock was already hard. While Coach Mellor had been smoking with his left hand, he had been gently tugging his hard dick with his right. The entire time he had been talking to Adam, he had been softly beating off. Adam felt his own dick twinge at the sight. Mellor was also huge. Mellor was as big as Adam, maybe even bigger. Adam had never seen anyone as big as his own dick. It was shocking.
"You sure you want to do this Goldfarb?" Mellor said softly. There was just a hint of compassion in his voice. Adam opened his mouth to speak, but only a squeak came out. Adam couldn't look away from Mellor's cock. Instead he just nodded. Another pause. "Then let's do it. Haven't got all day."
Adam finally looked up to Mellor's face. "Take a knee." Mellor said quietly. But it was clearly an order, not a suggestion. Adam got on his knees on the dusty floor. Mellor stood and simultaneously pushed his shorts down to his mid thigh. His massive dong swung out in front of him (reminding Adam of the way his own swung). Mellor's huge balls hung low beneath. Adam was about to gently grasp the cock the way he had so many times with Barry before. But instead, Mellor put each of his big hands on either side of Adam's face. Mellor's hands were rough and felt hot on Adam's face. Mellor eased forward and pushed the head of his cock into Adam's open mouth. Adam instinctively closed his lips around the Coach's thick cock head as Mellor held Adam's head in place and slowly began to move in and out.
Adam was afraid that the Coach was going to be rough and fucking his mouth the way that Barry had done so many times. This was also something that more than one guy at the Y had asked Adam to do to them before. But instead, the Coach was surprisingly gentle. The Coach was fully aware of his size and that most mouths couldn't handle so much cock with a lot of speed or force. Instead, the Coach held Adam's head firmly in place but gently slid his hard dick a couple inches in before withdrawing and repeating the process. The Coach's balls were a little sweaty, but the smell and taste was very appealing to Adam. But in no time at all, just as Adam was starting to get the hand of it, he heard the Coach start to pant. He knew what this meant. Adam didn't really want to pull away, but if he had, the tight grip on his face made it impossible. With no escape, Adam just stared up at the Coach as the cock in his mouth exploded. Adam felt the thick, hot goo slam against the back of his throat. His mouth quickly filled and he reflexively swallowed. It was more cum than Adam had ever experienced before and he ended up having to swallow three times before the Coach finally finished. The Coach had been quiet the entire time except to grunt softly. The Coach looked down to Adam for the first time since they had started. Adam's eyes were watering. The Coach's thick cock still filled his mouth. "Clean it off." The Coach said quietly as he released Adam's head. Adam, confused for just a moment, gently moved his head up and down on the Coach's cock, licking away any last remnants of jizz. When the Coach was finally satisfied, he stepped back, allowing his cock to slide out of Adam's mouth. Adam gasped quietly, catching his breath. As the Coach pulled up his shorts and zipped them, he commented, "Good job Goldfarb....Good hustle." Adam, at a loss for anything else to say as he rose from the floor, dusting off the knees of his jeans finally whispered, "Thanks Coach."
There was another moment of silence before Adam, suddenly feeling awkward again, turned to leave. From behind him he heard the Coach said, "Congratulations Goldfarb..." Adam turned, a confused look once more on his face. "For what?" Adam finally replied. The Coach smiled, though Adam couldn't really see it in the shadows. But Adam could tell he was smiling from the sound of his voice. "For what? For passing the Presidential Fitness Exam of course."