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---------------------------------------- Becoming a Rugby Bitch, Part 20 C. Charlie - cosmic709@yahoo.com cceroticstories.blogspot.com charliessmut.tumblr.com ----------------------------------------
Some time after Coach Perry left, Ryder and Tyler woke up laying naked together. Ryder pushed his body against Tyler's warm skin. "What do you think will happen to him?"
"Bates? The Coach will go to work on him." Tyler said. "Make him into one of his boys. You saw the way Bates begged for dick. It won't take much to turn him completely."
"I never would have thought . . ."
"Me either." Tyler said. "But it was there. Lots of guys get off on submitting. The Coach is an expert at getting them to see it."
"I'd probably still be banging chicks and trying to figure myself out if it wasn't for him."
"Yeah." Tyler said softly. "You know, the Coach is probably going to ignore you for a while. He's got a new toy now."
"I kind of figured."
"I'll take care of you." He paused. "Really, I'm going to try. I get it now. I get why the coach likes to dominate you, and I think I get why you like it."
Ryder reached down and grabbed Tyler's soft cock. "You wanna prove it."
Tyler groaned. "I'm kind of spent babe. Just lay here with me."
He pulled Ryder into him and kissed him softly. They stayed that way for most of the afternoon.
For the next few days, Ryder and Tyler didn't interact much. For the first time in his life, Ryder felt like he needed a break from sex. He'd been face-fucked, ass-fucked, and done some fucking himself. He was ready for a rest. Tyler seemed to feel the same way, and the coach was busy filling Bates' guts with cum. While Ryder used to be the guy to slink off after practice into the coach's office, he now noticed that Bates would mysteriously disappear from the locker-room. As hot as it all sounded, he was happy that he wasn't the servicing the coach.
On Thursday evening Tyler texted him and asked if he wanted to go for a run. He put on his gear and met Tyler near his house. They ran out of town and then along a trail near the local river. The trail was infrequently used and sat about twenty feet from the wooded shore. Tyler pushed the pace the whole way down, and by the time they were along the river, both men were sweating through their clothes.
Tyler let Ryder run in front of him when the trail narrowed. As he watched Ryder's perfect ass bounce in front of him, his dick swelled up. He couldn't remember being hard during a run in the past. But now his cock kept bending against his shorts, and it was clear that he was in trouble. The twin globes of Ryder's muscular backside were framed by his running shorts. The middle of his shirt was dark with sweat, and Tyler imagined the stream of salty sweat running down between the cheeks. His mind drifted to thoughts about licking it up and preparing his ass for a solid fucking in the weeds.
He stopped. Ryder turned, looked at him quizzically, and said, "You tired?"
Tyler walked toward him panting. "Your fucking ass has me so hot." he said, "I've been staring at it for half a mile. I'm hard as a rock babe."
"Sorry."
Tyler wrapped his hand around the back of Ryder's head and pulled him in for a kiss. Ryder allowed himself to be manipulated, and as he got close, he was overwhelmed by the heat and smell of Tyler's body It had been amplified by the run. He smelled fresh and manly.
Ryder purred softly against Tyler's neck. Tyler grabbed him by the hair and pushed him into his armpit. Ryder quickly began to suck the wet, salty hair. He ran his tongue along every inch of torso exposed by the muscle shirt.
Tyler moaned, "It's been a while."
Ryder pulled away. "Too long. Race you to my bedroom?"
"Fuck that." Tyler snarled. "I'm going to do you in the dirt."
Ryder took a few steps away from him, and Tyler moved forward. Ryder stepped back again.
"Ty, we could get caught, man." Ryder said as his boyfriend advanced on him. He took a few more steps back.
Tyler stopped. "You've been fucked in front of crowds of dudes. You scream so loud when I'm fucking you that everyone in my building knows when you're taking it. You honestly expect me to believe that you care about getting caught?"
"Yeah, but Ty, this is like, really public. We're outside."
"Maybe some lucky jogger will get a good show." Tyler said. "Now get over here and lick my sweaty pits, babe."
Ryder looked at him reluctantly. This was too exposed for him.
"Now." Tyler growled.
Ryder went from zero to rock hard almost instantaneously. Before he knew it, Tyler had stepped into him and grabbed him by the back of his neck. He pushed Ryder under his arm and slammed his face into his wet flesh.
Ryder licked from the bottom of Tyler's pit up across his triceps. Sweat was running down Tyler's skin, and he tasted salty. He started to move to the other pit, but Tyler grabbed him by his neck.
"On your knees."
Ryder looked around to see if anyone was coming. Tyler didn't wait and pushed him down into the dirt.
"You're much more obedient with Coach Perry." He observed.
Lots of practice, Ryder thought. With the coach any reluctance was met with punishment or force. Thus far Tyler had always responded to reluctance by backing down. Today, though, he seemed intent to take what he wanted.
Ryder slid down into the dirt. Rocks cut into his knees, and it was impossible to get comfortable. He grimaced as he moved around. Tyler cradled the back of his head and pulled him into his junk. Ryder's comfort was not on his list of priorities.
Ryder breathed in the hot, moist air surrounding Tyler's hard dick. He smelled fresh, like sweat and clean air. There wasn't a hint of body odor, just the pure smell of his man. He mouthed the shaft of Ty's dick through his compression shorts. Tyler moaned and played with his hair. They were still in the middle of the main trail, and anyone who walked up would see what they were doing.
"Take off your clothes, Josh." Tyler said.
Ryder pulled off his shirt and then went back to playing with Tyler's cock. Tyler's fingers dug into his hair and twisted. "All of them."
"Are you going to?" Ryder asked. The idea of being naked in public was less worrisome if there was another person doing it.
Tyler rolled his eyes. "Just strip down."
Ryder stood up and pulled his running shorts and briefs off. He bent down to unlace his shoes, but Tyler stopped him. "Leave the shoes on. They're kind of sexy."
Ryder's hard dick jutted out in front of him, tapping out the beat of his heart. The initial thrill and rush of stripping down had been replaced by a feeling of euphoria and excitement. It felt good to be naked outside. It was both free and subversive.
Tyler dragged a finger over his shoulder and down to his nipple. He circled it lightly before grabbing onto Ryder's pec and massaging the flesh. There was a slight breeze blowing, and Ryder's skin had tightened in the cool air. He leaned in and kissed him, drawing his tongue over Ryder' jaw as their mouths parted. Then his hand drifted to Ryder's neck, and he pushed him downward.
Ryder was enthralled by Tyler's demeanor. He was assertive, sweaty, and a little kinky. His passion was overwhelming, and it took very little to make him submit. His knees gave way and he fell into the dirt. The outline of Tyler's massive rod outlined made it clear what happened next.
He pulled down Ty's running shorts. He wore a pair of white compression shorts underneath. His dick was held back by the spandex fabric and pressed against his thigh. Ryder licked along the bottom of the shaft, and then sucked at the tip. He worked it with his tongue, knowing that the fabric would dull the sensations just enough to get Tyler worked up.
Tyler grabbed onto his head and pushed him downward. His nuts were outlined, sitting like two eggs under the obscene bulge of his cock. Ryder licked at them, chasing them around. Tyler pushed him further between his legs and finally turned around. The back of his shorts were wet with sweat, and his ass crack was clearly visible through the drenched fabric. Ryder mashed his face into Ty's ass, going to work like he'd never done before.
The shorts were wet, soaking wet, and they slid across Ryder's face as he dove toward Tyler's hole. He knew he wouldn't actually get to it, but he wanted Tyler to know that he was trying. He sucked the salty sweat into his mouth, tasting the testosterone and energy of his man. His face was buried between Tyler's cheeks, and Tyler pressed back against him. Then Tyler grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back to his feet.
Ryder stood in front of him naked. A strand of precum dripped from his cock to the ground, glistening in the light. Tyler ran his finger over the oozing tip and brought it to his mouth. He smiled and then pumped Ryder's cock a few times.
"I thought you were worried about getting caught?" he said.
"That was before I planted my face in your sweaty ass." Ryder replied.
"I thought you weren't into this sort of thing." He leaned in and kissed Ryder full on the lips. He could smell and taste his own sweaty, salty body on Ryder's face. He pulled away, "We're both fucking drenched in sweat. This is insane."
"This is the hottest thing you've ever done." Ryder said. Then he grabbed onto Tyler's cock. "Let's go home, and I'll take care of this."
Tyler kissed Ryder again. As he pulled away he bit down on Ryder's lower lip and yanked on it. "We're not going anywhere."
"I could make out with you all day, Ty," Ryder said as he massaged Tyler's eight inch cock through his shorts, "but I really want some of this."
"Then take it." he said.
Ryder moaned and continued to neck with Tyler.
"Now." Tyler said sternly. He pulled down the front of his shorts and his cock popped up. His pubes were damp and the tip of his purple glans was slick with sweat and precum. "You're not going to back out of sucking my dick after you dug into my ass like that."
Ryder was so horny that he was literally going out of his mind. He immediately sucked Tyler's cock into his mouth and swallowed it whole. The thick shaft sank into his throat and his face was soon buried in his man's junk. He pulled off and wiped the spit off his chin.
"Can we at least go off the trail a little?"
"I can't believe you're afraid of being seen."
"Easy for you to say," Ryder said. "You've got clothes on."
"Alright" Tyler groaned. He tossed his arm around Ryder, putting him into a headlock, and dragged him off the trail.
The trail ran along high ground along the river. They clambered down a six foot hill and walked to a sandy bank covered with trees. Ryder relaxed. He seemed to think that they wouldn't be seen, but Tyler knew that anyone who bothered to look would be able to watch. They weren't in heavy cover, and the wooded area with scattered rocks and open spaces between trees almost seemed more exposed.
Tyler shoved Ryder against a tree. "You're so fucking sexy. Hair all messed up, hard cock, erect nipples, muscles pumped up" Tyler drew a finger over his lips. "Fucking perfect."
Tyler moved his mouth to Ryder's chest. Ryder had filled out during his freshman year and he had big, fleshy pecs. Tyler bit down into one of them, softly at first, teasing the skin, and then plunging into the flesh. Ryder winced and pulled away. Teeth marks popped up and turned red.
Before Ryder could say anything, Tyler started to kiss him, pushing his tongue deep into Ryder's mouth. Soon they broke away, kissing at each other's necks. Ryder moved to Tyler's earlobe and sucked it. Then, without warning, he bit down a little. Tyler groaned and laughed.
"Two strong guys like us, if the sex gets rough it will get really rough."
Ryder bit into his neck. "No breaking bones. No drawing blood."
"Deal." Tyler said.
Ryder slid down to his knees and swallowed Tyler's cock. He worked it for a minute before sucking Ty's balls into his mouth. He loved the way testicles rolled around under the thin skin of a guy's scrotum. He mouthed them and let them slip out from between his lips. Then he pushed up under Tyler's sack, and licked along his taint.
"You want my asshole, babe?" Tyler said as he yanked on Ryder's hair.
Ryder pushed forward and nearly knocked Tyler off balance. Tyler took a step back and then turned and braced himself against a tree. He stepped out of his shorts and thrust his ass backwards toward Ryder. His cheeks were muscular and had a little bit of hair on them. His deep crack opened up and Ryder caught a glimpse of his tight asshole. It twitched a little, begging him.
He plunged in, locking his mouth over Tyler's tight hole and running his tongue around it. Then he licked upwards, into the small of his back. Salty sweat was trickling down Tyler's body, and Ryder licked up every drop. He massaged the cheeks and ran his hands over Tyler's glutes. Under the pressure of the oral assault, Tyler pushed back against him, groaning loudly.
"Fucking eat that ass, boy." Tyler yelled.
Ryder pulled away, "Ty . . ."
"You get your mouth back on my hole, or everyone within a mile is going to hear me screaming."
"Fuck," Ryder groaned half from pleasure, half from nervousness.
Tyler cooed softly as Ryder rimmed him. While he liked the thrill of fucking around in public, he didn't want to get caught if for no other reason than they would have to interrupt some of the hottest sex they'd had in a long time. Tyler could only remember one other time that he'd been this aggressive with Josh.
When he was satisfied, he turned around and ran a hand through Ryder's hair. The younger jock engulfed his cock before he had a chance to make his next move. He stepped forward, pushing Ryder's head back and slowly squatting down over him. Ryder, trying to keep his mouth on Tyler's dick, allowed himself to be pushed onto his back.
He laid in the sandy dirt, and Tyler turned over. Then, suddenly, Tyler's hot mouth was on his dick.
To say that Tyler gave him a blow-job would have been a serious understatement. He devoured Ryder's junk, first sucking on the head of his cock, and then moving to his balls, his thighs, and the bottom of his stomach. He licked every inch, bit the skin, and pulled on his pubes. When he finally got his mouth back onto Ryder's dick, Ryder was so boned up he thought he would cum on the spot.
"Babe, babe, Ty." Ryder groaned, "Slow down."
Tyler pulled his mouth away. His cock had long since fallen out of Ryder's mouth, and it hung above his face, dripping precum onto the bridge of his nose.
"Jesus." Ryder panted, "That was insane."
"You don't want me to take you all the way?" Tyler asked.
Ryder shook his head against Tyler's thigh.
"What are you waiting for?"
Ryder groaned and let his head fall back. "For you to fuck me."
"Fuck you?" Tyler laughed. "A minute ago you were worried about sucking my dick."
Tyler lifted Ryder's legs and ran his tongue across the smooth hole. "You need my cock, babe?"
He put his mouth back on Ryder's hole and rimmed him, circling the muscle and plunging in.
"Yes." Ryder wheezed, worried that he might cum just from Tyler's tongue on his asshole. "Please, Ty."
Tyler knelt between his legs and lifted his ass into the air. He spread the cheeks wide open and slapped one. His hand landed with a dull thud. Ryder had a fine ass, but it was muscle not fat. It was a man's ass, and that was what turned Tyler on.
"You've got a fine ass, babe. Best ever." Tyler said.
Ryder ran his tongue down Tyler's furry thigh. "I know."
Tyler slapped him hard. His red hand print glowed on Josh's skin. "Don't get cocky with me, or I'll make you run home without your prize. You'll have to run with a boner all the way."
"What makes you think I'll be hard?"
"You're a horny bastard, that's what." Tyler gazed at Ryder's hole again and imagined its heat and tightness around his cock. "Fuck." he groaned and then dove back in. He ran his hands through Ryder's legs and around his thighs. He pulled Ryder back toward him, pressing his face forward into the hot, wet flesh.
Ryder started to whine a little under the assault. His voice got higher. It was something that he couldn't help. Tyler pulled away. "If anybody finds us, they're going to be surprised to see that you're a guy."
"Fuck you." Ryder said.
Tyler shoved a finger into Ryder's ass. He didn't have any lube, and the entry was rough. He pulled it out and spit on Ryder's hole before shoving back in. Ryder gasped.
"You sure you're going to be able to take me raw babe?"
"I've taken bigger without lube."
"Once I start, I'm not going to stop. Even if you beg me."
Ryder wanted to say something cocky, but Tyler shoved a second finger into his body before he had a chance to speak. His hole burned as Tyler pushed in. He wasn't so sure he would be able to take Tyler after all.
Then he got an idea and grabbed his dick. He was so horny that he was cumming before Tyler even noticed what he was doing. Josh's cock pulsed and he shot a big, gloppy load all over his stomach. It was a solid four ropes of thick cum, hot, thick, and stringy.
Ryder panted as Tyler fucked him hard with his fingers and bit down on his fleshy ass cheeks. When his orgasm ended he sighed, "There's your lube."
"Jokes on you." Tyler said. "Now you're not going to get off while I fuck you."
Ryder grabbed his hard dick and pulled it away from his body. It slapped back against his abs. "I think I'll be ok."
Tyler grabbed onto Ryder's dick and pulled it toward his mouth. He licked the last drop of cum off the tip. "You're pretty worked up, huh?"
"You weren't trying to get me horned up when you started to rim me?"
"I've got mad skills."
"Just fuck me Ty. Come on." Ryder begged. He squeezed Tyler's thick bicep.
Tyler ran his hand through the cum on Ryder's gut. Then he told Ryder to flip over. He rubbed the head of his hard cock up and down over Ryder's hole. He drooled onto the twitching ring of muscle one last time and pushed the saliva in with his finger. Then he ran his cum-slicked hand over Ryder's back and grabbed his shoulder. "You ready?"
"Fuck me, babe."
Tyler plunged forward. The cum wasn't enough, and Ryder felt like he was being torn in half. He yelped loudly and tried to pull away. One muscular hand came down on his shoulder and held him tight while another covered his mouth. He yelled into Tyler's palm as Tyler pushed into him. He felt like it would never end, and then finally Tyler's hot breath was on his neck. "I'm all the way in, babe. You ok?"
Ryder caught his breath and then nodded. Tyler withdrew some of his dick, mixing the cum, spit, and sweat, and then pushed back in. It hurt, but not as badly as it did at first. After that, Tyler fucked him quickly, anxious to get off. All of the build-up made the sex hotter, but much shorter.
As Tyler placed his weight on top of Ryder, Ryder struggled to stay on his knees. Tyler sensed it, but liked the fact that he was pushing Ryder into the rough sand. He moved his legs between Ryder's and pushed his knees apart, putting more weight on his shoulders and wrists. Then he wrapped his arms around Ryder's arms and gradually pushed them apart.
Ryder sunk into the ground, and Tyler's heavy body pressed him down. His sweaty torso was pushed into the sand as was his leaking cock. Tyler ground him body into the dirt and then pulled his head aside. "Is this what you wanted when you told me to be dirtier?"
Ryder groaned as Tyler's cock punched into him, "Something like this."
Tyler pulled Ryder's head back further and then pushed his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth. He made out with him while humping his ass furiously, hammering it with everything he had. Ryder groaned like a bitch and that only turned him on more. He felt Ryder's asshole pulsing rhythmically and heard his breathing become quick and short.
"Are you going to cum babe?" Tyler asked.
Ryder nodded. He wanted to get a hand to his dick, but couldn't. Tyler still had his wrists pinned down.
"No hands." Tyler whispered. "Just my cock," he slammed forward, "destroying your ass."
"Oh god yes." Ryder said.
"Do it, babe." Tyler grunted, "Shoot your load."
"I'm so close."
"Get there now cause I'm going to breed your ass." Tyler said, "Cum with me."
Tyler pumped forward a few more times. His dick was buried deep inside Ryder's ass, and each thrust made Ryder grunt loudly. Then finally Tyler unloaded.
Ryder felt the hot cum flood his insides as Tyler's body stiffened and held him tight. The feeling of Tyler's strong muscles throbbing against his sides was enough to get him off and he started to blow his load into the sand.
Tyler pressed into him, and shoved his body into the dirt. He pushed down on Ryder's chest and then moved his hand to the back of his head. He didn't realize that Ryder, breathing heavily, was getting a mouth full of sand. He was deep in the thrall of his own orgasm and almost unaware of what he was doing. When he finished cumming, he ground into Ryder one last time before pulling out. He stood up.
"Fuck, babe." Tyler yelled, "So fucking hot."
Ryder turned and looked up at Tyler. His chest bulged as he breathed deeply, and his skin was shining with sweat.
Tyler advanced on him, his dick bobbing with each step. He grabbed Ryder by the shoulders and pulled him to his feet. Then he wrapped his arms around him and kissed him deeply. There chests pressed into each other, the sweat and sand forming a thin layer of mud on their bodies. When Tyler pulled away a drop of sweat rolled off of Ryder's forehead, leaving a trail through the dust on his face.
"C'mon," Tyler said, "Let's go home."
"I'm covered in dirt."
"Me too. We'll probably have to shower together." He winked and squeezed Ryder's cock a few times. Then they put on their clothes and jogged home.
For the first time in months, Ryder walked into Coach Perry's office fully clothed. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt instead of sweaty gym gear or less. As he opened the door there was a quick shuffle. The coach sat hunched over his desk, leaning forward.
Ryder recognized the position. "You getting blown coach?"
"You're busted." Perry said. He reached between his legs and grabbed Bates' hair. He shoved him backwards, and Bates fell flat on his ass. He had a collar around his neck and all of his body hair was gone.
"A collar?" Ryder asked.
"He seems to like it." The coach said. "He didn't like losing his hair, though. Bitch, show him how I convinced you to give up your hair."
Bates turned around. There were long, red welts across his back. He'd been whipped with a belt or something.
"Bitch, how many lashes did it take before you came in your pants?"
"Fourteen sir." Bates said.
Perry turned towards Ryder, "He gets off on pain. I don't like hitting my boys, but he needs it. You were so well behaved by comparison."
Ryder recalled his resistance, first toward the coach and then to the idea that he was gay. He wondered if Bates was going through the same confusion. It took Ryder a while to figure out what he really wanted and who he really was.
"So this is why you're not texting me?" Ryder asked.
"Hey, if you ever want my dick you just have to ask." Perry said, "I figured you and Tyler would want some alone time, and I have a new toy to keep me busy."
"That's why I came by," Ryder said as he sat down. "We kind of want it to just be us for awhile. You know, to sort of settle into each other."
"Monogamy?" Perry grinned, "And you came to ask my permission?" he turned to Bates, "See that, bitch, this a well trained fag. He falls in love, and he still comes to his man to ask for permission."
Bates glared at Ryder. Contempt and anger flashed across his face.
Perry turned to Ryder. "I'll leave you alone, for now." he said, "But I can't promise that I won't jump your bones in the locker room when I see that fine ass bounce by."
"Deal." Ryder said. He paused, glancing down at Bates.
"Bitch, go wait outside my door." Perry said to Bates.
"But Coach anyone could walk by." Bates said. His voice was whiny. All the authority and superiority was gone.
Perry kicked Bates hard in the thigh. Then he pointed to the door. "Now." he growled.
Bates jumped to his feet and ran out. His muscles were more visible now. If anything, he looked hotter without his body hair.
When the door slammed shut, Perry smiled at Josh. "You've got something else to say?"
"Uh, yeah, Coach." Ryder started. He paused. "I guess I wanted to thank you."
"I know I've got a nice dick, but you don't have to thank me."
"C'mon. You know it was a lot more than that. Like, with Tyler, and everything, it would have taken me a long time to get there on my own."
"You would have gotten there." Perry observed. "You just needed a little push."
"It was sort of a big push," Ryder said. He blushed as he remembered the way the coach manhandled him early on.
"Tyler taking care of you?" the Coach asked.
"Yeah. Everything's good there."
"You like him a lot, huh?"
"Yeah, Coach. I like him a lot." Ryder observed, "I'm still figuring out how to do the relationship thing."
"He's a good guy."
A minute of silence passed. Then the coach shifted in his seat. He pushed back from the desk, and his mammoth cock came into view. Precum oozed from his slit and puddled up on the seat.
"OK. Well, either you need to take care of this or you should take off and I'll give it to my new dog."
"As good as it looks, I'll let him have it."
Ryder walked out of the door. One part of his life was ending, with some relief, and he was looking forward to the next part. Bates was standing in the hallway with his hands in front of his junk. The coach whistled, and Bates reluctantly walked toward Perry's office. Just before he left the building, Ryder heard the Coach yell loudly, "On your knees, dog." Ryder walked out with a smile.
THE END
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