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FITTING RIM
From Tom's Tongue
My name is Tom Galloway. I'm twenty-four, and have always lived here in a mid-sized southern college town, with the exception of my four years in Knoxville attending UT. I'm 5'11", weigh 185 pounds, and have brown hair, blue eyes and a smooth muscular body. I'm something of a gym rat, and have worked hard to earn a physique of which I'm extremely proud.
I work as the assistant manager at Cutler's, a men's clothing store that has been family owned and operated in the same location since 1939. The original Cutler's grandson, George, is my boss. We carry top designer product as well as enough affordable merchandise to keep the doors open. My title of assistant manager means that I have the keys to the place and, three nights a week, I'm there alone from 6 p.m. till 7:30 waiting on late customers, closing out the register, and locking up.
The evening in question was one of those "hold-down-the-fort-Tom" nights. It was late spring and still light outside. I wanted to grab a light dinner and head to the gym, but fate had other plans for me that night. At 7:29 as I was at the front door, about to lock it, someone entered the display-window lined front entrance. I had already turned off the lights and was somewhat surprised by the visitor's appearance.
Cutler's used to be located in the best part of town, but with economic development and malls, our neighborhood is considered "somewhat dangerous" at night. George installed an automatic security gate about ten years ago, but it did little to calm me as the hidden-in-the-shadows figure approached.
When he reached the door, which I HAD locked, I saw that it was David Stroud, coach of the local college's nationally ranked basketball team. He was one of George's regulars. Anyone of "celebrity" status was treated like royalty -- beverage of choice upon arrival, private fitting rooms, freedom to turn shirt or sweater displays upside down seeking merchandise (for me to straighten later, of course).
Coach Stroud was the personification of TV perfection. At 28, he was younger than most of his counterparts and he had a strong fan base, both male and female. Dark hair, cat-like blue eyes and a wide smile along with passionate intensity on the sideline made him all that much more sexy. He often filled MY fantasies.
I quickly unlocked and opened the door for him and he spoke first. "I'm sorry if you're closing up, but I wanted to see if those suit pants were ready."
"No problem, Coach Stroud. I think I saw them on the ready rack this afternoon." He entered and I closed and locked the door. "I hope you don't mind if I lock up. Do you want to try the pants on to see if they fit properly?" I WANTED him to try them on.
"If it's not too much bother. I had something I wanted to talk with you about anyway, Tom."
"You DO? With me? What's that?" I was surprised that he even knew who I was. George always fawned over him when he came in, which was once about every three or four months. I remembered when he came it to buy the suit last week, I'd brought him some bottled water and the big smile he gave me as I passed it to him.
He smiled again - a million dollar smile if there ever was one - and said, "Why don't we talk while you do the fitting?"
"Okay. You head downstairs and I'll bring you the pants." The three VIP changing rooms with sofas and a centrally located wet bar were located in the basement. Smiling, he turned left and took the stairs, two at a time. I walked behind the counter and went to the alteration rack. As I already knew, his pants were ready. I grabbed them and walked quickly across the showroom and also bounced downstairs. "Coach?"
"I'm in here," he replied from the largest of the three changing rooms. "Come on in."
I nearly dropped his pants. Standing on the platform in front of the room's three-sided mirror stood a bare-ass-naked Coach David Stroud. He was and is six feet one of physical perfection -- a beautiful hard chest that is lightly dusted with dark hair, abs that bespeak thousands upon thousands of crunches with a clearly defined six-pack, wide shoulders, a slim waist, and impossibly massive thighs and calves are but a few of his attributes.
But the award for prize feature was a close race. First of all, his prick, that wasn't even hard, was full and plump as though it were ready to grow, was at least seven inches long. I wanted to drop to my knees then and there. Equally, I was distracted by his ass (I could see it through the mirror) which was two projecting slabs of loaf-like muscle somewhat dimpled, and covered in the same dusting of dark fuzz as his chest and legs. WHAT A FOX!
Looking briefly past him I saw his sweat pant, tee shirt, shoes and socks but NO underwear of any kind. Composing myself (the stare-down took less than five seconds...I think), I asked, "Do you want me to get you some undergarments, Coach?"
"Well, you're down here already, Tom. Why don't you just loan me yours?"
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. I don't wanna make you tear open a pack, just for me. We're close to the same size, I think. It's no big deal. I'm around naked guys every day."
The customer is always right and I didn't want George to get any complaints back about me. Besides, as I told you, I'm no stranger to a locker room and was very nonchalant about nudity. So, moving quickly, after hanging up his pants, I toed myself out of my loafers, and dropped my pants in a heap at my ankles, out of which I stepped. Pulling up my shirt and grasping my Calvin boxer briefs, I looked up to see the coach watching me intently. I finished up and took two steps toward him passing him my shorts. Our hands touched, and, I swear, I felt a jolt of electricity shoot up and down my spine and directly into my smooth balls.
"Can I ask you a question, Tom?" I looked into his deep set eyes and nodded. "Are you GAY?"
I was FLOORED! I gulped, breathed deeply, pushed my chest out and replied, somewhat defensively, "Why? Do I look like I am?"
"OH, NO! It's not that!" His response was somewhat frantic. He stopped, looked into my eyes, smiled and said, "It's just the way you look at me when I come in, and that scope job you gave my torso a few seconds ago was a little more than curiosity, I'd say. I don't care -- well, yes, I do care. I want to know something."
Sweat was running down my sides, and increased as I noticed that his big dick was more than half hard and growing fast. "Well, why don't you tell me what you want to know and I'll see if I can help you." Non-committal was the best I could do. I was shaking too. Did I mention that?
He was still holding my shorts as he walked over and sat - no make that SPRAWLED sexily on the sofa. He lazily rubbed my boxer briefs across his massive chest as he spoke, "A week or so ago, I found something in the locker room. It was a video...a gay porn video, but I didn't realize it when I found it. I thought it might be a game tape. I took it to my office and popped it into the VCR and was shocked as hell to discover it was a movie called 'COACH.'"
That particular video was part of my collection at home, and I knew it well. It was directed by Chachi LeRoy, one of my favorites, because his films all had lots of hot and nasty action that I loved. I'd never done most of the things in those movies, but I WANTED to - particularly rimming. My college roommate (my only previous sexual partner) and I swapped drunken blowjobs, which we promptly "forgot" the next morning. Since moving home and into my own place, I had discovered porn and was eager to try out some of those things I'd seen. I was, however, not too sure how to go about it.
"COACH" was the story of a college coach and the parade of naked studs that paraded into his office to be sucked, rimmed and fucked, AND to suck, rim and fuck in return. Thinking about the movie, and standing half naked in front of this celebrity-stud coach, caused my dick to begin to rise. I tried to think of other things, but he continued his story.
"I was shocked to see that it was a porno tape, but was fascinated at the same time. My wife and I haven't been getting it on too much lately because of the baby and all, so, I was surprised to see that the sexy stuff that was happening on the screen was turning me on. Those muscular guys were having so much fun! That's what I wanted to ask you." He paused, looking at me again. "Will you...will you let me try that stuff with you?"
My dick was completely hard and thrusting out between the two flaps of my shirttails. Coach Stroud looked at it for a few seconds and lifted his eyes to smile at me. I moved as fast as I could to remove my tie, shirt, t-shirt and socks. Within seconds, I was as naked as he was, ready to drop to my knees and suck his massive penis into my hungry mouth.
He put up his hand and stopped me. "Tom, step up on the platform and let me look at you." I complied, rubbing my hands across my chest and abs, enjoying the feel as my fingers brushed across my sharp pointed nipples. Coach licked his lips and said, "I KNEW you had a hot body. Look at those muscles! And that DICK! Turn around and let me get a good look at your ass. SUWHEET!" I turned as he stood and walked toward me, a nine-inch lance, almost identical to mine, leading the way, with his massive balls bouncing between his thighs.
Standing in front of me, he brought my shorts to his face and inhaled deeply smelling my funk. I could see his eyes roll backward, and he groaned lightly form deep in his throat. I leaned forward and brought my face to my Calvin's our noses almost touching. Inhaling and smelling my musk, I asked, "You like that, huh?"
"OH, YEAH!" He threw the shorts to the side, wrapped his arms around me and instantly locked his mouth onto mine, pushing his tongue through my lips and teeth until I felt it battling with my own. We both closed our eyes and moaned with pleasure. I'd never been kissed before, and I loved it!
He pushed me back and said, "Turn around. Let me admire you in the mirror." He stepped up behind me on the box and pushed his dripping pecker up and down the cleft of my ass. Whispering in my ear and looking at our reflections in the multiple mirrors as he ran his hands across my chest and stomach, he said, "You feel so good, man. I want to feel you and taste you all over." He suckled my earlobe causing me to moan. "Wanna get nasty with me, Tom?"
In response, I turned around and kissed him again, crushing our crotches together causing our pre-cum to spread out all over allowing our pricks to slide up and down on each other's stomachs. Pulling back slightly, I returned the whisper in his ear "Yeah, Coach, let's get nasty. Want me to suck that big juicy dick of yours? Want me to lick your balls? How about your asshole? Want me to French kiss you there, too?"
Literally growling at me, muscles flexed and tense, Coach pushed me to my knees, "NO, that's my job tonight! It's YOUR ass that's been driving me crazy. Spread those legs, Tom, Coach's tongue is comin' in to visit." He walked around behind me, and I watched his triple reflection as he dropped to his knees behind me next to the platform. My knees were spread so wide that my cock was bouncing between my stomach and the box's carpeted surface. "Yeah, open that ass for me!" Coach grabbed a cheek in each hand and pulled them open as wide as he could. "Beautiful!" he hissed.
He leaned forward and I watched in the mirrors as he licked his lips and literally slammed his face into my widespread trench. We both moaned in bliss. The feelings were incredible, unlike any I'd ever felt! "OH! COACH! LICK IT! RIM ME, MAN! MAKE IT REAL WET! SUCK MY ASSHOLE! DON'T STOP! THAT FEELS SOOOOO GOOD! DEEPER, COACH, DEEPER!"
I think that's what I was saying. I was so delirious with pleasure that I didn't care. I remembered a scene in the movie and I reenacted it. I began knee walking across the raised platform with the Coach right behind me, face buried in my ass as we both moved to the sofa. As if by cue, Coach Stroud turned over with his head resting on the seat cushions and his back leaning against the front.
Coach moaned, "YEAH, TOMMY! YOU TASTE SO GOOD!" I turned and straddled his waist facing his feet. "SIT ON MY FACE, MA-uhhhhhuuuuuuum!" He didn't finish. I dropped my hole directly on his moving lips. Leaning down, I swallowed his pre-cum lubed cock to the base. We both moaned this time. He tasted so GOOD! He began thrusting his hips upward to fuck my throat at the same pace his tongue was fucking my ass.
His balls were pulling up tight and I wanted to prolong our pleasure, so I stood and sat again, leaning forward to kiss him once again, this time upside down - another incredibly erotic experience. The taste of my ass on lips and tongue and his sweaty, spit and ass juice drenched face made me crazy. I had to taste him TOO!
Looking into his eyes from my inverted position, I growled. "Coach, I want, NO I NEED TO EAT YOUR ASS! Tell me how you want it, Stud!"
He knew what he wanted. Saying, "DON'T MOVE!" he somehow twisted himself around until his lower back was resting on the cushions where his head had just been, his legs were thrown back and his sweaty, but otherwise spotless, hole was right in front of my face. Looking up at me, with his massive erection inches from his mouth, he said, "HAVE AT IT, TOM! EAT MY HORNY HOLE! CLEAN UP THAT SWEAT!"
Without even thinking, I dropped my open mouth to his nether lips, slowly tracing the wrinkled lips with my heavily salivating tongue before forming my tongue into a spike and drilling inside as deep as possible. The taste was indescribably good, and I was instantly addicted. I wanted to eat his hole until the store opened the next morning. Putting a thumb on either side of his sweet pucker, I stretched his anal lips wide open and drove my tongue in deeper still.
"I'M GONNA CUM, MAN. I AIN'T EVEN TOUCHIN' MY DICK AND I'M FUCKING GONNA CUUUUUUUUM!" Leaning upward with his mouth open, he caught every drop of his creamy load from his powerfully erupting pole. His hole was squeezing my tongue so tight, I thought he'd pinch it off.
Sitting up and scooting forward on the sofa, my soon-to-erupt cock wanted to be inside an orifice, any orifice. Coach Stroud's ass was open and dripping with my spit. I lined up my pre-cum dripping dick head with the hole and lightly pushed forward. I was AMAZED! It opened like a flower and, within seconds, I was pubes deep in his inferno-hot colon. Rocking my hips two or three times was all it took - I EXPLODED!
"OH, GOD! TAKE IT MAN! TAKE MY HOT LOAD!" I bent forward again and shared a mind blowing, cum-and-ass-flavored, tongue-twisting kiss with him as we both, calmed down from out exertions.
My dick was still hard and still buried in his still pulsing hole. He smiled at me and said, "Ready for round two already, big guy?"
I smiled back and clenched my sphincter a few times making my cock throb in his ass. "Yeah, man, but answer a question for me first, okay?"
"No problem, lover."
"Where exactly did you find that porno tape?"
His grin grew bigger, if possible. "Why, in my desk, of course! Now fuck the shit out of my hungry hole man!"
And I did just that! He came back the next night to complete his "fitting" once in the store and three times back at my apartment! He was a perfect fit for my virgin ass, as well.
(THE END)
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