Mike Loves Cum 13
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Ron pulled me to his lap. "I'm so glad you're good with my clients, Mike. Imagine, Les wanting to suck you off because he's impressed how handsome you are! And you are, you know. Handsome and willing to please others. A wonderful combination, Mike."
He caressed my hair. "Oh, sir, it feels so good. I'm more used to sucking than getting sucked. It felt so good. It feels so good with a cock in my mouth, I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt the other way around."
Ron caressed my face. "And he went deep, didn't he?" He gently pushed two fingers into my mouth, almost to my throat. I sucked his fingers for a moment then responded.
"God, yes. Almost all the way." I was caressing Ron's chest, enjoying his manly chest hair. We were quiet for a while. I so enjoyed feeling his chest, combing his thick body hair, then his belly, all that hair. Then down to his pubes. I caressed it all. I loved touching him. Finally, I stroked his cock. He wasn't hard. I stroked his cock a few times, then stroked his big balls. Ron gave me full access. I enjoyed touching my boss, my master. I looked up, he was asleep.
I continued to gently touch him, to caress him. His big soft cock, his big low hanging nuts, his hairy man hole. It all felt so good. I didn't want to leave so kept touching for many minutes. His armpits felt so soft. He has hair everywhere I noted. Even his kind face with its unshaved stubble, felt so good.
My head was pressed at his chest, absent-mindedly licking his chest hair. I look at his eyes, just opening. I smiled. I felt so wonderful, so protected. "Thank you sir. Thank you for taking such good care of me."
"And thank YOU," he smiled back. "You did so good with the frat boys."
"Especially Blue," I told him. He really liked that I swallowed his big dick."
"All of it?" Ron asked.
"Thanks to you and Mr. Thornton, I was able to take his 10 inches. And it felt so good in my mouth. So filling. And his cum tasted so so good."
Ron hugged me. "A perfect houseboy! Handsome, big cock, great cocksucker. What more can a master want?"
"And my cooking?"
"Ugh, you're right. Just a near-perfect houseboy."
"Blue says his cock is too big for his girlfriend. I think he hinted I should fuck her." I gently stroked Ron's big cock some more.
Ron giggled. "Can you do that?"
"I...I don't know. I've never even seen a girl naked. Except on film. I kind of like naked men, to tell the truth."
"I've fucked many women, Mike. Fucked my ex a thousand times. And now a few men. You gotta want to fuck for it to work. If you're not ready, even with your perfect cock, then don't put yourself into a position to regret the effort. They'll be a time when fucking a pussy makes sense for you. Don't be in any rush."
"That's such good advice, sir. Thank you. I'm not sure if he really means it anyway. But it's sure nice to hear someone say how he likes my cock more than his."
I kept combing fingers through Ron's belly and pubic hairs. It felt so nice, so comfortable. We were quiet again, just relaxing. Ron's cock had hardened. Would he want me to suck him? I wasn't sure what to do. Then I felt pressure at my head. Ron was pushing me down.
"Houseboy, it's time to suck cock," Ron directed.
"Yes SIR," I answered with a smile.
In no rush, I spent the next 20 minutes, slowly, very slowly sucking 9 inch cock. It felt wonderful on my tongue, in my full mouth and even down my throat. I kept looking at my master, assuring his pleasure. After 15 minutes or so, he suddenly stood to begin pounding my mouth. "Good cocksucker, oh so good, cocksucker," he moaned as he rammed my face with his big cock. When he was ready, I grasped his heavy balls, and swallowed all his sperm. So delicious!
When he was done, he wiped his cock over my face. "Good houseboy," he moaned.
The phone rang. Ron quickly answered it. I busied myself cleaning up.
Ron watched me brushing off the big club chairs. "That was Les. Seems the assistant wrestling coach dropped by the Dungeon. Les told him about you. The coach is willing to see if you're college wrestling material. But the school sports complex is closed. He's willing to come here. Want to meet him?"
"Uh...uh sure. But am I good enough? And is dad ok with it?"
"Your dad told me he hoped you'd pursue it after high school, so I'm sure he's ok. Les says the coach can be here at 2:00. Heck, you don't have to decide anything, just have him check you out. What do'ya say?"
I was suddenly frightened. What if I'm not very good? "I..I don't want to take away from my duties again, sir."
"Let me decide about your duties, boy." He sounded stern. "Good to learn if you're qualified. But with your body, I bet you'd do well. Let's let the coach decide."
I felt better that Ron was making the decision. "Yes, sir," I said meekly.
Ron had me drag out two old mats from the storage area. Pretty beat up, but it'll do.
The doorbell rang at 2:10. "Be on the ball," Ron ordered. I quickly donned my door shorts' to greet a muscular man of perhaps 24 or 25 years of age. His T-shirt blazoned State Wrestling' in the school colors. "Hi. I'm Dave Lewis. I'm looking for Mike, you Mike?" I led him to the Lower Level, where Ron was just donning his own shorts.
"Vegas?" Dave asked, noting the sign.
Ron laughed. "What happens in Vegas..."
"Sounds good. Do you have mats here in Vegas?"
Ron led us to the open area near his club chairs. "This do?"
"Good." He looked at me closely. His gaze went from head to toe. "Turn around." He looked at me from the back. "OK," he said as he explained to Ron. "If he doesn't have the body, he'll never make it. Looks ok, let's get a singlet on."
"I have one at home from last year. It might be a bit small..."
"No need, I brought one from the lost and found. Might also be a bit small.," Dave told us.
It looked really small. And washed out. I took it and turned to lower my shorts.
"No need to be shy, Mike," Dave said quickly. I struggled to get the singlet on under Dave's gaze. "Yeah, it's tight," he agreed. I finally got the straps pulled over my shoulders, but it pulled the crotch tight to my nuts.
Ron laughed. "Mike's voice is gonna be really high after this."
Mike pulled out another singlet from his gym bag and quickly put it on. He had dropped his shorts and put on the singlet without turning away. I got a quick glimpse of his dick, a fat 4 inch soft cock over average sized tight balls. I was glad he didn't put on a jock as I didn't have one either. I remember my high school coach required a jock, but not Dave. His singlet formed to his body properly. I could see the outline of his penis clearly.
I looked down at my very tight singlet. My own cock was clearly outlined. But more than outlined, it was almost visible through the worn fabric. I started getting hard. Oh no...
"OK let's get into Referee's position," Dave instructed.
With me on all fours, Dave's arm around me, I started to move. It came naturally, Dave didn't try too hard and quickly I got an escape. "Excellent," Dave exclaimed. We repeated the action with me on top, and I quickly got Dave in a takedown. "Excellent," Dave exclaimed again. I felt proud but could feel my cock in the small uniform. I was nearly hard!
Dave looked at me then at Ron. "Boy has the moves. Might do well in the real trials with Coach Maselli. Let's try some more"
We then returned with me in the bottom position. Dave now took stronger control. When I tried to escape, he grabbed onto my crotch, holding me there as I struggled. And then he squeezed. My cock was rigid. Dave squeezed more. It felt so good.
"Someone likes wrestling," he giggled, continuing to rub my shaft through the thin material.
I could hear Ron giggling as well. Embarrassing!
Dave didn't stop rubbing my cock through the singlet. "Glad you're liking the close contact, Mike. Makes for good practices."
"Mike will DEFINITELY like the practices," Ron agreed.
Dave said, "OK, MIke. We need to get a closer look at you. Let's drop the uniform. Doesn't fit anyway." He quickly pulled down the shoulder straps and then the shorts. It felt so good without the pressure on my balls, but I was now naked in front of this coach and of course Ron. "No need to be embarrassed, Mike. Our wrestlers tend to hang out nude pretty much."
"I need to get a close look at Mike," Dave said to Ron. "OK?" Ron nodded. His decision, not mine.
He started at my head. His fingers ran through my hair, examining my scalp. Felt nice as he mussed my hair. He ran fingers across my forehead, gently feeling my skin. Then around to my ears, poking fingers inside. "Nice Mike," he said so softly. His fingers touched, it felt like a caress, around my eyes, my nose. He pushed a finger into each nostril. "Nice, Mike." I inhaled that finger, such an intimate gesture.
He used his thumb to feel my lips, caressing them for several seconds before pushing his thumb inside my mouth. "Suck my thumb, Mike," he ordered, as I used my tongue to caress this finger. He then pushed two middle fingers into my mouth. It felt really nice to suck them for several more seconds. We stared at each other as I sucked his fingers obediently.
Finally Dave dragged his fingers lower. He examined my neck carefully, feeling from back to my throat. "Healthy, Mike," he said softly. Then my chest, carefully feeling my pecs, outlining the shape as he went. He squeezed both nipples, as I whooshed in mild pain. Dave just smiled.
"Lift your right arm, Mike," Dave instructed. "Very manly, Mike," he said when he saw my thick pit hair. He gently ran a few fingers through that hair, feeling it all around. He pressed into the pit, feeling inside. "Healthy," he said as he then combed his knuckles through the hair.
"Now the left." He repeated the action again. I found I really enjoyed how he combed my pit hair, feeling all the hair I have. "Really nice, Mike. Very manly." I couldn't help but feel a bit of pride.
He felt my shoulders carefully, squeezing from my neck down to my arms. He kept repeating how nice it was. He felt my biceps, pressing into them to feel their size. "Make a muscle." I did as he pressed into the length of each of my biceps and around to my triceps. "Good Mike," he repeated. He looked at Ron. "Great for high school, might need work for college wrestling."
He went lower onto my arms, feeling all the way, pressing his hands as he went. He reached my hands, feeling each one carefully. He stroked each finger individually, first with the right, then the left. He again looked into my eyes as he gently pulled each finger. Then he intertwined his fingers with mine. "Really nice, Mike, good strong hands," he whispered. Needless to say my cock was throbbing.
He started on my feet, pressing gently into my soles and then my toes. He gently felt each toe of both feet. His fingers felt between each toe, carefully stroking each space. My cock was dripping, I never felt anything like that. His actions were so slow, so gentle that I closed my eyes in my enjoyment of his touch.
Slowly he worked his way up my calves, pressing into my legs carefully. Then my knees, examining each one. He rotated each knee assessing its strength. Then my quads, squeezing fully. He reached back for my hamstrings, squeezing them fully. I looked down to see his face right at my groin as he felt the hammies.
"Strong, Mike," he whispered as he looked up past my very hard penis to my eyes.
"Time to check the privates. He touched my nuts. "Low hangers," he commented. Gently, very gently, he caressed each nut before squeezing them tightly. "He has impressive low hangers, Ron. Gonna make a lot of baby batter." He continued to caress my balls for a couple of long minutes. It felt so so good!
Ron spoke up. "Uh, I think I should leave you two to your evaluation."
"Please stay, Ron, please. You're needed to assure nothing inappropriate occurs." Dave was reaching back behind my balls, feeling the sensitive area there, as I moaned. It felt so good. My cock continued to drip, now dripping all over Dave's arm.
Ron laughed. "Yeah gotta make sure nothing's inappropriate." I saw his own cock was hard, standing out its full 9 inches. His shorts were off.
Dave moved his hands from my balls to my pubes. "Thick man hair," he commented as his fingers combed through my hair. "Soft and dense, not a typical combination." He spread hair from each position, looking inside carefully. "Nice and healthy, Mike. Should be proud." He kept combing my hair, pulling some strands its full length. "Very healthy," he repeated looking up at me. My cock continued to leak. I was having trouble not cumming.
He reached up to feel my abs. "This is what makes a strong wrestler, not to mention help a penis look big and strong, Mike. Rock hard abdominal muscles. You have good abs going. Good for wrestling as well as for your cock image. Keep doing sit-ups. He caressed all around my belly and abs. Felt so good!
"Time to finally look at your penis, Mike. And a nice one it is, don't you think so Ron? What 7 inches?" Dave caressed my cock, my hard throbbing cock. "Stands straight, hard teen cock, right Ron?" He caressed my cock so perfectly, making a fist to spread my leakage all over my shaft. I couldn't take it, I was about to pop. Dave saw this and quickly removed his hand. He then pulled my slit open, looking at my urethra. Drops of pre quickly bubbled up, Dave captured a drop onto his finger and tasted it. "Sweet, Mike. Just as I expected."
"Turn around Mike, gonna check out your ass, ok?" He quickly turned me and began caressing my cheeks. "Beautiful bubble butt, Mike," he complimented, squeezing my ass with both of his strong hands. He pulled the cheeks apart. "Man, you have a beautiful hole, Mike, don't you think so, Ron?"
Ron laughed again. "Yeah, but you're not the first to see that. Several others have told Mike he has a perfect ass."
"That he does," Dave agreed, keeping my cheeks spread. "Have any oil or lube here, Ron," Dave asked. "Gonna have to look inside this beautiful boy-hole."
"Um, we don't want..." Ron sounded concerned. I still have several hours to go before I can get fucked.
"Not gonna do anything inappropriate, Ron. Just a finger. Gotta feel inside, trust me."
It felt so wonderful as Dave lubed my hole. I couldn't help but repeatedly moan out loud. Dave added more and more lube. "He's so tight, Ron," Dave was saying as I moaned again and again. My feet were above my head so both men could see my boy-hole. "Beautiful tight hole," Dave repeated. I felt a finger slowly enter.
"Uh oh," I moaned as just the tip of Dave's finger entered.
"Boy's clearly a virgin, so tight." Dave kept pushing deeper. I could feel him twisting that finger as he penetrated deeply. Suddenly I felt what seemed to be an electric shock.
"Found it!" Dave announced. He turned to Ron. "Boy's love button, his prostate, is really deep inside." I could see Ron nodding, trying hard not to smile. He's trying hard not to reveal he knows my prostate really well, I thought. But it felt so good, so fantastic.
Dave kept patting my prostate with his finger. I was squirming in ecstasy. "Great love button, Mike," Dave said, torturing me with his finger. "Feels good, huh?" he laughed. Using his other hand, he grasped my spasming cock. One stroke at bam! I must have shot 8 jets of cum all over my body, two shots hit my neck. Dave's arm was soaked in cum.
I was exhausted. Dave finally let me go. Ron told me later that Dave then licked my cum off his arm, even took some from my chest to taste. "Sweet," he said.
A few minutes later, we were sharing bottles of water, lounging on the club chairs. I was at Ron's feet, still naked. Dave and Ron were dressed. "I gotta leave in a minute," Dave said, addressing Ron, "but I wanted to explain some things about State's wrestling program. Mike clearly has enough skills for Coach Maselli to accept him into the program and his body is in great shape. He also appears willing to take coaching and direction. That's important for all student athletes. Coaches want boys, young men, to do what they're told and to learn. Mike needs to learn a lot about college wrestling. And also about working well with his teammates. Come here, Mike. Sit on my lap to hear this part, it's really important."
I sat on Dave's lap, allowing him to spread my legs over the armrests. He addressed me. "If you want to be a great competitor, you might want to get a head start. Work on your biceps, triceps, chest. Your legs are in great shape, but you should add a series of squats to strengthen your hamstrings and glutes." He paused a few seconds, taking the time to spread my legs even further, pressing his hands into my inner thighs. He started to speak again, but more softly. I felt a finger pressing along my boy-hole lips.
"But there is another part of our program, one that is not discussed, but very real. Wrestling is a tough sport, with a lot of tension, especially during a hard match. Our team has found a way to relieve that tension." He pressed his finger deep into my hole. I moaned out loud. "Let Ron see what I'm doing, Mike. Our team is very open. We use our holes to please each other as often as we can. We're eager for our teammates and coaches to watch us enjoying each other. We're naked frequently as we enjoy each other's bodies. Can you be comfortable with that Mike? There are a few members of the team that aren't comfortable, but most are. Especially since there's little time for girlfriends between schoolwork, fraternity responsibilities and team practices and matches."
Amazingly my cock was hard again. I groaned as Dave again found my love button. This time he openly grabbed my cock and jerked me several times until I again came into his hand. Again Dave licked his hand and proceeded to scoop up all my cum to consume. He looked at Ron. "Love the taste of this stuff," he told us.
He hugged me tight. "Mike, you're so tight inside. You have a beautiful butt and guys are gonna want to play with it. So before school starts, if you want to play back, you need to open up a bit. I suggest you get fucked. Several times. Maybe start with your dad. That's how I got started. My dad is still my favorite fuck. Try a butt plug. That works for some. So if you want to play with your teammates, get your boy-pussy open."
I just nodded. I couldn't tell him I've been fucked maybe 8 times. Heck, I got fucked four times just yesterday. And clearly Ron didn't want to offer the information. So I just nodded.
"And another thing. Perhaps unneeded to say, but to avoid any doubt. You sucked my fingers very well. I took that to mean you've sucked cock. I hope so. It's great to be a good cocksucker on the team. It so helps to relieve tension. There are no fights on our team even after practicing against each other all the time. Coach Maselli and I believe it's because we've sucked each other's cocks so often. So work at becoming a great cocksucker, if you're not already." Dave was accentuating his advice by playing with my soft cock and balls. It felt so good. Especially to be told to suck cock and get fucked. And to do it openly.
Ron was silent for a few moments. It must have been a shock to hear this advice. Finally he responded. "Thanks, Dave, I'm sure that's good advice. I'll have to discuss this with Mike's dad. Cliff's a good father, and wants to do the best for Mike. But it's his decision."
Dave took another few strokes of my dick and my balls. "Then we're done here. I'll report back to Coach Masilli. It's all good."
And as we were leaving, we again saw the sign. "And just like you guys, we practice the Vegas motto." He glanced again at my naked dick. "Hope to see you again, Mike. Remember to get fucked," he said with a smile.
I guess I looked a bit sad when he left. Ron looked at me, questioning. "He got to taste my cum, but I didn't get his," I explained.
"Let's fix that." Ron ran to the door just as Dave rang it.
"I forgot the singlets."
"Perfect," Ron answered. "I just realized I was not a good host. We have a great shower at the Lower Level, but I didn't offer you one. We're gonna jump in if you want to join."
Dave thought for a sec. "Great idea. I could use one."
Ron stripped his shorts off quickly. "Help Coach Dave with his shorts, Mike. He's our guest."
Dave laughed as I dropped to my knees to strip his shorts, getting to see his coach dick closely. A solid four inches, fat, still soft. It was surrounded by a thick patch of wiry brown hair. The hair extended up about 2 inches above his dick and all the way across from thigh to thigh. Ron's patch also goes thigh to thigh, but a good 4 inches above his dick.
Dave's cock seemed to be hardening at my gaze. "Look good?" Dave asked.
I felt my face blushing. "I..I'm sorry, coach. I shouldn't be staring at another guy's junk."
"Of course you should, Mike. Enjoy looking at my cock. It'll help you with your wrestling buds. Some really nice cocks there. Long, fat cocks for a guy to enjoy."
Ron interjected, "How `bout you soap up Dave the way you do me in the morning?" He turned to Dave, "Mike does a really good job getting me clean inside and out."
"Sounds perfect, Mike. Give me a good wash." Dave seemed eager.
I started at his face, quickly soaping his neck, then chest, then rock hard stomach. God he's built, I thought.
"Those are my abs, Mike. Keep rubbing them clean."
I followed orders, massaging his abs before drifting lower to his groin, washing his beautiful pubes carefully. I finally reached his cock. Eight inches, I thought. Beautiful cock. I washed his cock carefully, stroking the cock with tenderness. I loved the feel of his manly penis and hairy balls. His cock seemed to point to the sky. He was enjoying my wash. His cock sure looked good to me.
"Inside and out," Ron said. I got his message.
Dave turned as I washed his ass. So muscular! Tight cheeks. I ran a soapy hand into his crack. "Good boy, get me clean."
I washed his crack several times, making sure it was clean from top to below his tight balls. I slowed down around his pucker, washing it carefully. I looked at his star. It looked tight, but when I pressed a finger in it opened easily. "Ahh feels good," Dave moaned..
I soaped my fingers again, then pressed two into his hole. "Ah, really good, Mike. You're learning. Clean me good." I pressed my fingers deep into his hole, almost fucking it as I stroked back and forth.
Dave was stroking his cock. Eight inch cock looked so good to me. The soap ran off as I licked the head. "Woah, Mike. I guess you really are a cocksucker."
"I'm really new, sir."
"Well you'll really enjoy it."
I engulfed his penis, getting the head and an inch beyond. I sucked back and forth for just a minute.
Dave moaned. "Gonna pop soon. You've been torturing me for a while, Mike. Ready for man- cream?"
Was I ever. I placed my mouth over this stud's cock and waited. But Dave knew where to go. In a few strokes, he was creaming me. Forehead, eyes, cheeks and lips. I backed away from the shower to enjoy the cum. As he screamed in orgasm, I moaned in joy. I so love cum!
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