The Caregiver

The Caregiver

Chapter 6

When the dawn came, the sun's rays poured through the window upon Bobby, Ricky, and Aldo as their naked bodies lay nestled together like three cuddly kittens.

Bobby reached for his crutch. "I've got to pee so badly, I'm afraid I'll wet the bed."

As Bobby hurried to the bathroom, Ricky and Aldo followed. They stood around the toilet together as they let out a torrent of urine. They laughed as they tried to cross one another's streams. Aldo squirmed and giggled when he felt Bobby's and Ricky's fingers fondling his little round ass cheeks and running through his ass crack.

After their showers, they all headed off for work. Bobby was a little late arriving at the hospital for his therapy session. As he waited for the elevator, the door opened and a woman stepped out. They looked at each other for a moment before speaking.

"Well, if it isn't little Bobby Carter," she said.

"I know you," Bobby said. "You're Carla Jones. What are you doing here?"

"I just had a very satisfying meeting with Miss Klein, the Director of Nursing."

"About what?"

Carla's lips curled into a sneer. "Oh, Bobby dear, my conscience has been bothering me so much that I had to let her know."

"Let her know what?"

"About Ricky, of course. It's unfair to the hospital not to make them aware that one of their male nurses is a fucking queer."

"There are other gay people working here. Why are you singling him out?"

Carla tapped her finger on Bobby's chest. "Come, come, little man, he's not only a mother fucking queer, but he seduced one of his patients. And on top of that, he's the legal guardian of the boy he sleeps with. That bit of news was of enormous interest to Miss Klein. And I don't doubt the Department of Children and Families, as well as Family Court will be equally astounded."

Shaking his head and pushing Carla's finger away, Bobby stepped back and stared at her. "You're a snake, Carla. You hate Ricky so much you'd ruin his life, wouldn't you?

"I'm just doing my duty as a citizen who's concerned about the welfare of the patients at this hospital." Carla walked arrogantly through the lobby and out to the street.

Bobby went directly to Ricky's floor to warn him. They sat in a visitors' waiting area. Ricky held his face in his hands as he listened.

Just then, a floor nurse approached. "Ricky, Miss Klein called and asked that you come to her office as soon as possible."

With tears in his eyes, Bobby watched Ricky enter the elevator and disappear. He sat there for a long time, knowing he would be even later for his therapy. Almost blindly, he took the elevator to the therapy lab.

"Come in, Ricky," Miss Klein said without smiling. "Please sit down. I had a visit this morning from a woman who claimed she'd been your girlfriend. Her name is Carla Jones. Do you know her?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"She told me some very disturbing things about you. And I think, if they're true, you probably know what they are."

"Yes, Ma'am, I think I do.

Miss Klein smiled and folded her hands on the desk. You know, of course---and everyone else around here knows---that I've made no secret of the fact that I'm a lesbian."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"And that gives me a special knowledge and feeling about this situation. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"First of all, you're a fine nurse, Ricky, a credit to the nursing profession. I have no doubt that young man, Bobby Carter, would not have recovered as well as he had without the loving care you gave him. Losing his mother---his only parent---and having his leg amputated all in the same day is not something many of us could recover from with any ease."

"Thank you, Miss Klein."

"Although some here were not aware, I was fully cognizant of the real love that you and he had come to know. I was the one who recommended and approved of Bobby going home to live with you, and I also urged his mother's attorney, Mr. Packard, to do his best to have you appointed the boy's guardian."

Ricky put his hand over his eyes as tears streamed down his cheeks.

Miss Klein held out a box of Kleenex for him.

"Miss Klein, I thought I knew about loving someone, but I never knew what loving someone was really like until I met Bobby. For me, he is the most beautiful person I've ever known. I'll probably never really know what did it, but it wasn't pity that made me love him. It was just him. I don't know. It was just him.

"I know, Ricky, I know." Miss Klein got up and walked around the desk. She put her arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the top of the head. "You'd better get back to your floor now. You've got patients to care for.

Ricky held the Kleenex against his eyes. "Thank you, Miss Klein. Thank you for understanding and thank you for all you've done for me."

With his eyes still red and teary, Ricky went to find Bobby. They went out into the hall and sat on a bench. As soon as they threw their arms around each other, Ricky broke down again in tears.

"What did she say, Ricky?"

Ricky snuffed his nose and wiped his eyes on his white coat sleeve. "Everything's okay, Bobby. I was so scared." Ricky buried his face in the crook of Bobby's neck and began again to sob. "I know you think I'm a big baby. But I can't help it. I was so scared someone was going to pull us apart and I'd lose you. Oh, Bobby, I'll die if that ever happens."

"We'd die together, Ricky."

Ricky pulled his head away and looked into Bobby's eyes. "Bobby, she understood about you and me. She understood from the very beginning, and even helped to get us together so we could live together. Everything's okay, Bobby."

Bobby held Ricky's head against his shoulder. "Carla. That bitch. Ricky, I hope she gets run over by a truck. I'm sure now she's the one who told Coach Mac about me."

Ricky moved his head and sat up. "After your therapy this morning, you're going to have to face him when you go there for practice this afternoon. I wish I could be there with you."

"I don't know what's going to happen. I'm kind of nervous. With him knowing about me, and my hearing from Aldo that he's attracted to me, everything's changed. Nothing's going to be the same. All I want him to do is coach me in baseball. I don't want anything else from him."

When Bobby entered the athletic office, Coach Mac jumped up from his desk. "Well, great to see you back, Bobby. I hope you had a good weekend and ready to get back in training. Tomorrow, I'm going to have several of the boys here for batting practice. And I'm going to have you pitch to them. Your pitching arm looks like it's really coming along."

Coach Mac walked up to Bobby and ran his hand over the boy's right arm and up under his short sleeve. "You've got a nice arm there, Bobby."

"Thanks, Coach."

Without removing his hand from under Bobby's sleeve, Coach Mac said, "You know, Bobby, we've known each other for quite awhile now, and we do pretty well together, don't we?

"Yes."

Running his other hand up the full length of Bobby's left arm, he said, "Please, Bobby. Call me Trevor. No need for us to be so formal since we're, you know, kind of buddies now."

Bobby tried to pull away. "I feel kind of funny calling you by your first name, Coach. I mean ----. Bobby walked to the window and looked out over the practice field. "I guess I'd better change now and get out there and start working."

Coach Mac walked up behind Bobby and put both hands on his shoulders. "Do you know someone by the name of Aldo Rosetti?"

"Sure. He's a friend of mine."

"This weekend he came in here to see me, wondering where you were. He apparently stands outside the fence a lot and watches you practice. Have you seen him since you returned from your weekend away?"

Bobby knew where this was going and decided there was nothing he could do now but face it head on.

"Yes, I saw him Sunday afternoon when I got home. Coach, I'm going in the locker room to change now into my practice clothes."

Coach Mac followed. "Bobby? I asked you to call me Trevor."

"Okay. I will." Bobby removed his shoes and began removing his shirt and pants, while Coach Mac sat on the bench and watched him.

"Did Aldo tell you about his visit with me?"

"Yes, he did."

Bobby was now down to his briefs and began to reach for his clothes in the locker when Trevor grabbed his arm.

"Wait. Before you put that on, sit down here on the bench with me."

When Bobby sat down, Trevor put his arm around the boy's bare shoulder and pulled him close. "What did he tell you? What did Aldo say?"

Bobby broke away and stood up, facing the coach. One of his balls was poking out from under his briefs, and Trevor was unable to take his eyes off it.

"I think you know what he told me," Bobby said. "He told me about what you and he did in the shower. And he told me that you know that I'm gay. And I'm pretty sure you were informed of that by Ricky's former girlfriend who's making it her business to wreck both our lives. Okay, so I AM gay. You know it now. And I know about you, too. I'm not faulting you for being gay, but I'm a little dumbfounded that you've got a wife and four kids at home while you're fucking one of the students right here on school property in the shower. Yeah, he told me about that, and he told me that you wanted me to seduce you. How weird is that?"

Trevor was clearly stunned at Bobby's outburst. He looked away and then down at his hands.

"I'm sorry, Bobby. It was a stupid thing to do. Yes, I am gay, like you. But I'm living the lie courageously at home. The macho athlete who is supposed to be the great role model to young men who want to be athletes. That's a laugh, isn't it. I've been attracted to you for a long time, Bobby, but kept it to myself. When I found out about you, I went crazy. I was so stupid. I'm sorry."

The anger faded from Bobby's face as he sat down again next to the Coach. "Trevor, remember when we took that shower together. The sight of your terrific body wasn't lost on me. I had a few quick looks. I didn't know about you and I didn't think you knew about me. In any case, I never intended to do anything with you because I have Ricky. Ricky's my life. It never crossed my mind that you were interested."

"Well, you know now that I am," Trevor said. "I fucked everything up. I know you must be ashamed to know you've been working with a . . . with a guy like me, who was supposed to be your mentor."

"I'm not ashamed, Trevor. Just maybe a little stunned to find out the truth. And don't they say the truth will never hurt you?

"Even though I've ruined everything," Trevor said, "I'm glad the truth is out. No more secrets."

"By the way," Bobby said with a smile curling across his lips, "Aldo had nice things to say about his shower with you."

"Yeah, it was great," Trevor said, barely above a whisper. He put his hands on his knees and stared at the floor.

As Trevor continued to look down, Bobby looked into his face for many minutes. For the first time, he was aware of his coach's strong, masculine profile. His straight, slender nose, full lips, and long, curly black eyelashes. The tousled dark hair falling boyishly over his forehead. Bobby suddenly felt glad they now knew each other's secret. He knew instinctively that this knowledge wasn't going to hurt their relationship. It would strengthen it.

Bobby touched Trevor's arm. "You know, Trevor, Ricky and I are never parted. We never have any bedtime fun unless we're together. If anyone else is involved with us, he has to be with both of us. Some night when you feel you can get away from home for an evening, Ricky and I would like to have you come to our house for supper and then . . . you know. We can maybe all get together."

Coach Mac looked up with a smile and, without warning grabbed hold of Bobby and hugged him close.

"Oh, Bobby, I think I can do that. Without question, I can do that." He ran his hands over the smooth skin of Bobby's bare back and then slipped one hand down inside the back of the boy's briefs.

"Your skin, Bobby. I love the feel of it. So soft and smooth."

Bobby broke away suddenly. Okay, it's time I get out on the field. Do you want to be my catcher today?"

As Trevor and Bobby practiced, Aldo Rosetti stood on the sidewalk on the other side of the fence. He saw the two ball players look his way and smile at him. He wondered what had happened when the two met earlier that afternoon. Did Bobby actually seduce the coach, or did the coach seduce Bobby? They seemed to be enjoying themselves as though they were at one with each other. Aldo was worried. He knew he had to share Bobby with Ricky, but the idea of sharing him with the coach also was not a happy thought.

When the practice was over and Bobby and Trevor went back into the Athletic Department, Aldo followed them and knocked on the door.

"Come in, Aldo," Trevor said in cheery voice. "Did you enjoy watching the practice? Bobby's really come a long way, hasn't he? His pitching arm is back to where it was before the accident. And no one would ever know one leg is an aluminum prosthesis."

"Yeah, he's great," Aldo said. "I can hardly wait to see the opener in the Fall." Aldo looked at Bobby, who was sitting collapsed in a chair, smiling. "Are you all right, Bobby?"

"I feel great, Aldo. Everything's great. I'm going to take a shower now. Wait for me and we'll walk home together."

As Bobby disappeared into the locker room, Trevor took Aldo by the arm. "Come on, Aldo. Let's go in and sit on the bench. We can talk to Bobby while he's showering."

"And we can look at him, too," Aldo said with a broad smile.

Bobby stripped naked and stepped into the shower.

"What happened, Coach?" Aldo asked. "Did everything work out like you hoped."

"Not exactly like I hoped. But it worked out just fine." Trevor turned his attention to the shower. "Look at that body. There's something about that prosthesis that's kind of erotic, isn't it?"

Bobby knew Trevor and Aldo were watching him. He lathered up his whole body heavily from head to toe. With his hands he vigorously washed and fondled his balls and penis, as well as his ass crack. He brought his penis to full erection and stroked it vigorously, sending great masses of soap suds flying all over the shower. He ran his soapy hands erotically over his good leg and chest and arms. Then his hand was once again stoking his hard penis as he fondled his balls. Letting go of his balls, he leaned way over with his ass facing Trevor and Aldo. He pushed two soapy fingers deep into his asshole and fucked himself as he continued to stroke his cock with his long ball sack flopping violently back and forth between his legs.

Both Trevor and Aldo now had their pants down to their ankles and were stroking their hard cocks in rhythm with Bobby's stroking.

Bobby straightened up and looked out at them as he stroked. He could hardly believe that he was actually watching his coach stroking his penis in front of him. He knew then that neither heaven nor Earth could ever keep him and Ricky from having that beautiful man in their bed.

Suddenly, Bobby's back began to arch and the muscles in his leg were visible and straining. His face became agonizingly contorted, signally that his orgasm was about to overtake his body. Bobby let out a yell that echoed throughout the locker room and, as stream after stream of his thick white cum shot upward and down to the floor, both Trevor and Aldo shot their loads, most of it landing in their pants around their ankles.

Trevor and Aldo soon pulled up their wet pants and Bobby stepped out of the shower. For Bobby, it was a great ending to a day that had started out so badly. As he departed for home, he reminded Trevor to set a date to join them for supper.

The next day, Tuesday, Trevor told Bobby that the next night, Wednesday, would be good for him since his sons were all having sleep-overs with their friends, and his wife would be out at a Board meeting of one of her clubs.

That evening, Tuesday, Bobby had to meet with his lawyer, Mr Packard, about legal matters concerning his mother's estate. Ricky also would be out since he was scheduled to work at the hospital until midnight.

Harry Butler next door took advantage of this and invited Aldo over for supper. They would have beer and bratwurst that he cooked out on the grill.

As the bratwurst sizzled and as they sipped their beer, Harry asked how the problem with Bobby and his coach was going. Aldo explained that all was well, but didn't know the particulars of how it worked out. In any case, according to Aldo, all seemed now to be friendly and cozy between them.

"I can't wait to hear the details," Harry said. "Do you think, Aldo, that the two of them might be headed for a good romp in bed together?"

"I don't really know. One thing I do know is that Bobby won't do anything without Ricky."

"I suppose, Aldo, that since you moved in with them this past Sunday, you've already spent at least one night in their bed?"

Aldo grinned. "Yes, they've been giving me a great time."

Harry stood up and turned the bratwurst. "I'm sure it's no secret to you, Aldo, that I would have liked to have you live with me. You are such a sweet young man, I admit I've dreamed of having you in my bed every night. But, at least, I'm glad we're living next door to each other.

Just then, a man came around the side of the house and into the backyard.

"Oh, my God, Aldo," Harry said, "here comes that dreadful Prince Charming, Cameron McVicker, from across the street"

"Hello, darlings. I smelled the bratwurst and couldn't resist."

"What do you want, Cameron?" Harry asked impatiently.

"Oh, I'm just being neighborly. And I see you're entertaining that precious little Aldo. How I love Italians. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"As a matter of fact, you are, Cameron."

Cameron sat on the bench next to Aldo and patted the boy's fly. "I see you're ready for business there. I had a lovely little thing coming over to see me this evening. But I just wasn't in the mood and called him not to come. One needs a break, you know. Every night it's someone after me. So tedious. You know, there's just so much a man can put out."

Harry looked sharply at Cameron. "I don't have enough bratwurst to feed you, Cameron. You wondered if you were interrupting anything. And you most definitely are."

"What are you drinking?" Cameron asked.

"Its beer."

"I'd rather have a Scotch, it you don't mind."

"Yes, I do mind."

Cameron turned and put his hand on Aldo's cheek. "I love that beautiful Mediterranean color of your skin. So flawless. I'm really glad I turned away that sweet little boy who wanted to spend the night with me tonight. When you're done visiting and eating your wieners, or whatever they are, please come over to my house. I don't let just anyone share my bed. But you, my sweet dear, will have the privilege of sharing the bed of a fantastic lover. I assure you."

Harry rose from his seat. "All right, Cameron. That's enough. Please leave my yard now. I don't want you here. I'm sure there are others sitting around pining their hearts out for you. Now move."

Cameron McVicker slumped his shoulders and looked up at Harry with tears in his eyes. "I've always known . . ."

"I know," Harry interrupted. "You've always known you were beautiful and irresistible. I've heard that claim before."

Cameron began to sob, and Aldo got up and moved away.

"Now go on home, Cameron, and look at yourself in the mirror. I'll admit you're not bad looking, but you're a fifty year-old twerp. Do you know what it means to be a twerp. It means you're incorrigible and totally insignificant. Now, good night."

Still sobbing, Cameron slinked away and back across the street to his house.

"Cameron's a mental case, Aldo. He has a misplaced ego that's his own worst enemy. Those few who've been talked into his bed, want nothing more to do with him after that. It's all about beautiful Cameron, and that's no fun for anyone."

After downing several cans of beer and finishing up the bratwurst, Harry sat next to Aldo and kissed him lightly on the lips. As he kissed Aldo, he undid the boy's belt and opened up his fly.

"I hope you don't think I was just trying to get you high on beer so I could take advantage of you and ravage you"

"No sir."

"Please, don't call me Sir. Call me Harry."

"No I don't think that at all, Harry. I was hoping something would happen again."

"You're a sweet boy," Harry said as he pulled Aldo's pants completely off. "It's a lovely night to be outside. Have you ever had a romp in the grass? It's so erotic."

"No," Aldo replied as he unbuttoned and pulled his shirt off.

Harry stripped down completely naked and took Aldo's hand. "Over here. A nice lush grassy area. The moon is full tonight and makes your beautiful skin look like gold."

Harry helped Aldo down on his back in the grass and then began bathing his skin with his tongue. He started at the boy's ankles and moved his tongue up over his slender, but sensuous calves covered with a light dusting of soft hair. Then up over the fleshy part of his upper inner thighs.

Harry looked up into Aldo's face. "You know why this area on a man is so soft, don't you. It's to cushion your balls so they won't get crushed by your legs."

"I knew that," Aldo said. "It feels good, Harry."

Harry gently lifted Aldo's balls with his fingers and bathed his perineum with his tongue. Then he sucked each ball into his mouth and washed them with his tongue. Bringing his tongue up along the gorged blood vessel on the underside of Aldo's rigid penis, he tickled the head with the tip of his tongue. He buried his face in the massive bush of Aldo's pubic hair, and then up over the strip of hair that extended to the boy's navel.

Aldo had his eyes closed and moaned quietly as Harry bathed every inch of skin on the boy's stomach. Aldo squealed with the erotic feel of Harry's tongue and lips nipping and swirling over each of his nipples.

Harry even bathed the soft Italian contours of Aldo's face. The dimples, the high cheekbones, the eyes, and the boy's little ears. Harry's lips were tickled by Aldo's long black eyelashes as he bathed his eyelids.

Harry gently turned Aldo over and bathed his backside, again from the ankles up. Harry was particularly aroused by the feel of his tongue on the backs of the boy's beautiful legs.

Aldo squirmed when he felt Harry's tongue bathing his ass crack and his asshole. The swirling of Harry's tongue over his little firm ass cheeks tickled almost unbearably.

Putting Aldo over on his back again, Harry took the full length of the boys hard penis into his throat. Aldo had been so worked up from the sensuous feel of Harry's tongue on his skin, that he felt his orgasm almost on the brink as soon as Harry started sucking. But he didn't want to stop it. He couldn't stop. It was building up too fast. He bucked his hips as Harry sucked his penis to the hilt. Even thought Aldo was lost in orgasm, he could see Harry's Adam's apple bobbing up and down and he swallowed his cum.

When Harry pulled off the boy's penis, Aldo put his hands behind his knees and held his thighs tight against his chest.

"Fuck me, Harry. Please fuck me really hard."

Harry had an almost ravenous look in his eyes as he put his head down and filled that hot looking ass full of saliva. He mounted Aldo and thrust his hard cock into the boy's rectum, all the way to the hilt.

"Fuck me really hard, Harry. Abuse me with your cock."

Harry, now in a frenzy, pounded his pelvis against the boy's ass cheeks.

"Oh, God, Harry," Aldo cried. "Harder, harder."

Harry loved the feel of Aldo's asshole rubbing against his penis and didn't want to cum right away. But he was pumping the boy so hard, his cumming right away was inevitable. He let out a roar he was afraid Cameron across the street could here. As Aldo wiggled his ass, Harry's orgasm took hold of his whole body like an uncontrollable force from Heaven. For those few moments he had no control of his body and drifted through his orgasm as though he was falling through space.

Harry collapsed onto Aldo's body, exhausted and spent. After several minutes, he could feel his hard penis begin to wilt as it remained inside Aldo's ass. Eventually, Harry rolled off, and within minutes, both were asleep in the grass. They awakened when a light rain began to fall. Harry looked over at the bench where their clothes lay. He knew they would get soaked. But what the Hell. The rain felt good on their bodies as they kissed again and rolled recklessly over the wet grass.

On Wednesday, Aldo planned the dinner for that night when Coach Trevor MacAlister would be the guest of honor. It was going to start with a Ceasar salad, then filets broiled to order and baked potatoes with the works and green beans. For desert would be apple pie and ice cream. Aldo hated green beans, but he was aware that Bobby and Ricky liked them. He set the table with good china and glass wear that had belonged to Bobby's mother.

When Trevor arrived, they made themselves comfortable in the living room. Aldo brought in a tray of fancy hors d'oeuvres he'd made himself and two carafes of wine.

Trevor was startled to see Aldo there. He thought it would be only Bobby, Ricky, and himself.

Bobby noticed Trevor's surprise. "Aldo's living with us now, Trevor. He's like a part of the family. He had to get out of where he was living, and we had an extra bedroom. So it's really worked out great to have him here. Although he's cooking the dinner and delivered this tray for us, I assure you he's not a servant. He's just a lot better at these things than Ricky and I are.

Conversation started out on the stilted side and centered mainly on the upcoming high school baseball season, Ricky's work at the hospital, and Aldo's job at Earl Able's restaurant. As the wine began to flow more freely, conversation turned more toward matters of sex, sexual likes and dislikes, and gay encounters experienced by each of them. It was revealed that Trevor had once had a secret lover, the football coach at another high school.

Dinner was enjoyed by all. The steaks were done to everyone's liking, and followed by coffee and cognac in the living room. No one except Aldo had ever had cognac, but Aldo had learned somewhere that it settles the stomach after a big meal.

Conversation was now totally informal and full of sexual innuendo. It was obvious to all of them that sex in all its wonderful essence was now in the air.

Trevor said, "The show you put on for us, Bobby, in the shower the other day was one of the most erotic things I've ever witnessed. You should go on the road with that act."

"Just looking at you two jacking off your dicks on that bench," Bobby said, "got me hot enough to do it. I'm hard right now thinking about it." Bobby unzipped his pants and dragged out his hard penis, wet with pre-cum.

Ricky, who was sitting next to Bobby, leaned over and took that dripping penis into his mouth. "God, that tastes good, even better than the cognac."

When Ricky pulled off, Trevor jumped up and knelt on the floor in front of Bobby and took his cock all the way to the hilt.

Watching this, Aldo opened up his pants and dragged out his own hard penis and began to stroke it.

"Whoa, you guys," Ricky said. "It's time for us to get comfortable. I think our king-sized bed will hold all four of us very nicely."

All four of them jumped up and stumbled toward the bedroom, tearing off their clothes as they went. As they stood by that huge bed, removing the rest of their clothes, Ricky held up his hand.

"I want to know what each of you fuckers want most to do first."

The other three looked a Trevor's magnificent athletic body and his sturdy pole pointing up at a forty-five degree angle. A long elastic string of pre-cum dangled from his pee-hole almost to the floor. Practically in unison, they all said, "I want to get fucked by Trevor."

Trevor looked pleased. "I have to be home by Midnight. I'm not sure I can fuck more than one of you before then."

Ricky said, "We all know, Trevor, your balls have been aching to fuck Bobby. He's all yours."

Bobby threw himself on the bed and pulled his legs up, exposing his asshole. "Fuck me, Trevor. I really want this."

Trevor lay flat between Bobby's thighs and spread the boy's ass cheeks. He looked at Bobby's puckered hole for a long time and then pushed his head up close so he could touch that blazing hole with his tongue. He gently caressed it with his tongue until it was good and wet. Then mounting Bobby, he leaned over and kissed the boy on the lips. He slipped his hard cock easily into Bobby's hole and pushed the entire length into his rectum. Bobby moaned as he ran his hands over the soft hair on Trevor's strong, muscular arms.

Trevor began to pump harder and faster, and sweat started to run off his face onto Bobby's stomach.

Trevor gasped, "God, how I've wanted my cock inside of your body, Bobby. If you could only suck my whole body into yours through your asshole.

Aldo and Ricky got onto the bed and lay next to Bobby and Trevor. Ricky took Aldo's hard penis into his mouth as Aldo ran his hand over the soft hair on Trevor's calf. Soon, he felt the muscle of Trevor's leg begin to tense up.

Trevor growled, "I'm gonna cum, Bobby. I can't hold it. Oh shit," he shouted." I can't hold it."

With each surge of cum into Bobby ass, Trevor grunted like an animal. As his warm cum poured into Bobby, he could feel the boy's asshole clamping down on his penis with each surge.

Trevor pulled out and lay beside Bobby. They put their arms around each other and kissed passionately.

Bobby finally said, "Lie on your back, Trevor. I'm gonna fuck you now."

Trevor rolled into position quickly and held his powerful legs up.

Bobby felt overwhelmed that he was now actually looking into the asshole of his coach, the man for whom he had so much reverence. After flooding Trevor's asshole with saliva, he was about to plunge his cock into it when he noticed his coach's asshole actually opening up wide on it's own, as though it were crying out for Bobby's cock to enter it. As soon as Bobby's cock slipped in, Trevor's asshole clamped down tightly around it. After only two or three plunges into the hole, Bobby could feel that tingle in his gut that signaled the approach of an orgasm. He held off and edged as much as he could and, although he could hold it off for a little while, the point came when he had to let his orgasm take over his body and fill his coach's rectum with his cum. It was an unusually long and powerful orgasm.

Trevor grabbed hold of Bobby's firm ass cheeks and pulled the boy tight against him. They lay there for many minutes kissing passionately as before.

When Bobby rolled off, Aldo sat up. "Can I fuck you now? Please?" Trevor brought his legs back up and pulled Aldo on top of him. "You don't need to lick my asshole, Aldo. I think there's plenty of lubrication in there already."

Without hesitation, Aldo rammed his hard cock into Trevor's ass. He pounded his pelvis against Trevor's ass fast and furiously, like a jackhammer. "You fucked me in the shower that time. So I owe you a good hard fuck. Please tickle my ass cheeks with your fingers. I love to have my ass tickled when I'm fucking."

Trevor ran his fingers over Aldo's ass cheeks and through his crack, and as he did so, it was so erotic to Trevor, he felt his penis throb and get hard again.

Aldo didn't hold back and shot his load into Trevor's ass. He pulled out and scooted up where he could put his penis in Trevor's face. Trevor sucked that last remaining cum from Aldo's penis.

"My turn," Ricky said. "Keep those legs up, Trevor. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you. As Trevor put a big smile on his face, Ricky climbed onto him and started fucking Trevor's sloppy wet asshole. Both Bobby and Aldo lay with their heads on either side of Trevor's hips watching close-up Ricky's raging penis plowing into the coach's asshole. They could see Trevor's asshole clenching and snapping on Ricky's penis like a snapping turtle. Every muscle in Ricky's body became tensed and stretched as his orgasm overtook him and as his cum shot up into Trevor's body.

After it was over, Trevor lay exhausted as though he'd been ravaged and raped.

Ricky said, "You're the only one who hasn't cum yet. Come on, Aldo, let's both suck on that beautiful cock of his and get a good taste of that cream he's holding inside of him."

Bobby spoke up. "What I really want now, Trevor, is for you sit on my face while they suck on your penis so I can smell and taste that hot, sweaty crotch of yours.

Eagerly, Trevor got up and stood over Bobby and slowly lowered his ass onto Bobby's face. He leaned back slightly, resting on his arms behind him so Ricky and Aldo could get at his penis.

Ricky and Aldo ran their tongues over Trevor's sensuous legs and stomach and then began to lick up the sides of his now gorged penis. As they did so, the cum of three guys began to run out of Trevor's asshole and onto Bobby's face and mouth.

Bobby licked all through Trevor's crotch and ass trench, slurping up as much warm cum as he could. It flowed into his eyes and nose and ears and mouth. It was the most erotic thing Bobby had ever done. The taste of his own cum mixed in with Aldo's and Ricky's cum was like ambrosia to him. He knew then that he was a born cum-slut. He felt as though he wanted to drown in it. It was almost like a religious experience, like one he'd never experienced before.

When Trevor finally came and shot his load into Aldo's and Ricky's mouths, Bobby could feel on his face the cramping that the base of Trevor's penis was making as it spewed forth his cum.

When Trevor stood up and pulled away from Bobby, the boy lay there with his face almost completely covered with cum that had poured out of Trevor's asshole. He licked his lips and, with his fingers, slid much of the cum on his face into his mouth. Both Aldo and Ricky helped to lick some of it off of Bobby's face.

The four of them finally lay side-by-side, exhausted and sweaty.

At length, Trevor sat up and looked down at the others. "This has been a trip, guys. Something I won't forget."

Ricky said, "We'll have to find a way to do this more often. This has been so cool."

They soon got up and dragged their spent bodies to the bathroom, where they peed what seemed like gallons into the toilet.

It was close to midnight, and Trevor hurried to get dressed. He would shower when he got home.

As Bobby, Ricky, and Aldo stood naked in the living room saying goodbye to Trevor, Trevor looked at Bobby and said, "Get some sleep, Bobby. We'll have a big workout at practice tomorrow. It's gonna be a new day for us, won't it. We're no long the same two people we were. And I'm glad."

Trevor opened the door, but before leaving he took hold of Bobby's naked body and kissed him deeply and passionately.