Discovering Mansmells 7
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The sun was just starting to peak thru the blinds with Paulie still lying naked on his bed. Dappled sunlight outlined his smooth, well-defined bodyÉ an amazing specimen of maturing youth. Tufts of dark hair had generously filled his pits and an extremely large bush now grew between his thighs snaking down below his nut sack inching ever closer to his recently deflowered hole!
As the smell of his own cock and balls drifted up to his keen nose, in his head he counted how many times he'd had sex over the past month. Since he and his father had shared his first experience, he could hardly believe he'd had sex with three other men. And that didn't include his best buddy Karl. Somehow Karl didn't count though and he wasn't sure why. Since he & Karl both were just budding into their sexual prime, Karl seemed more like another novice than a teacher. The one thing Paulie knew for certain. He was definitely ready for another lesson!
One by one, Paul re-lived each of his previous encounters. Every single one was so vivid in his memory. Of course, there had been his dad, Leon in the garage. Then, he and his dad had both played with Joe in his barbershop. There had been his unexpected, steamy tearoom encounter with the mysterious piss & sperm donor. Followed by his first sex app hookup with NSADaddy. Most recently, he and his pal Karl had been sexed by his dad. Paul tried desperately to think of a time in his life that had been happier. Every day seemed like a new adventure as the young man discovered more and more about his sexual appetite and how to feed it!
Paul jumped as the sound of his alarm signaled the beginning of another day. The teen hated the screeching sound of his clock especially when it interrupted his lustful dreams. Before his mom could yell her own wake-up call, Paulie jumped to his feet slipping on yesterday's musky shorts but choosing a fresh shirt from the dresser. Another school year was quickly coming to an end. Twelve years of public school had dragged on. And yet here the youth was, only a couple weeks from graduation and the unofficial start of adulthood. Paulie wasn't sure what the future would hold. But, he knew he'd miss the predictable simplicity of his childhood.
As Paulie walked to school, his mind once again drifted. Walking past the street where NSADaddy lived, he wondered if the nasty bear was already in his dungeon this morning stroking his ugly, ripe cock and waiting for some other willing pig to satisfy his perverted desires. Further on, he passed the outhouse that had been the scene of his tearoom encounter. The smell of stale piss beckoned him. But, there was no time to check it out this morning! Paulie kept the pace stopping just long enough to adjust his shorts. Hiding his frequent boners was becoming increasingly difficult to do. His cock seemed to get bigger with every passing week and to operate with a mind of its own, springing to a full, rock-hard erection with little if any stimulus. The stink of his unwashed manhood was definitely getting more pungent as well.
Seniors didn't have to sorry about final exams. So, Paulie and Karl had ditched a few classes knowing, unless they were total fuck-ups the next couple weeks, they'd be graduating! Paul certainly knew he was in no mood to concentrate on schoolwork, this morning in particular. Instead of listening to the boring drone of his Senior English teacher Paulie decided to head to the gym. Paul's favorite building on campus was all but deserted since team sports were done for the year. Paul thought it might be a good time to shoot a few hoops, work off a little steam and try to refocus for the remainder of the day.
As Paul walked into the locker room, the familiar scent of jock stink and deodorant coupled with the slightest hint of bleach filled his nostrils. Paul remembered he'd left a pair of gym shoes, shorts and a jock in his locker. He was all set to get in a few baskets before his Poly-Sci class at 10:15. Paulie sat on the wooden bench and slipped out of his dress shorts and underwear. The thought of his bare ass touching the same surface so many other young guy's sweaty, ripe butts had touched stirred his cock once again.
Paul could smell his stale jock as he slid it over his cock and balls. Once again, he adjusted his swelling cock in the pouch that didn't seem to hold his package quite the way it had not that long ago. He quickly slipped on his shorts to mask the smell and squelch his boner, grabbed his shoes and walked out of the locker room past Coach Ron's office. Paul was surprised to hear muffled noises coming from under the door as he passed. The curious teen stopped and walked over to the window peaking between the frame and blind that separated the hallway and office. Paul could see his Coach sitting in his office chair, his back to the door. Were his eyes playing tricks or was the beefy man sitting there, naked? Paul squinted and looked again. Yes! Ron was sitting at his desk watching porn and clearly stroking his dick. Looks like someone was getting a head start on summer vacation! Paul watched quietly as the man pleasured his cock.
The erotic peep show soon had Paulie giving in to his own primal urges. Skimpy gym shorts made it easy to start massaging his own fully erect cock. He wondered if Coach Ron's cock smelled as good as it looked. Oozing rivulets of precum, the middle-aged man's bulbous head glistened from across the small room taunting the horny, young man. Paul reached into his shorts struggling to unleash his cock as it strained against his jock. For a quick moment, he leaned against the door to balance himself when suddenly the door swung open depositing the boner-sporting young man on the floor.
Coach Ron jumped up with a start, the moans and groans of porn still echoing in the room. Paul watched as the man he'd secretly lusted after all these years turned toward him pointing his massive member directly at Paul. "What the fuck!" "Paul?" "What the fuck are you doing, boy?" "We're you spying on me you little faggot?" Paul struggled to his feet trying to pull up his jock & shorts while hiding his obvious woody. "You WERE spying!" Coach Ron roared!
Ron stepped away from his desk making no effort to hide is prodigious cock, precum still oozing from his ? inch piss slit and dripping on the floor. Paul turned to run out of the office when his teacher muscled arm reached over slamming the door closed in the boy's face. Coach Ron spun Paulie round, forcing him to look down at his huge, leaking member and barking, "You like what you see faggot?"
Paul tried to control the trembling in his legs as he stared at the Coach's impressive, blood-filled fuck stick. A warm sensation surrounded his cock as the terrified boy's piss stream soaked into his jock pouch and began running down his hairy legs. Coach Ron didn't seem to notice as the acrid aroma of the boy's strong, morning piss filled the air. Or maybe he just didn't care?
Coach Ron's grip tightened on Paulie's neck as he forced him down toward his cock. The smell of ball sweat, precum and his own piss filled the boy's nose as he got closer and closer to the burly man's dick. When Paulie came face to face with the jock daddy's tool, Ron snarled, "Seems like you have a thing for piss you dirty, little cock slut! How's about draining mine?!" Without waiting for an answer, Ron let loose a huge stream of strong, yellow piss right at the boy's face! Paulie quickly opened his mouth putting his lips around the enormous mushroom swallowing as quickly as he could swallow. The stream was so pungent and forceful, Paulie had to fight the urge to vomit as he forced down gulp after gulp of the man's liquid waste. The flow showed no sign of stopping! Paulie thought he was about to drown when the torrent of piss stopped as quickly as it had started!
Coach Ron's swollen cock showed no sign of softening and his grip on his student's head tightened. The last swallow of stinking piss emptied from Paul's throat into his stomach. And was followed by the plunger head of his Coach's cock. The ridge of Ron's cockhead squeegeed the yellow juice all the way down his throat making sure none of it escaped.
Paulie struggled to breathe and tears filled his eyes as the length of Ron's cock disappeared down his throat. Pulling out just enough for the kid to catch a breath, Coach Ron began skull fucking the young cocksucker. He could tell the kid had some experience but needed to be taught a lesson you wouldn't find in any textbook.
Paul tried to relax his throat for the club dick as it pumped bush-deep with every thrust. The young man was determined to show his Coach he was just as talented off the court as he was on. Ron continued his assault on Paulie's tonsils as the cocksucker focused on the task at hand. Just like his piss stream, Ron's fuck thrusts showed no sign of stopping. Paulie wondered how long his teacher would punish him before blasting his cock snot down Paul's throat. His jaws ached as the grown man mercilessly raped his mouth. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ron arched his back and deposited a week's worth of edged semen into the boy's throat. At the same time and without even touching his own rigid cock, Paulie blew his own nut into the puddle of piss he'd been kneeling in.
The Coach yanked the spent youth to his feet. Turning him toward the door, Ron whispered to the senior, "Tell anyone about this and I'll make sure your dad knows what a pig he's turned you into!" Smacking Paulie hard on the ass, Ron pushed the naked kid out of his office and into the hall slamming his office door behind.
Bloated with piss and cum, Paulie walked back into the locker room to take a shower thinking about what Ron had said. He'd tell Leon what a pig his dad had turned him into? There was more to that story and Paul planned to find out. He couldn't wait to get home and pry his dad for the dirt on Coach Ron.
No, he hadn't gotten in any hoops. But he'd enjoyed the hell of out his Coach's basket and balls. This had turned out to be the best ditch Paulie had ever pulled!