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I want to thank those of you who sent me emails after part one of this series was printed. This is my first effort at an erotic tale, and I'm very happy that my words have created the "desired" effect in my audience.
RIM SHOTS (Part Two)
From Tommy's Tongue
After our final sloppy kiss, Doc and I pulled apart reluctantly; we agreed to meet at my house at 8 p.m. to continue my physical. To say that it was "hard" to leave his office that morning would be an understatement.
I jumped into my Jeep and just made it to school and my homeroom as the final bell was ringing. My best pal, Joe, was looking at me strangely as I sat down in my desk behind him.
"Hey, TG, you look like the cat that ate the canary. What's causing you to smile like that?" he asked.
I didn't even realize that I was smiling. "I dunno...just in a good mood this morning, I guess."
Joe and I are really close. We've been best friends since sixth grade when we played summer league football together. We did the sleepover thing, campouts, experimenting with cigarettes, pot, beer and other "adult beverages," double dating -- all those coming of age activities -- together. We even lost our virginity on the same night -- in the same car! There were no secrets between us. This morning's sexual romp with the Doc would have to be a first.
Joe and I were the starting wide receivers on our school's football team. We were a formidable pair, and we were hoping to both get scholarships to play at the Sate U the following year. While we were evenly matched size-wise -- six feet, 180 pounds, muscular -- the similarities ended there. Joe has jet-black hair, brown eyes, and a light coat of hair on his chest, legs and his ass.
Speaking of asses, he was leaning forward in his desk, whispering to Sally Connors in the seat ahead of him, and his ass was thrust out for me to ogle. I was practically drooling. I had to keep myself together. Less than twelve hours ago, I would never, KNOWINGLY, look at another guy's posterior with a lustful thought, BUT NOW! Now, I wanted to reach forward, pull Joe's skintight 501s down and dive face-first into his muscular, hairy ass crack!
"...Dr. Franklin go?" He had been speaking t me and I didn't even notice, I was so deep in my daydream about tonguing his hole.
"Sorry, Joe, I didn't hear you?"
"I asked how your appointment with the doctor went this morning? Is he going to let your sorry ass play ball this year?"
"The Doc didn't think my ass was so sorry," I thought to myself, but I said out loud, "It was fine. I've got the paperwork to give Coach Jacobs during PE this afternoon. I'm good to go. One step closer to us getting those 'ships to the U next year."
"That's great, man! We're going to have a championship this year, and free rides for us, I just know it!" he said with a winning smile. I'd never really noticed how sensual his thick lips were...
I was lusting over my best friend; I just had the best orgasms of my life with my sexy doctor, and here I was, having thoughts about doing the same stuff with Joe. I had to think about other things -- dead cats, my Mom and Dad having sex, my ex-girlfriend's pussy -- to keep from getting a full-blown woody. ("Full-blown," poor choice of words, I know.)
"See ya later, man!" I hadn't even noticed the bell had rung; I was so busy thinking about running my tongue all over Joe's (and the Doc's) body. He stopped moving and turned back to me, saying, "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot...I need to tell you about this wild phone call I got last night."
"P-phone call?" I stammered.
"Yeah, it was crazy, man. I know that the world is full of weird people, but I'll tell you all about it this afternoon during FF."
I wondered if he got a call from the same...NAH. I'd just wait till later to find out.
All though the day, my "ass-awareness," not to mention, my overall perception of the male anatomy of my classmates (and teachers) was keeping my dick semi-erect and uncomfortable in my tight jockey's. I was particularly interested in Mr. Broderick, my Biology teacher. He filled his khakis perfectly in all the right places particularly in the rear, if you get my drift.
As I walked into the gym for my last class of the day, I was truly apprehensive about throwing an eight-inch throbber in front of my football teammates, who all conveniently took PE at the same hour. I purposely rushed from my last class so that I could be changed before anyone else got there.
After changing into my jock, I felt somewhat safer. Just as I was about to pull on my gym shorts, Coach Jacobs came around the corner.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Clark. Did you meet the deadline?" he asked.
"Sure did, Coach. I've got the paperwork in my backpack." I pulled it out. "Here you go."
As he looked it over, I looked HIM over. DAMN, he is one fine piece of maleness. He's a little shorter than me, about five eleven, but he easily has twenty or thirty pounds on me...all of it muscle. He has reddish blond hair, green eyes and a killer smile. His skin is kinda pale, but in a healthy-looking way. He is twenty-three, married to a beautiful trophy wife with two nice-looking kids. Everyone in town loved him and the results his teams got on the playing field.
He always did his daily workout during the next-to-last period and changed before "football freebie (FF)" as everyone called our PE class. We shot hoops, lifted weights, sat around and bullshitted -- pretty much whatever we wanted, with little or no supervision -- one great perk of being a senior member of the state-champion football team.
Coach stood there wearing just a towel, still slightly damp from his shower. He was holding the cloth together with his left hand, and his bulging thigh was exposed all the way to his hip where the cloth didn't quite meet. Standing sideways to me, as he was, I could see the wet fabric clinging to his ass cheeks and almost defining the bulge of his large dickhead.
I was looking over his entire lower half hungrily; when I looked up I saw that he had been watching me. DAMN, I was busted I tried to cover. "Coach, you must have had a good workout today. Your hammies are ripped!"
"Tommy, please come to my office...no, don't dress yet. I have a question to ask you about this exam certification."
"O-okay, Coach..." I closed my locker. As I followed him, I admired his v-shaped back and, again, his slim hips and bouncing butt, the towel was actually short enough that as he walked I could see the most of his smooth left ass cheek and part of the crack a few times." Needless to say, with my newfound interest in male ass, it was an arousing show.
"Close the door and lock it, Tommy." I did as I was instructed. As I turned, he was leaning over his desk, naked except for his towel now around his neck, with the sheet Doc had filled out in front of him. His ass was two perfect ovals of muscular flesh. I was drooling.
"Tommy, come here and look at this form. Do you see the checkmark here by 'prostate exam?'" I came and stood by him, feeling the heat coming off his body. I shivered and felt that same sexual tension that I had felt earlier with Doc.
"I see it, Coach...is something wrong?"
He said, "This checkmark looks odd to me, Tommy." I knew why...the Doc's hand probably shook when he made it. Mine probably would've too. "Are you sure he examined your prostate, or did you make this mark yourself?"
"NO, Coach, I promise! He examined it thoroughly. He actually told me that I had a very healthy prostate." The truth is always good, right?
He stood, threw his towel on his desk chair and turned to face me looking into my eyes. He must have seen some sort of nervousness because he said "Hum...I won't say that I don't trust you, but maybe I should call the doctor to make sure."
I looked down. It seemed his nipples were harder than they had been in the locker room, and I followed the thin trail of russet hair that started at his navel and led to his thick pubic bush. His dick was semi-erect...I could tell.
"Coach, I promise, he did it, but if you want to and you know how, I don't mind if you check it out to see for yourself." I couldn't believe these words were coming out of my mouth.
Again, he looked my right in the eye, but there was something else there this time. I wasn't quite sure what it was, but it sorta reminded me of the way the Doc looked that morning.
"Okay, I'll do just that. Climb up on the massage table, Tommy. Put your knees on the edge and hang your butt over the edge." He patted my ass as I passed him and it sent a chill through my body, and my dick that was half-hard, completed it's journey. As I was facing away from him, I adjusted it to point north, so it wouldn't be uncomfortable.
"You mean like this, Coach?" I asked.
"Spread your knees and lower your ass for me so it's right in front of my face. That's good. Now let's get started..." He paused and for the second time that day I felt hot breaths on my sensitive asshole. "Tommy, did he use KY on you? I don't have any here."
"No, Coach," I replied, "he didn't have any either. He used a more natural substance."
"What was that?"
I took a deep breath and in a low voice answered. "He used his spit." My dick was throbbing and my head was spinning.
"He did, huh? Well, I DO have some of that available, so I'll do the same." The wall next to the massage table was mirrored, so by turning my head toward it I could see the coach looking deep into my ass valley. His face was less than a foot away. I also noticed that his dick -- which was about seven inches at that point in time -- was parallel to the floor, with a pre-cum moist head. He said, "Tommy, reach back and pull your cheeks apart so we can get started."
I did as I was instructed and was soon laying face first on the table with my ass raised. I watched as Coach J did the same as I had earlier that morning, slurping his index and middle fingers into his sexy mouth. He pulled them out and traced them in a circular motion around the edge of my burning hot hole. I tried to stifle it, but I let out a moan that could not be mistaken for anything but pleasure. My moans grew louder as he pushed his index finger about an inch or so in.
"You like that, huh?"
"Yeah, Coach, I don't know why, but it feels pretty good." Actually it felt wonderful. The finger was now all the way in my ass.
"Oops, my finger has dried up; I'll have to get it wet again." He turned to face the mirror looking into my eyes as he pulled it out, and slowly brought it back to his face. He held it under his nose and I could hear him deeply inhaling, smelling my ass essence. He closed his eyes and, so fast I almost didn't see it, his finger was buried completely in his mouth. This time we both moaned. As he sucked hungrily on his finger he moved his left hand to my left ass cheek over my hand that was already there. He pushed my hand away. He pulled the finger out of his mouth, moved my right hand out of the way and now held my ass cheeks open with his muscular hands.
"Tommy, I need to get you much wetter back there if we're going to do this and not hurt you."
"I understand, Coach, do whatever you feel you need to do. It's for the team, right?" I was in a totally submissive position; however, I didn't feel threatened in any way.
He looked into my eyes one more time, slightly nodding, turned slowly, and BURIED HIS FACE INTO MY ASS! I swear to God, I squealed. I'd never heard a noise like that come out of my mouth.
Trying to keep my voice down, I said, "Oh, Coach, get it wet! Stick you tongue in there deep!" I probably could have cum just from the Coach's rim job, but I'd already had five big O's in the past twenty hours or so. That was a good thing because I wanted these feelings to last for a while longer. I looked back in the mirror and saw Coach beating his meat. It was now about seven and a half inches and fat as hell -- a real pig sticker.
He and I were both whimpering in pleasure. He was shaking his head left and right, trying to get his tongue deeper into my hungry hole. I reached back with my right hand and pulled the back of head to get him even closer. He was snorting and panting like a dog in heat.
I raised my voice a little, "COACH, COACH...EAT IT, MAN. YOU'RE MAKING ME FEEL SO GOOD!"
He pulled back and said, "Keep quiet! Turn over and take that jock off." I did as requested, and he took it from me and he pushed my sweaty, pre-cum soaked strap into my mouth. "Bite down on that to keep from making too much noise. You have one sweet ass here and I'm not even ready to start the prostate exam yet."
He was now squatting, face again level with my ass, took both his thumbs and stretched my hole open even more than it already was. This time he stuck out the longest tongue I have ever seen, or so it seemed, and pointed it at my dilated hole. This time, he moved his head forward and back, literally fucking my hole with his massive oral organ. I began to grunt on each inward thrust. My dick was dripping a steady flow of pre-cum on my stomach and getting close to orgasm, once again.
I reached up and pulled the tasty gag from my mouth. "Coach, slow down a minute...I'm about to cum."
Instead of stopping, he dove in again and shoved his magic tongue into my rectum as far as he could get it. He rose to a bent-over position, and began rotating his head to drive his licker into me in from a different angle each time.
"Coach, I'm gonna cum...gonna cum!" My first shot exploded from me flying directly into my open mouth. The salty-sweet mixture just turned me on that much more. I shot five more spurts that landed on my neck, chest and stomach. As I came, Coach was taking long licks from just below my asshole to the base of my balls. Every time he passed over my puckering asshole, my dick spasmed again and sent another drip of cum sliding down the shaft.
Coach quickly rose to his feet and said, "I'm about to cum. Where do you want it?"
"In my mouth..." I turned my head to the side and he thrust his incredibly thick tool through my wide-open lips. He pumped three times and shot an enormous load of his sweet cum into my mouth and down my throat.
Taking deep pants, the coach said, "That was unbelievable."
Noticing that the cock in my mouth was still pulsing hard, I was still incredibly horny; I wasn't any softer either. I pulled off his sweet prick, slowly stoking it, and said, "Coach, we haven't finished my prostate exam yet, have we?"
He smiled down at me, and lowered his face to me. No gentle kisses for this man; he drove his massive tongue into my mouth until it felt like it was going down my throat. He straightened up and looked down at my face and his quivering tool. "Tommy, I have a special instrument for these examinations. Do you think you can handle it?"
"Coach, I've never had an examination with such an instrument, but I want yours to be the first. I want you to see just how healthy my prostate is," I panted.
He leaned over and gave me a tenderer tongue-probing kiss, sliding his hand across my chest and stomach to collect some of my previous cum load. He grabbed his beautiful fat tool with the same hand and we both watched as he lubricated himself with about a million of my progeny.
"Back up Tommy; I'm coming up there with you." I did as he instructed. "Pull you legs back and let me see that sweet hole again. Look at that. DAMN! It's puckering for me!" Using his left hand to brace himself, he fell, tongue-first, into my sloppy dripping asshole. He backed up, spit directly into the hole and used his tongue to push it in deep.
After he'd done the same thing three or four times, I whimpered, "Coach, I'm ready. Fuck me...fuck me, please."
He smiled and told me to put my legs on his shoulders. He picked up my jock, put it back in my mouth and said, "Okay, now pull those sweet cheeks apart, and push down on your hole like you're taking a shit."
I felt the massive head of his joint touching my virgin hole. He stayed still there for a few moments. My sphincter was burning hot. Using a gentle pressure, the head slipped into me...just like that. We both moaned in pleasure.
Slowly, he pushed his thick joint into me inch by delicious inch until I felt his thick pubes resting against my tender hole. There was no pain whatsoever. I was amazed. I always heard that buttfucking hurt like hell.
Slowly, he pulled outward, about an inch or so, and pushed himself back in, even deeper if that is possible. Back and forth he went like this until he pulled back until only his dickhead remained inside. He and I had both been watching the junction. He paused, raised his head, looked deeply into my eyes, and said, "Ready?"
I nodded, and he powerfully thrust his hips forward driving himself into me to the root. On this stoke his massive dickhead slid over and past my pulsing prostate. My eyes shot open, and I watched him throw his head back as we both made every effort to stifle our groans of pleasure. Every muscle on his chest and stomach were sharply defined. He was (and is) beautiful.
As he began a series of hard thrusts, I reached up with my left hand and began to tweak his stiff right nipple. With my right hand, I reached down below my balls to the point where his cock was moving in and out of my stretched asshole. I let my fingers drag along his shaft as it moved in and out. Lifting my hand so he could see what I was doing, I pulled the jock out of my mouth and sucked in those fingers that were coated with my cum and ass juices, his spit and our sweat. It was delicious!
Coach J bent over and began kissing me while my fingers were still sucking up the elixir. I could tell by the urgency of his thrusts that we were reaching the home stretch. I have never felt anything as wonderful in my entire life -- pleasure beyond my wildest dreams...
I separated our mouths, pulled his ear to my mouth and whispered, "Oh, Coach, fuck me! I'm gonna cum without even touching my dick. Harder, Coach, HARDER!" I punctuated the order by sticking my tongue into his ear channel.
He began pile-driving my happy hole, and I pulled his mouth back to mine just as we both reached our peaks. The room echoed with the sounds of flesh slapping against wet flesh and our somewhat muffled groans of rapture.
Coach pulled his tongue out of my mouth and whimpered against my lips, "Oh, Baby, I'm GONNA..." One final deep thrust, and I could feel his dick pulsing and his load shooting directly onto my sensitive prostate. I began shooting as soon as the first of his blasts hit my love button, my ass began clutching his massive organ in an even tighter grip.
It felt as though, his cum was shooting through my dick. Our massive spurts seemed to be in perfect unison. Slowly, as the feelings subsided, Coach let my legs lower till they were wrapped around his muscular waist He let his more of his full weight come to rest fully on me with his head in the nape of my neck
After our deep breathing subsided somewhat subsided and his now-limp dick fell from my now-gaping hole, he said. "You are a fucking mess, Mr. Grant. Let me clean you up." He stood on the side of the table with his hands behind his back, leaned over and took long licks on my neck, my chest, my stomach and cleaned up every drop of cum he could find. He had me turn over, and, from the end of the table, took another nose-dive into my now-dripping hole. He licked, lapped and sucked for two or three minutes to get as much of the shared juices. I was actually rock-hard again by the time he had me turn over again.
He went all the way around the table to the end where my head was resting, climbed onto the table, dropped his slimy dick into my mouth and lowered his face down to clean up my now dripping dick. As I sucked him, I realized I hadn't yet seen his asshole, much less tasted it. I felt slightly unfulfilled because I wasn't able to taste Doc's ass either.
I pulled my mouth off his now-again-stiffening cock, and quickly sucked and licked a couple of fingers on my right hand. Taking his dick back into my cum-hungry mouth, I moved my dripping fingers to his ass cleft to find his love hole. When my fingers reached it, and circled its rim, he hardened even more in my mouth. Within seconds, he was fucking my throat and when my wet index finger penetrated to the first knuckle, he stiffened and began shooting another less-massive load down my throat.
After a brief recovery, he redoubled his efforts on my dick. I wanted to have my tongue in his asshole when he came, but I was too drained, too weak to make it happen, so I pulled my finger out of his hole, brought it to my nose to first smell and then suck into my mouth. DELICIOUS! The taste actually set me off to my third orgasm, that he swallowed completely.
After I recovered somewhat, he turned around to lay beside me. He kissed me tenderly, and said, "That was the most intense prostate exam I've EVER given." We just looked at each other and began to laugh.
Slowly, we stood, and used his still-wet bath towel to wipe ourselves down as best we could. "Tom, I suggest you hop into the shower before practice begins. I also promise not to be too hard on you today. You've had quite a workout already." Again, we laughed.
I looked at him and said, "Coach, can we do this again...someplace where we don't have to hurry or worry about making too much noise? I want to hear you talking dirty to me while I have my tongue up your sweet asshole."
As I stepped into my moist jockstrap, he lightly caressed my shoulders and said, "We'll do it again. Don't worry. That was the best sex I've ever had."
"So my prostate passed its inspection, huh?"
"Yeah, but I think your condition calls for follow-up exams. I also think my prostate needs periodic inspection, as well."
"No problem, Coach. I'll hold you to that." We hugged and kissed again before I unlocked the door and stepped, smiling, into the now-active locker room.
(To be continued)
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