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It had been an enjoyable enough night, but without any luck- scoring wise. I was with a group of mates, all my peers in age, at the club. Having left the club we split up and went our separate ways. I had resigned myself to the probability of a lonely bed as I tramped off homewards through the drizzle soaked and cold backstreets.
Wandering in a beer fuelled daze, suppressing my frustrated mojo as it smouldered, I was taken by surprise by a tug on my collar and a familiar voice;
"Alright coach. This could be your lucky night"
I stopped, my heart frozen with shock and the first sparks of carnal excitement. That voice! I knew instantly who it belonged to! It was Khal, the hot twunk who had joined the judo class I give at the community centre a few weeks ago. He was the only one who insisted on referring to me as coach, which gave me a laugh. But he was also scorchingly hot; 20, thin and lightly toned, a beautiful lad of middle eastern heritage. I definitely thirsted for him. I had thought I'd successfully hidden that during sessions, but obviously he had my number. I swung around in delight and awe to see him standing just there in the shadow of some backdoor or other on this deserted dark lane.
"Hey, Khal! What's up?... didn't expect to..."
I wasn't allowed to finish. Khal had stepped forward, pressing right into me and grabbing my package through my jeans. His warm breath stank of vodka.
"Yeah, coach. Whatever. I know where you were and what you're like. I know what you want, too. It's not like I'm into you or anything. I mean, I like dick too but you're like, not my type. But I do like to play around with your sort, you know. I know you want this hot young arse badly don't you? Well, I'm looking for a place tonight and your gonna supply. Maybe in return I'll let you get a whiff of my boy meat and fresh tight asshole. What you say?"
What could I say! I was stunned and more than enthused! "Sure, Khal! Just follow me!" I blurted out.
Well, by the time we reached my place I my manhood was already dripping loads. Immediately having entered my apartment, he sat back on the sofa, legs spread wide, and began playing with his phone.
"Get me a drink. Get your clothes off and get on your knees coach" he ordered. I complied to the letter.
Now, butt naked and having furnished him with a drink, I knelt before him. He drank and barely seemed to notice me. I was aching now for a piece of him. "Good dog" he finally said putting down his phone and grinning at me with his incredibly cute, nay, beautiful boyish face. "doggy wanna sniff my butt-hole? Beg."
Again I complied. The lad had me in the palm of his hands. I'd do anything for him at this stage. I assumed the doggy begging posture. He groaned in mock displeasure, stood up, and yanked down his pants revealing.... he was wearing his jock-strap! Good fuck! This boy knew exactly what I liked. I could see that he'd played this game before.
His firm, sallow arse cheeks were smooth, the lightest tuft of black hair barely visible from his crack. I plunged in. I had barely begun to slake my hunger for this hot boy-hole when a slap across my face interrupted. He turned, holding my face between his hands, glaring down at me.
"open!" he commanded. I obeyed. He spat down.
"i just wanna let doggy know that he may be in charge in class n'shit, but here, now, he's just little doggy-...with a pathetic doggy dick!" he laughed pointing at my rock hard schlong.
Pathetic? I thought not! I've never been ashamed of my tackle. Nor my arse. What was he on about? Then I was rudely made aware of my inadequacy compared to what he was packing -- a veritable monster!
He pulled down his jock, exposing a magnificent, massive boy tool, half hard. I instantly felt both humiliated and incredibly excited.
"That's what a real man looks like, dog. But, wait...I wanna have a good look at your excuse for a dong. Stay in position"
He stripped off his pants, leaving on his jock and went around my rear. I was still on all fours of course. He playfully (though stingingly) spanked my arse as he leant down to look between my legs at my goods.
"ha!" he mocked as he reached through and grabbed my package tightly. I yelped!
"arggghhh!! Please... don't ...awhhh!!" I moaned.
Chuckling, he let go and came back around front. "Well, I know doggy wants my arsehole. But my arsehole wants something too. Is doggy a dirty dog? Yeah, sure he is! Well, I'm gonna take a dump and doggy is gonna beg me for it!"
Now, I most definitely am not into scat. Not at all. But this lad had taken me to the edge so expertly that I literally would have done anything. Fortunately for me, his threat to use me as a jax was just play. Instead he squatted, thrusting his arse into my face and allowed we whack off as I feasted on his hot, stinky hole. He himself was jerking off to a twink porn magazine he'd found on my shelves. He taunted me as he did so-
"so coach...I mean, doggy likes beautiful lads! How lucky he is right now! He's got his face in the arse of a real fit young stud and doesn't have to beat himself off to pics of these guys!"
Of course, I could have mentioned to him that when I was his age, I too had been a prize twink with guys drooling over my bod. But why bother. I was enjoying this role reversal game. And despite his teasing, so was he! He shot ropes of hot spunk over the sofa as I did likewise on the floor. We ended up in each others arms in bed. A blissful, fulfilling night.
And, too my surprise, he has continued to show up in class..
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