Coach Bill

By Shutup NZ

Published on Dec 15, 2022

Gay

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Brennan was already waiting in my office after the game. He was standing alone and almost jumped out of his skin when I slammed the door shut behind us.

I walked around him, looking him over. His white sports uniform was grass-stained and ragged. His backside was scuffed with dirt, and his bare knees were grazed. Through his efforts and my training, his team had won, but that did not mean the end of his training.

"I need my cock sucked, Brennan. Get on your knees."

"But sir, our team won. I thought-"

"I know you won. You did well today, but we must continue your training to ensure your success continues. Sucking my cock isn't a punishment, Brennan." He did as he was told without further protesting, kneeling on his dirty knees and looking up at me expectantly.

"I thought you might have given me the day off from having to do this. For winning, sir."

"No, Brennan, a day off means slipping back into old habits." I pulled out my sweaty cock, my hefty balls tumbling out right in front of his face. My crotch scent would have hit him like a brick wall--my grimy, unwashed sack now just inches from his face. The last time he had seen my cock, it was unceremoniously pissing inside his asshole. That was three days ago, and I hadn't washed it since. Brennan looked a little queasy looking at it again now, hesitantly opening his maw.

As I placed a hand on the crown of his head for control, Brennan sucked one final lungful of air through his nostrils as I pushed my cock into his mouth. Brennan knew that when I pissed, I would let it rest inside his mouth, but when I needed to cum, I pushed it in deep. With a firm grip, I stuffed it all the way in, his throat stretching to accommodate my size. As per usual, his mouth made curious sucking and slurping sounds as I inserted myself, his throat doing its best to adjust for my invasion. This hole was was so hot and tight to fuck.

I could still remember the first day I started training Brennan to suck my cock. Every boy I've trained has been different, and every boy has a different level of aversion to sucking a man's cock. Some of the boys I trained had already sucked off a friend's or relative's cock by the time they reached me, but for Brennan, I was his very first. He baulked at the notion when I told him what would be expected, but it didn't take him long to come around. How something as pretty as him had avoided having a dick in his mouth for so many years was beyond me.

Just like when I got him to sniff my ass finger, I gave him a choice. Rather than sticking my cock straight into him and risking it getting bit off, I started out slow. I started by having him huff my mansweat-soaked jockstrap for a few days, then graduated to having him inhale the front or the seat of my boxers. Once he was docile with that, I sent him home with a pair, with the instruction to leave them on his face while he slept. Over the following weeks, his body learned to accept my smells and stinks; these small steps would make the later stages of him directly sniffing my cock or ass so much easier.

Once he was fully comfortable with my underwear, I introduced him to my naked cock. The first time he saw it, he was agape at its size, even when I was soft. Not only did the sight of my massive penis in his face shock him, but I think it was the stale sweat around my balls and dried cum on my shaft that made it special. With my purple glans staring him in the face, I carefully edged it into his mouth; his pure, clean body had never been subjected to something so revolting. First I had him just suckle the head, and then I began to push more and more into his mouth.

I didn't start humping his face right away, as he was having a hard enough time just having my filthy cock in his mouth. With the texture and mind games of having a man's penis in his mouth, he kept gagging on it, especially when I pushed it towards the back of his mouth. It was like his body was repelling my cock, like it was disgusted at having something so dirty inside of him.

We used breathing exercises for him to get used to it. I simply push my cock into his mouth and leave it there. I would fill his mouth with it for him to get used to, laying it over his tongue and bulging his cheeks. I left it in there for longer and longer periods, letting him learn the size and weight of it inside him.

We hit a snag around the 30 second mark, with Brennan's natural defences constantly kicking in and attempting to push me away. Brennan tried his best to fight this urge, but he just couldn't help but try to push it off with his hands.

Eventually he agreed to having his arms tied behind his back, leaving me to use my cock on him as I saw fit. Without the use of his hands, I would hold his head, and he would trust that I would release him when he needed air again. Using this method, I found he could go twice as long as he could before, and I could push my cock much, much deeper inside him. I was able to cram more of my cock into him than any other boy, even fitting my entire length into his actual throat. The feeling of his whole throat contracting rather than only his mouth sucking also brought me new levels of pleasure.

--

Returning to the present and looking down, I could see Brennan's face had turned a little blue. I pulled my long cock out of him, his body coughing and sputtering as his lungs finally refilled, his throat slime clinging to my shaft.

"You lasted nearly 2 minutes that time, Brennan. Well done."

"Thank you, sir." Brennan croaked. "I thought you were never going to take it out!"

"Don't be absurd; you just need to take bigger breaths. Just because my cock stinks down there, doesn't mean you shouldn't fill your lungs with it."

"Yes sir..."

"Take another lungful; I'm not done yet." Brennan pressed his nose against the middle of my sack and breathed in hard, inhaling my damn sack air. "Good. Now open up."

I tipped his head up again, and Brennan dropped his mouth, letting me stuff my cock into his steamy hole again. Brennan's lips trembled as I pushed my cock back into the hilt, his lips stretching thinly around my girth. His body gurgled and slopped as I fucked him from the front end, my heavy balls smacking against his chin as I gave him all I had. Looking down at his shorts, I noticed his horny young cock was tenting, dashing any hopes he had of saying he didn't enjoy the rough treatment as much as I did. I grabbed his head with both hands and pounded him; this throat was just a pussy, murmuring and mumbling defenselessly as I railed him. It had already been over a minute again, but this time I wasn't stopping until I'd dumped my load.

"Mmmph." Brennan tried as I ploughed my way into his face.

"Quiet boy. I'll pull it out as soon as I cum down your neck. Almost there. Nnnghh"

"MMmm mmm!"

"Take my pole, you little fuckslut. Yeah."

He squirmed in my grasp as I fucked him, but I was a man in heat, and he was much weaker than me. The noises escaping his mouth had stopped now as my balls slapped rhymically against his chin and I approached the finish line. My cock swelled against the inside of his mouth as I dumped my load deep into his stomach. He wouldn't have been able to taste much of it, but there was a lot.

Spit and neck juice coated my shaft when I pulled myself out of his facehole, strings of clear fluid still connecting my fuckstick to his mouth. His body was heaving and coughing, and it took him a few minutes to recover from the fucking I'd given him. He was shaking and broken, his bruised neck now matching the sore asshole I'd given him the day before.

"Your saliva and neck slop is all dripping from my cock, Brennan. When you're done grovelling on the floor, you can clean it all off."

"Yes sir." Brennan whispered, pulling himself up.

His slime had dripped down between my balls and thigh by the time he found the strength and air to get back to his last task. Still shaking, he licked my crotch clean, his eyes never leaving my cock as he worked. He gently and softly licked all his spittle from my softening cock. Cum drooled from my pissole, and like the good boy he was, he lapped that up also.

"Your math tests will be out on Monday." I told him as he finished grooming the cock that had just violated him. "Bring it to me as soon as you have it."

"That was the one where you called for me to sniff your farts, sir."

"I don't want your excuses; just bring it to me. If your results are poor, then we will have to do something about it."

"Yes sir."

*** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ***

Next: Chapter 5


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