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Gymnastics Fantastics -- Coach Crammer
Rhys climbed onto the massage table and placed his face through the hole. Naked from the waist up, Rhys settled in for his post-workout massage. His coach, Luke Carson watched the gymnast mount the table and smiled to himself. The young Irish gymnast's arse was irresistible, and it was there, covered by two thin layers of fabric. Luke moved around to Rhys' right and squirting a few drops of oil, the coach slickened his large paw-like palms.
Rhys closed his eyes allowing a soft groan to fall from his lips as Luke's firm hand gripped his bare shoulder. Luke's large hands pressed into the back of Rhys' shoulder and began to knead him slowly. The coach's eyes watched Rhys' skin hungrily as the smooth, pale Irish boy began to glisten with body oil. Rhys' back was as lean and perfectly muscular as any gymnast would be; their bodies, a temple of strength and control through beauty and grace. Luke's thumbs and fingertips kneaded Rhys' skin firmly, loosening any tightness in the brunette twink's upper back. Surfing the contours of Rhys' muscular back, Luke's fingers squeezed down covering every inch of the 23-year-old's skin with warm oil. Slowly, Luke explored the left side of Rhys' back, then skipped across the right side before returning to the middle of Rhys' back and kneading the gymnast firmly.
Next, Luke moved down Rhys' back, moving left to right then right to left as he descended. Rhys' skin glistened tantalisingly, the thin sheen of oil reflecting the bright lights above them. Luke's hands moved across Rhys' skin, pressing into the gymnast's muscles, loosening his muscles, easing his muscles. Rhys gave a first sigh of enjoyment as his body began to relax and fill him with calming happiness.
Reaching the top of Rhys' shorts, Luke changed the angle of his fingers so that the nails slid under the waistband. The coach continued his movements, stimulating Rhys' muscles while exploring further south. Luke's fingertips running against the top of Rhys' buttocks started the spark of arousal for the young gymnast. Rhys loved this bit; Luke always gave him a hard-on which he just wanted to release in a powerful happy ending. The coach was clearly being deliberate with his actions, each rotation of his hands seemed to speed up when he was outside the confines of Rhys' shorts but as his fingers slipped under the hem and further down Rhys' tight buttocks, Luke became slow and methodical.
"Pull your shorts down, your glutes feel very tense." Luke instructed. [Of course they fucking do with you poking at them!] Rhys' mind and cock growled impatiently. The gymnast lifted his hips slightly and slid his shorts down his thighs. Luke pulled them the rest of the way down and threw them onto a nearby chair. The coach had a glorious view, Rhys' pale, pert butt sticking up from the table, topped and tailed by his shiny, muscular body and his thin, slightly hairy legs. Oiling up his palms and placing them on Rhys' buttocks, Luke gripped each of them and began to gyrate. Immediately, Rhys began to moan, feeling the stimulation of his coach's fingers massaging his tight body. Luke moved Rhys' cheeks round and round, firmly manipulating their form, allowing the blood to reach the hardest parts of the gymnast's buttocks.
Luke's eyes studied Rhys' mounds, watching the way they obeyed his every command. Moving them open, Luke got the perfect view of Rhys' entrance, the young gymnast's trail of dark brown hairs contrasted his pale skin. The trainer began to struggle to contain himself, the sight of Rhys' opening right there in front of him, he needed his cock in there and he knew Rhys wanted in there as well. Luke's black trackie bottoms left little to the imagination, tented with the impression of his massive dong. Rhys couldn't see Luke's hard beast, but he knew his coach would be hard, the gymnast was incredibly proud of his arse and the way Luke was addicted to everything about it.
Luke massaged Rhys' firm arse cheeks apart and holding them wide open, he slowly moved forward. The gymnast could sense his arse was about to get a lot of attention with the extended exposure of his ring and the sudden addition of warm breath against his smooth skin made Rhys tingle with anticipation. Luke sucked in a deep breath of Rhys' undercarriage, the little lad's scent bringing another pulse from Luke's hidden beast. Pointing his tongue as he edged forward, Luke made gentle contact with the base of Rhys' hole then with a slow, drawn-out upwards motion he pulled his tongue across the 23-year-old's sweet opening.
Rhys made no attempt to hide his enjoyment, "Oh yeahhh." He breathed deeply into the cushion as the sensation of Luke's tongue began to pleasure his body. Luke's slick saliva glazed Rhys' ring, teasing twitches and quivers of happiness from the young gymnast's entrance. Luke pushed his face deep into Rhys' firm cheeks, his broad, stubbly chin scratching against Rhys as his tongue worked itself deeper within the cute twunk.
Luke's hands continue to massage Rhys' cheeks as he rimmed the lean gymnast. Moving them slowly and firmly in opposing clockwise and anticlockwise directions, the trainer loosened the sexy youngster. Rhys felt himself drifting off, such was the relaxation, Luke's magical hands were so powerful and manly, yet calm and soothing in their work. Luke's ears rose to the sound of Rhys' murmurs, barely audible from the opposite end of the gymnast's limp body he could swear Rhys was begging to be fucked.
Not to be rushed, Luke continued to suck at the gymnast's tight ring. The dank flavour of fresh, warm sweat around Rhys' neat, pale hole made Luke's cock rage as he sucked and the 23-year-old's beautiful ring. Pulling back for a second to admire it, Luke surveyed the beautiful smoothness of Rhys' hole in between the plump mounds that were Rhys' arse cheeks held apart by Luke's large hands. The manly coach swooped his tongue back into the crevice confronting him and running his tongue from bottom to top, then top to bottom before pushing his tongue between Rhys' walls once more.
Rhys continued to hum gentle soundwaves of satisfaction responding to every flick and swish of his coach's tongue. The gymnast had told Luke so many times that the man had a talented tongue. Feeling Luke's tongue sliding along his crease, moistening his entrance made Rhys feel so loose and welcoming. The 23-year-old wanted to press his arse up into Luke's face and bury every inch of the trainer's tongue inside his hole, but Luke's big strong hands held Rhys' beautiful butt steady. With Luke's stubble scratching at his smooth cheeks, Rhys felt like he was at the mercy of a strong powerful man, and he was loving it.
Pulling free from Rhys' hole, Luke stood up and admired the smooth, young gymnast. The tent in Luke's black shorts blocked his view momentarily before the coach slid his fingers under his waistband and freed his angry beast. Luke slipped his shorts over his hips and let them fall to his ankles before climbing out of them, then moving around to the head of the massage table and with his 9-inch rod pointing ahead of him, Luke stood right in front of the gymnast.
Noticing Luke's feet on the floor in front of him, Rhys stirred then raised his head from the face hole. The gymnast's brown eyes narrowed on the thick boner pointing at him, just an inch away from his face. Without a word, Rhys stretched his neck forward, the 23-year-old closed his lips around Luke's head. A deep, manly, nasal grunt was the appreciative response his coach afforded to Rhys' lips sliding along his shaft. The burly man's cock looked smaller when compared with Luke's muscular frame but as Luke's meat filled his throat, Rhys was reminded just how big Luke's cock really was. "Better make it nice and wet." Luke chuckled as Rhys' neck muscles began to work their magic. The young gymnast certainly knew how to suck a cock, moistening his beautiful pink lips and rolling them along Luke's hard shaft to the point that his airway became blocked by his coach's thick head. Luke held the bottom of his black shirt up to give Rhys all the access he needed while the champion gymnast deepthroated his hard meat.
Luke's eyes watched Rhys' neck at work, proud of the work they had done to improve the gymnast's strength and stamina. The trainer's eyes worked their way down Rhys' smooth body to those perfect round mounds and he smiled. Rocking forward, Luke dropped his weight onto the 23-year-old's firm cheeks and kneaded them once, psyching himself up for the pummeling he was about to give them.
Slathering his wet saliva along Luke's thick boner, Rhys wanted to add as much lube as he could because he knew this was all he was going to get. Luke liked to fuck him bare, and Rhys had to admit the man's stamina was eye wateringly amazing. "That's it boy." Luke huffed, feeling his cock pulsing between Rhys' soaking wet lips. The 23-year-old allowed his dribble to stream from his mouth, down Luke's 9-inch shaft and onto the floor below them as he deepthroated his coach's thick rod. "Yeah, Rhysy boy, it's time." Luke hissed, placing his hands on Rhys' head to hold his bellend against Rhys' tonsils for several seconds before pulling his cock from the twink's mouth.
The table gave a little creak as Luke mounted it, swinging his leg over Rhys' naked arse and resting them on either side of the gymnast's enticing body. Luke straightened himself up and using his left hand to expose Rhys' hole, the trainer used his tip to press his head against Rhys' entrance. There was a pause where Rhys braced himself, pushing his ring out while Luke carefully dribbled down over his bare head and watched as the excess dripped down onto Rhys' hole. Luke didn't need to ask if Rhys was ready, easing forward he felt the bottom's hole offer minimal resistance opening slowly as Luke's head began to bury itself between the tight walls of Rhys' entrance.
Gradually the pair united as one with Luke's raw cock sinking into Rhys' toned belly. The young gymnast cooed softly as Luke's cock progressed, opening him up and sliding down his tight chute until a smooth crotch pressed itself against his tensed arse cheeks. The top moved carefully, using his hips alone to slide his cock back and forth fucking Rhys slowly at first. The cute gymnast's tight hole felt so warm and tight around his throbbing cock that Luke needed to distract himself for a bit, diverting his mind with his plans for dinner, he progressed past the initial feeling of pure pleasure and began to feel comfortable with the sexy bottom.
Feeling powerful above the sexy young gymnast, Luke tensed his pecs. Looking down at his tensed pecs Luke smiled then continued down past his torso to watch his cock sliding into Rhys' tight ring. The twinky bottom's hole looked so nice and tight around Luke's hard cock as it slid into the pink softness of Rhys' insides. The 23-year-old's shoulders felt relaxed under Luke's fingertips and as he increased his speed, the lack of change in Rhys' demeanour confirmed the bottom's relaxed state of mind.
Concentrating on length rather than power, Luke watched his bare cock sliding within Rhys' hole pulling at least 6 inches out of Rhys every time he pulled back before sliding forward to press his muscular crotch against Rhys' meaty arse cheeks. "Uhhh fuckkk." Rhys whimpered as Luke's beefy body thudded into his tight arse. "You like that Rhysy boy?" Luke grinned. "Yeah. I love it." Rhys panted. The gymnast's reward for his obedient agreement was for a continuation of the long powerful slams that made his entire body quiver.
Luke wasn't completely selfish, in fact, the coach was completely the opposite. The first time that Luke had fucked Rhys' perfect little body, the sexy gymnast lasted less than two minutes before shooting his load and ending their session. Luke's perfect cock had found something deep inside the Irish boy's tight cunt that made him lose all control. To avoid any more early ending it was easy, Rhys wasn't allowed to touch himself for the first 10 minutes, a deal the gymnast agreed to with some trepidation at first but since their second encounter, he couldn't think of getting fucked any other way.
"Oh fuck." Rhys whined as the entire weight of Luke's body thudded into his muscular little body, ruthlessly impaling him. "Yeah Lukey." Rhys cheered. It was crazy just how good it felt to be completely at another man's mercy and that feeling was about to get even better. Luke's hands returned to Rhys' shoulders, but this time closed around the back of the gymnast's neck. Squeezing firmly, Luke tightened Rhys' airway and concentrating on his hips, the top moved up and down. Wasting no energy on his upper body, Luke used Rhys' firm cheeks to maintain his momentum, pulling his 9-inch shaft all the way back to his head then slamming it back down into the sexy gymnast. Rhys' face had gone from pale white to a light, rosy, pink colour as he tried to breathe through Luke's strong grip. Rhys thought to himself how incredible it would feel if he could touch himself right now, that feeling, and sensation would make this the hottest sex I've ever had.
Luke rammed the entire weight of his muscular frame into Rhys' body, pressing his crotch to Rhys' firm buttocks and holding in there for a brief second. Lifting the gymnast's waist up slightly Luke pulled Rhys' face down slightly so that the gymnast's arse was a little more exposed and more importantly it gave Rhys access to his throbbing boner. "You ready, you close?" Luke asked rhetorically before pulling his entire shaft back to Rhys' entrance then drilling it inside the sexy youngster repeatedly. Rhys' reply was a squeal of pure sexual emotion as Luke's cock rammed into his sphincter. Now they were on the final approach, this was the bit that hurt them both but also the bit they enjoyed the most. Rhys had learnt to take the weight of his coach; the tall muscular Irishman weighed a ton, but Rhys' thick legs were able to take the weight and power of Luke as he turned from physical top to pure man beast.
Finally, Rhys could get hold of his 7-inch boner and gripping it firmly, the bottom began to jerk himself frantically. The sound of pelvis smashing against arse cheeks reverberated around the room as Luke threw caution to the wind, slamming his shaft deep into Rhys' belly. The gymnast was no longer tight, but his bare arse felt so good, Luke's hands began the onslaught placed on the bottom's hips and as Luke threw himself forward, he pulled Rhys' juicy arse into his crotch to a chorus of happy grunts from the 23-year-old bottom. This bit of the sex had always become a race, who could cum first now that Luke had given himself his usual head start. The coach had begun by fucking Rhys gently, mindful that the young world champion needed to be fighting fit for his next training session but over time and with experience Rhys had become a champion at taking his is hard dick. In fact, the added weight on Rhys' legs, the pressure of Luke slamming against him made the gymnast even stronger and even more resilient, a characteristic he had transferred to his performances.
Rhys could feel droplets of sweat sprinkling across his back from the weight and power that Luke was exerting. The top pulled as far back as his cock would allow for every swing and then running back into the gymnast's tight body, every collision would send moisture from his sweaty body across Rhys' smooth, naked back. Luke pounded his thighs against Rhys' hamstrings, knowing he was so close to the edge, he just needed to slam his cock in there hard enough and at the right angle, then that would be it. The big top threw his entire weight behind his pelvis stimulating every inch of his raw cock until, "Jesus Christ!"
Luke's crotch thudded into Rhys so hard it knocked the bottom forward and then again, following through with his deep hard shots, Luke blasted deep into the gymnast's rectum. The man mountain could only mutter profanities as his swollen head erupted, firing velvet cream into Rhys' warm, loving insides. "Tight, cunt!" He gasped, throwing his crotch into Rhys' arse once more, sending another load of his jizz into the groaning bottom. The panting bottom felt his coach's warm seed, squirting into his belly and causing his own cock to throb with excitement. That exhilarating rush of sexual pleasure which came from another man's cum filling his rectum took control of Rhys' emotions. The gymnast's fist worked his foreskin so hard, bringing him to the very edge and after another shot of warm cum squirted deep into his tight arsehole, the sexy bottom also began to unload.
Rhys felt his shaft thicken as his cum began to squirt across the smooth surface of the massage table. The gymnast looked down as body, his cock shooting as Luke buffeted him forward to maximise both of their orgasms. The young bottom's balls were full of horny young desire and their produce seemed endless as a dozen shots squirted out under him. Luke had reached that desperate point at the height of his orgasm where he just wanted to maximise that enjoyable feeling. Filling the sexy bottom with all 9 inches of his thick, bare cock, Luke bred Rhys with shot after shot of warm, pearly cum. The intensity of his orgasm was on another level, practically blasting so hard into Rhys' quivering body that it could've come out the other side. The big top, ploughed his body down hard into Rhys' cavity, forcing the last couple of blasts deep into the young bottom before the weakening tremors that followed, throbbing through his expanding head then finally the last pulse and he was done.
Rhys' young nuts weren't done yet, a couple of shots behind Luke, the gymnast fired two more ropes before another mini wave of delight drained him. Luke's bulky body pressed into Rhys' tight body sent the little gymnast wild as the remaining contents of his nuts splattered across the massage table below him. Although Luke above him was already empty, the big top pulled his hard cock back to slide it back 9 inches deep into Rhys' belly again both men offering groans as a result, a soft coo from Luke and a deeper sigh from Rhys as the final drop of cum fell from his bellend.
"You done?" Luke asked bluntly, "Yeah." Rhys smiled up at him. The big trainer wasted no time pulling back to disengage from the gymnast's pert arse after giving it another intensive work over. "Oooft." Rhys groaned, his hole squeezing itself shut with Luke's seed deep inside him. "Right, I'll see you in two days. Enjoy your ice bath." Luke grinned, leaving the young gymnast on all fours, his cute, naked arse still pointing directly towards him as he shimmied his shorts back on before slipping out through the door.
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