Hello again. Thank you very much for all of you who sent me emails, they are very encouraging. First off, if you don't approve of homosexual activities between teenagers and adults then please leave. Also if you are underage you need to leave, but then again so am I, so enjoy. Though this story is based on people in my life all of the sex is pure fiction.
To the reader: Alright, to everyone that is left. This is a continuation of the other parts. Steven and Keith are sophomores, Keith is a hunky football player and the two have pretty much fallen in love. After school Steven gave a blow job to Keith in the lockeroom, then they went to sleep, when they woke up again they Steven got fucked up the ass by Keith, and now they are sleeping together like babies again. Ahhh love...
"MMMMmmmm," someone groaned. I shifted my position, leaning closer to Keith and deeper into his huge muscular body. A smile formed on my young lips as the warmth of his body surrounded me. I remembered his shear musculature, the perfect abs, the giant fore arms, the thick meaty thighs with tiny waves of hair, the huge flat nipples, the slightly hairy naval, the big smelly hairy armpits, the sweet jock smile, the rough manly fur on the chin, the big beautiful green eyes now closed in sleep. God he was beautiful.
My dick was already rock hard, and I began to drift back to sleep, but I heard another moan. My mind raced as I realized it wasn't Keith making that noise. I sat bolt upright and stared into the dim light. My eyes focused quickly on the scared figure towering over the sleeping figure of Keith and myself.
I saw the figure scramble backwards frightened and surprised by my sudden awakening. I nudged Keith, who groaned and tried to get into a more comfortable position. When I pushed him again he began to wake up slowly.
Meanwhile my eyes stayed fixed on the third figure. Finally, my eyes adjusted just a little better. I could see he was fully clothed, except for the fact that his shorts had been pulled down just enough to let his manly organs bop up and down freely in the open air. He had a huge dick at least 14 inches and balls the size of mangos, which hung down almost all the way to his knees. The position of his hands on his dick showed exactly what he had been doing and why he had been moaning. I was confused and a little taken aback. He was tall, about six feet and had legs that with more hair than most of the other students. Yet I could tell his body was rather young and lithe from the way the muscles were so defined. Most of the teachers at my school were old with sizable beer bellies, but not this figure. His muscles looked to be etched out of marble by Leonardo da Vinci himself. I tried to see his face, but it was kept too deep in the shadows.
My eyes darted back downward for just a second as I saw Keith get up. He suddenly became aware of our admirer and squinted into the shadows with me. "COACH?!" he exclaimed after a moment.
My mind reeled, even before the figure nodded slightly. "Of course," I thought, how could I have been so stupid? It was Coach Fitzgerd; he was the only person at my school who could fit the body I had seen moving in the dark. He was in his late twenties, but always lifted and trained with the football team to keep a sexy body of toned muscle. He was quite furry, I remembered, he had been my PE coach last year. I could remember trying to flirt with him and lusting after him when he would remove his shirt to join in a baseball game or a basketball game.
My reverie was interrupted when he spoke, "Yeah, it's me. I was finishing up some paper work when I heard some groans. I though one of the football players was just relieving himself so I ignored it and continued working. When I finished I thought I'd go check to make sure everyone was gone before leaving for the night. That's when I found you guys here. I didn't mean to umm... do anything, I was uhh... just going to wake you guys up, but then you umm... looked so sexy, I uhh..."
Fear was mounting in his voice, fear that I at first didn't understand. He was just gay and come across some nice sex and started jacking off to the scene. Then common sense hit me, as I saw what was happening through his eyes. A gay high school football coach is in a highly influential position at an all boys school. Not a pretty picture for someone who wants to keep his job.
I looked at Keith with eyes full of sympathy. He too felt commiseration and then smiled in that way he did. It told me everything that was going on in his head. He nodded for me to go to Coach.
I stood and saw coach take a step back, still worried of our reaction to him. "Coach," I asked in my voice that made a pedifile's mouth drool and gay man's dick surge, "can I please help you to finish what you started?"
He looked aghast at first, but it suddenly washed away as I began stroking his cock transmogrifying it back into the monstrosity it was before. Keith meanwhile stood up and began trading saliva with Coach. Their tongues lapped at each other just as I bent down to lap up the first drop of Coach's precum from his dick. Delicious.
Keith stopped tonguing Coach for a while and began to undress him instead. He removed his tight T-shirt so that my hands could roam from Coach's dick to his rock-hard abs and then back to my own cock. Next came Coach's shorts, as Keith pulled them down to the ankles he began to untie my shoes. Just as he pulled the first string, Keith moved his lips and tongue to Coach's balls. He began untying Coach's right shoe while he sucked on the man's right ball. He then moved over to the left and sucked and tied at once. Finally he lifted Coach's legs up to take off the shoes while Keith took the entire scrotum and all of its contents into his mouth.
Coach was screaming in ecstasy now. I added to his ecstasy by taking Coach's entire head into my mouth. Moistening it for the rest of its journey. He began to slowly move his hips into my mouth.
Keith finished with the balls and licked upwards, licking my lips for me before continuing his journey north. He flicked his tongue inside Coach's navel. Coach moaned, but whether it was because I had just started to deep-throat him or because of the tongue inside his navel, I didn't know. Keith moved up tracing the perfectly shaped abs with his tongue, while his left hand slowly stroked his dick, and his right hand wandered back down into my ass hole.
I moaned at his gentle probing and took another inch of Coach's dick. Like I did Keith's, I used my throat muscles and gag reflex to massage Coach's dick even more. Meanwhile my eyes went back up to Keith. His hands didn't move, but his tongue had slid to Coach's nipples. My cock leaked another bout of precum as I saw Keith nibble on Mr. Fitzgerd's big round nipple, my right hand used this to lubricate my cock better while my left hand manipulated Coach's big, sexy, balls.
I looked up and heard Keith whisper into Mr. Fitzgerd's ear that; "Steven can take your whole dick in his mouth."
Coach looked down at me then said, "No ass or pussy has ever done that, let alone some nice sweet mouth," he almost sighed and let his hands wander down to pinch my little nipples, making them grow hard and extracting a moan from me.
Keith and I exchanged a knowing glance, and then I watched him move to Coach's armpit, eating it out as if it were a pussy. That was the last sight I saw before I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath, concentrated, and then impaled my mouth and face on Coach's 14 inch monster.
The next thing was a blur. I don't remember choking, but I imagine it happened. I remember hitting my nose, rather hard on Coach's flat hard stomach. And to this day I remember the scream of gay, absolute, hysterical, joy that I swore would leave me deaf, which erupted from Coach's mouth like a sonic boom. I swear the entire Houston area heard it. My eyes flew open in fear as I though I had somehow hurt him, my eyes met his and like Keith's before, his eyes were tearing in joy and pleasure. Keith was still staring in open wonder, still not over the fact that I could take such a large peace of man meat in such I tiny hole.
I rolled my tongue around the giant pole and got moans of pleasure in return. My eyes had closed as I concentrated on giving absolute pleasure to Coach. I didn't sense Keith's movement, or even realize that he had pulled his finger out of my ass long ago. Now though I felt something, my mind tried to think of what it was. My eyes suddenly went wide as Keith's red, hot, moist, tongue wandered into my anal track like snake. I sucked furiously on Coach's cock, as if the motion could make him feel as good as I felt. Keith's tongue was so goooooooooood!!!!! Then I felt the hot snake touch my prostate, and I erupted my volcanic load of cum all over coach's legs and my chest. My mouth screamed suddenly in pleasure, but then I remembered, what that would cause. So far I had been careful not to moan and groan to much, lest I vibrate enough to make Coach cum, but in the joy of my own orgasm, I had forgotten that, and now my vocal cords vibrated like a giant gong. The resonance, had the same effect on Coach as it did on Keith. Coach screamed in pleasure and ecstasy as he erupted with in me. The flow of lava was literally like a volcanic eruption. I wanted to scream fire, but the dick prevented me from even moaning loudly. I withdrew off of the giant pillar and tasted the sweet salty Coach come that I had craved since my first day of PE. Then I made him pull all the way out, and he used his hands to direct the flow of cum all over my face and chest. Keith pulled out of my ass and he and Coach were more than happy to clean me up. Meanwhile I cleaned up the cum I had shot all over Coach's legs. After our meal we sat exhausted and breathed heavily. I then looked over at Keith, and he gave me a funny look as if he was waiting for something. "What?" I finally asked, a little annoyed. He looked almost hurt and surprised, then he glanced down saying, "I never got to cum." "Well, I never got fucked," I said, as if it was his fault. We traded a smile, and then glanced at Coach. He looked back and forth as if we were about to eat him, then he looked at our growing cocks, and surmised what we were thinking. Well, boys will be boys, but I'm tired and need a little rest. I'm not as young as you two, but y'all go on ahead with out me. I shrugged and walked over to Keith. I bent down and began to lick his cock. He played with mine, then pinched my nipples for a moan, and finally began to finger my ass. Just before he reached my prostate, I stopped sucking him. He smiled as we stood up and I assumed the position, leaning against a row of lockers with my legs spread wide for easy entrance. He stepped up behind me, his monster cock just at the edge of my quivering hole. We both knew he didn't have to, but he slowly moved his head into my ass. When he got the head in I gave it a little squeeze, he leaned over me inquisitively, I kissed his lips softly and asked him, "will you say it, please?" He at first looked confused, and then after a moment's thought, leaned over, and kissed me roughly. Then he whispered, "I love you," as he went back to his original position. My heart melted and I let him enter my love canal fully. It wasn't long before he was pounding at my ass, giving us both wave after wave of pleasure. Then all of a sudden he stopped. Together we looked back to see Coach eating out Keith's ass. We both got huge dumb grins on our face. Coach stopped and stood up, "I was just getting you opened up for me," he said, as if nothing had happened. I stood stone still as Keith opened his legs and let Coach inside him. Inch by inch, stopping sometimes, Coach entered Keith. I could tell Keith was in pain, just like eye was before. I leaned back and kissed his cheek, trying desperately to sooth him. Coach kept reassuring him that it was almost over. Finally, I decided enough was enough, I couldn't stand the sight of Keith crying, I kissed him one more time on the cheek and felt a tear fall onto my lips. That was the last straw. "Coach!" I said with anger in my voice, "Stoppit!" they both looked at me in surprise, Keith with waves of pain in his eyes, Coach with a little annoyance. "Coach, fuck me instead of Keith, your hurting him," he looked over at Keith seeing the tears rolling down the big jocks face, his features seemed to soften with understanding, he started to pull out, but then turned to stone. "I only fuck virgin asses," he said haughtily. "Then fuck me at the same time as Keith, surely you can't get any tighter than that?" He looked up amazed at the idea and then shrugged, he pulled out of Keith roughly, nearly making Keith's knees give out. I shot him an ugly glance, but if he saw it, it didn't effect him. Keith drew close to me, and whispered, "are you sure you can do this?" I leaned back, nodded, and smiled at his big bear like features, "whether I can or can't I'm gonna. I have to, I can't stand to see you cry anymore." He almost cried again, but then Coach shoved him over, "let me in," he yelled angrily and roughly. Keith shot him a dirty glance but let him enter. Pain wracked my ass as the second cock entered me. Slowly at first, the head finally popped in, I began to sigh in relief and then Coach rammed me. He threw me against the wall so hard I swore I broke my nose, my balls burned from being slammed in the locker, but they weren't even aches compared to my ass. I swore a whole bullet had shot threw my anus. "Hey!" Keith shouted in anger, but Coach didn't care or notice. He began ramming me harder and harder, throwing my face into the lockers as he did so. I felt like a rag doll. Keith instantly tried to pull out, but each time Coach would maneuver his dick in such a way that his dick caught Keith's and pushed Keith deeper into my ass in tune with Coach's own meat. The friction was burning my ass, and the size was ripping it open. The rest was a blur. I don't remember reaching orgasm, but I remember feeling one in my ass. I remember arguing, and someone ramming me harder in the ass even after the orgasm. Then abruptly the thing in my ass pulled out, my ass was burning, it wasn't warm like the first time I was fucked, no, it was burning. I knew there was warm liquid oozing out of my ass. Before I fell over I saw red on the floor, nice red goo flowing down my legs and pooling onto the floor. When I finally fell down on the floor my hands touched my face, and I remember feeling the same warm liquid that ran down my legs, running down my face. I heard more arguing and punching, but it was very far away. Someone ran past me, but they to were very far away. I felt cold on the floor, cold and abandoned, and very, very, alone. Then someone bent down. Warm arms grabbed me gently, and very gently placed me on a towel. They slowly lifted me and carried me somewhere. I just leaned against the arm and drifted off again. I could feel someone tugging at me, but couldn't open my eyes to see who it was. I drifted off again, but felt someone carrying me, and a door opening, but I didn't hear it close. Someone laid me down gently. I winced in pain as something cold touched me, I thought it was death, claiming me. Then everything went completely dark and I didn't hear anything... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
I opened my eyes and tried to focus them.
"Steven, are you awake?" a voice asked.
"Why do I know that voice," I thought. I focused my eyes until my vision materialized. There was Keith, staring down at me. Worry gripped his face, "Keith?" I whispered hoarsely.
He hugged me and broke down crying, "I'm sorry, I tried to stop him, but I was too late. I thought he killed you. I pulled out, because I knew it was too much for you, but then he wouldn't stop. He kept fucking you, even after he orgasmed, said he wanted to punish you for being a little faggot whore. I finally pulled him out for you. I tried to go to you but he went after me, and so I kicked his ass for you," his voice was getting hysterical and tears were streaming down his face, "then I thought I was too late, you looked half dead. I just wrapped you in a towel and got you dressed, and brought you here."
I pieced together my dreams with his words and tried to comprehend the events of last night, but I was too tired. I knew my voice was weak and distant, and offered little of the comfort I wanted to give him, but I hadn't strength enough to tell him it was okay. "Where is here?"
He looked at me, unsure of what my tone meant; "we're at my house. I told your parents and mine that you were going to tutor me for my next test. My parents had already gone out and they won't be back until late, and your parents agreed. I hope its okay," his mind rushed trying to think of ways to comfort me, "you can sleep in my bed and there is food downstairs if you're hungry."
I could see he was about to move to try and get me something. I gathered all of my strength and wrapped a small frail arm around his body. It shook from exhaustion and weakness. "Hold me," I told him, "just stay here and hold me."
He looked down, a different kind of tears forming in his eyes. I managed just the faintest of a smile, but it made him grin like fool. He reached down and pulled up a blanked to cover us, then he scooted closer to me, carefully positioning his arm and leg so that they covered me, but didn't harm me. He bent down and kissed my forehead, my head leaned against his big strong chest. Then he whispered, softly, but sincerely, "I love you."
"Me too, Keith, me too..."
Alright, tell me, and I know you're out there, tell me if it was a little too corny. Tell me if what you think so I can do better next time. However, I bring bad news for some of you. I love Tutoring the Football Jock more than I thought I would, but I fear it is time for us to part. I'm going to write some stories in other topics. Someday I might comeback to this one and continue on with it, but for now I won't to explore all of the other great Nifty categories. I think my next story will be titled the XXX-Men, and it will be found under the celebrity category. If there are any particular characters you would like to see in the new story tell me, and also tell me if you think this was too corny or if you liked its' romantic ideals. New story will come out soon, and definantly be out by Saturday. Keep emailing me with your ideas, I'll only write as long as y'all want me to. So email me at dragonknight2222@aol.com.
Thank you,
Steven...