Gymnastics Practice, Chapter Seven
Coach and I lay collapsed over the back of the car seat, recovering from a fantastic orgasm. As I knew it eventually would, his cock finally went soft and slipped from my ass. It left me feeling empty, but I knew it would be back inside me soon enough.
Coach stood up and helped me to stand. We were both standing in the car seat of his corvette convertible. We both stepped out of the car and retrieved our clothes. I felt like we should both go for a plunge in the lake to wash off the cum, but we didn't have towels. We were ready to leave and we didn't want to get the car seats wet. So, we just dressed and got back into the car to continue our drive around the lake.
At the first convenience store we came to, Coach stopped and we went inside. We got more drinks, some snacks and Coach picked up a bottle of suntan lotion. He knew as much as I had been out in the sun today, I would be sunburned, and he was right. I wasn't feeling it yet, but I would later.
We continued our drive around the lake and when we got back to the cabin it was after dark. We still had wieners left, so we went out to the fire pit to roast them. Coach built a fire with the firewood provided. Soon we were sitting around a warm fire enjoying the coolness of the evening.
I was worried that Tom would show up, but he didn't. Seems they had left during the day. I guess they had to be back at the base the next day. So Coach and I were able to enjoy our time together alone.
The previous evening, Coach had sat on a separate bench, away from me, but tonight he sat beside me as we roasted our wieners on the coat hanger holders. I was glad to have him close to me, and glad he had lost some of his up-tightness about being with me. He had gone commando today. He had skinny dipped with me today. He had sunbathed naked today. We had fucked out in the open today. And now he was sitting beside me, so close our shoulders touched.
When the wieners were cooked, we wrapped them in the hotdog buns. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I tasted the first bite of hotdog. We still didn't have any mustard or relish, but they were still good. After eating, we sat around enjoying the cool evening air, the sounds of the lake birds and just being together.
Coach put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. I wrapped my arm around his waist. My head was resting on his shoulder. We sat quietly for awhile. It was a moment I did not want to end.
Then Coach turned and kissed me. Of course I returned the kiss and melted into his embrace. Another first. Coach had just kissed me in public. Of course it was dark, but in the light of the fire, anyone could have seen.
The kiss became more passionate. I wanted him to strip me naked and fuck me right there, but I knew that was way too much to expect from Coach. I was hard. I reached between Coach's thighs and confirmed that he was hard too.
I squeezed his cock and balls through his cut-off blue jeans and I could feel his cock expand in response. I continued to squeeze and massage his manhood and we continued to kiss, sucking each other's tongues and exchanging spit.
I popped the snap on his cut-offs and pulled down the zipper. My hand slipped inside and grasped his hard cock. Coach gasped at the touch of my hand on his flesh. I don't know if it was just my touch, or the fact that I was doing it out in the open where anyone could see.
Coach continued aggressively kissing me, running his hands over my chest and back. He had one hand under my shirt and squeezed my nipples as we kissed. I had freed his cock from his cut-offs and was holding it out from his groin. As I stroked his thick, hard nine inches, pre-cum flowed over my fingers.
I guess I had exceeded Coach's comfort level, as he quickly stopped the kissing and tucked his large manhood, with much difficulty, back into his cut-offs. He stood, took me by the hand and led me back to the cabin.
As soon as we were inside, he closed the door, undid his cut-offs and stepped out of them. He was still hard. Still leaking pre-cum. I didn't need an invitation.
I knelt in front of him and took the purple mushroom head in my mouth. I tasted the pre-cum and licked it from the swollen cock head. Coach's hands were on the back of my head and he pulled me to him. I opened my throat and swallowed the cock head. He held me there for awhile. Then he pulled my head back and began to fuck my face.
He fucked my face with long, slow strokes. I could feel his cock throb and I could taste the pre-cum as he continued the slow massage of his cock in my mouth. I reached my right hand between his thighs and massaged his heavy hanging balls. He moaned in response and continued the slow face-fuck.
With my left hand, I reached inside my shorts and lubricated my middle finger with my own pre-cum. I then reach between his muscular thighs and found his puckered asshole. I pushed, and my finger slipped inside. Again Coach moaned with pleasure.
I found his prostate and massaged it with my middle finger. Coach moved his hips against my finger as if he wanted more. I continued massaging his balls with my right hand. His strokes in and out of my mouth continued their steady slow pace.
My jaw muscles were getting tired, but I wouldn't stop giving Coach the pleasure he was experiencing. I pushed another finger into his tight ass and rubbed both fingers against his prostate. Coach spread his legs to allow me more access to his ass and balls.
Now the pace of his strokes began to speed up. I speeded up the pace of my fingers in and out of his ass, and added another finger.
That seemed to be the trigger he needed. He suddenly slammed his hard nine inches deeply down my throat. His pubic bush was pressed against my lips and nose. I felt his hard cock pulse, and then I felt the warm volley of cum as it pumped down my throat.
I continued to three-finger fuck his asshole. Every time I stroked across his prostate, I was rewarded with another load of his cum. Coach's heavy hanging balls were slamming against my chin and neck. I had released them to hang onto his butt cheeks as he continued to fuck my face and fill my throat with his manseed.
I don't remember him ever pumping this much cum during an orgasm. Or, maybe that was because it was going down my throat and not up my ass. Yes, I would rather have had his thick nine inches up my ass, but in the moment, we did what we needed to do to relieve our lust.
When he had finally accepted that his orgasm was over, he began to pull his softening cock from my mouth. I sucked it clean before it left my lips. I loved the taste of Coach's cum. That is one thing I don't get to enjoy if his cock is up my ass.
Coach lifted me to my feet. I had left a puddle of pre-cum on the floor between my knees. My still hard dick was extended out one leg of my shorts. Coach grasped my hard six inches and led me to the bed.
As he laid me back onto the bed, I became aware, and he saw for the first time how sunburned I was. My skin was red all over and felt as if it were on fire. I winced as my skin touched the sheets. Coach noticed my reaction and retrieved the suntan lotion from the kitchen table.
He removed the cap and began to spread the lotion generously over my chest. He spread it on my shoulders and across my stomach Then down my thighs and shins. Once he had covered my front with the cool lotion, he had me turn onto my stomach and he spread the lotion on my backside.
Coach generously poured lotion onto my back and worked his way down across my bubble butt cheeks. I spread my legs to allow him access between my cheeks, but that wasn't what he was doing. Coach continued down the back of my thighs and calves until my body was covered with the soothing, cool lotion.
He then had me turn over again so I was on my back. He applied more lotion to my front and this time gently massaged it into my hot, burned skin. He started with my chest and shoulders and worked his way down my torso.
Coach had skipped over my groin area the first time, but now he applied the lotion to my dick and balls. Yes, they were sunburned too. He rubbed lotion between his hands and with both hands massaged the lotion into my balls. He would gently tug at my ballsack as he rubbed the lotion into my ballsack skin. He would pull his hand down my dick as if he were milking it, and rub the lotion into the skin. Of course this had the effect of immediately turning me on and my dick was getting hard with the lubricated stroking it was receiving.
About every fourth or fifth stroke, Coach"s hand would slip between my sunburned thighs and rub lotion in my butt crack. I opened my legs wider to give him total access to my ass. I don't know what Coach had in mind, but I knew where I wanted this to go.
Coach continued to massage suntan lotion into my dick and balls. I was fully aroused and wanted something in my ass. Coach knew me well enough that he was prepared to oblige me.
One finger slipped inside my ass and pushed in and out as his other hand continued rubbing lotion into my ballsack and dick. Then two fingers were inside me as he continued to stroke them in and out of my ass. My legs opened wider letting Coach know I liked what he was doing and to give me more.
Now I felt three fingers. It was a tight fit, but I wanted it. As his fingers massaged my hole, my sphincter slowly stretched to accept the three fingers. My dick was leaking pre-cum. I had forgotten the pain of my sunburn. The pleasure I was feeling in my dick and asshole had taken over.
"Give me more, Paul." I said, using his first name in my heat of passion.
He pushed a fourth finger inside me. This time it began to hurt. I wanted it, but the pain was more than I had expected. He continued to work his four fingers in my sphincter, trying to loosen it up.
My asshole always felt like it needed to be filled with more than whatever was already inside it. I had visions of having Coach's arm inside my ass at least up to his elbow. Now the reality of making that happen was upon me. I was having trouble accepting four fingers, not even his hand.
I'm sure with enough time and patience and lubricant, I could take more, but for now it wasn't going to happen. And, I realized if I stretched my sphincter too much, it would not be tight fit for Coach. I wanted to continue to be able to maximize his pleasure inside me, and I knew that would maximize my pleasure also.
So, with that realization, I said "Fuck me, Paul. Fuck me now".
Coach was happy to oblige. He didn't want to hurt my sunburn, so he was careful to not lie on top of me. He raised my legs onto his shoulders and gently pushed his thick, hard nine inches inside my well-lubricated asshole. Yes! This is what I wanted. This felt so right. This was comfortable. I closed my eyes and relaxed as Coach gently fucked my hungry, hot ass.
I found the suntan lotion bottle on the bed beside me. I squeezed some lotion into one palm and spread it onto Coach's chest as he was fucking me. I pinched his nipples and tugged at them. I could tell this added to his arousal. His breathing was getting heavier and his fucking was increasing in pace.
The in and out motion of his large cock across my prostate and through my sphincter felt so good. I could go to sleep with this gentle massaging of my asshole. But, I wanted to be aware of every stroke and every moment with Coach. I wanted to do all I could to ensure that he received as much pleasure from this fuck as I did.
I tightened my sphincter around his thick cock as it plunged in and out of me. I tugged on his nipples. I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my heels into his butt cheeks. I wanted Coach to be as far into me as he could possible be. Pre-cum from my hard dick was puddling on my stomach mixed with suntan lotion.
At last, I felt Coach go into orgasm. I felt his warm cum squirting into my warm, well-lubricated ass. I pushed my ass against his groin as he pushed against and into me, trying to get as much pleasure from this orgasm as possible. We bucked against each other. I wanted all of his cum and I wanted it as far inside my ass as I could get it. Coach wanted to keep pumping cum inside me and as far inside my hungry hole as he could pump it.
Coach knew when he finished I would want his cock to stay inside me, but he didn't want to collapse on top of me as he usually did because of my sunburn. I wanted his cock to stay inside me, but how do we do this?
"Sit up." I told Coach.
He knew what I meant. He leaned back and pulled me with him such that he was sitting on the bed with me sitting in his lap with his cock still imbedded firmly in my ass. He crossed his legs under me. I leaned forward and kissed him. He returned the kiss. His first reaction was to wrap his arms around my back, but we both quickly realized that was painful to my sunburn.
I found the suntan lotion bottle where it had fallen on the bed. I squeezed a large amount into my palm and spread it across Coach's chest, again pinching and tugging at his nipples. Coach took the bottle and generously spread lotion across my chest. You could almost see my sunburned skin soak in the lotion. He continued spreading the lotion by reaching around me and applying it to my back. I reached around Coach and applied lotion to his back. This brought us even closer together.
We were face to face. There was suddenly a mutual realization between us of what we had together. We both smiled. We gave each other a quick kiss and looked at each other again. Then we kissed passionately again. Coach leaned back and pulled me over on top of him as he lay on his back on the bed.
I lay my face on his shoulder as we enjoyed the closeness of our bodies. We fell asleep this way.
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