Gymnastics Practice, Chapter Four
Coach and I hurried back up the path to the cabin. Coach opened the door and pulled me inside after him. He closed the door, turned to me and immediately wrapped his arms around me, kissing me passionately. We ripped off each other's clothes and fell onto the bed. We were both still sporting erections from the voyeuristic horse cock episode we had just witnessed. Our cocks were dripping with precum, we were so excited at being where we could act out our physical needs with each other.
I was on my back on the bed and Coach was on top of me. We kissed passionately, trading tongues and saliva, sucking each other's lips and grinding our hard cocks against each other.
As usual, the makeout session triggered the lustful need in my ass. Somehow I managed to roll us over, while we were still kissing, so I was on top. Then I broke the kiss. I looked into Coach's eyes and smiled. He looked back, questioning what I was up to.
I sat up, turned around, and straddling Coach's torso, I leaned down and took his hard cock in my mouth. His cock throbbed in my mouth and I was rewarded with precum.
I was on my knees as I sucked Coach's cock, and my hard dick and balls were hanging in Coach's face. He raised his head and took my dick in his mouth. HIs touch on my dick was always like an electric current. My dick swelled at the warmth of his mouth and the touch of his tongue.
I knew as excited as I was, I was close to cumming, and I figured Coach was too. So, in spite of how great Coach's mouth felt on my dick, I moved my hips forward pulling my dick from his warm, wet mouth. Then I lowered my ass onto his face. He didn't need any directions to know what to do.
Coach buried his face between my hairless, bubble butt cheeks and pushed his tongue into my hungry hole. Coach's tongue felt wonderful inside the entrance to my ass, but his tongue wasn't enough.
I made sure I had slobbered enough saliva on his thick, nine inch cock to provide some lubrication as it entered my ass. I turned around to face Coach, still straddling his hips, and quickly lowered my butt onto his manhood. Coach gasped at the sudden sensation of pleasure he felt as his hard cock was enveloped by the warmth of my hungry ass. I gasped at the sudden pain I experienced when his thick, hard cock entered my eager asshole.
I had forgotten how sore my asshole was from our previous night's session of fucking. Coach and I had never had sex so soon after a previous round of fucking. But, my hunger for cock filling my ass was greater than the pain I was experiencing. As an athlete, I am used to working through pain. This was no different, just different muscles involved.
I allowed my sore ass to adjust to Coach's thick cock inside me. It didn't take long before I was making slow movements back and forth, riding his cock. Then I raised myself on my knees and slowly bounced up and down. Coach's eye's were closed and I could see by his facial expression that he was enjoying my ass-grip on his cock.
I leaned down and kissed his lips. He opened his eyes and smiled his big, happy smile and returned the kiss. He then took over the movements by humping my butt from below. He developed a steady rhythm of up and down, in and out, until he tired. Then I took over again and bounced up and down and ground my ass into his groin trying to stimulate as many nerves in my ass and his cock as I could reach.
I could tell he was getting close to cumming as his breathing rate increased. His eyes were tightly squinted closed. I rode him faster and he began bucking his hips into my eager ass.
I could feel his thick, hard cock rubbing my prostate every time it went into my ass and every time it withdrew. I knew I was close to cumming too. I didn't often cum when I was being fucked, but this time I was really turned on. It may have been the horse cock performance we had just witnessed, or it may have just been my love for Coach, or it could have been both, but I was there.
Coach pitched his hips upward against my bubble butt. He grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled me down against him. I could feel his cum discharged from his balls, through his beautiful cock into my hungry ass. The pumping of cum from his cock against my prostate sent me over the edge.
I began shooting cum up and over Coach. It landed on his face. It landed on his chest. It landed on the wall behind the bed. The spasms of my ass muscles on his cock encouraged more cum from his balls. He was filling my ass with Coach spunk. We both reveled in the intense pleasure we were sharing.
When the intensity of our orgasms ended, I collapsed on top of Coach. We both lay quietly for a few minutes to catch our breath, my face against his cum covered chest.
Coach's cock was still in my ass, and I wanted it to stay there. It had been painful enough getting it in, and now that I was accustomed to it, I didn't want to lose it. When Coach moved as if he was ready to get up, I sat up and placed my hands on his chest keeping him down on his back. I was still astraddle of his hips. When I sat up, his cock slid further back inside my slick ass. I smiled at him. He knew my smile had a look of something on my mind.
"What are you thinking?" Coach asked.
"I'm thinking I'm not ready to lose this Coach cock I have trapped in my ass." I said.
"If you think I can produce another cum load this quickly, you are mistaken." said Coach.
"You don't have to produce it right now." I said. "I can wait. Sit up."
I took both his hands in mine and pulled him up to a sitting position. I was still sitting on his lap. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Coach crossed his legs underneath me. We were now face to face, stomach to stomach, chest to chest and his nine inches was still imbedded in my ass. My dick and balls nestled between us.
I leaned in and kissed him gently. He gently kissed back. The kissing became more intense. It was turning us both on again. We sucked each other's tongues. I gently tugged on his lower lip between my teeth. I squeezed his eraser nubs of nipples which elicited his usual ticklish giggles. The giggles even carried down into his cock which i felt responding in my ass. Our cocks stiffening in response to our makeout session.
Now that we were face to face and in no hurry to go anywhere or do anything but enjoy each other's company, it was a good time to talk. So, while we teased each other sexually, we got to know each other better. Up until this weekend our relationship had mostly consisted of quick sex when we could fit it into our busy schedules. Now I wanted to know the person I had fallen in love with, and he needed to know me.
I found out that Coach grew up in Michigan where his parents still lived. He had attended the University of Oklahoma on a gymnastics scholarship. He had trained with Bart Conner. Coach's specialty events were high bar and parallel bars. Oddly, floor exercise was his least favorite event since it is not so much a strength event. He considered still rings a challenge. He had a good chance of making the US Olympics Gymnastics team for the 2000 Sydney Olympics until he tore a rotator cuff. He still has a scar on his right shoulder to show for it.
I told him I wanted to be on the US Olympics Gymnastics Team for the London Summer Olympics in 2012. He said he thought I could make it. We would work together to be sure I could get there. It would be great of we could both go to the Olympics together; me as an athlete and him as my coach.
I could feel Coach's cock trying to slip out of my ass, so I squeezed it with my sphincter muscles and started kissing him again. He responded to the kisses and the anal attention to his cock. I began moving my butt in circular motions in his lap. It stimulated my ass and his cock inside my ass.
Coach lifted my butt and began bouncing me up and down on his lap. It felt so good to feel his cock restored to full, thick, nine inch erection and massaging my inner ass. I lifted my legs to a Thomas Flair position, basically straight up in the air, which put all my weight on my ass. Coach easily continued to lift me and bounce me on his cock.
He managed to get his legs uncrossed from under me and we fell forward, for him; on my back for me, onto the bed. My legs were still in the Thomas Flair and he rammed his hard cock in and out of my ass. It seemed like he was going further inside me than he had ever fucked me before. It could have just been my imagination, but it was a great fuck.
Coach continued to push my butt further forward such that it was now in the air and my hard dick and balls were waving over my face. There was no way I was going to duplicate the self-suck we had seen horse cock man do earlier, but the reminder of what we had seen excited me even further than I already was. I began to stroke my dick as Coach plowed my eager, hungry ass from above.
I could see Coach's face as he was getting close to orgasm. He was breathing heavily. His eyes were closed. Sweat was dripping off his forehead. Suddenly, he plunged his cock fully into my ass. He ground his hips against my butt and I could feel the cum pumping out of his cock into my ass. He relaxed briefly and plunged forward again as another volley of cum shot into my ass.
My own dick was rock hard and swollen with need. It began shooting my cum into my face. I opened my mouth to try to catch what I could. A bouncing ass and a jerking dick don't make for an easy aim when you are trying to shoot cum into your mouth. I managed to cover my face with my sweet, sticky jism. I got some in my right eye, some in my hair and a little on my lips.
Coach was making his final, weaker lunges at my ass as I finished emptying my balls on my face. He collapsed on top of me, still breathing heavily. His eyes were still closed. I moved my legs from the Thomas Flair position beside my head, to down beside Coach's legs and wrapped them around his muscular thighs.
When he had caught his breath and finally opened his eyes, he saw for the first time the mess on my face. He laughed and leaned down to kiss my lips. I opened my mouth to receive his tongue. HIs lips had picked my cum off of my lips and I sucked it into my mouth. I tasted pretty good.
Coach continued to lick and clean my face of cum. He would periodically deposit what he had licked off my face into my mouth. I would suck his tongue clean of cum and continue sucking his tongue until he pulled it free of my mouth.
I felt Coach's softened cock slip from my ass. I felt empty again. I could also feel his cum leaking out of my ass, between my bubble butt cheeks and onto the bed. I rolled us over so I was on top, looking down into his beautiful blue eyes and smiling face.
Now the cum leaking out my ass was running over the back side of my balls and onto Coach's soft cock and balls. I leaned down and kissed him gently. I raised my head to look into his face. He was smiling his happy smile. I kissed him again. He continued to smile.
Then he quickly rolled us again so he was on top.
"Let's hit the shower, kid." He said.
He rose up off the bed, grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet at the edge of the bed. Then Coach lead the way into the bathroom.
The bathroom was small with a sink, a toilet and a small shower stall in the corner. Coach turned on the water. When it was warm, he stepped inside and pulled me in after him. It was a snug fit but we had room to move around a little. Coach picked up the soap and began to lather my body. He started at my shoulders and thoroughly covered my body down to my feet. He skipped over my butt and dick knowing that could start another round of sex and he wasn't yet ready for that.
Then he handed me the soap. I did the same thing Coach had done for me. I soaped him from his shoulders down to his feet. While I was bent over washing his feet, I managed to catch his soft cock in my mouth. His cock immediately sprang into a semi-hard state.
While his cock was in my mouth, I used the soap to wash his heavy, hairy balls. His cock in my mouth responded letting me know he liked having his balls washed. Then I moved the soap between his legs, between his muscular butt cheeks. He moved one foot to a wider stance giving me better to access to his ass.
I tickled his puckered asshole. It moved in reaction to my touch. I pushed a soapy finger against his hole and my finger slipped inside. Coach inhaled suddenly in response to my invading finger. He moved his feet again widening his stance so I could continue probing his ass.
I slid my soapy finger in an out of his hole. My mouth was still on his hardening cock and my other hand was gently massaging his soapy, hairy balls.
I pushed my finger further inside until I found his prostate; the walnut sized gland that produced cum. I massaged his prostate with my finger and tasted precum on my tongue as a result. Coach seemed to be enjoying this.
While I was bent over attending to his naughty parts, one of his hands was on the back of my head, not applying any force, but affectionately holding me, while the other hand was soaping up my butt. That hand ran up and down the crack of my ass until a finger found my hole. Even though my hungry ass had recently been fed, It was always eager for more.
His soapy finger slipped inside my asshole. He moved his finger in and out, finger fucking my ass. I relaxed my hole wanting him to keep going, faster and deeper.
With my finger fucking his ass, my other hand massaging his balls, and my mouth sucking his cock, Coach was ready for another round of sex. Since cocksucking is not my favorite act of sex, I slipped my finger from his soapy ass. I stood up letting his hard, wet cock slide from my mouth, and I kissed him passionately.
I got a good suck on his tongue before I spun around in the shower which pulled his finger from my ass. I grabbed his hard cock and slipped it between my ass cheeks and into my soapy asshole. I was backed up against Coach's front and his hard cock was all the way inside me. I pulled this maneuver so fast that Coach was surprised at how quickly he had gone from being finger fucked to ass-fucking me.
As I wiggled my butt against his soapy, slick groin, he picked up the rhythm and soon we had the "locomotive headed for a destination" move going again. My head was laid back on his right shoulder with my face turned toward his. My left hand was on the back of his neck from his left side. My right hand was on Coach's right hip. Both of his arms were wrapped around my torso; one across my chest and one across my stomach.
It was not a frantic fuck rushing to reach it's climax. It was a comfortable, "we have all afternoon" fuck. Coach had already cum twice since we had returned to the cabin. We would take our time and enjoy each other this time.
I will continue to document our weekend at the lake in the next episode. I hope the readers enjoy my story as much as I enjoyed living it.
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