Wrestling Team

This story contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of young athletes
discovering their sexuality, and their coach. All legal disclaimers apply.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or
locations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental, although
it may be loosely based on real events and people.All characters in the
story are eighteen years of age or older.

The Wrestling Team
(Revised)

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The howling wind blew the snow against the windows so hard that it
stuck like plaster. The wipers couldn’t handle the snow packing on the
windshield.
“We can’t get home in this,” Braden said quietly. He was nineteen,
the oldest of the senior wrestling team, having been held back a year when
he was in grade school.

No one responded. The flashing red lights up ahead were barely
visible till they were right on the police car that was parked diagonally
across the street. Coach rolled down the window for the approaching
officer.
“You’ll have to turn around,” the officer said. “All roads are
closed in and out of the city.”
“I’ve got four boys here I need to get home,” Coach Colby said.
“You’ll never make it. It’s drifting so bad the snow plows can
barely keep up with it enough to get the National Guard through to rescue
stranded motorists. You’ll have to find a place to stay in town. You can
pull in here and turn around.”
It obviously wasn’t up for discussion. Coach thanked the officer
and rolled up the window. He pulled into the mall parking lot where
snowplows were keeping a space clear for cars to turn around.
“Where’re we going?” Cody asked.
“I don’t know. Keep your eyes out for a motel,” Coach said.
“We passed one on the way,” Braden said. “It’s only a few blocks
back.”
The NO VACANCY light was on at the motel but Coach pulled in
anyway, on the off chance that they might have one room that they could all
share. Braden got out to go with him into the motel. Their hopes vanished
when he walked into the lobby and saw people lying on the furniture.
“We don’t have anything,” the clerk said as they walked up to the
desk.
“I saw your NO VACANCY light. I took a chance anyway. Nothing,
huh?” Coach said.
“Not even a broom closet,” said the clerk. “We have some guests
who have volunteered to share their rooms, in fact, and those are taken.”
“Do you know of any place?” Coach asked.
The clerk shook his head sadly. “You might try Motel Six up the
street, and there’s a Best Inn about a block further, but I doubt if
they’ll have anything either. The city is practically on lock down.”
“Yeah, I know. The police wouldn’t let us leave the city.”
“The governor has declared an emergency and called out the National
Guard. They’re arresting anyone caught trying to drive on the highway.”
“Thanks, anyway, “Coach said. They went back to the car.
“The sign meant what it said, huh.” Sean said.
“Yeah. We’ll check Motel Six and Best Inn,” Coach said.
There was nothing available at Motel Six and the only luck they had
at Best Inn was the clerk calling around to some other motels. But he
found nothing. Coach sighed, rubbing his hand over his mouth.
“I wish I could help you,” the clerk said. “I couldn’t even let
you sack out in the lobby, it’s so full.”
“Thanks, you’ve been a big help, calling around for us,” he said.
He turned to leave when the clerk stopped him.
“Wait…I just thought of a place….” His words trailed off, as
if he regretted speaking out.
“Where,” Coach asked.
“There’s a place…down the street,” he said, rather hesitantly.
“It’s not a motel, it’s a men’s social and health club, but they do have
rooms for their members. Just small changing rooms, but with bunks.”
“I don’t care if it’s the dog pound,” Braden said under his breath.
“It’s down on the right side of the street, called The Locker. You
might give them a try,” the clerk told them.
“Thanks.”
They went back to the car and Coach told the boys were they were
going next. The boys weren’t too optimistic about the health club letting
them stay the night, especially since they weren’t members.
“Just find a place that sells blankets, we can sleep in the car,”
Cody said.
Coach didn’t know what he was going to do if the health club turned
them down. They couldn’t sleep in the car, the temperature was dropping
fast.
“As a last resort, we could go to a fast-food place and sit in a
booth to keep warm,” Braden said.
“We may have to do that,” Coach said. He pulled into one of only
two parking spaces in The Locker parking lot. “Well, cross your fingers,
guys,” he said as he and Braden were getting out of the car. He pulled his
collar tight and they leaned into the wind to make their way to the
entrance. The vestibule was like an oasis compared to the outside. They
went through the door to the counter.
“What can I do for you tonight, gentlemen?” the clerk asked in a
friendly tone with a friendlier eye toward Braden.
“Something, I hope,” Coach said. “I’ve got four boys that I
brought here for a wrestling match and we can’t get back home. We can’t
even get out of the city. I need a place for them to sleep. The clerk at
Best Inn said you have rooms.”
“Yes, we do, but we’re not a motel. We’re a private club.”
“Yes, he explained that. What does it take to join?” Coach asked.
The clerk eyed Braden again then looked back at Coach.
“Did he tell you that we are a private gay men’s club?”
“No. No, he didn’t,” he replied with a surprised blink. He looked
around at Braden, who gave a shrug of indifference. “But I don’t think
we’ll have a problem with that if we can just get a place to spend the
night in out of this weather.”
“You said boys. How old?” the clerk asked.
“He’s nineteen, the others are eighteen, all seniors,” coach said.
He thought for a moment, shaking his head. “Still, they are high
school students.”
“Why would that make a difference?” Braden asked.
“You couldn’t make an exception for one night, considering the
weather conditions?” Coach pleaded. “There’s not a vacant motel room in
town.”
“I’m sorry, I wish I could help, but I really don’t think I
should.”
“What if you signed something, taking full responsibility?” Braden
said quietly to the Coach.
Just then another man came in behind the counter. “Is there a
problem?” he asked cheerfully. His nametag read Derek: Manager. The clerk
explained the situation.
“I’m afraid he’s right,” the manager said after a moment’s thought.
“Geezuss, what am I going to do with these guys?” Coach said under
his breath, half to himself and half to Braden, as he stepped back from the
counter.
“Wait. Just a minute,” the manager said.
They turned back to the window.
“Do they all have IDs?” the manager asked.
“Drivers license,” Braden said. ` “I can’t turn you out in this
weather. If you’ll take full responsibility for your boys, I’ll take the
chance,” the man said.
“Thank you very much,” Coach said with great relief in his voice.
“Just so you understand, it is a gay establishment,” the manager
warned.
“Yes, he explained it’s a gay men’s social club,” Coach said.
“It’s uh…it’s very social,” the manager said, glancing at Braden.
“Maybe you need to come with me, let me show you around first.” He buzzed
the door and coach went inside. Braden started to follow him but the
manager hesitated.
“You might want to leave him here,” he said.
“If I’m going to be staying here…,” Braden began.
“Its okay if he comes along,” Coach said.
The lounge had two long couches, arranged L-shaped along two walls,
and coffee tables and a wide-screen TV. Past the lounge and vending
machines, the hallway was very dark. They could make out that several men
they passed wore nothing but towels. Some of the doors to the rooms were
open but it was too dark to see in except for a couple of them, you could
see figures lying on the bunks.
“The rooms downstairs don’t have televisions,” the manager said.
“There’s a workout room straight ahead, your boys could use that,
preferably with supervision.”
“The guys will love that,” Braden said.
“And the showers are right there beyond the glass wall. There’s a
Jacuzzi, too. But again, I suggest supervision. You might do well to keep
them out of the steam room and the sauna.”
“I understand,” Coach said.
The man turned and looked at Braden then at the coach. “You said
it was okay for him to come along, I presume I can speak freely.”
“Sure. I don’t think you’re going to say anything that will shock
him,” Coach said.
“It’s very important that you understand what we are all about.
Right now, we’re having a blackout party which is all the more reason that
I stress that you’ll have to keep a tight rein on your boys. I know they’re
of legal age, they can have free run of the place as far as we’re
concerned, but I doubt you would want them to roam into the wrong place and
be exposed to some of the activities.”
“I’ll keep a tight rein on all of them, “Coach said. “We’re only
looking for a place to sleep and keep from freezing. Anyway, it’s almost
too dark in here for them to see anything.”
The manager led the way up the stairs which were lighted by tiny
track lights. The hallways were dark but there were faint glows of light
coming from several of the rooms. Coach was shocked to see naked men lying
on the beds, some alone, some in pairs, groping themselves or jacking off
while they watched TV. He glanced at Braden. The boy simply shrugged and
smiled.
“I’m wondering how I’m gong to get Cody and Scott up here without
them seeing that,” Coach said to Braden under his breath.
“Easy, coach, we’ll blindfold them,” Braden said, laughing.
“These are our video rooms upstairs,” the manager went on. “There
is a cable channel but I can’t block out the other two channels that are
showing x-rated videos. So the televisions will be your responsibility.”
“Even if they get a peek, I don’t think a little exposure is going
to damage them for life,” Braden said. “Heck, Coach, its not like we
haven’t all seen x-rated videos.”
“Just the same, I’ll take the upstairs room with Scott where I’ll
have control of the TV. One of you older boys will be responsible for
Cody.”
They went back downstairs to the vestibule.
“Thanks for the tour,” Coach said. “Let me go check and see what
the guys think.”
“I’m trusting that your boys are all eighteen, Coach. I won’t ask
for ID. You’re not all five going to fit in the two rooms I have left. Four
of you can double up in the two rooms, one of you can use the couch in the
lounge.”
Coach looked at Braden. “I really need to be with Cody or Scott,”
he said. “You or Sean will have to take one of them under you wing.”
“I’ll take the couch,” Braden said.
“Problem solved,” Coach said. “Now, is there anyplace close by to
eat?”
“We have vending machines and there’s a pizza place down around the
corner,” Derek said.
Coach and Braden went back to the car where the boys were shivering
from the cold.
“I don’t think he believed we’re all over eighteen,” Braden said.
“I don’t think so either.”
Back at the car Coach explained the situation.
“Okay, they’ve got two rooms, so four of us will have to double
up. They’re designed as singles so it’ll be a tight fit. Braden is going
to take the couch in the lounge. There are showers and a workout room, and
vending machines; I think we can survive.”
changeroom“I could stand under a shower till the hot water runs out,” Cody
said, his teeth chattering.
“There is one catch. It’s a gay men’s club, in case anyone has a
problem with that.” He waited for a reaction. The boys looked at one
another as if they were each waiting for the other to say something.
“I don’t care if I have to double up with one of them, it’d be
better than freezing to death out here,” Scott said.
“Yeah, it’s not gonna bother me,” Sean put in. “Hell, it might even
be fun,” he drawled.
“Don’t even go there,” Coach said gruffly. “Cody?” asked.

“I just want a place to get warm,” the boy moaned.

“Okay, I’ m going back in and reserve the rooms then we’ll go back to that pizza place for something to eat,” Coach Colby said.

He went back inside and put the money down for the rooms. Then they
walked to the pizza place. They were waiting for their pizza and not
surprisingly, the boys were talking about the match.
“If Braden and Cody hadn’t won, we could’ve been on our way home by
now,” Sean complained good naturedly.
“We might have gotten out of town but we would’ve probably ended up
in a ditch somewhere,” said Braden. “Hell I’m just glad we found a place to
sleep.”
“Yeah, we can tell how glad you are over the idea of spending the
night in a gay men’s club,” Scott chided him.
“Yeah, how come Braden gets to have all the fun, sleeping on the
couch?” Sean complained, laughing.
Coach stood out of the booth. “I’m going to make one call home and
let them know we’re spending the night, but we don’t know where yet. If
anybody asks when we get back home, we stayed at the Motel Six. Got that?”
He leveled a sharp gaze at all of them. “We do not ever tell anyone where
we stayed. No one. Not ever.”
They all nodded in agreement.
“Hell do you think I’m going to advertise that I spent the night in
a gay men’s club? Especially with these guys,” Sean said.
“I don’t have a tooth brush,” Cody drawled.
They looked at him like he was stupid, then broke out laughing.
“Geezusss, Cody, we’re close to freezing our asses off and you’re
worrying about a toothbrush?”
“They’ve got all that stuff in the vending machines,” Braden said.
“I’ll give you money to get what you need,” Coach said. He paused
for a moment. “Look, guys…I don’t know how to say this, but…well, you
guys have to realize as young athletes …you’re going to be prime targets
in that place. You can’t go ballistic if somebody makes a pass at you or
says something out of line, which will probably happen. We are guests
there; they didn’t really want to take us in because you’re all high school
students. If someone makes a pass, just tell them politely that you’re not
interested.”
“What if we are?” Braden joked.
Back at the club they all registered separately.
“Do I charge for two rooms and three lockers?” the clerk asked the
manager.
“No, just the two rooms.”
“Do you have anything you want to put in a lock box?” the man
asked. “It’s safer,” he added.
They offered their wallets and all but a few bucks of their money
for the man to lock up. He gave the room keys to Coach and handed out
towels and blankets, then buzzed them inside to the lounge.
“Dam, look at that television,” Scott said.
“You can watch TV if you stick together,” Coach said quietly.
“I just want to find the shower and get warm,” Cody said.
Just then two guys came out of the locker area wearing only
towels. They made a show of pausing to eye the boys with obvious interest.
Coach quickly gathered them around him at the vending machines where they
bought toothbrushes and one tube of toothpaste, one razor and shaving cream
and a stick of deodorant.
“Listen up, guys while I show you around the place.” He took them
to the workout room first. The boys were impressed.
“Hey, this is nicer than back at school,” one of them said.
“Yeah, they’ve got more equipment.”
“You can work out if you want to, but only in pairs.
Scott…Cody…if you want to work out, you’ll have to have Braden or Sean
with you, just like you’re going to be sharing a room,” Coach said. “I
guess I’m talking to you, Sean; you’re going to responsible for Scott or
Cody.”
“I’ll take Cody,” Sean said. “Nothing against you, Scott, I just
think Cody will make a better bunk-mate,” he added, laughing. Nobody was
surprised; Sean was always looking out for Cody, like a little brother,
even though they were nearly the same age.
“Okay, Scott will be with me, and Braden is on his own. The showers
are right over there behind the glass, and you can use the Jacuzzi. But
only in pairs. Nobody goes anywhere alone, not even to the rest room.
Except you, Braden, I have to trust you to be you’re on your own. The rest
of us stick together. The steam room and the sauna are off limits to all
of you. That includes you, Braden…stay out of the steam room and the
sauna.”
“Somebody needs to pay the light bill around here,” Cody said.
“The guy said they’ve got the lights turned out for some kind of
black-out party,” Braden said.
“Which makes it all the more important that you don’t venture
anywhere by yourself. You never know what you might stumble into,” Coach
said. He unlocked room 128 for Sean and Cody and gave Sean the key.
“Looks like you’re sleeping on the floor, Cody,” Sean drawled when
he saw the small bunk.
“I warned you, it’d be a tight fit,” Coach said. “Just remember
how cold it is out there and make the best of it.”
“Just kidding, coach. We’ll fit,” Sean said. “Even if Cody has to
sleep on the bottom,” he added, laughing.
“Keep your door shut,” coach said firmly.
“Yes, sir,” Sean said.
“Scott and I will be upstairs in room 230,” Coach said. “Remember
the room number in case you need me. And keep your doors shut. Maybe you
haven’t noticed, but you guys have been eyed like prize bulls since we
walked in this place.”
Braden headed back to the lounge. “See you guys in the morning,” he
said over his shoulder.
When Sean and Cody were settled into their room, Coach took Scott
up the back stairs to try to avoid walking up and down the hallways where
the doors were open and TVs showing the gay videos. He was keenly aware of
the looks they got and he was glad to get the boy inside the room. There
was barely room for them to turn around but it was a safe haven.
“There’s more room on the bed than there is on the floor,” Scott
said.
“Thank heaven for that.”

Chapter Two

In room #128 Sean shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the hook
and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Are we gonna take off all our clothes?” Cody asked.
“I don’t usually sleep in my clothes,” Sean said. “Why, you got a
problem with that? It’s not like we’ve never seen each other naked
before.”
“Yeah, I know. It just seems different, cooped up in this little
room together.”
“It is different. We’re in a four-by-four box and we’re by
ourselves, but its better than being cooped up in the car and freezing,”
Sean said. “You’re taking the side against the wall.”
“Afraid I’ll fall out and bump my head?” Cody asked.
“No, I don’t want anybody crawling in bed with us and you would
probably let them.”
“Coach said to lock the door,” Cody reminded him.
“No, he said to shut the door.”
“I think he said to lock it. Can you lock it?” Cody asked.
“I gotta have it open a crack. I can’t stand small closed places,”
Sean said.
“What if the coach comes by?”
“I’ll tell him I gotta have it open a crack because I can’t stand
small, closed places.” Part of him wondered why he had to get stuck with
Cody. Not that he minded, really; Cody needed somebody to look out for him
sometimes, and this was one of those times. But he wished it could’ve been
him and Braden sharing a room. He wondered what Braden was doing. Fuck,
probably wandering around the place, showing off his muscles and getting a
bunch of guys all hot and bothered with his big cock. Maybe he could sneak
out after Cody went to sleep and meet up with Braden and they could check
the place out. Maybe he would be daring and leave the door open a little
and see what happened.
Cody was stalling, purposely fumbling with his shoelaces, to let
Sean take the lead. He wanted to see if Sean stripped down to the buff or
left his shorts on. He slept naked at home and he wanted to here,
especially with Sean, but he couldn’t unless Sean took everything off
first.
Sean took the lead as he did in everything. He unabashedly took
off his clothes just like they were in the locker room. It was no
different, except it was pretty close quarters and he and Cody were bumping
into each other a lot. He didn’t give it a thought when he was down to his
shorts; he simply shoved them down, stepped out of them ad kicked them up
to snatch them out of the air.
Boy Socks UndressingCody was almost breathless as he watched the big athlete get
completely naked. He was such a stud. A stallion, really, with is big,
oversized cock. It swung and jostled gently with every move and he didn’t
seem to think anything about it when it smacked against Cody a couple of
times. Cody wondered for the thousandth time how oversized he was when he
was hard.

 

“You need some help?” Sean asked dryly as he waited on Cody to get
his clothes off.
“No, why are you waiting on me?”
“Cause I don’t want you climbing over the top of me to get to your
side of the bunk,” Sean said.
“It’s not like I’m gonna crush you,” Cody said.
“You get on top of me, I’m afraid you won’t want to get off,” Sean
growled, laughing, as he opened the door a few inches.
“That’s more than a crack,” Cody said, nodding toward the half open
door.
Sean glanced to the side as he was aware of someone standing in the
hall against the opposite wall, watching through the very wide crack in the
door. He looked and made eye contact with the guy and their eyes never
wavered. The guy was good-looking, young, maybe in his mid-twenties and
built a lot like Sean himself. He wondered if the guy would be bold enough
to venture into the room if he opened the door a tiny bit more.
Cody was still shivering from being cold.
“Hey, let’s get you in the shower and get you warmed up,” Sean
said, handing him a towel. He put his own towel around his waist.
“Man, that sounds great, if you think its safe,” Cody said.
“Anybody tries anything, they’ll have to come through me,” Sean
said.
Sean caught the guy’s eye again as he and Cody left their room. It
wasn’t an okay kind of look but definitely a hopeful one that passed
between them.
Cody followed Sean down the hallway and into the wet area behind
the glass where the showers, Jacuzzi and the steam room and sauna were
located. In the showers, Sean reached over and turned on the last one for
Cody then took the one next to him.
“Awww, mann, this feels good,” Cody said in a shaky voice. “I’m so
cold my bones are cold.”
Sean saw that they had attracted some attention. There were
suddenly a half dozen guys milling around the wet area, obviously trying to
get a look at them in the showers. One of the more bold ones took the
shower next to Sean, and three more guys followed his lead to fill up the
shower room.
“Are you guys the wrestlers?” the man asked.
“Yeah,” Sean replied politely. Despite his curiosity, he was tense
inside, on his guard. He didn’t know what to expect from any of these guys
but he half expected the guy under the next shower to reach out for him.
“Did you win?” the guy asked.
“He won his weight class,” Sean said proudly, nodding to Cody.
“How about you?”
“No, I got my ass pinned in the final match,” Sean said.
The man looked boldly up and down his naked, muscular body. “It’s
hard to imagine anyone could take you down,” he said.
“It happens,” Sean said.
“What is your weight class?” another of the guys asked.
“He’s one-thirty to one-forty. I’m one-ninety-one to two-hundred,”
he replied. He could see a couple of the guys were watching Cody pretty
intently. Really watching him. Fuck, like a bunch of vultures drooling over
fresh-killed meat. He decided he should get him back to the room. “You
about warmed up, buddy?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
Sean turned off Cody’s shower then his own and they stepped out of
the shower area where their towels were hanging. Again, he stood between
Cody and the men as they dried off, as if he were guarding him. Cody
seemed to be completely oblivious to the attention they were attracting.
Sean wasn’t. It was pretty hard to be oblivious when he saw the way these
guys were looking at them. One man’s mouth dropped and he looked like he
couldn’t breathe when Cody cocked one foot up on the bench and bent over to
dry his legs. Yeah, nice view, Sean thought; Cody had a great, tight
little butt. They wrapped their towels around their waists and headed back
to their room.
As they came to their room, Sean saw that the guy was back, or
hadn’t left his post outside their room. They glanced at each other again
as Sean unlocked their door. As he let Cody go in ahead of him he glanced
back at the guy again. He left the door ajar; the guy was definitely up to
something and Sean wanted to find out what it was.
Cody took off his towel and crawled up on the bed and stretched out
against the wall.
“You gotta give me more room than that,” Sean said.
“I’m already hugging the wall,” Cody said.
“Hug it a little tighter, that’s better than hugging me.”
Cody didn’t know if Sean was only kidding or if he was just being
Sean. He growled a lot when he talked, but nobody took it seriously, unless
he was mad, of course, then everybody stayed out of his way. It was the
only smart thing to do; nobody in his right mind would want to tangle with
all of those muscles.
Sean unfolded one of the blankets and laid it over Cody’s naked
body.
“Thanks,” he said, still shivering.
Sean got in bed and stretched out but there wasn’t enough room for
his wide back and broad shoulders, lying on his back. Cody quickly turned
onto his side, facing him to give him more room. Sean pulled his own
blanket up and settled in with his eyes fixed on the crack of the door and
the guy still leaning against the opposite wall.
“You’re not gonna kill me if I accidentally get up against you, are
you?” Cody asked. “I don’t know what I might do and I don’t want you
tossing me out in the hallway in my sleep.”
Sean laughed. “I wouldn’t toss that tight little ass of yours out
in the hallway; it’d be like tossing a lamb to the wolves. You wouldn’t
last five minutes out there. Besides, I want your tight little ass in here,
all to myself,” he added, laughing.
Cody was struggling to keep his back against the wall and not touch
Sean.
“Just turn over and face the wall and it’ll be okay if we touch.
It’ll be through the blankets anyway. I just don’t want you wrapped around
me,” Sean told him.
Cody tuned over on his side facing the wall and pulled the blanket
up around his neck.
Sean was feeling the hype of his hormones, causing a gentle
tingling down between his legs. He’d never imagined being in a situation
like this and he couldn’t deny that he was curious. Something made him not
want to let the opportunity slip past him. The guy in the hallway was being
patient, or maybe he was scared. Sean appreciated his patience but he
didn’t want him to be scared off.
Sean reached over and tucked Cody’s blanket in around his face and
felt the boy still shaking.
“Dam, you’re still cold?”
“I’ve never been so cold in my life,” Cody said. “I can’t stop
shaking.”
Sean ran his hand under his blanket and felt his shoulder. The boy
felt cold to the touch and Sean felt sorry for him. Suddenly he jerked
their blankets off and flung Cody’s blanket out over the both of them.
“What’re you doing?” Cody asked with a frown.
“Getting you warm,” Sean said. “If we double up the blankets we’ll
create some body heat.” He spread the other blanket over the first and
pulled it up over both of them. Then without hesitation he rolled over on
his side and spooned his naked body snugly against Cody’s.
“You tell anybody about this, I’ll break both your legs,” he
warned. “Fuck, you are freezing.”
They lay snuggled together and after awhile Cody began to settle
into a warm calm.
“I wish they would turn off that goddam music, or turn it down,”
Sean grumbled.
“I don’t think it’s going to bother me much,” Cody said. “I’m
starting to get warm and that’s gonna make me sleepy.”
Sean pressed the entire length of his body against him to give him
more warmth. It should have felt weird; it was the first and only time
he’d ever touched his naked body to another guy like this. But he had
always felt like a big brother to Cody, and it was what a brother would do.
He felt more than that at the moment with his naked body curved against
Cody’s, his cock pressed against the younger boy’s butt, but he quickly put
it out of his mind.
“Thanks, Sean, for taking care of me,” Cody said hoarsely in a
quiet little voice.
“It’s no big deal; you’re like a little brother to me,” Sean said.
“I wish I had you for a big brother,” Cody said.
“You do,” Sean told him.
“You’re such a stud, just the kind of big brother anybody would
want,” Cody said.
“I know.”
“What would you think if I told you this was giving me a hardon,”
Cody said.
“You just better hope I don’t get a hardon,” Sean joked, pressing
his manhood against Cody’s backside. They were quiet, and he felt Cody calm
down, his breathing become steadier. Sean looked over his shoulder to see
if the guy was still keeping his vigil in the hallway. He was.
Sean wondered if Cody was asleep. After a while longer he was
pretty sure he was, and he was warm, so Sean carefully and gently moved
away from him. Part of him didn’t care if he was asleep or not. He had to
find out what that guy in the hall and this place was all about, Cody be
damned. Whatever happened, he knew he could make him keep quiet about it;
all it would take was a simple threat. He reached out carefully with his
foot and cracked the door another couple of inches. They guy waited a
moment then stepped up to the door and pushed it open a little more, very
cautiously. When Sean didn’t try to close it, he opened it further and
came inside the room. Sean put his finger to his lips and the guy
nodded. The man put his hand on Sean’s leg, rubbing it up and down his
thigh, working his hand under the blankets. Sean slung his leg over the
edge of the mattress, out from under the blanket, to give him room and an
invitation. Excitement surged through him as the man found and hefted his
balls and squeezed them gently. Sean’s already fluffed up cock was loosing
its fluffiness and growing into a big hardon. The man found it before it
was completely hard and moaned softly as he squeezed the rubbery flesh.
With his other hand he lifted the blanket and laid it aside, exposing him
in all his manly glory.
“Wow!” he whispered.
Sean frowned and put his finger to his lips again. Maybe it wasn’t
a good idea after all, letting the guy come in the room. One of them was
bound to make noise and wake Cody up. He raised up and swung his legs over
the edge of the mattress and stood down from the bunk. He reached for his
towel and motioned that they should step out of the room. He checked his
arm for the rubber band with the room key then quietly closed the door
behind them.
“I don’t want to wake him up,” he whispered.
“My room’s right here,” the man said, nodding to an open door
almost directly opposite Sean’s room.
Sean nodded and followed the man inside. The guy closed the door
most of the way then immediately began groping the front of Sean’s towel.
“That feels incredible,” he said. “It looked pretty incredible in
the showers, too.”
“Are we going to leave the door open?” Sean asked.
“It could prove interesting,” the man said. “Don’t worry, we can
close it if your buddy wakes up and shows himself.”
Sean undid his towel and took it off.
“My Godd!” the man gasped. “Do they grow all their wrestlers like
this where you come from?”
“We never had anybody throw rocks at us,” Sean said.
The man urged Sean to lie back across the bunk, his legs slung over
the edge of the mattress. His stomach was aflutter and his stiffening cock
tingled with anticipation.
“My name’s Rick, by the way,” the man said.
“Sean,” he said, putting out his hand.
Rick was moving his hands up and down Sean’s thighs, squeezing the
hard muscles, then up to his stomach, digging his thumbs into his hard abs.
“Geezuss, you’re like a rock,” he said.
“Most wrestlers are pretty solid,” Sean said.
Rick reached on up and squeezed his pecs and flicked his nipples
“Uhhnn,” Sean gasped.
The guy was going to do it. Just as sure as he was standing there
in front of him, feeling him up, Rick was going to go down on him. He was
going to get his cock sucked! The imagination fueled his anticipation and
his anticipation stoked the flames of his raging imagination. One feeding
off the other, he was soon so hot and excited that he couldn’t lie still.
He reached out and touched the man’s arm, to urge him to get on with it.
The arm was solid muscle, so big he couldn’t get his hand even a third of
the way around the bicep. And that sent another strange thrill down Sean’s
spine, that such a muscular stud would be doing this to him. The man’s
very masculine, macho appearance made it somehow more all right.
Someone strolled past the door, pausing to peer inside, but he
didn’t come in. Sean was a little disappointed. Rick bent over and Sean
could feel his hot breath. His anticipation soared, screaming through his
brain. “Do it!” he screamed silently. “Just do it! Get your mouth on it
and suck it!”
But he didn’t. He by-passed Sean’s cock and began kissing his
thigh, moving his lips downward, over his knees, to the bulge of his calf
muscle. Then he kissed back up the inside of his other leg till his face
smashed against his balls. He kissed down the inside of the other leg and
back up, this time lifting his balls to nuzzle under them. Godd, it felt
good everywhere he moved his mouth.
“Ohhhhh,” Sean moaned softly. Godd, do it! His cock was so hard
now. So engorged with blood it felt like it might burst.
Another man came by the door, then another, and another One of them
moved on but the others paused to watch. Sean wondered why none of them
came inside. Rick by-passed his cock again, kissed around his hip and up
across the deep muscled ridges of his abs; back and forth, leaving a wet
outline around each brick of muscle. Then he trailed his tongue up to his
chest and kissed his thick pecs, lingering with his mouth over his nipples.
“Ohhh,” Sean moaned again as the man sucked on his tits. They were
quickly swollen hard and so sensitive to the man’s flicking tongue. It
made Sean wonder if that’s what a girl felt when he sucked on her
nipples. Rick made a wet trail back down Sean’s stomach, around his hip and
nuzzled under his balls again.
“Awww!” Sean moaned as his balls were pulled into the wet heat of
the man’s mouth. “Ohh, Geezusss!” he gasped as Rick sucked and licked and
bounced them around on his tongue. “Awww, suck it!” he whispered softly.
“Get on it… suck my cock…!” Geezuss, was he ever going to do it! Just
do it! Suddenly he felt the man’s hot breath on his cock a second before he
felt the wet heat of his mouth envelope the head.
“Ohh…Awwwwhhh, Fuck!” he gasped aloud. The man’s lips slid
down, down, down the tall shaft of his cock, till the head was smashed
against the back of his mouth. He moved his mouth up and down the shaft,
lavering the head with his tongue. Sean could feel his ball-juice flowing
and the man lapping it up. His tongue felt like fine, soft sandpaper on
his cockhead. He sucked him gently, almost lovingly. Sean felt almost
like he was being worshipped.
The man at the door inched inside a little for a better view. Rick
waved him in and Sean felt the guy’s hand on his leg. Rick moved aside a
little and a moment later, the newcomer had Sean’s balls in his mouth.
Rick had obviously been taught to share. When the second man came up for
air, Rick got off his cock and offered it to him.
“Holy Shit!” the man gasped when he saw Sean’s huge, hard cock.
“How big is this thing!”
“Big enough to feed two,” Rick said.
Sean thought it would be great to have both of them work on his
cock at the same time, and he got his wish. They two men lapped at his
cock from both sides, taking turns sucking it deep into their mouths. Sean
was squirming and writhing on the bed and thrusting his cock up into
whichever eager mouth he could find. He wondered if one of them could go
all the way down on it; if it was possible to take his cock in their
throats. He put his hand gently on the back of the Rick’s head but he
recoiled and raised up.
“I can’t take it all the way, you’re so big,” he whispered.
“I can,” the other man said.
He didn’t sound like he was totally convinced himself, but he was
determined to try and Sean wanted to give him a chance to prove himself.
But Rick wasn’t giving way. He stayed bent over, sucking his cock.
“Let him try to take it,” Sean said quietly.
Rick raised up and stepped aside to let the other man bend over
Sean’s middle.
“My Godd!” the man gasped as he wrapped his hand around the big
tower of meat. “Maybe I spoke too soon.”
“Yeah, still think you can take him?” Rick asked.
“If it kills me,” the man said. “Fuck, is this real? I can’t even
get my hand around it.” He bent over and went down on Sean’s huge cock;
down, down, down, till the head was smashed against the back of his throat
as it had Rick’s throat, but this guy pressed on. There was a tight
constriction around the head and Sean held out little hope that his cock
would fit into anything so tight. But the man pressed on, twisting his
head around as if to attain the right angle and make it fit. Then he took
him. He forced himself. He bore down hard and the head of Sean’s cock
popped through the opening and sank up into the tight glove of the man’s
throat.
“Awwwwhhhhhhh! Awwwwwhhh, fuck!” Sean moaned. It was better than
any pussy he’d ever shoved his cock into! He laid his hand on the back of
the man’s head to urge him down onto the final inch or so. The man choked
but Sean didn’t let up, and the guy forced his mouth down till his lips
were in Sean’s pubes.
“Geezussss!” Sean gasped in disbelief.
“I’ll second that,” Rick said.
The guy’s throat was so hot and tight and alive; the muscles were
milking the full length of his cock. Sean held his breath till his lungs
ached, till the man raised up and began swirling his tongue around the head
again. He finally had to let his breath out. “OHhhh, Geezussss, how did
you do that! God, it was incredible!”
“You haven’t seen incredible yet, has he?” the man said to Rick as
he closed the door completely.
“Not if you mean he’s going to fuck us,” Rick said.
Sean raised his head; his mouth dropped and he blinked with
surprise.
“F-fuck…you?”
“I can’t pass up a challenge like this?” Rick said as he was
uncapping a large tube of KY. He motioned for Sean to get off the bunk.
Sean stepped down, his cock swaying like a battering ram.
“Godd, I don’t believe that thing,” the other man said as he knelt
down to suck him again while Rick was climbing on the bed.
Sean didn’t how, if Rick couldn’t take him down his throat, how he
was going to take his cock up his ass. Rick got on his knees on the bed to
put the KY between his buns. Then he squeezed some lube onto Sean’s
throbbing cock after the other man reluctantly gave it up. Sean stepped up
on the bed behind him. Rick bent over with his head and shoulders in the
mattress, his butt offered to the hunky, young wrestler. Sean was shaky
inside with the excitement of this new adventure, wondering how it would
play out. He set the head of his cock squarely against the slick hole and
nudged forward. There was some give but it didn’t go in. He pushed
again. The other man, standing beside the bed, cupped his hand around
Sean’s taut butt.
“You’re going to have to give it some power from back here to
penetrate him,” he said.
Sean tried a couple more times but all he felt was the stretch and
give of the muscles surrounding Rick’s asshole. The hole itself wouldn’t
open, but only pushed back at him.
“Fuck if he’s that tight, I’m gonna rip him in two,” Sean said.
“That’s a risk he’s willing to take, otherwise, he wouldn’t be
spread out in front of you like this,” the man said.
Sean wondered why Rick wasn’t saying anything but he took his
silence as total consent. He clasped his hands around Rick’s hipbones and
pulled his hips back as he shoved forward at the same time. There was a
struggle with the tight hole trying do defend it’s hidden treasure, but
suddenly, it stretched open and the head of Sean’s cock disappeared in
Rick’s ass.
Rick choked on his gasp and gripped the sides of the mattress.
suckboyscock“Give him a minute to get used to it,” the other man said, still
caressing Sean’s butt. The guy had become the instructor, the coach, and
Sean was willing to do what he told him, just like Coach Colby. “It’s not
a straight chute in, like the pussies you’re no doubt used to,” the man
told him.

“You’re going to encounter obstacles that you have to maneuver
around, till your cock bores itself a new pathway.”
When he felt the man’s pressure on his butt, Sean shoved in a
little deeper, oblivious, now, of Rick’s gasping moans. He wasn’t telling
him to stop. He gaped down at the guy’s once-tiny asshole distended
unmercifully around the thick girth of his cock. When he pushed, the muscle
stretched inward.
“Oh, Goddd!” Rick gasped aloud
Sean held still. “Do you want me stop? Or pull out?” he asked.
“No,” Rick replied emphatically. “I only want to go through this
once.”
Sean took his time entering him. Several times his cock touched
something in the way and he maneuvered around it, just like the other guy
said. Deeper and deeper he went, gouging out everything in his way, and he
wondered what possible pleasure Rick could get from being impaled on his
huge cock, having it stretch his asshole so unmercifully. With great
relief and satisfaction, he shoved the final inches though Rick’s clenching
hole.
“Awwwhhhhhh!” Rick groaned.
“You’ve got it all, man,” Sean said.
“Yes, I just wonder where the hell you put it,” Rick gasped.
Sean held still, satisfied for the moment with Rick’s asshole
squeezing and milking his cock.
“How’s that feel?” the other man asked Sean. “Have you ever fucked
another guy?”
“I never did anything with another guy before. You guys are my
first. But it feels great. Better than any pussy. Ohhhh, shit, when he
squeezes my cock…he’s so hot and tight…hell, he’s alive in there.”
“Spoken like a true straight-eight,” the man said.
“Can I, uh…fuck you now?” Sean asked Rick.
“Yes. Please, slow and easy at first,” Rick said.
Sean was gentle as a lamb as he pumped his cock in slow-motion in
and out of Rick’s ass.
“Ohhh…Awwwwhhh, that’s good,” he moaned. “Fuck, it feels like
I’m sticking my cock in a bag of mush or warm honey.”
As Rick became accustomed to the big intruder, he began pushing his
butt back onto Sean’s cock. Their pace picked up, with soft noises of
Rick’s butt smacking against Sean’s thighs.
“Ohhh…OH, My Godd!…Oh, My Goddd!…fuck me… fuck, me, you big
stud! Put those muscles to work!”
“Gladly,” Sean said and he clasped his hands around Rick’s hipbones
and set his own hips in motion.
“Ohh, Yesss…OHhh, fuck, that feels so good,” Rick moaned.
Sean had good staying power but he was amazed that he was lasting
so long; he’d never felt anything like this before. He wanted to do it in
different positions, like with Marge Anderson; she liked to get it in every
position known to man and she said Sean was the only guy who could last
long enough to take her through all the positions.
“Could we, uh…change positions?” he asked as he slowed his pace.
“Like on your back?”
“I’ve been waiting for you to need a break,” Rick said as he
hunkered forward off of Sean’s cock.
“They all want to fuck like a girl,” the other man said.
“No, it’s not that…hell, nobody’s gonna mistake you for a
girl…I just wanta see your face when I fuck you.”
“Honey-stud, you can fuck me any way you want. I’ll stand on my
head out in the hallway if you want me to.” He laid back and put his legs
on Sean’s shoulders and brought his butt up to position. Sean entered him
again and hunkered up over him till Rick was bent in half under him.
“Fuck, take it easy, it goes in deeper in this position,” Rick told
him.
It was so good Sean’s head was swimming. Every girl he’d ever
fucked complained after about two minutes in this position; they said he
was going too deep and they couldn’t breath. Except for one, Marge
Anderson, and she about fucked his brains out in any position he tried.
Rick’s ass was opening up nicely, too. He liked a tight fit but he also
liked a little give and take, and Rick’s ass was giving and taking like
nothing he’d ever fucked before. He thrust in deep, straight down, then
switched gears and went straight in. He buried his cock to the hilt and
twisted his hips around in circles. That drove Rick crazy.
“Ohhh…OHHHH…Awwhhhhh…Hhhhhh, yesss…do that… Awwwh, Godd,
you’re cock is so big and wonderful.” He liked, it too, when Sean thrust
straight down into his ass. “AAAWWwwhhhh, what’re you trying to do, nail
me to the bed?” he cried.

Chapter Three

Across the hall, Cody was waking up. He had to take a piss in the
worst way. He raised up, startled to find that he was alone in the room.
Where the hell was Sean! Maybe he’d gone to the restroom. He stood down
from the bunk and cautiously opened the door a crack. He stuck his head
out and peered up and down the hall. He didn’t have a room key; Sean had
it, which meant he couldn’t go piss without leaving the room unlocked.
Well, he didn’t have anything of any value in the room, except for his
clothes, and he doubted anybody would steal those. He wished Sean were
there with him, though. He was half scared to leave the room. But he
really had to piss and he was acting like a baby wanting his mommy instead
of a champion wrestler. He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his
waist and stepped out in the hallway. He pulled the door mostly shut so it
would look like it was closed, and headed for the rest room. A man coming
down the hallway followed him down the stairs and into the restroom. Cody
fumbled with his towel as he stepped up to one of the urinals. It was
awkward trying to hold it on so he let it fall from his waist and held it
at his side.
“Dam! Nice butt!” the man said as he stepped up to the urinal next
to him.
Cody looked straight ahead, his face flushed warm with
embarrassment. Bad as he had to piss, he couldn’t. His cock just hung out,
dead and dry. He shut his eyes and tried to relax to get the flow started,
keenly aware of the man’s eyes on him.
“Dam, nice everything,” the man said, glancing boldly at Cody’s
cock.
At long last the flow of piss started and Cody was able to relax
more. Just then another man came into the rest room and whistled as he
stepped up on the other side of Cody.
“You’re one of the wrestlers,” the first man said.
“Yeah.”
“How old are you?” he asked.
“Seventeen,” he lied.
“Oh. Too bad.” With that the guy stepped back and walked out.
The other guy stayed, gazing down at Cody’s cock. “I’m in room
224. Come on up.”
“For what?” Cody asked.
“We’ll figure something out,” the man said.
There was something irritating about the guy. “What about me being
underage?” he asked, to scare him off.
“You might look seventeen, but they wouldn’t let you in here if you
weren’t eighteen,” the man said. “Look, I know you’re young and probably
virgin to all this, and scared. You don’t have to be afraid of me.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” Cody said.
The man looked him up and down. “You’re not going to leave this
place a virgin. It should be with someone who knows how to treat a young
hunk like you. So come on up if you feel like it. Room 224. Promise, you
won’t regret it.” With that, he walked off.
Cody had never felt so conspicuous and uneasy being naked. He felt
almost cold inside. He didn’t look around at the guy or say anything when
he left. Cody was relieved to see him go. When he was finally done
pissing, Cody wrapped his towel around his waist. He wanted to scout
around the place and see if he could find Sean but he was too scared.
Instead, he hurried back to his room. He closed the door with great relief
and felt safe again, but wondering in the back of his mind why the guy
wanted him to come up this room. He had a pretty good idea…he knew about
gays…but he didn’t know exactly. Maybe he should go and find out. But if
Sean came back and found him gone, or if the coach came by to check on
them, there would be hell to pay. He should have gone on out to the lounge
while he was downstairs to see if Braden was there. He could help him find
Sean. Shit, he was acting like a baby again. Sean was probably in the
Jacuzzi, or maybe he had gone down to the weight room to work out.
Cody crawled in bed and pulled the blanket up around is neck. The
more he lay in the soft darkness thinking about Sean, the greater his
suspicions became. He was probably off with some guy having the time of his
life, discovering first hand what Cody was wondering about. Braden was
probably doing the same thing. It made him feel empty inside. If they
wanted that, they didn’t have to go find some strange guy in a gay men’s
club. He wished he had the courage to tell Sean that he could have
anything he wanted right there in their room. Any of them could. He wasn’t
exactly sure how it might play out with his hunky teammates, but he knew he
would do anything for them. Scott was probably the only one staying out of
trouble and that was only because he was in a room with the coach.
He wished he could go down to the weight room and work out, but
Coach had stressed that he had to have somebody with him. Where the hell
was Sean? Maybe he should do the same thing as Sean; check the place out,
go down to the sauna or sneak upstairs and see what the blackout party was
all about. But he didn’t have the guts to venture out. The words of the
guys in the rest room still rang in his ear. Nice butt! Nice everything.
You’re one of the wrestlers. Yeah. How old are you. Seventeen. Too bad.
Come on up to room 224.

Chapter Four

All the while Sean was fucking Rick, the other man was standing in
close to watch as he stroked his cock with one hand and felt Rick’s and
Sean’s muscles with the other. He was especially attracted to Rick’s
butt. Suddenly he climbed up on the bed and stood astraddle Rick, facing
Sean with his cock sticking out of his fist.
“Wanta suck it?” he said.
Sean did a double take and reared back like he’d been smacked in
the face, which he very nearly was by the big cock. He shook his head but
the man didn’t take no for an answer. He put his hand on Sean’s head to
try to give him his cock but Sean jerked back.
“You’ve got it wrong. I’m straight,” Sean said.
“Nobody’s holding that against you,” the man said. “Some of the
best blow jobs I ever had were from straight guys.”
“Not this straight guy,” Sean said firmly.
“I know what you need,” the man said as he leaned over to get
something off the TV shelf.
Sean didn’t know what it was but he knew he wasn’t going to suck
the guy’s cock, or any other cock. Still, he had to admit, there was a
strange attraction to the big, thick hunk of meat sticking out at him,
being offered so boldly. It was maybe the first time he had ever noticed
another guy’s cock up close and he had to admit, the guy had a nice one.
He could see ball juice glistening in the wide slit. The guy held a small,
uncapped bottle down to Sean’s nose. He reared back away from it. He was
about to get pissed; the guy was interrupting the best fuck of his life and
he wasn’t going to suck his cock, so he needed to just back off. But the
bottle was under his nose for the couple of seconds it took for him to get
a whiff of the aroma and a faint idea of its effects. When the man offered
him the bottle again, his curiosity had surfaced and he didn’t turn his
head away.
“Ah, yeah, you wanta try it, don’t you?” the man said as he held
the bottle snugly to one nostril while he closed the other nostril.
Sean took in a breath then reared back from the bottle. “Whew!
What is it?” he asked, shaking his head.
“Poppers. Take another hit,” the man said. “You need to take it
in both sides.”
Okay. The first one was making him feeling good enough that he
wanted the second dose, he had to know how the second dose would make him
feel. He held the man’s hand steady when he put the bottle to his nose and
sucked in deep, and took still another deep breath when he moved it back to
the other side of his nose. The stuff kicked in like a hurricane, picking
up momentum by the second, till his head was spinning and he was feeling
hot all through, right down to his balls. His cock throbbed painfully hard
inside Rick’s ass and it felt like he was going to come. But it was just a
feeling. He kept right on fucking while the feeling was still there and it
was incredible. The man stood in front of him again, his hands on his hips,
his cock sticking out.
“Now do you want to try it?” he asked. “I’m not going to try to
force you, I don’t want to tangle with those muscles, except in a good
way.”
Sean looked up at him with a scowling grin. “Like you could,” he
said.
“Yeah, like I could,” the man said.
Okay, the guy was being sort of an asshole but he was a damned good
looking asshole with a damned impressive cock and for some damned reason
Sean’s mouth was starting to water so bad he had to swallow his spit. Must
be the poppers making his mouth water. Rick’s ass was feeling awfully good
around his cock. It seemed to take on a life of its own, and his ass and
Sean’s cock were having their own little love affair. Sean’s brain was
frying and his thinking process shifted to his balls and all he could think
about was sex and cock and ass and feeling good and cock……and
cock…and…cock…
Suddenly he was having a hard time holding his head on his
shoulders, like he was in a stupor. Intentional or not, he closed his eyes
and let his head loll back and forth, his mouth slack. He felt something
warm and slick against his lips, and he knew somewhere in his brain that it
was the heat of the man’s cock; the slickness his precome, and he didn’t
have the will to turn away from it. He couldn’t even purse his lips
against it.
“Aawwhhnnnnn,” he moaned, his eyes fluttering as he felt his mouth
go slack. The warm cock was self-lubricated from its own pre-come and it
slid into Sean’s mouth with the greatest of ease. He let his jaw go slack
and the man shoved nearly all of his cock in his mouth… then all of
it…right into his throat.
“Aww, fuck, he’s taking it. The straight stud is taking it right
down his throat,” the man groaned.
Godd, it was like being struck by lightning from all sides. He was
stupefied at what was happening…what he was doing. His cock was tingling
and aching at the same time and the man’s cock in his mouth tasted and felt
so good and he was sucking cock for the first time. He knew what he was
doing but he couldn’t comprehend it. Hell, the man was fucking his throat
and moaning and Rick was groaning under him and he was groaning himself as
the guy pumped his cock in and out of his mouth. He gave himself up to
ride the wave of intense pleasure that threatened to consume him. Suddenly
it did consume him. Lust seared his brain and his cock swelled up like a
steel rod and he wanted to come so bad it ached. He had a faint
realization that Rick was coming and that triggered his own climax. In
those final frenzied moments he went out of his mind. He raised up,
thrusting his cock in and out of Rick’s ass like a jackhammer. The other
man clasped his hands around Sean’s head and stumbled toward him to keep
his cock in his mouth and Sean clasped his own hands around the guy’s tight
butt to hold him in place so he wouldn’t loose his cock. The guy wasn’t
just face-fucking him; he, Sean was gobbling his cock like a hungry
wolf. Suddenly he felt his come building up, fast and hard, till he was
overtaken by powerful tremors. Finally, he lost it; his lust shot out of
him like fire out of a hot cannon. He dug his fingers into the standing
man’s butt to hold on and keep from toppling over. It was a climax like
he’d never had before in his life. Even after he had emptied his load deep
in Rick’s guts, his cock continued to throb painfully. His satisfaction
attained, the poppers began to wear off and he was faced with the awful
reality that he had a cock in his mouth! It jolted him to the core, so that
he was unable to move for a moment. But as the man was pumping his cock
furiously in and out of his mouth, he grasped the situation and sensed that
the guy was about to come in his mouth. He shoved the man’s hips away and
reared back quickly, pulling his cock free of Rick’s ass and managed to
stumble down off the bed. The guy was groaning something awful as he shot
his load all over the wall and the bed. Sean grabbed his towel and put it
around his waist and quickly stumbled out of the room.
Outside, he pulled the door shut and stood there to take in a
couple of deep breaths. He shook his head to clear his brain. He glanced
at the door of his own room then quickly rushed away to the rest room. He
took some mouthwash from the big glass tank and rinsed his mouth out a half
dozen times. He used some liquid hand soap in his mouth and rinsed again.
He raised up from the sink, slowly and deliberately, afraid of what he
might see. He had to force his eyes to focus on his image in the mirror.
He prayed that what he saw wasn’t real. He avoided his own eyes except for
a split second, which scared the hell out of him. In that split second he
had looked into his very soul. “You fuckin’ sucked cock!” he whispered to
himself.
He couldn’t go back to the room. Cody would surely suspect
something. He had to get calmed down first. He headed for weight room,
the best place he knew to work things out. There was nothing like a good
workout to clear his brain.
There were only two other guys in the workout room; a
heavily-muscled guy, about forty, in a pair of blue workout shorts, and a
younger guy, not much older than Sean, wearing a pair of bright yellow,
stretch shorts. They were working out together. Sean tugged the knot of his
towel tighter as he looked around the gym. He should go back and get his
shorts, but he didn’t want to take the chance of waking Cody.
“Is it okay to work out like this?” he asked.
“You’ll have to take the towel off to cover the bench–gym rules,”
the older man said.
“Then naked is okay,” Sean said.
“I don’t think it’s going to bother anyone,” the man said.
Sean undid the knot and draped the towel over the incline bench,
all the while watching the man as he took up his position at the leg press.
“That’s a lot of weight,” he remarked.
The younger boy laughed. “He’s just getting warmed up.”
Sean looked around the room. “When he gets warmed up, do they send
out for more weights?” he asked.
The man released the sled and went down in a diagonal squat, all
the way down, till his butt was pressing against his thighs, then raised
back up. He did several reps then locked the sled and the younger boy added
more plates. Sean picked up two twenty-pound dumbbells and straddled the
bench and lay back on it. He pumped out a dozen reps of presses then sat up
and racked the weights. The man was in the middle of another set and Sean
waited to watch him. Dam, he had big impressive thighs. He could almost
hear them groan with power as they pushed the weight upward. He picked up
the thirty-pounders for another set of dumbbell presses, oblivious to his
own nakedness as he became caught up in the other men’s workout.
“Put on the fifties,” he told the younger boy.
“How much weight are you using?” Sean asked.
“Eight-sixty,” the boy replied.
“Geezusss! Who don’t you just go lift a house,” Sean said.
The man laughed. “Looks like you could be pressing a crankshaft
with those arms,” he said, returning the compliment.
“Hey, I’ll bet you’re part of the wrestling team, aren’t you?” the
younger boy said.
“Yeah.”
“How’d you do?” the older man asked.
“Good, but not good enough. The smallest guy on the team was the
only to win his class.”
They exchanged a few more bits of conversation between sets then
the man walked away from the machine, going toward the door.
“Hey, dad, are you finished here? I need to take off some weight.”
“Yeah, I’m done there. I’m going to do some cardio then call it
quits,” the man replied as he stepped through the door and bent over the
water fountain.
Sean nearly dropped the forty-pounders he was pressing. He swung
upward and set his feet on either side of the bench and rested the
dumbbells on his thighs.
“Excuse me, did you just call him dad?”
“Yeah.”
“Wow! Your dad brings you here to work out?”
“Yeah,” the boy said as he unloaded some of the weight off leg
press.
“O–kay,” Sean said, repressing a smile.
“Your coach brought you here,” the boy said.
“Touche. Sort of. We were desperate for a place to spend the
night.”
“This is the best gym closest to where we live.”
“Somehow, I can’t imagine my dad and I working out in a gay men’s
club,” Sean said.
“My dad’s gay, I’m straight,” the boy said.
“Looking at him, he could keep that secret till hell freezes over,”
Sean said.
“He didn’t want to keep it a secret. He wanted to be who he is.”
“You’re certainly mighty okay with it,” Sean said.
“No reason not to be,” the boy said. “It’s pretty hard to write
your dad off just because of where he likes to put his cock.”
Sean guffawed, choking back his laughter.
“Well, I guess that’s one way of putting it.”
“He’s always been there for me, came to all my games, worked out
with me, took me to ball games, backed me in everything I did in my world.
When I turned eighteen, he invited me and brought me into his world.”
“Do you mind me asking, where does your mother fit into all of
this?”
“My mother hasn’t been in the picture since I was five. I barely
remember her. My dad didn’t realize he was gay when he got married. When he
did come to grips with it, he didn’t think it was fair to stay married to
her and try to cover it up and live a lie so they divorced.”
“You know what I’m wanting to ask,” Sean said.
“You don’t have to, it’s written all over your face,” he said with
a pleasant smile. “The answer is yes. But it’s a straight/gay
relationship; a one-way street, so to speak.”
Now Sean was trying not to look shocked. “So, you… y-you do have
sex…with your dad.”
“Sure. It makes him happy and it doesn’t diminish me in any way. I
still like girls.”
“W…what?” Sean asked, shaking his head. “No, I heard you. I’m
must having a little trouble absorbing it.”
“He likes to suck my cock and likes for me to fuck him and he loves
to explore my body with his tongue. But like I said, its all way one way,
and we both get pleasure from it.”
“Whew!” Sean whistled softly, still shaking his head. “Okay, you
don’t have to say anymore. I’ll just take a moment to let this all soak
in,” he said as he picked up another pair of dumbbells.
“Sorry you’re having a problem with it, but you’re the one who
asked the questions,” the boy said.
Sean finished pumping out the reps then sat up and set the
dumbbells on his thighs.
“No, I’m not having a problem with it; not you and your dad. I’m
having a problem letting it soak in while I try to imagine me and my dad.”
“Would you write your dad off just because he was gay?”
“No,” Sean replied without hesitation. “And you’ve got my respect
and admiration for the way you’re handling it,” he said. “Shit, you guys
are both pretty awesome, the way you’re handling it. Your dad is a stud.”
“More ways than one,” the boy said.
“Do you, uh…do you guys ever do anything besides work out when
you come here?”
“Sure. He’s probably in the steam room right now making out with
some young stud.”
“And that’s okay, too.”
“This is his world. I say let him live his life.”
“What about you?” Sean asked.
“If somebody happens along who turns me on, yeah, I’ll go with him.
Or sometimes, it’s just me and my dad. Sometimes other guys with
us. There’s no set routine with us. What about you? I know you came in to
get out of the weather, but have you had any memorable experiences while
you’re here?”
“As a matter of fact, I have,” Sean said. “Some pretty incredible
memorable experiences. All first time experiences.”
“They’re the best,” the boy said.
Sean’s brain had suddenly cleared and was cranking up again with
ideas that should have been foreign to him. But he was watching this young
stud on the leg press, with legs like his dad’s, and admiring his muscles
and wondering if he might be one of those guys who just happened along. The
boy finished his set and racked the sled and stood out of the machine. He
glanced in the mirror to see Sean looking at him.
“Do I see more questions on your face?” he asked.
“I don’t know, it’s probably just bewilderment you’re seeing.”
“No, I know bewilderment when I see it. That wasn’t bewilderment on
your face when you watching me.”
“No. No, it wasn’t,” Sean said. “I was just wondering…I mean,
this thing between you and your dad is sort of…well, sexy…sort of a
turn on…I mean, it’s gotta be something damned special.”
“It is, very special. But what were you wondering about?”
“If…I told you this is my first time, but talking to you has got
me wondering if…what it’d be like, maybe…if I’m one of those right guys
who just happened along…if your dad would mine if I…”
“You want to have sex with me and my dad,” the boy finished.
“I guess you could say that,” Sean said.
“I had to, you weren’t doing a very good job getting it out.”
“Yeah, I guess I was stammering around pretty bad,” Sean said.
“The answer is, sure, I know he would be glad to include you. I’ll
go get him as soon as we’re finished here. Do you want him to take a
shower out of the steam room?”
“I don’t care. I don’t mind sweat,” Sean said.
“He’ll like that,” the boy said. “By the way, my name’s Colt. My
dad’s name is Stedman.”
“Sean,” he said, putting out his hand. “You’re aptly named; like a
young colt. You dad, though, should be named Studman.”
They went through their final sets and Sean picked up his towel. He
was following Colt out of the gym when the boy turned around. “We’re in
236,” he said.
“Listen, just so there’s no misunderstanding…I’m straight, like
you.”
“Okay. It doesn’t matter.”
“And you’re gonna be there, too…I mean, all three of us.”
“Unless you want him all to yourself,” Colt said.
“No, I want you there,” Sean said. “I wanta see you two together. I
mean, the more I think about it, this is hotter than hell.”

Chapter Five

In the lounge there was one guy in a towel watching TV and another
who was dozed off. Braden set his gym bag beside the couch and stretched
out and covered up with the blanket. Sleep came pretty quick. He was
tired and he was cold, a lethal combination for sleep. He slept soundly.
When he came awake some time later he could barely move. He tried to
stretch his legs and shoved his feet against somebody.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
“That’s okay,” the guy said.
Braden started to raise up and winced with pain in his ribs and his
back. He sucked it up and shoved himself painfully to a sitting position.
“Dam, this is the most uncomfortable thing I ever slept on,” he
grumbled. “Shit, the springs are coming through.”
“Yeah, it does need to be replaced,” the guy said.
Braden guessed him to be in his early twenties, good looking,
nicely built and nicely tanned. He looked like he spent a lot of time in
the gym, but more as a fitness model. Certainly, he had incredible abs.
“Are you one of the wrestlers?” the man asked.
“Yeah,” Braden said, rubbing his back.
“We heard there was a wrestling team in the house.”
“What’d they do, announce it on the intercom while I was asleep?”
Braden asked.
“No, but word like that spreads,” the man said. “I could tell
you’re one of them.”
“Oh? How?”
“The way you’re built. That athletic jacket does nothing to hide
your build. And your thick neck. You’ve got a wrestler’s neck, or the neck
of a football player.”
Braden half smiled and winced again.
“The Jacuzzi is good for that,” the man said.
“I don’t have anyplace to put my clothes,” Braden said. I don’t
have a room.”
“Didn’t they give you a locker?”
“No, everything’s filled up.”
“You’re welcome to use my room,” the man said.
“I don’t think I’d better do that,” Braden said, giving the guy a
suspicious side-glance.
“No, I meant you could use my room; have it to yourself. I can
find something to keep me busy, wander around the place.”
“I’m not going to take your room away from you,” Braden said.
“Then you can use it for a place to put your gym bag and hang your
clothes,” the man said.
“That’s still an imposition,” Braden said.
“Okay, then you can share it. I know what you’re no doubt thinking
and it will be strictly hands off if that’s the way you want it,” the man
assured him. He smiled at Braden’s dumb look. “I’m gay, but I’m not stupid.
Nobody in his right mind would try anything with you, unless you wanted
them to.”
“Thanks, but if the coach comes looking for me, I would be in big
trouble if I was in somebody’s room,” Braden said.
“If you want, I’ll leave word at the desk that you’re in my room,
by yourself, so he’ll know where to come looking for you. He couldn’t
argue with that, could he, if you were in the room by yourself, and you
weren’t hiding from him?”
“Well…I guess…no, he couldn’t argue with that.”
“I’m Rob, by the way,” the man said, putting out his hand.
“Good to meet you,” Braden said as they shook hands.
“I could tell you restrained your grip,” Rob said with a smile.
“I’ve got a pretty powerful grip,” Braden conceded.
Rob went to the desk then came back to take Braden to his room. He
let him in and closed the door behind them. There was barely room for the
two of them to move around.
“It’s crowded, but they’re only intended as one-man rooms,” Rob
said.
“Thanks for letting me use your room. That bed looks damned
inviting after that dilapidated couch.”
“You can hang your clothes on that hook. We can put your bag down
here beside the bunk,” Rob said.
Braden was hesitant about taking off his clothes. He wondered if
Rob was going to leave. He didn’t want to ask him to; it was his room, for
chrissakes. After an uneasy moment, he began taking off his clothes. What
the hell, he was used to taking off his clothes and being naked in front of
other guys, why should this be any different? Except that Rob was gay. He
was keenly aware of the man watching him. It wasn’t like the admiring
looks he got from guys in the locker room. There was a brief hesitation as
Braden stood in his shorts.
“I, uh….thought…I was going to have the room to myself,” Braden
said.
“Yes…yes, or course, I was just getting you settled in,” Rob
said. “Are you coming down to the Jacuzzi to work the soreness out of those
muscles?” he asked, opening the door.
“Yeah. I think I will,” Braden said.
“I’ll wait outside.”
“No you…you don’t have to do that,” Braden said with an
embarrassed chuckle. “It’s not like no one’s ever seen me naked before.”
With that he shoved his shorts down and stepped out of them and laid them
on his bag. The way the man’s eyes were raking over him, Braden half
expected him to try something but when he picked up his towel Rob opened
the door for him. They walked together to the wet area, past the showers
and the sauna, to the Jacuzzi. It was empty. Rob took off his towel and
stepped down into the swirling water. Braden followed suit, under Rob’s
watchful eye.
“Dam, it’s hot,” he said.
“Ease into it,” Rob said. “You’ll think you’re going to boil your
balls till you get used to it, but then it’s going to feel great. And you
could arrange for a massage if you want to.”
Braden smiled to himself as he eased down into the water; he could
just see Coach Colby’s face if he found out he’d gotten a massage in a gay
men’s club. He sank into the hot water, inch by inch, till he was sitting
on a ledge opposite Rob, with the water up to his shoulders.
“Aahhh, that feels good.” He stretched his legs out in front of
him and sank lower in the water till it was up around his neck. Half-lying
down, his cock floated near the surface, lolling around with the water’s
violent current. He didn’t much care that Rob was watching him. Not much
he could do about it anyway unless he held his cock down with his hand and
that would look stupid. Secretly, he wanted to go back to the guy’s room,
the both of them, and see what might happen.
“Would I offend you if I said you have a beautiful cock?” Rob said.
Braden laughed. “No, why would I be offended by such a
compliment?”
“Because I’m gay and you’re straight and most straight guys would
be offended to the point of being violently defensive.”
“I’m straight, not homophobic,” Braden said. “Nobody’s ever said
that to me before, but I’m not offended.”
“You are also very confident and comfortable in your skin,” Rob
observed. “I have to wonder what it must feel like to live in a body like
yours.”
“Pretty much the same as living in your body, I would guess,”
Braden said.
“Guys like you always say that, like you don’t have a clue about
your physical beauty.”
“Now I’m going to get defensive; nobody calls me beautiful,” Braden
joked.
Rob’s foot touched the inside of Braden’s calf. Braden started but
he didn’t move his leg. Encouraged, Rob moved his foot on up past his knee
to the inside of his thigh.
“Does that offend you?” he asked with a soft smile.
“If it did, I would do something about it,” Braden said. He liked
the feel of the guy’s foot on his leg, moving higher and higher. Rob
hunkered down deeper in the water till he was pressing his foot gently into
Braden’s crotch. Braden liked it. He spread his legs wider. Shit, he
hoped to hell Coach Colby didn’t come down to the wet area.
“You’re going to make me get a hardon,” Braden said.
“I was counting on that,” Rob said.
“I’m sitting here wondering what would happen if my coach walks in
here,” Braden said.
“He left you on your own, you have to assume he thinks you can take
care of yourself,” Rob said.
Braden laughed. “I’m not so sure he would think that if he walked
in and saw me sitting here with some guy’s foot in my crotch.”
“Well, the offer is still open to share the privacy of my room,
where your coach wouldn’t see you,” Rob said.
“But there’s no longer any guarantee of hands-off?” Braden asked.
“If that’s the way you want it,” the man assured him. “I could be
very happy just looking at you.”
“I don’t know…I’m not so sure I would want it hands-off,” Braden
said.
“Its entirely your call. Have you ever done anything with another
guy?” Rob asked.
“No.”
“I would be honored and very pleased to initiate you.”
“Well, I am dreading going back to that couch,” Braden said.
“There’s no need to. You’ll have all the comforts of home in my
room. Plus some.”
Braden thought for a moment while Rob kept massaging his balls with
his foot. It was feeling good, the intimacy as much as the raw physical
contact, and his cock was fluffing up, expanding by the minute. He was
weighing the risk of being found out.
“All right,” he said as he shoved himself up out of the water. His
cock was fluffed up, long and thick, swinging around like a hunk of
sausage. He proudly displayed it to Rob and anyone else who came by.
They dried off and headed back to Rob’s room. Inside, Rob crawled
to the far side of the bunk, closest to the wall.
“This is weird, I haven’t slept with another guy since I was a
little kid,” Braden said as he hung up his towel.
“After the Jacuzzi, you’ll be so sound asleep in a few minutes you
won’t know from weird,” Rob said.
As they got under the blankets Braden tried to be careful not to
touch Rob but there just wasn’t enough room for two men their size. It
soon became awkward, trying to avoid touching.
“What say we deep-six the inhibitions and not worry about it,” Rob
said.
With that Braden felt more at ease if their arms or their legs or
their feet happened to touch. “It’s a lot warmer in here,” he said. “That
ought to make you sleep good,” Rob said.
Braden closed his eyes but his brain was still in overdrive. Not
that he was having any particular thoughts that he could grab hold of;
there were things… thoughts that he couldn’t make out, like they were in
a fog. Thoughts like, this wasn’t something he ought to be doing…sleeping
with a strange guy in a gay men’s club. But Rob was a nice guy, and he had
promised he wouldn’t try anything. Braden wondered if he would try
something if he went to sleep. Within minutes he was so drowsy he didn’t
give a dam one way or another.
“Fuck, I’ve never felt this sleepy before,” he said.
“Go to sleep,” Rob said. “I promise I won’t touch you. I’ll just
lie here and watch you sleep, difficult as that might be.”
“If Coach Colby…”
“Your coach isn’t going to come pounding on the door; he doesn’t
know which room you might be in, and the management sure as hell isn’t
going to conduct a room-by-room search.”
“But you left word at the desk where I would be,” Braden reminded
him.
Rob smiled. “Would you hit me if I said I lied?”
“You didn’t leave word at the desk.”
“No.”
“Good. I don’t want the coach finding me here.”
He slept like a baby; he didn’t know for how long, but he knew he’d
slept good by the totally relaxed feeling when he woke up. He was shocked
that he was lying tightly against Rob’s warm body. He was even comfortably
relaxed, lying spooned against the man’s muscular frame. There was a
blanket between them but he was still wrapped around another guy. He
tensed, then, as he gradually came fully awake. Fuck, he had a hardon! He
was rock throbbing hard and he was lying smack up against Rob’s backside.
Not only that, his cock was laying against Rob’s butt! He started to move
away and the blanket pulled away, exposing their bodies skin-to-skin. The
warmth of Rob’s bare body was a good feeling that kept him there. Rob was
asleep, what would it hurt to lie there and let his cock throb against his
butt. It felt good and he was sure Rob wouldn’t mind.
Yeah, another man’s body felt good against him. Even if Rob woke
up, what was so unusual about a guy with a morning hardon, and Braden
didn’t figure the guy would mind having a big hard cock smashed against his
butt. Hell, he was gay. He was lying there in a hazed contentment when he
flinched with surprise. He waited…there it was again…Rob’s butt muscles
clenching, flexing against his cock. Maybe it was a sleep reflex. He held
perfectly still except for his cock throbbing, which he couldn’t do
anything about. Again, Rob’s butt muscles tightened against his cock, one
side then the other, then back and forth again. That was no sleep
reaction. Maybe he was having a dream; a gay dream.
Braden squirmed in his position, causing his cock to slide against
Rob’s backside and the immediate reaction was Rob’s butt flexing against
his cock again. The thoughts in his head were clearing up, making more
sense now…scaring him. But his curiosity was stronger than his fear. He
tightened his abs against Rob’s back and squirmed ever-so-slightly to cause
his cock to move along the crack of Rob’s ass. He was remembering another
time; he had lied to Rob. He had done this one time with a friend when they
were kids and used to stay overnight at each other’s houses. His friend
liked to move his cock back and forth between Braden’s thighs from the back
and he liked to rub his cock in the crack of his buddy’s ass. Nothing ever
came of it; they were even too young to come. This was different. He wasn’t
a kid anymore.

boysexThey seemed to be squirming at the same time and as Braden drew
back to adjust his position, his cock poked squarely at Rob’s ass. Rob
didn’t flinch and he didn’t move away. Then Braden made the most amazing
discovery of all when he moved again; nudging the head of his cock gently
against the guy’s split buns he felt the warm slickness there. He tested
it again. Motherfuck, he was lubed up! That could only mean one thing! He
wants me to fuck him!

Braden’s head went into a spin, like he was about to black out. It was incomprehensible. He couldn’t be doing this…he shouldn’t even be in this guy’s room, let along poking his cock between the guy’s buns. But a change had come over him in that short time that begun in the Jacuzzi with the guy’s foot in his crotch; a transformation of sorts. The old Braden

would have bolted and run, scared out of his little-boy wits. But the old
Braden had vanished sometime during his sleep and a new, braver, bolder,
more curious Braden had emerged.
Boldly, he tightened his butt muscles to push his cockhead between
Rob’s buns. Rob pushed back! Oh, God…he wants me to fuck him!! He
pushed again and his cock slipped off target. He jumped at the feel of
Rob’s hand around it.
“Oh, Geezusss!” Rob swore softly he guided him to his asshole.
Braden was afraid he might be scared of his size but he was guiding
it between his buns. Braden followed his lead willingly, till the head of
his cock was lodged firmly against Rob’s asshole. Then, as if on cue, they
both applied pressure and the inevitable happened. His steel-hard cock
wasn’t going to give any ground, and Rob’s asshole was totally vulnerable,
completely at the mercy of the huge cock. Suddenly, the tiny aperture
spread open and welcomed his cock inside.
“Hhhoo!” Braden gasped with surprise. “OOhhhh!” he moaned softly
as he sank his cock deeper and deeper into the tight, hot hole.
“Oh My Godd!” Rob gasped. “Ohh, Geezusss… you’re so big!”
Braden stopped. “Yeah…is it too much?”
“No. Oh, no…it could never be too big. Just go easy and slow
till it’s all the way in and I get used to it.”
“Ready for more?” Braden asked.
“Yesss.”
Braden didn’t know for sure how much cock there was left to go but
it felt like a lot. He inched deeper and hit something. He twisted his
hips to maneuver around it. Rob gasped and moaned but made no move away
from him.
“Is it okay?” he asked.
“Yess…Big! Goddd, how much more?”
“I don’t know…three, four inches, maybe.”
“My Godd, how big are you? It feels like you’re hitting my lungs
already.”
“I can stop,” he said, easing back on the pressure. “It’s about
ten inches; I think you’ve got most of it.”
“Ohh, Goddd, ten inches! I’ve never even seen a cock that big, let
alone had one shoved in my ass.”
“I can stop,” Braden said again. “You don’t have to take all of
it.”
“Oh, I want it…every throbbing inch of it…all ten inches…I’ll
take it if it kills me.”
“Hey, it’s not a challenge or anything,” Braden said.
“Oh, yes…a ten-inch cock is a challenge. Please…please, don’t
pull back …give it to me…all of it…Ohh, Godd…I want it so bad!”
“Okay, you asked for it.” He clenched his butt and hunkered
forward, burying the final inches of his cock deep in the guy’s ass till
his thighs and stomach were pressing against him.
“OOHhhhhhhh! Ohhh, Goddd, that is so wonderful! Ohhh…ohhhh, you
big stud! Ohhhhh…Ohhh, godd…fuck me… fuck meeeee…”
“Yeah, hell yeah, I’ll fuck you,” Braden said.
He eased back then shoved back in, causing Rob to groan again. He
did it again and again, till it sounded like Rob’s moans were more from
pleasure than pain.
“Okay, now, if I shift into gear?” Braden asked him.
“Oh, yess! Drive it, stud. Drive it in me.”
He set a pace and fucked him with all the power he had in his butt
and abs and thighs that propelled his cock into the clenching hole. He
fucked him harder and harder till gradually he had pushed him down flat and
was on top of him. Rob spread his legs out and he hunkered up between
them.
“Ohhh. Goddd, yessss. That’s good this way…”
“Fuck, feels like I’m gonna drill right through the mattress,”
Braden said. He fucked and twisted his hips around and probed to find a new
spot, a new feeling each time.
“Yesss…YEsss, There! Ohh, Godd, you know how to fuck!”
He probed again to find the spot that made Rob cry out. It felt
firm but spongy to the touch. He shoved against it, slid his cock across
it, causing Rob to choke on his outcries.
“There, I guess?” he asked.
“Ohhh, you found it…ohhh, fuck it,…move your cock back and
forth across that spot…Yesss, like that!…Ohhhh…OHhhhh. OHhhhhh, you
stud! Where did you learn how to fuck like this?”
“It’s the first time I ever fucked like this,” he said.
“Ohh, Goddd, I don’t believe that.”
“I’m telling the truth,” Braden said. “There’s so many different
feelings in there, I’m just trying to find them all.”
“Keep searching, stud,” Rob told him.
It wasn’t like any girl he’d ever fucked. A girl’s pussy was a
straight shoot in and back out. It stretched to the size of his cock and
usually got pretty loose after awhile, but there was nothing different from
one stroke to the other. Rob’s ass was an adventure. It was tight one
minute, pliable the next. His cock slid across one spot one time then
found another exciting surface that engulfed it the next. What was really
different was that, unlike the girls he had fucked, Rob was fucking him
back, big time. He wasn’t just lying there taking it. Even his asshole was
responding, squeezing and milking his cock all the way in to the tip.
“OHhh…Hoohh, yeah do that,” Braden moaned. “Ohhhh, that feels so
good when your ass squeezes my cock like that.”
Rob squeezed some more and Braden bore through the deep, tight
confines of his ass.
“I lost the spot,” he said as he probed to find the spot that made
Rob groan and cry out. “Ahhh there it is…is that it?”
“Uhhnnnnnn…Ohhhnnnnn…OHhh, yesss…ohh, yeah, you found
it…ohh, fuck me…keep fucking me right there… you’re gonna make me
come!”
“Can I come in you?” Braden asked.
“Yessss. Fill me up with your hot stud-come. Make me feel it.”
He pistoned his cock in and out of the man’s hole, taking careful
angle and aim to pound his joy spot. Rob threw his head back and choked on
his groans each time he thrust in. Suddenly Rob hunkered up, trembling,
like he had a bellyache, his eight-pack abs bulging taut, and Braden
figured he was coming. He twisted his hips around, lobbing his cock around
over the joy spot and Rob’s ass responded gratefully, squeezing and
massaging and pulling his climax to the surface.
“I’m gonna come, too,” Braden gasped.
“Oh, yess, I can hardly wait. Shoot it. Fuck me full of your hot
come!”
Braden choked as his body stiffened and trembled and his climax
overtook him. The stuff exploded from somewhere deep inside him and gushed
through the come channels, through his cock, making it swell painfully,
then erupted out the end like a power hose.
“Ohh…Ohh…I can feel it! Geezusss, I can feel your come
shooting in me!” Rob cried out.
He could feel it too, spurting out in powerful gushes and washing
back around his cock. He kept pumping his cock and coming so much that the
stuff began sloshing back around his cock and out of Rob’s ass. He fucked
him for a good ten minutes after they had both come. His cock just wouldn’t
go down.
“That was incredible!” Rob said, when Braden finally slowed his
pace.
“Yeah, it was pretty incredible,” Braden agreed. “Nothing like the
girls I’ve fucked.”
Rob laughed. “Girls would not like to know how many times a guy
says that,” he said.
“I know I’m big. I hope I wasn’t too much for you.”
“No. No, you were perfect for me. I just never had anybody reach
where you did.”
“Do you think I can fuck you again?” Braden asked.
“Oh, yeah. You can fuck me as much as you like, I’ll suck your
cock…. whatever you want to do.”
“I thought if you were going to try something, that’s what you
would do, suck my cock, even though you said it would be hands-off, but I
never thought in a thousand years that I would end up fucking you.”
“It was just a wonderful fluke that we got in the position we did,”
Rob said.
“I would sort of like to see what its like to get my cock sucked,”
Braden said. “If I went and took a shower, maybe…but, shit, the coach
might see me and wonder why I was taking a shower at this hour.”
“You don’t have to shower,” Rob said, reaching down for his cock.
“You know, I wondered about that. I kept wondering what I was
going to find when I was done, but fuck, I came out clean as whistle.”
“That’s just something you take care of,” Rob said.
“Are you saying you would…suck my cock, now, right out of your
ass?”
“Of course. I’m dying to suck you. And it feels like you’re
aching to be sucked; dam, it didn’t even go down,” he said, squeezing his
cock.
“It does that a lot when it’s so good,” Braden said.
“My Godd, I can’t believe the size of this thing,” Rob said,
fisting the big slick cock. “You might well have the biggest cock in
captivity.”
“I doubt that. Maybe the biggest teenage cock, but I doubt that
too.”
“Well, I haven’t been fortunate enough to find another teenager
like you, but I’ve never found a man built like this, either.” Rob raised
up over him and pulled his cock straight up. “It’s going to take some
practice before I’m able to take this all the way down,” he said
apologetically.
“You don’t have to take it all but you can practice all you want,”
Braden said.
Braden threw his forearm over his mouth to stifle his groan when
Rob took his cock in his mouth. “Oh, Geezussss! Oh, Godd, I never thought
it could feel so good! No girl’s mouth ever felt so good.”
“A girl doesn’t know what makes a man feel good,” Rob said.
Several times, Braden tried to shove Rob’s head away.
“Are you getting close?” Rob asked.
“So close,” Braden gasped. “Aww, you’ve had me almost there so
many times, but you keep bringing me back down.”
“Do you want to come again?” Rob asked.
“Yes, bad. I want to keep going, too, but it’s gonna blow, I know
that. I just gotta know if…you know, what to when… do I warn you, or
will you be able to tell? Or can I…can I shoot in your mouth, or what?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Rob said. “Yes, you can come
in my mouth. I want to taste your hot come, fresh from your balls, a load
worked up just for me.”
“Take it, then. It’s all yours. Every inch, every drop,” Braden
told him.

Chapter Six

“Man, it’ going to feel good, getting under a blanket,” Scott said
as he was taking off his clothes. “Hey, Coach, is it okay if we sleep
naked? I do at home.”
“If you’re more comfortable that way,” Coach said.
Scott wasn’t long about getting out of his clothes. Coach’s throat
went dry as he watched the young wrestler’s tight, round, bare butt as he
crawled into the bed.
“Hey, let’s see what’s on,” Scott said as he leaned up to turn on
the TV.
“I’ll get it,” Coach said as he quickly reached for the switch
himself. He had his other hand on the channel button on the wall, ready to
change the channels if an X-rated video came on the screen. He punched the
button quickly but not before Scott saw what it was.
“Hey, what was that?” Scott asked, excitedly.
“Nothing you need to be watching,” Coach said. “They’re playing
X-rated videos on two channels, we’ll stick with this one.”
“Come on, Coach, it’s not like I never seen an X-rated video,”
Scott whined.
“Not with me, you haven’t. And you shouldn’t have been watching
them with anyone else.”
“We won’t tell anybody,” Scott said. “Come on, you know you want
to see it, too. It’s normal.”
“Scott, need I remind you that this is a gay men’s club, so I don’t
have to explain to you what kind of videos they show.”
“I still want to see it, just for a little bit,” Scott said. “I
never seen a gay video before.”
“And you’re not going to, here,” Coach said emphatically as he
crawled in bed beside Scott, wearing his shorts.
“You don’t sleep naked?” Scott asked.
“Not with one of my student athletes,” Coach said.
“If there’s anybody you shouldn’t feel self-conscious about being
naked with, it’s one of your student athletes,” Scott said. “You see us
naked all the time.”
“Yes, but this isn’t the locker room,” Coach said, trying to curb
the feelings that were rising up inside him, and the images that kept
invading his brain. He thought he had all of that under control, enough
that he could see the young athletes coming and going in the locker room,
and watch them playing grab-ass and cavorting around naked or in their
jockstraps and not be consumed with the compulsion to act on those
feelings. That was enough to fuel his fantasies and that was all he needed.
Till now, when he found himself in bed with one of those muscular boys,
stark naked.
“Just two minutes, coach,” Scott persisted. “Let me watch for just
two minutes. That’s not going to corrupt my mind any more than it’s
already corrupted.”
But Coach Colby held firm. “Listen to yourself, Scott. Do you
realize what you’re asking? You’re asking your coach to let you watch
X-rated gay videos.”
“Well, I’m going to sleep, then,” Scott said, rather sullenly.
“This movie was made a hundred years before I was born.”
Coach was sorry the boy was so disappointed, but he had to hold his
ground. But when Scott turned over and snuggled in under the blankets, he
began to feel bad for him. What could it hurt, anyway? It was just the two
of them, and he trusted Scott not to tell anyone. Hell, he was trusting
all four of the boys not to tell anyone that he had brought them to a gay
men’s club to spend the night.
“All right, if I let you watch two minutes of it, you have to
promise you won’t ever tell anybody. Not even the other boys,” Coach said
finally.
“No, we’re not telling anybody about any of this, you said,” Scott
said. “We spent the night in Motel Six.”
“I don’t believe I’m doing this, but…okay, two minutes,” Coach
said as he leaned up and switched the channels.
“I’m eighteen, Coach, I’m old enough to watch this stuff legally,”
Scott reminded him.
“Barely. Just last week, wasn’t it, that you turned eighteen?”
The scene jumped out and hit them in the face. A tall, muscular guy
stood leaning back against his pickup, wearing his hunting cap and a plaid
shirt with his jeans down around his ankles. Another really good-looking
guy was on his knees sucking his cock.
“Man, look at that!” Scott exclaimed. “Hey, I wonder if he’ll
finish him off. Do you suppose that guy will let him shoot in his mouth?”
“I have no idea,” Coach said rather impatiently. He wanted the
promised two minutes to be over before it was too late. The video was
giving him the tingles and he knew what it must be doing to Scott, and if
they let it go on, the results could be devastating. When he thought enough
time had elapsed he started to raise up and switch the channel.
“No, wait! Just a little longer, let’s see if he shoots in his
mouth,” Scott said excitedly.
Coach’s hesitation was fatal. He lay back down. Scott’s eyes were
glued to the TV. He cocked one knee up, Coach knew, to hide a rising
hardon.
“Dam, Coach, look at the way he swallows that thing, all the way
down. And these two guys are studs. You would never even know they’re gay
from looking at them.”
It was easy to put caution behind him and be caught up in the
moment, lying there with a naked, teenage wrestler, watching a gay
video. The longer he watched, the more comfortable he became with the
situation, till he found himself becoming hard-pressed to believe there was
anything wrong with it. Hell, what was turning it off now going to
accomplish after the boy had already been exposed to it. Scott probably
thought he was going to let him watch the entire video.
The hunter clasped his hands around the other guy’s head and began
pumping his cock in and out of his mouth. His face screwed up and his hips
sort of lurched out of control then suddenly he jerked his cock free and
jacked himself to a climax, shooting his load all over the other guy’s
face. The guy knelt with is mouth open wide to catch what he could of the
spurting come.
“Oh, Wow! Look at that, Coach!” Scott gasped excitedly.
Coach Colby knew he should turn the channel now or turn the TV off
and squelch the feelings before it was too late, but he didn’t move. He
felt numb. The scene faded and another came on the screen; this time with
two guys in a cabin, one of them bent across a cot while another fucked him
in the ass.
“Aw, Mannn! Look at that! Do you believe that! He’s fucking him
in the butt! I never believe guys really did that. Oh, sorry, coach, for
the language,” he said sheepishly.
Yes, I believe it! Coach wanted to scream. He believed it so much
that he could almost feel the big, stiff cock plowing his own ass…he
could almost feel Scott’s cock pumping in and out of his ass.
“Well, its time to turn it off,” Coach said.
“No, just a couple more minutes,” Scott begged.
“I’ve already let you watch more than the two minutes you asked
for, and listen to your language.”
“I’m sorry, Coach. That just slipped out. But considering what I
was watching…well, it just came out sort of natural. But I won’t say it
again, I promise.”
“Well, I’m sure its not the first time you used the word,” Coach
said with a smile.
“Hey, Coach, did you ever do anything with another guy?” Scott
asked.
He stared at the boy in disbelief. “No,” he lied, with indignation.
“Not even when you were younger; like when you were a kid?”
“Oh, me and a couple of my buddies messed around, like kids do, but
we were just kids,” Coach said. “Nothing like that,” he added, nodding to
the screen. “Have you?” he asked.
“Kinda the same; nothing like that,” he said.
Coach wanted to hear more but he didn’t want to keep asking
questions and appear too interested in the boy’s sex life.
“You never did, but did you ever want to?” Scott asked.
Shit, where was this coming from? Where was he headed with it?
“No, it never crossed my mind,” Coach lied again.
“What about now? Is anything crossing your mind now?”
“Scott…”
“I would like to try it sometime,” Scott said.
Coach found himself breaking out in a sweat. “You’re getting some
bad ideas; I think we’d better turn this off,” he said, leaning up to punch
the button. The room was plunged into a soft darkness and a quietness that
was almost haunting. He lay back with one arm crooked under his head.
Scott turned his back to him, facing the wall.
“Sorry, Coach, I guess I was out of line,” the boy said quietly
after awhile.
Coach didn’t say anything for a moment. He didn’t know what to
say. Scott had perhaps been trying to open up to him, lay his soul open,
and he had cut him off. It was probably the first time he’d been so close
like this with another male and found the courage to open up. He felt
guilty that he had lied to the boy about himself. He couldn’t let it end
this way. He owed the boy better than that; if not the truth about
himself, at least to lend an understanding ear.
“I didn’t mean to cut you off like that, Scott,” he said.
“That’s okay. I can see how it’s not something a guy should be
talking about with his coach.”
“No, if you can’t talk to me, about anything, then I’m not a very
good coach. But when you said you would like to try what those men were
doing…well, it took me by surprise, and I didn’t know how to respond to
that.”
“It’s okay. I understand where you’re coming from… your position
and all…but you’re a great coach.”
Coach took in a deep, quiet breath, to suck up his courage. “No,
I…I lied to you, Scott,” he said.
“About what?” Scott asked, turning back over to face him.
“When I said I’d never done anything…with another guy.”
“That’s okay, you said you did, with your friends, when you
were….”
“No, not that,” Coach cut in. “There was another
time… times…with other guys…when I was in the navy.”
“Oh, wow! Tell me about it,” Scott said excitedly.
“It’s not something I should be talking about with you, but I
wanted you to know I’m not perfect,” Coach said.
“You’ve always said we could come and talk to you about anything.
Seems like you ought to be able to do the same,” Scott said. “I already
opened the can of worms, Coach, when I asked if you’d ever done it. I had
no right to ask that. And I told you about me.”
“It’s okay, Scott, you didn’t open a can of worms.”
“Tell me, Coach. Please. If I hear it from you…well, maybe I
can …well, it might be easier for me… to open up, you know what I
mean?”
“Have you got something you want to open up to me about?” Coach
asked.
“Yeah…yeah, and that’s as close as I’ve ever come to talking
about it with anybody,” Scott said.
“Then go ahead,” Coach said.
“No, I want to hear your story first. That’ll level the playing
field and I’ll feel more like I can open up then.”
Coach paused as he gathered the thoughts that had been buried for
so long and pulled them out of his subconscious.
“Scott, you can’t breath a word of this to anybody. I’m trusting
you on that,” Coach said.
“I know. You said you were in the Navy? Was it with another
sailor, on your ship?” Scott asked anxiously.
“We were on shore leave on an island in the Mediterranean while our
ship took on supplies and made minor repairs. There was a marine detachment
stationed at the base and that’s how I met this marine.”
“Oh, a Marine. Do you remember his name?” Scott asked.
Coach didn’t have to think to remember the name but he paused.
“Gunner was all I knew him by.”
“Gunner. That’s a studly name,” Scott said.
“Yes. I don’t think it was his real name, but he was like that.”
“Studly?”
“Yeah.”
“So what happened?”
“Without going into all the details, we had a few drinks in the bar
where I met him and ended up back at my hotel room.”
“Aw, come on, Coach, that was too easy,” Scott said. “I asked what
happened.”
“Well, it was the first time anything like that had ever happened
with me, and he said it was his first time, too, so neither of us knew what
the hell we were doing. But we fumbled through it…”
“You’re skimming over again,” Scott said.
“Well, if you must know, he went down on me, I went down on him,”
Coach said. “Later…after we slept awhile, I woke up with him wrapped
around me and his…well, the story better end there.”
“No! You were just getting to the good part. Tell, me, Coach.
What else happened?”
“Well, his…he was wrapped around me with his cock against my
backside and the next thing I know, he’s shoving it in me.”
“Oh, Mann! You got your ass fucked by a marine?”
“Then toward morning, I fucked him. It was mutual all the way.”
“Did you meet up with him again?” Scott asked.
“No, my ship left the next morning.”
“Did you ever see him again after that?”
“No, but….” He caught himself and let his voice trail off.
“But what? What else, Coach?” Scott prodded him.
“Well, he woke something up in me…he let the genie out of the
bottle and I was never able to get it back in and keep it there.”
“Oh, so there were more times after that,” Scott guessed.
“Yeah. Yeah, a lot more times, more than I care to remember,”
Coach admitted. “Pretty quick, it became a way of life. Which, I guess,
is why I’m telling you this, Scott. I don’t want you to ruin your life
with one foolish, irresponsible decision.”
“How long have you been coaching?” Scott asked.
“Four years.”
“Did you ever want to try anything with any of your players?”
“I did, very much, but I was always able to control it…it’s just
too dangerous with high school boys.”
“I think you were about to say something else, Coach,” Scott said.
“No,” Coach said. “It’s been put to rest and that’s where it has
to stay.”
“It’s not put to rest if you almost said it,” the boy pointed
out. “Tell me, Coach. You did make it with one of your players, didn’t
you?”
“Yes, but…
“You did?! Who? Do I know him?”
“He wasn’t from this school,” Coach said sternly. “Nothing’s ever
happened with anybody from this school,” he said. “Actually, the boy wasn’t
in school at the time. He had graduated and came back to get some stuff out
of his locker.”
“But, no shit, you made it with a jock?”
“Yeah. It was the most irresponsible thing I’ve ever done, and it
still haunts me. I try not to think about it, but it tears me up, what I
might have done to that boy’s life.”
“If he’s like me or any guys I know, you probably didn’t do
anything more than get his rocks off for him,” Scott said.
“I hope it was that simple for him.” He paused then asked, “Now,
enough about me; what about you? What’s going on in the back of your mind
that you need to get out?”
“Well…nothing’s ever happened but….I’ve had these feelings for
quite awhile now….a couple of years; feelings that I keep thinking I want
to explore. There are certain guys that I think about all the time….like
Braden, and Sean and Cody…my teammates. I think that’s why I love
wrestling, coach; the physical contact, feeling another guy’s muscles
bulging and straining against me.”
“I’m not sure that’s so unusual,” Coach said. “A boy your age has
certain awakenings. And that’s pretty common among wrestlers.”
“There’s something inside me that wants to be awakened, that’s for
sure, Coach,” Scott said. “I’ve actually laid awake and dreamed up ways
that I could make it happen…you know, with Braden or one of the guys…at
least try it. I’ve got a hundred plans in my head but they all lack the
one ingredient I don’t have. Guts.”
“That’s not all bad,” Coach said. “Your lack of guts has probably
kept you out of trouble. I don’t know what Braden’s reaction might be if
you tried anything with him. Or Sean, or Cody, for that matter.”
“Of the three of them, I think I would be more okay with Cody,”
Scott said.
“Only because he couldn’t tear you into little pieces like Sean or
Braden could?”
“No, I just think he would be more okay with it then the other two
guys.”
“You never know. Just be careful,” Coach told him.
“Coach?……”
“Yes?”
“C-can I…see y-your cock?” Scott asked timidly. He let his knee
down to reveal his own bulging briefs.
“I don’t think that would be an appropriate thing to do,” Coach
said. “I’ve let things go too far already.”
“Nothing’s gotten out of hand. We haven’t done anything,” Scott
said.
“And we want to keep it that way.”
“Speak for yourself, Coach,” the boy said smartly. “Don’t you ever
have those feelings anymore, like you did before, with that Marine? Like
maybe when you see us guys naked in the locker room? Don’t those feelings
come back just a little bit, once in awhile?”
“Having them isn’t the issue. Keeping them under control is what’s
important,” Coach said.
“You’ve seen me naked hundreds of times, and nothing like that has
ever crept into your mind?” Scott asked.
“Seeing you guys naked in the looker room is in the natural course
of things,” Coach said. Unthinking, he brought his knee down, revealing his
bulging shorts. Before he could raise his knee back up, Scott leaned up
over his middle.
“Wow! You sure fill out your shorts, Coach,” he said. “Can I touch
it?”
Coach Colby was so taken aback he couldn’t reply. The boy was
pushing to far. He had to get a handle on things before it was too late. Bu
the hesitated and it was too late. Scott reached down and laid his hand
gingerly over the big bulge.
“Feels like you’ve got a lot of cock in there, Coach,” he said.
Coach Colby grasped his wrist but Scott resisted him and in that
weak moment, he let go. Without further hesitation he shoved his hand down
inside Coach’s briefs and found his bare cock.
“Ohhh, Scott! Don’t!” Coach gasped.
“Dam, Coach!” Scott gasped as he tugged on Coach’s shorts.
“Scott, that’s…m-more than a feel,” Coach moaned.
“Yeah, let’s get these off,” the boy said excitedly, pulling on his
shorts.
Against his own will, Coach raised up and peeled his shorts off
himself and tossed them aside. If the boy wanted to see… His cock stood
up over his stomach to his navel.
“Dam, Coach!” Scott said again as he wrapped his hand around the
warm, thick meat. “I can’t get my hand around it. And it’s…wow, it’s
gotta be eight or nine inches long!”
Coach abandoned all his scruples and closed his eyes and freely let
himself enjoy the feel of the boy’s hand on his cock. If only it were his
mouth! Scott boldly moved his hand up and down the tall, thick shaft, not
jacking him off, but more like he was feeling the texture, exploring
another man’s manhood for the first time.
“You got a real nice cock,” he said.
“Y-you’ve g-got a nice hand,” Coach whispered.
“Better than your own hand, Coach?” Scott joked.
“Yeah, better than my hand,” Coach said. “If that was a sneaky way
of asking if I jack off…yeah, I do.”
“You do!”
“Don’t you?”
“Well, yeah…yeah, but I never thought you…the coach…”
“Being your coach doesn’t make me not human?”
“Aw, you’re human, Coach,” he said, squeezing his cock. “You’re the
most human guy I know. My dad wouldn’t dream of having this conversation
with me, or letting me do this to him.”
“It’s gone past a conversation,” Coach said. He wanted to touch
Scott’s cock. He could see the blanket tented something awful with the
boy’s hardon but he didn’t want to interrupt the moment.
“Coach, I want…I…I’ll do anything you want….everything those
guys were doing in the video…if you want me to….,” Scott said huskily.
Coach Colby was overwhelmed with emotion. He slid his arm under
Scott’s waist and pulled him close. “Oh, son, this is so wrong, but
yes…do anything you want to do.”
“All right, but I’ve never done anything like this before, and if I
don’t do it right, or if there’s something else you want me to do….you’ll
tell me.”
“Sure, Scott, I’ll tell you.”
“I’m gonna suck you, then,” he said as he raised up. “Or I’m gonna
try. I don’t know if I can even get my mouth around it, but I’m sure gonna
try.”
“You can,” Coach said. He trembled with anticipation. He felt the
boy’s hot breath then the touch of his soft, warm lips touching the head of
his cock, his tongue swirling out to taste his pre-come.
“Mmmm, that tastes good,” Scott said. He paused to wet his lips
then slid them down over the head, past the rim and took about half of the
shaft in his mouth.
Coach choked on his own gasp of pleasure. It had been so long
since he’d had virgin lips around his cock that he’d forgotten the
exquisite excitement. The boy pressed downward but the blunt cockhead was
blocked by the tight constriction of his throat muscles. He raised back up.
Then he went back down to try again. He tried a couple more times and soon
he had a rhythm and he was sucking him.
“OHhh, Goddd…Awww, Scott….,” Coach moaned softly. He wanted to
reciprocate. His mouth watered for want of the boy’s big, tender, virginal
cock but he would wait, give the boy time to find his way on this new path
of sexuality. He lay in wonderful, trembling agony as the boy awkwardly
sucked his cock, till he raised up again.
“Am I doing okay, Coach?” he asked.
“You’re doing awesome!” Coach said.
Scott smiled, as he might have if Coach had told him he did well in
taking a man down on the mats.
The boy went back down on him again, trying hard to take more and
more of his coach’s cock, but it was too thick for his inexperienced
throat. Coach couldn’t stand it any longer. He laid his hand on Scott’s
shoulder.
“Scott…”
The boy raised up. “You want me to stop?”
“No….but….well, yeah….for a minute.”
Confused, Scott lay back on the arm that Coach put out for him.
“I guess I’ve got a lot to learn,” Scott said.
“No, Scott….Godd, it was wonderful.” He didn’t know himself why
he’d made him stop. He looked into the boy’s dark eyes, still gleaming
with innocence, even in the darkness, and he got butterflies in his
stomach. He curled his arm up, pulling Scott tighter against him and in
those moments, the world became a far off place, leaving them in this tiny
space of the universe, away from prying eyes, to be who they were.
Scott’s eyes never wavered from the Coach’s gaze. Innocence masked
his confusion, his doubts, his fears.
“Scott, there’s so much I want to show you,” Coach said huskily.
“Show me, then,” Scott said.
His sweet breath came into Coach’s nostrils like an aphrodisiac,
and he wanted more of it. He leaned in closer….closer, till their noses
were inches apart and there was no sign of understanding in Scott’s eyes.
He doesn’t know how desirable he is; what I want to do, Coach thought. His
innocence was there till their noses touched then Coach’s lips brushed
against his, and it was lost forever. Scott moaned as he kissed him back,
and turned onto his side to meld his body tightly against him, and laid his
arm across Coach’s chest. Coach flicked his tongue out and found Scott’s
lips open. He drove his tongue in his mouth and found his tongue
receptive, tentative at first, then lashing back. It was a long,
passionate kiss that left them moaning and gasping and helpless with their
emotions when it was over.
“My Goddd,” Coach whispered.
Scott smiled and there was only a trace of innocence at the corner
of his mouth now. His eyes were questioning, as if he were waiting for
instructions of what to do next.
“There’s so much I want to show you, Scott.”
“Was that one of them?”
“Yes. No…not really…that just happened.”
“I’m glad it happened.”
Coach’s passion was still raging. He raised up, pulling his arm
from under Scott’s head, and maneuvered down on the bed between the boy’s
legs.
“Aw, Coach, you’re gonna do me, now?” the boy asked with
surprise. He pushed his cock up straight, no doubt thinking that he was
going to go down on him, but instead, Coach cupped the boy’s firm, bubble
butt in his hands and tilted his hips up off the bed.
“Hold your legs against your chest,” he told him.
Scott pulled his legs up and held them tightly against his chest,
tilting his butt perfectly in Coach’s face. “W-what’re you gonna do,
Coach?” he asked.
Coach lowered his face to the boy’s spread butt, licking the
crevice with the tiny, clenching hole that was the entrance to a manhood
that the boy never knew he possessed
“Aww, Coach!” he cried softly.
He was smooth, almost as if he had shaved. The smell of fresh sweat
from his wrestling match mixed with deodorant permeated the space around
Coach’s head, driving him nearly mad.
“Ohh….Ohhh, Godd, you taste so good!” he whispered. He punched
the flexible muscle with his stiffened tongue and it began to relax then
give way and push out, making it easier for him to shove his tongue inside
him. He pulled the young buns apart, stretching the hole wide open, and
drove his tongue deeper inside him.
“AAawwhhhhh!” Scott muffled his cry with the pillow over his face.
Coach wanted to tell him it was okay to cry out, nobody would mind
in this place, but he didn’t want to take the chance of one of the older
boys happening by to hear him. He wasn’t naïve enough to believe that
Braden, and maybe Sean, weren’t exploring the place. He sucked the boy’s
asshole around his tongue till he was loose enough that he could feel the
palpitations of his inner-rectal muscles. He loved eating ass almost as
much as sucking cock, and this young, tender butt was the most delectable
he had ever had. So young, so virginal….it was awesome that his tongue
was the first to ever penetrate the sacred hole. The boy’s first cries
from being tongue-fucked were music to his ears. Suddenly Scott began
thrashing his butt around and clawing at the sheets and Coach’s head.
“Oh, Godd, Coach…OHhhhh, Coacchhh…Ohhhh…Ohhhh, you’re gonna
make…me…come! I’m gonna come,
Coach….Ohhhh…Aww…OHHHHH… OHHHHHHHHHH!”
As much as he wanted to capture the boy’s load in his mouth, he had
to finish him this way and show him the sheer pleasure of his ass. Scott’s
asshole loosened then flexed around his tongue with the spasms of his
climax. Coach felt the powerful surge with his nose against the boy’s
cock-root and a split second later he was shooting and choking on his
gasping moans. The moments that followed would be critical ones, Coach
knew. With his youthful lust cooled and his desires satisfied, he didn’t
know how Scott might react to what he had done. As the boy’s body began to
calm down from its tremors, Coach licked his asshole gently and lovingly
and let his butt down in the mattress and his legs fell over Coach’s
shoulders. He gently eased out from under them and crawled up to lie
beside him again. He could see the streaks and pools of come on his
stomach and chest and his neck. He wanted badly to lap it up but he
couldn’t take the chance of spooking him, especially in the aftermath.
“You okay, Scott?” he asked after a couple of minutes.
“I don’t know….I don’t even know what happened,” he replied
breathlessly.
“Well, from the looks of things, you pretty much emptied your
balls,” Coach said, laughing softly.
“Yeah, it felt like they were going to get turned inside out,” he
said. “I never had such a powerful climax. It felt like I was shooting
come from a big reservoir and it wouldn’t stop. And I wasn’t even touching
my cock. I never touched my cock the whole time.”
Thankfully, he didn’t sound upset; just awed.
“I had no idea you were going to do that when you crawled down
between my legs. I thought you were going to go down on me,” Scott said.
“I’ll do that when you’re ready again,” Coach said. He held his
breath for the boy’s response.
“I’m ready, Coach,” he said, pushing his cock upright. “Look, it
didn’t even go down.”
“Well, maybe that’s because its mad that it never got the attention
it deserved. Don’t worry, I’ll give it all the attention it wants,” Coach
said.
“Unless you want me to take a shower and clean up first,” the boy
offered.
“No, you’re fine just like this,” Coach said as laid his hand on
Scott’s stomach, in the streaks of come. He moved his hand in circles,
applying the warm come over his muscle like lotion. “Feels like somebody
dumped a reservoir of cum-lotion on you,” he said. He edged Scott’s hand
out of the way and took his cock in his own hand.
“Dam, this is a canon,” he said as he moved his hand up and down
the come-slick shaft.
“I don’t know why it’s still hard,” Scott said.
“It doesn’t matter; I’ll take care of it,” Coach said. “When I
do….when I suck you, I want to do something else at the same time.”
“What?”
“Well, you obviously have a very sensitive butt…”
“Yeah, I didn’t even know a guy had feelings in his ass,” Scott
said.
“I want to use my finger in place of my tongue.”
Scott hesitated barely seconds before he nodded with deeply
trusting eyes. “Okay. It won’t hurt, will it?”
“Did my tongue hurt?”
“Gosh, no!”
“It’ll feel different, but I won’t hurt you. I can go in deeper
with my finger, and make you feel really wonderful.” Coach said. He raised
up and bent over the boy’s middle, his mouth hovering over his cock. He
blew hot air over it, causing it to quiver violently, then lowered his lips
around the head.
“OOohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Scott moaned softly. “Ohhh, Coach….Ohhh,
I never felt anything so awesome!”
You will, Coach thought; you will. He went down the tall tower of
meat well past the three-quarter point, with the head pressing seriously
against the opening of his throat. He worked his jaws and throat and took
a breath and gradually forced his mouth all the way down to the boy’s
pubes. The big cock bore into his throat like a drill, stretching his
throat unmercifully. It didn’t fit the curve of his throat; it was so hard
that it straightened the passageway. He heard Scott choke on his groan, as
if he couldn’t get it out. He held him there for a long moment then moved
his head up and down, careful to keep the big cock in his throat, giving
the boy an oral pussy to fuck.
“Ohhh….OHhhhh….OHHH…Awwwhhhhhh,” he moaned again and again as
he began clawing at Coach’s shoulders and hair and thrusting his loins up
at him.
Coach eased up so he had the head in his mouth and let the thick
spit run down the shaft and over his balls and used it to lube the boy’s
asshole. He could feel the tiny, smooth aperture pushing out as before,
welcoming his finger as it had his tongue. He pushed it in to the first
knuckle, causing Scott let out a little gasp but with barely a wince. Coach
took his time. He worked the tip of his finger gently around inside the
boy’s ass till he was squirming for more, then he eased in to the second
knuckle.
1123“Aww, coach….Awww, that feels good, just like you said,” Scott
said, surprised. “You can give me all of it, Coach. You can use your
whole finger.”
He shoved his finger in all the way, all the while, moving his
mouth up and down on his cock. Scott gasped and whimpered with pleasure.
Coach moved his finger ever-so-gently against the hot, soft ass lining till
Scott was squirming harder, then he began to probe, in search of his love
nut.

If his asshole was so sensitive, his young, virginal prostate was
going to be like a firecracker. He found it, the firm-rubber texture of
Play-Dough, but he barely touched it. He wanted to work into it gradually,
gently. He wanted Scott to realize the newborn pleasure like an
awakening. He played him like a fine violin, brushing his fingertip past
the now-swollen love nut, causing Scott to gasp with surprised pleasure. He
touched it gently and Scott’s mouth flew open, even more surprised at the
sudden, new pleasure he was feeling.
“Ohh, Coach….I d-don’t know w-what you’re doing in there but it
feels like I have to come again, already. The feeling’s there, like it’s
not going to go away till I do come.”
Coach raised up from sucking his cock. “Let me make it even
better, then you can come again whenever you want,” he told him as he
probed the nut again.
“Ohhhhh…Ohhhh….if you make it feel any better, Coach, I’m gonna
go nuts.”
“Do you want to go nuts, Scott? Do you want me to drive you
crazy?”
“I have a feeling you’re going to,” Scott said nervously.
“Yes, I just want you to be ready. You’d better have the pillow
handy. I’m going to start massaging that spot and I’m not going to stop
till you beg me to. Maybe not even then.” He started to go back down on
the boy’s cock but Scott stopped him.
“When I shoot again….are you gonna….k-keep my cock in your
mouth?”
“Yes, I’m going to keep your cock in my mouth. I want this to be
something you’ll remember forever. I want you to come in my mouth,” Coach
said.
“Okay…Godd, Coach, that’s something guys only dream about,
shooting off in a girl’s mouth, only its even better, having your coach do
it.”
Coach wrapped his smile around the bulging cock head and slipped
his lips down the hard shaft. At the same time he began moving his mouth up
and down he began fingering the boy’s ass again. He went through the same
preliminary routine as before, but without pause. He would bring him to
his absolute peak of pleasure this time. He alternated his motions; he
rubbed the spongy nut with his fingertip for a moment then shoved his
finger in and out of his ass, probing it hard. Scott cried out into the
pillow. Coach massaged, then fucked him with his finger, then massaged
again. Then he added a second finger. Scott gasped with surprise but he
didn’t protest. His asshole welcomed the second finger. He jerked the
pillow away long enough to say, “Godd, it feels like you’re fucking me,
coach.”
That day would come, soon enough, coach thought. He fluttered his
fingertips against the boy’s prostate, causing him to scream into the
pillow again. Without letup, he began massaging it, then prodding it with
a two-finger fucking motion. He alternated from one motion to the other,
without let up. Scott didn’t go off as quickly as he thought he would and
he suddenly realized that he was probably unable to. The pleasure was so
intense that it wouldn’t break and let loose.
“Coach! Coach, I can’t come!” he gasped through the pillow. “I
wanta come so bad….but I can’t!” He sounded a little frightened.
“I’ll make you come,” Coach said. He maneuvered himself down
between Scott’s legs again, without letting go of his cock with his mouth,
and with his fingers still in his ass; he didn’t want to loose the momentum
he had gained. Between the boy’s legs, he pushed his butt up to the eating
position and relinquished his cock and his finger to eat his ass again. It
was just to force the flood-gates to open up. Once the boy let go, he
would serve him the mind-shattering pleasure of his mouth and fingers again
to cause the dam to explode.
“Ohh, that’s gonna do it, Coach, just like before,” Scott moaned.
“Tell me when you’re getting close,” Coach said. He played it
carefully, bringing him to the brink with his tongue, then when Scott
choked out that he was getting close, Coach got back on his cock and shoved
his fingers back into his ass. He easily found the boy’s love nut again
and tapped it like a drum, then probed it gently with his stiff fingers,
then massaged it between his fingers.
He heard Scott screaming in the pillow, begging him to stop,
begging him not to, begging him to make him come before he went out of his
mind. Coach began counting the seconds till the explosion, a little
fearful that he’d taken the boy too far, into something he maybe couldn’t
handle. But suddenly, it happened. Cursing like a sailor, Scott jerked the
pillow away and clasped his hands around Coach’s head and pushed him down
hard, forcing him to swallow his whole cock. Coach had never heard any of
his boys curse like that, and it was somehow erotic to hear the words come
out of the boy’s mouth. His cock bolted deep in his throat and his asshole
quivered violently around his fingers. His prostate palpitated under the
touch of his fingers then pulsated like a violent heartbeat that sent the
quivering quakes up through his cock along with a gushing stream of come.
Scott grabbed the pillow over his face again when he started
coming. Coach got the first salvo deep in his throat, but when Scott let go
of his head, he raised up so he could take the rest of it in his mouth. He
wanted to feel the power behind the boy’s come. He wanted to taste the
sweet nectar of his manhood. It felt like the second time might be even
more copious than the first. His mouth was soon filled with the stuff and
running out the corner of his mouth till he swallowed it. The belching
cock spewed out more come, filling his mouth again, and again. Coach
wondered where it was all coming from, especially after the first time.
The boy did, indeed have a reservoir of come. Scott jerked the pillow off
his face and reached down with his other hand to pulled Coach’s hand away
from his ass.
“I can’t take anymore!” he gasped.
Coach gave his prostate a couple more gentle squeezes that caused
the boy to choke on his screams, then gently removed his finger, massaging
the soft, delicate lining of the boy’s ass on the way out. At the same
time he raised up off of his cock. It gave one last jolt and sent another
spurt of come that hit his lips. Coach licked it off and crawled back up
beside the boy. The moments that followed were long and quiet. Even
unnerving. What was Scott thinking now, Coach wondered. Maybe he had
taken things over the top. He should have waited, been satisfied to suck
his cock and no more. Scott’s eyes were closed, his breathing returning to
normal, his great cock lying across one hip, still oozing come. Coach
longed to lap it up, but he didn’t dare. Not now. Not till he knew what was
going on in the boy’s head.
“Are you okay?” he asked finally.
“I don’t know, coach,” he replied. “I didn’t know sex could be so
intense.”
“Are you okay?” Coach asked again.
“I will be, as soon as I come back down from wherever you took me.”
“You’re worrying me, Scott, it doesn’t sound like you’re okay with
it.”
He laughed softly. “I’m okay coach,” he said. “I’m just lying
here wondering what else you’re going to show me.”
“Nothing that you don’t want me to,” Coach said. He raised up with
his head propped up and put his hand on Scott’s abs. “I mean that,
Scott. I’ll show you everything…do anything you want; anything you’ll let
me….but only if you want it. You gotta promise me, you’ll stop me if I
try something you’re afraid for me to do, of if you don’t want me to do
it.”
“I promise,” he said. After a moment, he said, “You, uh…you
swallowed my come this time.”
“Yes. Does that bother you?”
“No, it’s something guys only dream about. I was just
wondering….what does it tastes like?”
“Come on,” Coach chided him, “don’t tell me you never tasted your
own come.”
“Well…sure, the stuff that oozes out when you’re jacking off,” he
admitted. “But not the real stuff…you know, the thick stuff that shoots
out. What’s that taste like?”
“I can’t describe it. I guess you could say it’s an acquired
taste,” Coach said. “It doesn’t all taste the same. Yours was not hard to
take. It was tangy sweet, and tasted fresh.”
“It was fresh, all right. I barely had time to work up the second
load.”
“If you’d had any more time, you would’ve drowned me with it,”
Coach said.
“Do you think I’ll be able to do that, Coach?” Scott asked. “When
I was trying to suck your cock, I wondered about it….you know, if you
came in my mouth, if I could handle it.”
“First, I would never come in your mouth unless you wanted me to,”
Coach said. “And if you want to try it, fine, but if you don’t like it,
get off of it and spit it out. At least you’ll know.”
“Are you gay, Coach?” he asked, then, out of the blue.
The question jolted him and he didn’t know how to answer for a
moment.
“I’m sorry, maybe I was out of line…”
“No, that’s okay. It’s a valid question, especially after what we
just did. I never put that label on myself, but to answer you truthfully, I
guess I am. I don’t know many straight men who would eat a boy’s ass or
suck his cock or take his load and swallow it.”
“That is pretty gay stuff,” Scott said.
“Scott, if you’re worried about yourself….going down on me
doesn’t make you gay. And you liking what I did to you doesn’t make you
gay.”
“What about if I wanted to do more….if I wanted to suck your cock
again, and…and try taking your load.”
“Let me put it this way. This may be an over-simplification but
anything you do for the first time is nothing more than an experiment.”
“What if I went after Braden, or Sean or some other guys in the
locker room?”
“One time with Braden or Sean or anyone else, no, that’s not going
to make you gay. Boys often experiment around with other boys,” Coach
said. “If you go back for more, or with all of them, or with more
guys….well, that would be something else. I can’t give you the answers,
Scott. Just know that I’m here for you, anytime, for anything you need.”

Chapter Seven

Sean was nervous as hell as he hung around in the hallway just down
from room 236. Several guys strolled by, giving him the once over, a couple
brushed their hands against his bare muscles. One guy asked if he wanted to
come to his room. He wished Colt and his dad would show. Finally he saw
them coming down the darkened hallway. At the door of their room, his dad’s
towel loosened and started to fall as he unlocked the door. Colt grabbed it
and laid it across the man’s shoulder. They went inside, leaving the door
open, which Sean took as an invitation. He went down the hallway and
lingered hesitantly at the door.
“Hey, come on in,” Colt said
Sean stepped inside and closed the door. It was crowded; they
couldn’t move without touching each other.
“Sean,” the man said, putting out his hand.
“Yes, sir,” Colt said.
“You don’t have to call me sir. Stedman’s okay,” he said.
“Or dad,” Colt put in.
“It’s okay if I call you dad?” Sean asked.
“Sure, I think I can handle two sons for a little while,” he said,
as he cupped Sean’s manhood.
“Colt says you’re straight?”
“Yes, sir, I hope that’s okay,” Sean said.
“It’s fine,” Stedman said, pulling on his cock. “Yeah, just
fine. Have you ever done this before?”
“Just now, since I’ve been in this place,” Sean replied.
“What do you like the best?”
“I don’t know…everything I’ve tried, so far.”
“Nice body,” Stedman said as he brushed his hands roughly across
Sean’s chest. Then he leaned down and began sucking on his left tit.
“Ooohhhhh,” Sean moaned softly.
“Well, I can see that’s one thing you like,” Stedman said.
“Yes, sir.”
“You’re insistent on calling me sir.”
“It’s just easier. You’re older, like my own dad, and I was taught
to respect my elders.”
“All right. You call me whatever you’re comfortable with,” Stedman
said. “Did you ever fantasize about doing this with your own dad?”
“No way. I about fell off the bench when I heard Colt call you
dad.”
“How about you boys bend over the bed.”
Both boys turned and laid across the bed.
“Whew! There’s nothing more beautiful than a tight, round, smooth
boy’s butt; unless it’s two tight, round smooth boys’ butts.”
Suddenly, Sean felt the man’s hot breath on his butt. Then his
tongue was lapping along the inner slopes of his ass, searching for his
hole.
“OOOhhhhhhh,” he gasped when he felt the man’s hot tongue flicking
at his asshole. Then Stedman left him and moved to his son’s butt. He could
tell by Colt’s face when the man was tonguing him. Then he moved back to
Sean. For several minutes, he went from one to the other, licking and
tonguing their young, tender asses and soon Sean was twisting his butt
around anxiously.
“How am I doing? Are you boys hard yet?”
“I was hard the minute I felt your tongue,” Colt said.
“Yes, me too,” said Sean.
“Do you want to put it to good use, and fuck me?” Stedman asked.
Sean glanced at Colt, who was smiling.
“He’s talking to you,” Colt said.
“Yes,” Sean said. He raised up when Colt did and they moved out of
the way so Stedman could get on the bed. He laid back across it, his head
against the wall with his legs lifted high and his butt resting on the edge
of the mattress.
“Show me what you’ve got, son,” he said.
“Yes, sir, Dad,” Sean said and a chill ran through him, calling the
man dad. Colt got the tube of lube and squeezed some on the end of Sean’s
cock then some on his own fingertips to work it into his dad’s ass.
“You don’t have to be gentle with me,” Stedman said. “Colt is like
a young stallion when he fucks me; I’m used to being handled rough.”
Sean was tingling with excitement, not just the prospect of fucking
this handsome, well-built man, but more from the idea that they were dad
and son, and he was fucking the kid’s father right in front of him. He set
his feet apart and aimed his cock at the man’s spread hole, pushing the
head firmly into the spongy muscle. Then he clasped his hands around the
man’s legs and shoved. He was surprised how easily he went in. Stedman
winced a little but quickly relaxed as he was slowly impaled on the big
teenaged cock.
“Whew! I think you’re a little thicker than Colt,” he said.
“Yeah, but not as long, I don’t think,” Sean said.
“Long enough,” Stedman said. “Ohh, fuck! This is gonna be good! If
you fuck anything like you look, I’m gonna be banging my head against the
wall.”
“I’ll try, dad,” Sean said, as he pulled back and began fucking the
man. He glanced around at the feel of Colt’s hand on his butt.
“Yeah, fuck him,” Colt whispered hoarsely. “He loves young cock.”
For the next half hour, he wasn’t Sean from the wrestling team with
his coach and three teammates somewhere in dangerous proximity. He was
simply Sean, the stud-wrestler, fucking a guy old enough to be his dad;
hell pretending to be his dad, right in front of the guy’s real life
son. It was mind-boggling. He was vaguely, yet keenly aware of Colt’s
hands on his body, feeling his muscles, testing his strength, and he
wondered if the boy was one hundred percent straight, or if it was just
part of having sex with his dad. On the other hand, he sort of liked the
feel of Stedman’s thick, hairy thighs and his hard stomach muscles and his
pecs when his hands roamed over the man’s body.
“Want me to show you something?” Colt asked at one point.
“Sure,” Sean said.
He glanced to the side to see Colt squeezing lube onto his
fingertips and suddenly had misgivings.
“What’re you gonna show me?” he asked nervously.
“Just something. You’ll like it,” Colt assured him.
Colt lurched forward when he felt Colt’s hand on his butt again,
this time, his long, strong fingers probing between his buns.
“W-what’re you gonna do?”
“Just relax, let me do it,” Colt said.
“Give him the poppers,” Stedman said. “Have you ever used poppers?”
“No,” Sean replied.
“It’ll be better if you both use poppers. Fucking me will feel a
lot more intense, too.”
Colt deftly uncapped the small bottle with one hand and laid the
cap aside. He picked up the bottle and held it to Sean’s nose.
“Close off one nostril and breath in, then switch sides,” Colt
said.
Sean drew in the sharp, acrid aroma and instantly felt his head
start to spin. Within seconds, he felt like he was floating up off the
floor and Stedman was right, his cock was taking on a whole new sensitivity
sliding in and out of his ass. Colt gave him two more doses and by the time
he set the bottle down he was fighting to keep from screaming with the
intense pleasure. It took him a moment to realize that part of that intense
pleasure was being caused by Colt’s thick finger probing up inside his ass!
“Ohh, Fuck! What’re you doing!”
“How does that feel?” Colt asked as he probed and gouged his finger
deep inside his ass.
“Ohhh, Shit! Awwwhwhhhh, fuck, I don’t know what you’re doing in
there, but don’t stop,” he moaned as he thrashed his butt around on Colt’s
hand. By now he was barely aware of Stedman’s steady moans as he pumped his
cock in and out of him. The pleasure in the room was all his, and he wanted
more.
“I can make it feel better?” Colt said.
“How?” Sean asked in a hoarse voice.
“Want me to show you?”
“Yes! Yess, show me!” he gasped.
“Here, take some more poppers.”
Sean grabbed the bottle and sucked the stuff into his nostrils like
he was taking in oxygen. His blood rushed to his temples, pounding like
the surf as his head spun around in wide, languid circles. His loins were
on fire and he was fucking Stedman for all he was worth to try to cool the
heat.
“Okay, show me,” he said, handing the bottle back to Colt.
He didn’t know what Colt was going to show him and he didn’t care;
only that he said he was going to make it feel even better and he couldn’t
wait to feel it. He didn’t know and he didn’t care, even as Colt moved
around behind him and he felt the boy’s hot cock pressing into the crack of
his ass. His mind still didn’t comprehend, even when he felt the blunt head
pressing against his asshole. In face, he pushed back, anxious to feel the
increased pleasure that Colt had promised.
“Aaawwhhh!” he cried out when the big cock penetrated his ass, and
he lunged forward to escape it, but plunging his cock into Stedman’s ass
only made everything feel better and he quickly shoved back onto Colt’s
cock again. Colt shoved forward and buried his cock to the hilt.
“Ohh, Geezusssss!” Sean cried out, tossing his head back.
“I told you I could make it feel better,” Colt whispered in his ear
as he wrapped his arms around Sean’s muscular body and pulled them tightly
together.
“You didn’t tell me you were going to fuck me.”
“If I had, would you have let me?”
“No.”
“But now that I’ve got my cock in you, do you want me to pull out,
or fuck you?”
“Fuck me,” Sean gasped. “Ohh, Geezusss, fuck me!”
“Okay, I fuck you, you fuck my dad, let’s all work to make this
last,” Colt said.
None of them were aware that the door hadn’t closed completely till
a young man appeared in the room. They all paused for an instant but then
went back to fucking and the young man closed the door.
“Mind if I use the poppers?” he asked.
“Go ahead,” Colt said.
When he was done with the bottle, Sean reached for it. He sucked
in several snorts of the stuff and handed the bottle back. The sexual
sensations in his ass and in his cock suddenly intensified and the found
himself thrashing about in a wild, sexual frenzy on Colt’s cock as he
thrust his own in cock in Stedman’s ass. Coming was far from his mind. His
mind was far from his consciousness. He wasn’t just a high school wrestler
anymore; he was a sexual being, intent on giving sexual pleasure and
experiencing it with every throb of his cock and every thrust of Colt’s big
cock. Godd, what was he hitting in there! It made him want to scream every
time he touched it.
He saw the newcomer climbing up on the bed and wondered why, but as
he stepped astraddle Stedman, he wondered no more. He knew as sure as his
name was Sean, why the young man stood before him with his big cock
throbbing in his face and why he was there at that time and place with
these muscular bodies that reeked of testosterone. The new guy was an
offering and he took it. He moved first, not the other guy. He clasped his
hands around the guy’s butt and guided his cock to his mouth. He was amazed
how easily he took it right down his throat. He whined and groaned with
intense pleasure as he smashed his face in the guy’s pubes, gulping and
chewing on the cockroot.
“Aww, fuck, man, don’t chew it off,” the man said. “Ohh, shit,
man, you’re good! Godd, you’re hungry for cock!”
Something happened. Providence. Fate. Happenstance. Coincidence. It
all happened at one. Suddenly Sean felt a terrible swelling inside his ass,
like Colt’s cock was growing, then a strange sensation of being bathed
inside with something warm. He had to search and reach to grasp the thought
that Colt was shooting his load inside him! In the same instant he watched
Stedman unload all over his chest, his thick cock sending huge ropes of
thick come sailing up over his torso to land on his face and neck and in
his hair and even splattering against the wall. He groaned in pleasurable
dismay as he felt the young man’s cock suddenly explode in his mouth. The
feel and taste of another man’s come was totally foreign to him, but as the
stuff blasted into his mouth, coating his tongue with its flavor he found
himself craving more and sucking the thick, belching cock all the harder
for it. He was barely aware of his own climax, his hot semen being pumped
deep inside Stedman’s palpitating ass; only that he was feeling such
intense pleasure that it was scary. He was stunned into awareness as he
found himself swallowing the warm, thick semen that was being spurted into
his mouth instead of spitting it out, but he couldn’t get enough of; not
the taste and not the volume. He loved it and he wanted more. More!
It was all over as quickly as it’d happened. As the poppers began
to wear off he was aware first of four sweating males cramped in the
room. As his brain began to function again and his inhibitions slowly
returned he was stunned to find himself standing there with a cock in his
mouth, and the taste of semen on his tongue! He pulled his head back,
letting the big cock fall against its owner’s thigh. Colt’s cock popped
free of his ass, leaving an empty feeling, and warm semen running down his
thigh. Suddenly he couldn’t breath. He pulled his cock out of Stedman’s
ass.
“I gotta get some air,” he said, searching for his towel.
“Here,” Colt said, handing it to him.
He maneuvered around and grabbed for the door. They stepped back to
let him out and he rushed down the hallway, struggling to get the towel
around his waist. He didn’t know where he was going, only that he needed to
get out of the room. He couldn’t go back to his own room; Cody would sure
as hell know something as up. He headed for the wet area. He started to go
to the showers but he felt the need to hide. Just inside the door he back
out when the swell of steam hit him in the face. He went back to the
showers. He stood facing the wall, under the hot spray for a long time. He
lathered up several times to wash away the sweat from the room and the come
from between his butt. Finally, he turned off the water and grabbed his
towel and dried off, still facing the wall. He left the wet area and walked
down the hallway to a small, dark alcove set between two rooms with a table
and chairs. It would make a good hiding place.
Geezusss, what just happened! He sat staring into space as he
tried to piece it all together and make sense of it. This was far different
from simply having a cock in his mouth like before. He went for the guy’s
cock, pulled it into his mouth, and sucked! He sucked like a hungry
puppy. He swallowed the guy’s load! And he couldn’t forget the feel of
Colt’s hot cock plowing his ass. How could he let such a thing happen? The
poppers, partly. The poppers crushed his inhibitions and left him open to
anything and everything, and he had pretty much done it.
“Are you okay, dude?”
He looked up to see Colt standing there, still looking incredibly
sexy in his towel that he’d folded in half so it barely covered him.
“Yeah,” Sean replied.
“We were a little concerned, the way you rushed out of the room.”
“I needed some air.”
“Can I sit down?”
“Sure.”
“We could’ve opened the door for air,” Colt said. “You were running
away.”
“Was that a setup?” Sean asked.
“No. It just happened the way it happened. I hope you’re not
blaming me or my dad.”
“I’m blaming myself,” Sean said.
“How come you have to blame anybody? Tell me it wasn’t the most
incredible sex you ever had.”
“Oh, it was pretty incredible,” he said. “I think that’s what
scares me.”
“What’re you scared of? That you might be gay?”
“I just got my ass fucked. I sucked cock and swallowed the guy’s
load. Yeah, the thought crossed my mind that I might not be as straight as
I thought.”
“Why? Because you did it, or because you liked it?”
“Both, I guess. Have you ever done that stuff with your dad?”
“I’ve had my dad’s cock in my mouth a couple of times, but I never
took his load because he knew I wouldn’t like it.”
“Have you ever let him fuck you?”
“No, but he uses his fingers on me like I did you.”
Sean looked away with a loud sigh. “I don’t know what the fuck
happened to me. I would like to say it was the poppers.”
“The poppers helped,” Colt said.
Just then Stedman came up to them.
“I’ve been worried about you,” he said.
“I’m okay,” Sean said.
“Are you? Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay enough that you might want it to happen again?”
“I…don’t know about that,” Sean said.
“Then you’re not okay,” Stedman said.
Sean stood up. “Look, I’ve gotta get back to my room. My buddy is
probably wondering where I am, and if my Coach comes looking for me…”
“Can I give you our phone number and address?” Stedman asked. “We
would like to keep in touch, just to see how you’re doing.”
“Sure, I guess so.”
Colt rushed off to get a pen and paper while Stedman sat down.
“You’re quite a young cocksman,” he said with a warm smile.
“As good as Colt?”
“As good. You really know how to move.”
“I guess I know how to do a lot of things now,” Sean said.
“I hope you don’t let yourself get all screwed up in the head over
this,” Stedman said. “Listen, truth be told, I’ve got a selfish motive for
wanting to keep in touch. I’ve had this feeling that Colt would like
to…well, cross over to the other side, let himself go.”
“Like I did?”
“Yes. He just needs a little nudge or two. I think you might’ve
given him that nudge, a straight stud like yourself, doing what you did. He
took notice. After you’ve had some time to think about it, maybe you would
like to get together with us again, give me a call. I’ll pay all of your
travel expenses. Or we can come to you.”
Despite the scare, already Sean was feeling the aftereffects of
getting fucked, and a hunger for more. His asshole was twitching and
clenching for something hard to grab hold of. Colt returned with a piece of
paper with their address and phone number on it.
“This way, we can’t contact you,” Stedman said, taking it and
handing it to Sean. “It’s your call. But I hope you call.”
“So do I,” Colt said.
Sean looked up at the handsome young athlete.
“Maybe I will,” he said. “But now I gotta get back.”

Chapter Eight

The sex with Rob was gut shattering, but it didn’t satisfy Braden’s
suddenly insatiable desire for this new kind of sex. He walked around the
first floor a couple of times to make sure none of the other guys were out
of their rooms; or worse, the coach. Then he went upstairs. He took the
third hallway down to the end, avoiding room 230. Not that he believed
coach would be wandering around looking for any of them with a blackout
party going on. He would never believe that his boys would be a part of
anything like that. The darkness was harsher in the wide space at the end
of the hallways. He bumped into a couple of guys, which they didn’t mind,
then bumped into a partition sticking out from the wall. As he felt his
way around it and as his eyes became more accustomed to the dark, he was
able to make out figures standing or milling around. There was another
partition sticking out from the wall diagonally. He backed up to the
partition to wait and see what would happen. He jumped at the feel of a
hand on his butt and he reached behind him to feel a huge hole in the
partition. The hand took hold of his hand and another hand groped between
his thighs, for his manhood. He turned around and flattened himself
against the partition. Immediately, his cock was enveloped in the moist
heat of the guy’s mouth. He moaned softly and felt another hand on his
butt. He was aware that someone had knelt down behind him when he felt his
hot breath on his butt. Then he began licking and kissing his butt.

teenboycockCody didn’t know where his courage came from to leave the room all by
himself but once outside he felt a new surge of freedom and adventure as he
wrestled with the idea of taking the guy up on his invitation to come to
his room. One thing for sure, he needed to get out of the hallway. It was
dark, but he could make out bodies and faces and he didn’t want to take the
chance of getting caught by the Coach if he happened to be checking up on
them. He headed for the stairs, to go to the man’s room; 224, he’d said.
His legs were shaking so bad he barely got to the first landing.

He felt
somehow safer in the darkness at the top of the stairs. At the last minute
he abandoned the idea of going to the guy’s room. He was half scared and
he didn’t know the numbering arrangement of the rooms but he knew Coach and
Scott were in room 230, which made it unwise to hang out in the hallways up
there. It was dark but Coach would be able to make out who he was if he
saw him up close enough. Some force propelled him down the dark hallway,
in search of the blackout party that was going on somewhere on the second
floor. He bumped into someone who put his arm around his waist before Cody
could apologize and step back.
“Welcome to the party,” the man said. He slipped his hand lower,
down inside Cody’s towel and squeezed his butt.
“Yess. Very Welcome,” he said. “But you’re overdressed for this
party.”
Cody was frightened as the man loosened his towel, but he didn’t
try to stop him. The man took the towel from around his waist and laid it
over his shoulder. Cody’s eyes had become more accustomed to the dark and
he could make out male figures all around him. He stood in the darkness,
more naked than he’d ever been in his life, and vulnerable, and shaking
with fright and desire combined. It was like a long-time dream come true,
being in the midst of so many naked men, knowing what they wanted. He
didn’t know what he should do. He wondered why they were just standing
around. Then one of them moved toward him. He touched his hip and
flattened his hand over Cody’s stomach, feeling his tight ab muscles, then
moved up to feel his chest. He felt him up and down, testing his muscles,
even went to his knees to squeeze and admire his muscular thighs. He
pressed his face against his manhood and Cody held his breath, waiting for
the wonderful inevitable. Then the guy was taking his cock in his mouth.
Cody brought his forearm up to his mouth to stifle his gasp. Everyone was
so quiet, he didn’t want to be the one to cry out. His cock throbbed in
the man’s mouth, and it felt like it was growing bigger and harder with
each stroke of his warm, wet lips. He’d never felt so big and hard in his
life.
The man’s mouth felt incredible. He paid close attention to what
the man was doing, how he was sucking his cock, how he moved his tongue.
He wanted to learn. He was especially thrilled and conscious of the way the
man took his cock down his throat, all the way to his balls. Cody thought
he was going to scream. He had to stop the man several times; he didn’t
want to come. Till finally the man stood up.
“You wanta cool down?” he whispered in his ear.
“Yes,” Cody replied. He wanted to do more than cool down. Yes, he
wanted to experience getting his cock sucked but he desperately wanted to
try it himself, and there would never be another opportunity like this in
his lifetime. It was like his dream was unfolding before his eyes; all he
had to do was pretend that they were in the locker room at school and these
men were his team mates; Braden and Scott and Sean. He didn’t know how to
go about it at first. He was too timid to reach out for a guy’s cock, let
alone get on his knees and suck him. He wished someone would show him;
would force him to his knees and make him suck his cock. He found an empty
spot among the men and backed up against the wall. It took a moment for
him to find the courage to slowly slide down to his haunches. Anywhere
else, it would have been a relaxed, resting stance. Here, it was an
invitation. He wondered if anyone had seen him. Almost immediately, the
guy standing next to him turned to face him and brushed his cock against
his shoulder.
His courage found, Cody reached up for it. It was thick and
rubbery. He didn’t know it, but it was the best kind for the first time.
But now, facing the moment of truth, he couldn’t bring himself to do it; he
couldn’t actually take another man’s cock in his mouth. He took a moment to
gather his youthful courage and convince himself that he really wanted to
do it; that he was actually going to do it. Then he turned his head, his
lips slack, and let the man shove his cock in his mouth. It was harder
now, and a lot bigger. The man began moving his cock back and forth,
fucking his mouth. Cody moaned deep in his belly as he sucked the man’s
cock, applying the techniques he had felt when another guy had sucked his
cock. He moved his tongue and worked his lips all around the head, just
like the guy had done to him. The man groaned and fucked his
mouth. Another man came up to them, standing squarely in front him. His
cock was sticking straight out, bobbing up and down as it throbbed. In the
dark Cody judged it to be about eight inches long. More than he could
take, but he went for it anyway. He let the other man’s cock go and leaned
in to try to suck the bigger cock.
“OOhhhhh,” the man moaned softly.
“He’s good, isn’t he?” the first man said.
“Ohh, fuck, he’s incredible!”
The first man moved away and Cody heard him say quietly, “There’s a
young kid over there against the wall….one of the high school wrestlers,
I think. Sucks like a pro.”
Within a couple of minutes Cody was surrounded by muscular thighs
and cocks, all poking at him and throbbing and begging to be sucked by the
young wrestler who sucked like a pro. He felt strangely proud that the guy
had said that and advertised for him. He moved from one man to the other.
Each cock was different and he loved discovering the difference in taste,
and in texture as well as size. He had to admit it; he just plain loved
sucking cock! In the back of his mind he wrestled with the inevitable;
that one of these guys was sure to shoot his load, and what was he supposed
to do with it? In all of his dreams, he imagined that he would swallow it;
let the guy pump his mouth full of the warm, thick semen and he would gulp
it down like warm honey. But he had no idea what it tasted like and if he
didn’t like it, what then? Should he spit it out, on the floor? Or try to
get off of the cock before it erupted? Of course, he might not detect when
the guy was about to come. Whatever, his worrying didn’t deter him from his
newfound pleasure.
As it turned out, no one shot off in his mouth. Only one of the men
shot off at all, and he got his joy from purposely shooting all over Cody’s
face. That was even more exciting than his imaginations of taking come in
his mouth. He didn’t even bother to wipe it off, but instead, let it run
down his face.
Gradually, the gathering of men thinned out, as if they were
suddenly bored and off to find greener grass. Cody got to his feet, still
hungry for more cock, and wondering what he might have done wrong. He
wanted to line these guys up and suck every cock in the place. If Sean
only knew what he was missing. If he’d only stayed back in the room and
let Cody know what he wanted, Cody could have given it to him.
The short time down on his haunches made him more emboldened.
There was cock everywhere, and he had only to reach out for it. He was
standing against one of the partitions when another man backed up without
seeing him and brushed against him.
“Sorry.”
“No problem,” Cody said. Before the man could move away he placed
his hand on his hip to hold him there. He got a feel of the man’s butt; it
was hard as rock. He felt the rest of his butt and the man flexed the
muscles for him. He reached around from behind and squeezed his chest
muscles, and the man flexed them for him. Cody ran his hands up and down
the man’s abs. The man tightened them into a plate of armor. He went back
to the man’s butt, more excited than he’d ever been in his life; realizing
for the first time that he was indeed a muscle worshipper. Then he lowered
himself to his knees, feeling the front of the man’s rock-hard thighs with
his hands. Godd, how he had wanted to do this with his team mates, but he
had to content himself only with the feel of their bare muscles writhing
and bulging against each other in the throes of competition. That was
secretly the reason he went into wrestling, for the physical contact with
another guy’s muscles.
Slowly, the guy turned around so he was facing him. As Cody ran
his hands up the man’s thighs he was hit in the face with the man’s cock.
It felt like he’d been hit with a club. He reached up for it and gasped
aloud. It was huge! He couldn’t even get his hand around it! Groping up
and down the shaft he found that both of his hands couldn’t contain the
length of it. With both hands around it there was easily a fist-full of
cock still exposed. He felt up and down the huge cock several times,
guessing it to be at least ten inches long; bigger than anything he had
ever imagined, except maybe for Braden. He wet his lips and opened his
mouth as wide as he could, testing the expansion of his jaws a couple of
times in preparation for the enormous cock.
The muscle-guy moaned as Cody took his cock in his mouth. The head
of his cock was more like it. He couldn’t handle much more than the head
and a few inches of the thick shaft. But he could use his tongue. He had
imagined in a thousand dreams how he would do this, although in none of his
dreams had he ever imagined such a big cock. Based on what he had seen in
the locker room and read, he didn’t believe any man could be hung like
this. He sucked the inches that he could handle and did a masterful job
with his tongue. He could tell by the way the guy was moaning and his
knees were shaking that he was doing good. In all his imaginings he never
thought he could to be intensely happy doing something that so many people
said was wrong. That was always in the back of his mind; the worry of how
wrong it would be if he ever got the chance to have another guy like
this. But in the short moments with this muscle-god and his awesomely
beautiful cock he knew that all of those people were full of crap; nothing
that felt so wonderful could be wrong.
His newly unbridled lust turned to passion and he became more
concerned and intent with giving the man pleasure. It was pleasure enough
for himself that he could make him tremble and moan. In his passion he
became more exuberant, even reckless in his desire to take more and more of
the huge cock. He choked a couple of times and after the second time the
man leaned down.
“Hey, you don’t have to try to swallow…Ohh, Fuck! Cody!”
Cody snapped his head up and found himself looking squarely at his
teammate!
“Braden!” he gasped.
“Come here,” Braden said, as cupped his hands in Cody’s armpits and
lifted him effortlessly to his feet. “Shit, Cody, what’re you doing up
here?”
“What’re you doing up here?” Cody fired back.
“That’s pretty obvious, but…”
“It should be pretty obvious for me, too,” Cody hissed.
Braden took him by the arm and led him out of the partitioned
enclosure and down the hallway. He didn’t realize it at the time but they
went right past Coach’s room.
“Sounds like a lover’s quarrel brewing,” someone said as they
passed by.
Braden took him downstairs to one of the little alcoves where there
were chairs and small tables.
“Where’s Sean?” he asked. “He’s supposed to be looking out for
you.”
“Who knows? Probably out roaming around, getting his cock sucked,
like you are,” Cody said.
“Geezusss, Cody, I can’t believe you were up there.”
“Can’t believe I was up there, or what I was doing?” Cody asked.
“Neither. Fuck, man, I didn’t know you….Godd, what a way to find
out!”
“What’re you so upset about? You can’t say you didn’t like it,”
Cody said.
“Fuck, yeah, I liked it, but I thought it was somebody else….one
of those…”
“One of those fags?”
“You know what I mean, one of those other guys. Shit, Cody, you
just turned eighteen! You’re practically jailbait! Sean’s supposed to be
looking out for you. Let’s go find him. Shit, he is in so much trouble.”
Cody followed the big athlete around to his and Sean’s their room.
The door was locked.
“I don’t have a key,” Cody said.
“Fuck! Wait right here, I’ll go up to the desk and have them
unlock it.”
The desk clerk gave him a suspicious look when he asked him to
unlock the room.
“He left the room to go to the rest room and closed the door
without thinking,” Braden explained. When the clerk was still hesitant,
Braden pleaded, “Look, we’re two of the wrestlers and I’m supposed to be
looking after him, and if the Coach finds us out of our room…..”
The clerk took a key off the board and went down to unlock the
room. Braden shoved Cody inside and closed the door.
“I’m going to go find Sean. Don’t leave the room,” he said
gruffly.
“Why? Why are you going to look for Sean? I’m in my room, safe
and sound, what do I need with Sean?” Cody said sarcastically.
“To tell him his ass is in a sling,” Braden said.
“You can’t tell him anything, without telling him where we both
were and what I was doing, and who I was doing it to. Are you going to
tell him I was sucking your cock?”
Braden thought for a moment. “No. No, you’re right. I guess it’s
better if we just let it go. But shit, what was he thinking, going off and
letting you wander around this place by yourself.”
“Same thing you were thinking, I suspect, about getting his cock
sucked,” Cody said.
“Shit, I’m glad Scott’s in the room with Coach Colby,” Braden said.
“And who knows what him and the coach are doing?” Cody quipped.
“Hey!”
“Okay, yeah, that’s pretty impossible to imagine,” Cody admitted as
he took off his towel and crawled up on the bed.
Braden seemed fidgety, shifting his weight from one foot to the
other, as if he didn’t know what to do next.
“Well, I guess I’ll stick around with you and wait till wonder-boy
comes back. It’s obviously not safe to leave you by yourself,” he said.
“You don’t have to but I don’t care if you stay,” Cody said.
“Shit, Cody, how many of those other guys did you go down on?” he
asked, still with disbelief.
“I don’t know. I didn’t know I was supposed to keep count,” Cody
replied with sarcasm.
“Fuck, if Coach Colby ever finds out about this, you know what he’s
going to do to me and Sean? He’s going to sack us both.”
“How’s he going to find out? I’m sure not going to tell him. Are
you?”
“No, fuckhead!”
“Then stop worrying about it. Come on, you might as well lie down
and get comfortable,” he said, scooting over to make room for him.
Braden hesitated then sighed and climbed on the bunk. He had one
knee pressed in the mattress when Cody reached his hand out and touched his
thigh. Braden froze. Cody moved his hand up his thigh, up under his towel
and found his cock, big and thick and still rubbery.
“I would like to finish what I started,” Cody said as he pulled on
his cock.
Braden hesitated for a few seconds. “Geezuss, Cody, what’re we
doing?” he moaned as he tore his towel off and knelt at the younger boy’s
face.
“Something I’ve wanted to do ever since the first time I saw you
walking down the hall at school,” Cody said.
“No kidding? I had no idea.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” Cody said. “You’re too studly and macho
straight to notice.”
“Oh, I’ve noticed how some guys look at me, certain guys, but I
never had any idea about you.”
“You always looked like you had a package of hamburger and a big
sausage stuffed in your shorts,” Cody said. “I used to go in the restroom
if I saw you go in, just to see if I could get a look at your cock.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes. It made my knees weak when I got to stand beside you. Of
course, I couldn’t get a real good look without you noticing. I never
dreamed it would be this big, though. Your cock is huge.”
Braden laughed. “I never dreamed it would get this big either.”
“There’s something else I wanta do, if you’ll let me,” Cody said.
“What?”
“I want to tongue your ass.”
“What!”
“I want you to sit on my face.”
“Geezusss, Cody, are you sure? That sounds gross as hell.”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Do you want to do that now?”
“Yes. Oh, yes,” Cody said.
Braden raised up and moved up to straddle Cody’s face. He moaned
as he lowered himself and felt Cody’s tongue searching eagerly for his
asshole.
Cody clasped his hands around the athlete’s taut butt muscles and
pulled them apart to stretch his hole open.
“Aww….Ohhh, Cody…Awwww…..fuck…,” Braden groaned as Cody
drove his tongue up into his ass.
“MMmmm, you’ve got a great ass,” Cody moaned.
“You really like doing that?” Braden, asked, surprised.
“I love it. I want you to fuck me, too,” Cody said, his voice
muffled by Braden’s butt.
“I don’t think you wanta try that. I’m pretty big,” Braden said.
“I know….that’s partly the reason I want you to do it.”
“Why would you want me to tear through your asshole?”
“I just want you to fuck me, man. Somebody’s going to do it,
eventually I want it to be you.”
There was a split-second delay before the boys heard the key in the
door. Braden jumped up and flopped down beside Cody and folded one arm
behind his head, casual as you please. His cock didn’t look so casual,
though, standing up over his belly, dam near to his chest, but it was too
late to do anything about it.

Chapter Nine

“Well, well, what’s going on here?” Sean asked with a leering grin
as he came into the room.
“Where have you been?” Braden asked gruffly.
“Question is, what’re you doing?”
“Your job, obviously,” Braden said. “I found Cody running around
the place by himself. You were supposed to be looking out for him.”
“Well, he’s not alone anymore,” Sean said. “I’m not sure what you
thought my job was, but when I left he was sound asleep.”
“I had to go to the rest room,” Cody said.
“Yeah, well, you lost your way back,” Braden said.
“Fuck, man, is that thing real?” Sean asked, eyeing his teammate’s
big cock.
“Never mind my cock,” Braden said. “Where’ve you been?”
“Hey, I’m one of you, remember? I’m eighteen. I just happened to
get stuck with Cody.”
“Stuck with?” Cody said. “You didn’t have to baby-sit me but it
would’ve been nice if you told me you were leaving the room.”
“You were asleep,” Sean said.
“Did you check the place out?” Braden asked.
“Yeah. I was working out.”
“Did you check the place out?” Braden asked again.
“You could say that. Did you?” Sean asked right back.
“Why don’t you guys just come out and admit you were roaming around
the place getting your cocks sucked,” Cody blurted.
Braden turned his head and looked at him with a surprised scowl.
“Why don’t we all admit we did exactly what the coach said not to
do,” Cody said.
“Are you admitting that?” Sean asked with a sly grin.
“If you are,” Cody said smartly.
“Cody…,” Braden began, to shut him up.
“Okay. Time for true confessions,” Sean said. “I got my cock
sucked, more than once. And I fucked some ass. It was on the tip of his
tongue to go on and tell them about the dad and son, but he was afraid to
go there for fear that he might slip and tell more than he should.
“You…you fucked a guy in the ass?” Braden said.
“Yeah, and it was unbelievable! Hell, I might just forget all about
pussy.” He waited then for Cody or Braden to speak up. “Sounds like you
checked the place out too,” he said to Cody.
“When I woke up and found you gone, I didn’t stay in the room,”
Cody admitted rather shyly.
“What if Coach had seen you?” Sean said.
“As if that’s a big concern of yours,” Braden scoffed at Sean.
“Hey, I left him in the room behind a locked door, I didn’t throw
him to the wolves,” Sean said. “So, where’d you go? Please don’t tell me
you went to the steam room.”
“No, I was scared to go in there by myself. I went upstairs,” Cody
said.
“There’s a blackout party going on upstairs,” Sean pointed out.
“Yeah, so I found out,” Cody said with a sly grin.
“Fuck, that’s like a lamb walking into a pack of wolves. Not to
mention, the Coach’s room is on the second floor,” Sean said.
“Well, I didn’t figure Coach would be bringing Scott to the party,”
Cody drawled.
“So. You got your cock sucked?”
“Yeah, and it was great,” Cody replied. “And guess what; that’s
where I met up with Braden.”
“You went to the blackout party?” Sean asked Braden.
Braden shrugged. “I was checking the place out, just like you,” he
said.
Sean reached out and gave Braden’s cock a playful smack. “Well, I
guess the only other thing you have to confess is why you’re lying here in
my bunk with Cody with this huge hardon.”
“We’ve been laying here waiting for you to show up,” Braden said.
“Well, I guess I should take that as a compliment, that you get a
hardon waiting on me,” Sean said.
“Well, now that you’re back, I’ll let you have your room back,”
Braden said as he raised up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
“Did you check out the steam room?” Sean asked.
“No.”
“Let’s go check it out.”
“I’m coming with you,” said Cody.
“No,” Sean said.
“Coach said none of us could go in there,” Cody shot back.
Braden and Sean looked at each other, unsure what they should do.
They both wanted to go to the steam room but they knew Cody wouldn’t be
left behind.
“Shit, if we get caught…,” Braden said. “I mean, let’s face the
most unlikely scenario. What if we go in there and there’s Coach Colby?”
“We’ll sneak him in,” Sean said. “We go to the showers, I’ll leave
the showers first and go in the steam room. I’ll open the door to let you
know the coast is clear and you bring Cody in.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Cody said eagerly as he scrambled off the
bed.
The two older boys looked at each other again, still unsure they
should be doing it.
“I have to go to the rest room first,” Cody said as he wrapped his
towel around his waist.
“We’ll take you down there,” Sean said.
“I can go to the restroom by myself,” Cody growled.
“You don’t go anyplace by yourself,” Sean said. He opened the door
and followed Braden and Cody out into the hallway. Some guys saw them and
followed them downstairs. Sean and Brady waited a little ways down the hall
while Cody went into the restroom.
“I walked in on something, didn’t I,” Sean said quietly to Braden.
Braden lowered his gaze. “Yeah.”
“Cody…?”
“Yeah,” Braden said, nodding as he looked backup at his teammate.
“Fuck, man, I had no idea…”
“It shocked me, too,” Braden said.
“Well, its none of my business but…”
“Ready,” Cody announced as he came out of the restroom.
When the three boys entered the showers several guys came out of
the steam room to shower.
“You guys are part of the high school wrestling team,” one said.
“Yeah,” Braden said.
“You two sure don’t look like high schoolers. You look more like
college wrestlers,” he said, indicating Sean and Braden.
“He’s the one who won his class,” Braden said, nodding to Cody.
“I’m going to go check out the steam room,” Sean said casually as
he turned off his shower. He grabbed his towel and tossed it over his
shoulder and sauntered over to the steam room. All eyes followed his
tight, round butt across the wet area. He hung his towel on the rack
outside the door and went inside. He took a moment for his eyes to adjust
to the extremely dim light then went further in to check the place out.
There was a long, narrow corridor to the left where three guys were
sitting, and two little alcoves on the right, just big enough to stand
in. Beyond that he came to a wall. Behind the wall was a larger open area
and a wide alcove with two tiers to sit or lie down. Two men were sitting
on the lower tier and two more on the upper tier, leaning back against the
wall. There were two light bulbs recessed in the ceiling that offered a
bare minimum of light. He scanned each figure to determine none of them
were Coach Colby. He went back to the front and wiped the steam off the
door so he could see out. He held the door open and Braden and Cody came
across the wet area to enter the steam room.
They followed Sean around to the back and men moved to make room
for the three boys and they found enough room to back up against the
wall. Cody put one hand over his manhood at first but then put both hands
behind him and stood with his head tilted back and his eyes closed, more
boldly, like Sean and Braden.
Tension filled the room. It was as if the hot steam swirling
around the three young wrestlers brought everyone’s testosterone to the
boiling point. Sweat rolled down their smooth muscles. Sean let his head
down, with his chin nearly on his chest, his eyes closed, as if he was
totally absorbed in soaking up the heat and letting it cleanse his pores.
One of the men sitting on the lower tier stood up. “You guys must
be part of the wrestling team,” he said.
“Yeah,” Braden said hoarsely, without opening his eyes.
The man reached out and brushed his hand across Braden’s muscular
chest and down his abs. “Fuckin’ nice,” he said hoarsely
“Thanks,” Braden said, still without opening his eyes. The man’s
hand felt good on his slick chest. When he didn’t stop him the man went
lower and wrapped his hand around his cock. “Dam! I wasn’t sure I was
seeing straight through the steam,” he said. “You must have to wear two
jockstraps to hold this up. If it ever got out in the middle of a match,
you could club your opponent with it.” Braden’s abs rippled when he
laughed.
By now Sean and Cody were watching. Cody was especially excited as
he watched the man tug on Braden’s cock. He pulled him toward the lower
tier where he sat down again with Braden standing in front of him. He put
his hands around his butt and the next instant the whole steam room knew
he’d taken his cock in his mouth.
“AAwwwwhhhhhhhhhhhh!” he cried out, tossing his head back.
Cody and Sean looked at each other. Then Cody saw the other man’s
arm out, motioning for him to come over to him. He bumped Sean’s arm and
went over to the guy. The man began running his hands all over Cody’s
tight, smooth muscles then bent down and sucked his cock in his mouth.
“OOOhhhhh, Yeah!” Cody gasped.
The other men, seeing that the three teenagers were there for some
action, two guys moved on Sean at the same time. He thought they might
actually fight over him. They both went to their knees, one went for his
cock and the other one sucked on his balls. Two more guys stepped up on
each side and began sucking on his tits. A moment later a fifth guy wedged
his way between Sean and the wall and dropped down to kiss and lick and
tongue his ass. Yeah, this was the way to end a wrestling match, Sean
thought. This was their due reward. He only wished Scott could be there
with them. Hell, Coach, too. He reached out and clasped his hands around
the two heads to smash his balls into one guys face and bury his cock in
the other man’s throat, causing him to choke.
Sean was so caught up in his own pleasure that he wasn’t paying
much attention to his teammates, till he glanced over and saw a guy knelt
down behind Cody, eating his ass. Holy Fuck! Cody was bent over sucking the
guy’s cock who was sitting up on the second tier. So Cody’s secret was out.
He was gay. Sean wished he’d known it before now. He was sure, now, that
Cody and Braden had been making out in their room, but time. Fuck, he
thought, these guys must think they’ve died and gone to teenage heaven. The
next time he looked over, the guy was standing up with his cock aimed at
Cody’s ass. Sean pushed the men aside and started to go over to him, but
Braden saw it too, and reached out to stop the man. He leaned over to
Cody. “Do you want him to fuck you?”
“Yes,” Cody said. “I wanta try it.”
So Braden and Sean let it happen. The man spat and added his spit
to the steam to lube up his cock. Cody jutted his butt back for it.
“Take it easy with him,” Braden warned the guy. “He’s never done it
before.”
fuckboyassIt took several attempts before the man finally penetrated Cody’s
ass. The boy screamed around his mouthful of cock. Thank heaven it was
muffled.

Braden reached out with his hand on the man’s chest.
“I said take it easy,” he warned again.
“If he’s virgin, its gonna hurt at first,” the man said.
When Braden pulled is hand back the man shoved his cock deeper.
Cody choked on his outcry but didn’t try to wrench away from the
man. Instead, he planted his feet firm and wider apart. He uttered a
garbled, muffled groan when the man buried his cock in his ass.
As the rest of the men saw that the boys were willing participants
they moved in like wolves on a flock of sheep. There were two guys kneeling
down working on Braden’s ass now and Cody was taking a cock up his ass and
sucking not only one cock; the other guy up on the tier had slid over so
Cody could suck him, too. There were three more guys who had come around
the partition and were standing around, pulling on their cocks, waiting
their turn. Word seemed to spread. The door to the steam room opened and
closed repeatedly and more men crowded in to watch and try to get in on the
action with the three high school wrestlers. But the five guys working on
Sean weren’t sharing, nor were the three men on Braden.
The man fucking Cody suddenly went into spasms and shot his load up
in the boy’s guts. He leaned over him, gasping and kissing the boy’s back
and shoulders.
“Godd, kid, that was the best fuck I’ve had in years,” he told him
as he straightened and eased his cock out.
“Did you come?” someone asked Cody.
He shook his head, without releasing the cock he had in his
mouth. The man stepped up behind him, and guided his cock to his slick,
gaping hole. Cody wriggling his ass onto the man’s cock. The man
immediately drew back and slammed his cock in to the hilt, hard. Cody cried
out around the cock he was sucking.
“Take it easy,” Braden told the man.
“He’s broke in,” the man said.
“Take it easy,” Braden told him again.
The man thought it wise to do what the big wrestler said.
“Ohhhhh, fuck,” Braden gasped as he thrust his cock in and out of
the hungry mouth that was working on him. “How’re you doing back there?” he
asked Sean.
“Shit, they’re gonna drive me out of my mind,” Sean said.
“You come yet?” Braden asked him.
“No.”
Just then the man fucking Cody shot his load. When he pulled out,
yet another man stepped up behind him.
Braden leaned down to him. “Hey, do you wanta keep doing this,
letting them fuck you?” he asked.
Cody nodded, glancing sideways to see a line behind him. He was in
his element. He didn’t mind one bit being passed around. He only wished
Sean and Braden would take their turns with him.
Sean was glad Braden had intervened again. He made a mental note of
how many guys were fucking Cody. It was three, so far. He would keep an
eye on him. He didn’t know how much Cody could take and he wasn’t going to
let these guys force him past his limits.
Braden turned around so the other two men could have his cock and
let the other guy have his ass for awhile. He was keeping an eye on Cody,
too. He counted as a fourth, a fifth, then a sixth man took his turn the
young athlete’s ass.
Meanwhile, one of the men Cody was sucking blew his load. Cody was
taken by surprised, and choked and gagged but managed to stay on his cock
and swallow part of his load. When the man got up and left, another young
stud climbed up to take his place. One of the guys sucking Braden’s tugged
on his cock, waving it toward Cody.
“When he’s done, I want to see him take this horse cock,” the man
said.
The guy fucking Cody glanced around then reached out for Braden’s
cock. “Dam, stud, what horse did you steal that from? Fuck, I never seen a
cock that big before.” Then he stepped back, his cock pulling out of Cody’s
ass with a wet suctioning sound. “Here, have a go at him,” he told
Braden. Braden stepped over behind Cody. He rubbed his cock up and down the
crack of his ass and bent over him.
“Do you want me to?” he asked.
“Yes! Ohh, Yesss!” Cody replied.
Knowing Cody was already broke in, Braden aimed his cock and shoved
it in with one hard stroke. Cody let out a new groan and raised up.
“Goddam, who let the horse in here,” he gasped.
“Fuck, he took that like a pro,” someone said.
“Yeah, and did you see the size of that stud’s cock! He must be
ten inches long!”
Braden began fucking his teammate and Cody squirmed his butt around
and shoved his ass back on his cock. After taking so many guys, he was
loose and soft and Braden could feel his cock almost sloshing around in all
the come they had shot in him. He bent over him and kissed his neck.
“Do you want any more of these guys to fuck you, buddy?” he
whispered.
“I don’t care, but I want you the most,” the boy replied.
“You’ve got me, buddy,” Braden said. “Shit, now that I know, you’ve
got me any time you want me.”
Suddenly, Cody raised up from the cocks he was sucking and pressed
his body back against Braden’s sweaty muscles. “Ohhh, mannn, that is so
good,” he gasped. “Your cock is so big.”
“Not too big, I hope,” Braden said in his ear.
“No, it’s wonderful,” Cody said. Then he eased off of Braden’s
cock and turned around and began kissing his chest passionately.
“Ohh, mannn, yeah…suck `em…suck my tits.”
Cody kissed the big wrestlers pecs and up and down his abs with a
near frantic passion. Then he smashed his body against Braden’s and raised
one leg up around his hip.
“Can you fuck me this way, standing up?”
“We can do it any way you want,” Braden said as he cradled the
younger athlete’s butt in his hands. “Okay, ride down on it,” he told him.
A muscular young colored guy worked his way in and backed up to
Sean, offering him his butt. Sean took hold of his hips and the man
reached back and guided his cock to his hole. Sean didn’t have to do
anything but stand there. The man shoved back onto his cock and began
fucking it. The other guys picked up on it and when the colored guy shot
his load, another backed up to Sean’s cock.
Braden hugged Cody tightly to his body. “Do you want me to come in
you?” he whispered.
“Yes. But I don’t want you guys to leave when you’re finished. I
don’t want to be here by myself,” Cody said.
“Sure, we wouldn’t leave you here,” Braden assured him.
Sean had held out as long as he could; he was so hot from watching
Braden and Cody and there was a gnawing in his gut that wanted to be in
Cody’s place. He wondered what it would feel like to be plugged with
Braden’s huge cock. There was yet another guy backing up to his cock when
he put his hand on his butt to stop him.
“I’m getting close, if anybody wants my load,” he said.
Three guys dropped to their knees, their mouths open like young
birds waiting to be fed by their mother. He let one of them jack his cock
till he was close then he worked his load up by hand and let it go full
force. The stuff shot out in long, thick, powerful spurts, hitting the men
in the face. He hit their open mouths with some of it and they moaned and
squealed with delight. When he was done shooting two of the guys kissed
each other, licking his come off each other’s faces and exchanging his
semen in their kisses.
Braden quickly followed, shooting his load deep inside Cody’s ass.
It felt like there was a quart of the stuff and he could imagine his come
shooting out and swirling around with all the other come inside him. He
held the boy tight for a couple of minutes before he let go and eased him
down to his feet. His cock swung free like a huge sausage. One of the men
sitting on the first tier reached out for Cody’s hip to guide him back to
sit on his cock.
“You’re probably not gonna feel much after taking that horse cock,”
the man said. But Cody let himself down onto the man’s cock and began
humping up and down.
Their loads shot, Sean and Brady stood side by side against the
wall again. Even though they had both shot off, their cocks were still
hard and the men wouldn’t leave them alone. They let them suck them but it
was a favor more than for their own pleasure now.
“Shit, how long is he going to go on?” Sean asked Braden. “He’s
like the fuckin’ Energizer Bunny.”
“I don’t know. He said he wanted it as long as they want to fuck
him,” Braden said.
“Goddam, we woke up a sleeping monster in that boy,” Sean said.
Finally, after four more guys had fucked Cody, Braden moved in and
pulled him up straight before one of the men tried to pull him down to sit
on his cock. The three guys who were waiting, stepped back out of the way.
“Come on, Cody, we gotta get some air,” Braden said.
Cody didn’t argue. A pall of disappointment settled over the steam
room as the three hunky wrestlers left. They showered again and went back
to their room.
“Godd, that was incredible!” Cody gushed as he stood up on the bunk
out of their way to finish drying off
“That’s an understatement,” Sean said. “Shit, man, you were taking
cock like a machine. How many guys fucked you anyway?”
“I lost count,” he replied.
“A dozen, at least, that I counted,” Braden put in.
“What I want to know is, when the hell did you start doing this
shit?” Sean asked.
“Just tonight; my first time was upstairs at the blackout party,”
Cody said.
“Those guys must have drilled you a new asshole,” Braden said.
“How the fuck can you take on that many guys at one time?” Sean
asked.
“It just feels good,” Cody said.
“Well, I hope you’re able to walk in the morning,” Braden said as
he wrapped his towel around his waist to leave.
“Why don’t you stay?” Cody said.
“That bunk is barely big enough for two, let alone me.”
“We’ll fit,” Sean said, anxious for the big wrestler to stay.
They stretched out on the bunk tightly against each other, huddled
under a blanket. They had to lie on their sides to have enough room, with
Cody sandwiched between the two bigger athletes.
“So, down in the steam room…was that a pretty fair example of
what I almost walked in on earlier?” Sean asked quietly.
“We never got that far; you came back too soon,” Cody said.
“Should I be building up any hopes for when we get back home?” Sean
asked.
“Just be careful what you hope for, you might get it, make sure you
can handle it,” Braden said with a soft chuckle.
I’ll handle it, Sean thought to himself, and he was already
thinking of some way to let Braden know that he could fuck him.

Chapter Ten

There were no windows in the place but Coach could sense that it
was morning. He glanced at his watch and shook Scott’s shoulder.
“I’m awake,” Scott said as he stretched, then reached for Coach’s
cock.
“Oohhnnnnn,” Coach moaned softly.
“Coach I was awake most of the night….thinking …wondering
if…”
“Wondering what?” Coach asked.
“Coach….w-would you fuck me?”
The words reverberated like a great gong. Coach Colby couldn’t
believe his ears. His wildest dreams had just been laid before him. It
couldn’t happen, of course, but it was wonderful to imagine it.
“I don’t think you want to go there, Scott,” he said.
“Sorry, Coach….I shouldn’t have mentioned it,” the boy said
timidly.
“No, don’t be sorry,” Coach said quickly. “Believe me, it’s not
that I don’t want to, but getting your cock sucked and getting fucked are
two different things.”
“Yeah, that’s the reason I wanta do it. I want to see what its
like. Have you ever fucked another guy, Coach?”
He hesitated then told the truth. “Yes.”
“Then why not me?”
“It’s not…it’s just not in the cards, Scott. First place, it can
really hurt, especially your first time. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s gonna happen sometime, Coach,” Scott said. “Maybe not with
you…but with somebody.”
“We gotta get showered and dressed,” Coach said quickly before he
had time to reconsider and weaken.
Scott was disappointed but he let it go.
Coach took the boy down to the showers with a keen eye on the way
the other men looked at them. They were practically drooling over the
muscular, young athlete, and no doubt jealous that he was with him. After
last night, Coach wished there’d been some way of perhaps bringing one of
the other boys in on their little secret. Maybe all three of them. He
felt a tingling in his nuts at the thought of all five of them crowded into
the same tiny room. It would be too risky, of course, but his imagination
expanded the space to the locker room at school, or the showers. Suddenly
he felt himself getting fluffed up and reached up and turned on the cold
water.
“Can we go in the steam room for just a little bit, Coach?” Scott
asked.
“No.”
“Just so I can see the inside of the place,” Scott persisted.
“You would be with him, it would be okay,” the man in the next
shower said.
“Can we, Coach?”
“Okay, but just for a minute.”
Scott turned his shower off and started across the wet area to the
steam room. Coach caught up with him and shoved his towel at him. “Put
this on first.”
Coach led him through the thick steam to the back of the room. They
leaned back against the wall, Scott with his hands down to his sides and
his head down, and Coach with his hands behind his back. Coach watched the
naked men all around them; the way they were eyeing Scott. He was ready to
pounce if any one of them made the slightest move.
“Judging from the way you’re built, you must be one of the
wrestlers,” a man said.
“Yeah. This is my coach,” Scott said in all his innocence.
“You’re a lucky man, Coach. We heard that one of your boys won his
weight class.”
“Yes, they’re really fine athletes,” Coach said.
“Yes…really fine,” the man said.
As the men grew accustomed to the two newcomers they became more
relaxed and returned to the reason they were all there. Several of them
began to openly pull on their cocks. Quickly, there were several hardons
around them, and despite his best intentions, Coach could feel his own cock
coming to life. He gave a side-glance downward and saw Scott’s towel
beginning to tent. This can’t happen, he thought. Too much had already
happened and it was bad enough that on top of that, he’d brought the kid
into the steam room among these vultures. He couldn’t let it go beyond
that. In fact, he needed to get the boy out of there.
He nudged Scott. “We’d better go.”
“Yeah….” Scott let his voice trail off, full of intent and
innuendo. He reached down and unknotted his towel and wiped his face and
chest, leaving his young, stiff cock standing out from his loins. Coach
saw the eight-inch cock throbbing and quivering and it made his knees go
weak and his stomach flutter. No one would know….no one who counted,
anyway. They didn’t know anybody in the steam room and would never seem
them again. Godd, he longed to draw the boy into the full-fledged orgy that
would surely ensue if he let his guard down. He wanted to drop to his
knees and take the boy’s cock in his mouth and show the other men that the
young athlete was all his. Suddenly, thankfully, his sense of
responsibility kicked in.
“Come on, the others will be waiting,” he said in his best
authoritative voice.
Obediently, Scott followed him out.
“Good-bye, Scott. Have a good season,” someone called after them.
“Do you need to get back under the cold shower?” Coach asked him.
“No, I’m okay. It’ll go down.”
“That’s what you said last night, all night,” Coach said under his
breath.
As they made their way back to the room they passed several guys
who were drooling over the muscular, young athlete who hadn’t bothered with
his towel.
Coach let him in the room then went to the front desk to check on
the weather. Then he went to check on the other boys. He was surprised
when they opened the door to find all three boys on the bed.
“They’re opening up the roads, we’ll be leaving in about a couple
of hours, that ought to give you all plenty of time to shower and get
dressed,” he said.
“Okay, Coach.”
With his mind reeling with suspicions about the three, he went back
to his own room to find Scott lying on the bed watching a new gay video and
nonchalantly pumping his cock.
“You’re not supposed to be watching that stuff,” Coach said.
“You’re not supposed to be doing that either,” he added.
“Why, will it stunt my growth?” Scott replied smartly.
“You’re supposed to be getting dressed,” Coach said.
“Just let me finish jacking off, okay?”
“Geezuss, I don’t believe I’m letting you talk to me like that,”
Coach said.
“You wanta help me, Coach?”
“All right, but hurry up and come; we’ve got to get out of here,”
Coach said as he took over with the boy’s cock with one hand and began
squeezing his balls with the other.
`”Take my load when I come, will you Coach?”
“Just hurry it up,” Coach said. He jacked the boy furiously. He
wished there was more time to enjoy him to the fullest, but he was thinking
how there would be more time for that later, when they got back home. Time
for all the things he’d dreamed about.
“I’m getting close,” Scott gasped.
Coach Colby leaned down over him.
“Don’t go down on me, Coach, just open your mouth and see if I can
hit it,” Scott said.
Coach opened his mouth, hovered over the big teenage cock.
Suddenly it exploded, sending a blast of hot boy-come directly into his
mouth. He couldn’t catch it, of course, leaned over the way he was, but he
tried to swallow it. But it was coming too fast and he didn’t want to waste
it so he finally clamped his mouth around the bulging head and gulped the
rest of the boy’s load down. He sucked him dry then raised up.
“There, is that going to keep you satisfied for awhile?”

Braden and Sean took Cody down to the showers and to the restroom to brush
his teeth then returned him to the room. Even at that early hour there were
men up wandering around, still on the prowl.
“Okay, I’m going down and brush my teeth and shave,” Sean said.
“Me, too. That is, if I can trust you to stay in the room,” he
said to Cody.
“Why’re you guys treating me like a little kid?” Cody
complained. “I happen to be the only one to win his class.”
“Because its not safe to let you loose on your own,” Braden said.
“Do you think I’m crazy enough to go wandering around when the
coach is up?” Cody said.
“That means you don’t let anybody in the room, either,” Braden put
in.
“I’ll be dressed and waiting for you,” Cody said.
There were six or seven men hanging around in the hallway when
Braden and Sean came out of the room, and more downstairs in the hallway.
Those upstairs followed them down.
“Word must have spread that we’re still in the building,” Sean said
under his breath, holding onto the knot in his towel around his waist.
Several of the men followed them into the restroom, some to shave
and brush their teeth, others just to be there and watch them. With only
one razor, Braden shaved first while Sean brushed his teeth. Braden took
his towel off and folded it over the edge of the sink. He saw all eyes
drop to his bare butt.
“That was a wild scene in the steam room last night,” one of them
said.
Sean caught the man’s eye in the mirror. “Is your team mate up?”
“Yeah, he’s getting dressed. We’re gonna be leaving in a little
bit.”
“What a shame.”
“My God, did you ever see a more gorgeous butt in your life?” one
of the men said.
“I’ll bet you two look great in football uniforms, wearing those
tight pants that show the straps of your jockstraps,” another said.
Braden just smiled. Sean laughed. “I don’t know, does my butt look
great in my uniform?” he asked Braden.
“You’ve got a great looking ass,” Braden said. “That’s the reason
I’m always patting it when you make a good play.”
“Are you sure you don’t have time for a quick run to the steam room
before you go?” one of the men asked.
“We already showered,” Braden said.
“My room is available,” another man said.
“Hey, guys, it was fun, but we have to go. Our coach will be
checking on us,” Sean said, politely, but sternly.
It seemed to discourage the men and one by one, they left, with
lingering gazes at the two muscular athletes, off to seek action
elsewhere. When Braden was finished shaving, they traded the toothbrush for
the razor.
“A guy could die from too much sex in this place,” Sean joked as he
lathered up his face with soap.
“Yeah, but what a way to die,” Braden said.
Their eyes met in the mirror; a split-second look that made them
both glance away. It happened again, and Sean’s lips curled with a slight
smile.
“What?” Braden asked.
“I don’t know. What?” said Sean.
Sean brought the razor down to rinse it off and their eyes met
again but this time they didn’t look away.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Sean asked with a sly grin.
“Probably so. We always did think alike,” Braden said.
“Would you do it?” Sean asked.
“I might try it; with you, nobody else,” Braden replied.
“I’m talking about head,” Sean said.
“Yeah. Unless you want to bend over for me. Cody sure seemed to
like that.”
“I’m not Cody, but…” He caught himself, unsure whether he
intended to raise the question in Braden’s mind.
Braden let his eyes shift up and down his teammate’s muscular body.
“No, you’re sure not. But what was that “but” all about?”
“Just but,” Sean said. “So, what do you say we get together when we
get back?”
“Yeah,” Braden agreed. “Maybe we wanta come back here; we’re both
old enough to get in. Would you wanta do that?”
“Fuck, yeah. Everybody’s gotta die from something,” Sean joked.
On the way out they went past Stedman and Colt coming out of the
restroom. Their eyes met Sean’s, with a smile, and it sent a chill down his
spine. Maybe he would call them and arrange to get together. Maybe he would
ask Braden to go with him.

Chapter Eleven

The drive home was quiet. Too quiet. Coach began to wonder what
might have happened last night; besides him and Scott.
“Everybody get a good night’s sleep?” he asked.
“Not really,” Sean said.
“Me either, that couch was like sleeping on a torture bed of
nails,” Braden said. “I did finally get a few ZZZs, though, when Cody and
Sean let me bunk with them.”
“You guys all slept in the same bunk?” Scott asked, surprised.
Braden laughed. “It was more like we all spent the night in the
same bunk. I don’t know how much sleep any of us got. But it was better
than freezing to death and sleeping on nails.”
“You guys sleep okay?” Sean asked Coach and Scott.
“I slept like a baby,” Scott said.
“Don’t forget our pact, guys,” Coach said. “Where did we stay last
night?”
“Motel Six!” they all replied in unison.
Coach had a strong gut feeling that there was a lot more that the
boys weren’t saying about the night in the men’s club. He didn’t know how
he could get it out of them, but his fantasy that had taken seed in the
steam room, to get the guys together, had definitely taken root in his
head.

Chapter Twelve

One by one he confronted them. Braden was the first. He had asked
him to stay back after practice. The boy came sauntering into his office,
naked, drying his hair.
“You wanted to see me, Coach?”
“Yes. I didn’t want to bring this up in front of the other guys,
but is there something we need to talk about?”
“What do you mean, Coach?”
“I went to check on you in that men’s club and you weren’t in the
lounge on the couch; you were nowhere to be found.”
“That couch was hell. The springs were coming through. Some guy
offered me his room.”
“You went to somebody’s room?!”
“Yeah, I was so damned wore out and sleepy….he told the desk so
you would know where to find me if you came looking for me,” he lied.
“Oh, well, I didn’t check at the desk. But then, maybe he was
counting on that.” He eyed him with the unasked question all over his
face. Finally, he asked it. “Do I need to ask if anything happened?”
“Are you asking?”
“Yes. I’m responsible for you, after all.”
“I’m eighteen, coach, I’m responsible for myself,” Braden said.
“As my student and my athlete, responsibility rests with me in
situations like that, and I don’t give a dam how old you are,” the Coach
said.
“Yes, sir.”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re dodging my question?”
“Because I am dodging your question,” Braden said with a scowl. But
this was his coach, and neither of them were accustomed to disrespect on
either side. “Okay, something happened,” he said, with a sigh, his eyes
downcast. “Hell, I can’t lie to you, Coach.”
“Geezuss, Braden…! I don’t believe this. I trusted you to behave
like a gentleman.”
“You didn’t count on the testosterone factor. It just happened,
Coach,” he said with a shrug.
“It might have just happened, but you placed yourself in the
situation.”
“I know. It all started out innocent enough…I thought the guy was
just offering me his room to keep warm and get some sleep.”
“Are you listening to yourself? You went to a strange guy’s room,
in a gay men’s club, and never gave even the slightest thought that there
might be the slightest chance that he might try something?” Coach
scoffed. “Who do you think you’re talking to? How stupid do you think I
am?”
“I know…I’m sorry, Coach, I know you’re not that stupid,” Braden
said. “Okay, so I…I did give it a thought when I went with him, way in
the back of my mind, if he might try something, but he said I could use his
room by myself if I wanted to, but…well, then he never left.”
“And you never asked him to leave.”
“No, it was his room, I couldn’t ask him to leave.”
“So, you could’ve left,” Coach said.
“Yes, but…well, I was curious…about everything.”
“So what happened?”
“He just crawled in the bunk.”
“And you crawled in with him.”
“No, I was already in his bunk.” He lowered his head again, not so
much from guilt over what he’d done as shame that he’d tried to lie to his
Coach. “You’re not going to ask me what happened,” Braden said with some
dread.
“That doesn’t take much imagination,” Coach said.
Godd, if he only knew. About going up to the blackout party; in
the sauna; about Cody, and Sean and him and Cody….the man would keel over
with a heart attack.
“I know maybe I shouldn’t have done it, Coach, but the way I see
it, I’m eighteen, I could get into the place on my own if I wanted to. And
whatever happened, nobody’s ever going to know about it, not even that we
stayed there. So what did it hurt, that I had a new experience in life. I
mean, it was no big deal.”
“All right, if you can keep it in that perspective,” Coach said.
He thought it went well with Braden; he found out what he wanted to
know, although the boy hadn’t told him the whole story. Sean was next. The
boy came down to his office after school, after serving a detention.
“You said you wanted to see me, Coach,” he said, tossing his books
on the old leather couch.
“I didn’t want to bring this up in front of the other guys, but I
think there’s something we need to talk about, Sean.”
“What do you mean, coach?”
“I came to check on you and Cody and there was no one in the room.”
“We were working out,” Sean said.
“No good. I checked the workout room,” Coach said.
“We must have been in the shower, then, or in the Jacuzzi. Cody
wanted to try the Jacuzzi.”
“I looked there. I even looked in the sauna and the steam room.”
“You told us not to go in the steam room,” Sean reminded him
quickly.
“How about somebody else’s room; is that a possibility?” Coach
asked pointedly.
Sean quickly glanced away with a guilty look.
“Yes, sir, that is a possibility,” Sean admitted.
“I put you in charge of Cody and you drag his butt off to
somebody’s room in a gay men’s club? What were you thinking! My Godd,
Sean….where is your sense of responsibility?”
“I didn’t take Cody to anybody else’s room,” Sean said
defensively. “If you had checked the room again, you would’ve found him
there.”
“Just Cody?”
“Y-yes sir.”
“Oh, then you went to somebody’s room. Would that be a correct
assumption?”
He hesitated, then nodded. “Yes, sir, I did. I’m eighteen, Coach,”
he reminded him.
“You left Cody by himself?”
“He was asleep, and the door was locked,” Sean said.
“So I can trust that Cody, at least, came away unscathed,” Coach
said.
“I…don’t…think…you could exactly say that,” the boy
stammered.
“Do you want to explain that? I left Cody in your charge, and
you’re not giving a very good account of yourself.”
“I know, I…but…what happened was….it was between us,
Coach…me and Cody.”
“You and Cody?”
“Yes, sir. I can’t even explain how it happened….it just did.”
“What? What happened between you and Cody?” He knew the instant he
asked, the way Sean dropped his eyes, that there was a lot to tell.
“We, uh…he came on to me, rather boldly, and we…we experimented
around together.”
Coach let out sigh. “Well, I’m surprised, to say the least, but if
that’s all it was, it’s not the end of the world. And you could have told
me a lot worse.”
Sean glanced warily to the side and met Coach’s eyes and knew his
guilt showed all over his face.
“Is there more?” Coach asked.
“Yes, sir, I, uh….I took him in the steam room…me and Braden.”
“You what!?”
“I didn’t exactly drag him, Coach. He wanted to….he was curious.”
“Sean, he just turned eighteen! A few days ago he was just
seventeen.”
“But he’s eighteen now,” Sean said defensively.
“What happened?”
Sean pursed his lips in defiance, but he was too used to the
coach’s authority to refuse to answer.
“He, uh…we…we experimented around with some guys in the steam
room.”
“You’re going to have to be more explicit,” Coach said sternly.
Sean sucked in a deep breath then swallowed hard. “He…Cody…went
down on some guys and…well, Braden and me, we got head, too…and, uh,
Cody…he, uh…he let some guys…screw him in the ass. And I’m not proud
to add that two of those guys was me and Braden.”
“Geezussss!” Braden hadn’t told him any of this.
“He wanted us to, Coach, I swear, he was practically begging for
it. Especially from Braden. Cody was all over him.”
Coach was deathly silent for a long moment, trying to work up some
degree of proper anger and indignation while quieting the excitement he
felt. Finally, he spoke.
“Do you have any idea what kind of situation you’ve put me in?”
“It’s not like he’s going to tell anybody,” Sean scoffed.” Nobody’s
going to say anything about any of it; we all agreed to that.”
Coach paced around his office for a moment, looking down at the
floor. “All right, you can go.”
“What’re you going to do, Coach?”
“I don’t know. I’ll let you know as soon as I’ve talked to the rest
of the boys.”
“You won’t tell Cody I told, will you? Or Braden. I don’t want
them to know I ratted on them.”
“I can’t promise that. It all depends on what I decide to do.” He
dismissed the boy with a wave of his hand.
He caught Cody by accident on Saturday morning when the boy came in
to work out.
“Cody, before you go work out, there’s something we need to talk
about?”
Cody just looked at him.
“At the men’s club where we stayed, I came to check on you and Sean
and there was no one in the room.”
“I left once to go to the rest room,” Cody said.
“Where was Sean?”
“I don’t know for sure.”
“He didn’t tell you where he was going?”
“No, sir, I went to sleep, and when I woke up he wasn’t in the
room.”
“After you went to the restroom, did you go straight back to your
room?”
“I wandered around for a little bit, looking for Sean,” Cody said.
“Wandered around where?”
“Just around. I didn’t find him so I went back to my room.”
“You didn’t stop by anyone else’s room on the way?”
“No.”
“Did you let anyone in your room?”
“No. Only Braden. He stopped by and found out Sean had left me
alone and he stuck around,” he said.
Coach didn’t pursue Cody’s story. He was lying at every turn, but
he didn’t want to pressure the boy by revealing what Sean had said about
the three of them. He had all the information he needed….more than he’d
ever hoped for. Now he had only to put it all together and formulate a
plan.

Cody hung around the locker room after PE class, trying to be alone with
Braden and Sean, but they were both getting dressed, and some of the guys
were screwing around, in no hurry to leave school. Finally, so as not to
appear obvious, he left the locker room and hung around in the shadows of
the gym exit. A few minutes later they came out and came across the gym,
talking in low tones. Cody couldn’t hear what they were saying. When they
were a few yards away he stepped out of the shadows.
“Shit, Cody! You scared the hell out of me,” Braden said.
“What the hell are you doing lurking in the shadows like that?”
Sean asked.
“Waiting on you guys,” he said.
“Oh? What for?” Braden asked as he moved into the shadows, out of
sight of anybody coming out of the locker room.
“You know,” Cody said nervously. “I was trying to hang back in the
locker room but there were too many guys there.”
“You wanta go someplace?” Sean asked.
“Yeah, if you guys do,” he replied.
“How about you?” Sean asked Braden.
“You got a place?” Braden asked him.
“No. My folks are home.”
“So are mine,” Braden said.
“Mine, too,” Sean added.
“Well, its too fuckin’ cold to be outside,” Braden said.
“We could drive around,” Sean suggested.
“Yeah…okay…let’s take your SUV, there’s more room.”
They left the gym and walked across the parking lot.
“I’ve been hoping you guys would want to get together again,” Cody
said.
“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for you to ask,” Sean said.
“You don’t have to wait. I’m available any time,” Cody said.
They all piled into the front seat of the SUV with Cody in the
middle. He was so excited his nerves were jangled. Sean headed out south of
town, taking a lightly traveled country road. Cody didn’t know where they
were going. He pressed his legs against their legs and they both pressed
back.
“Go ahead, you can get started on Braden,” Sean told him.
Oh, God, Yessss! He drew his hand up Braden’s leg, to his crotch
and squeezed the bulge there, going for his belt, but Braden already had
his belt undone and was unbuttoning his fly. He raised his butt up and
shoved is jeans and briefs down below his knees, leaving his huge cock
hanging out over his balls.
“Go ahead, have at it,” he said, hefting his manhood up from
between his legs.
Cody leaned over and sucked his cock into his mouth.
“Awwwwhhhhh, yeahhhhhh, suck it, man,” Braden moaned. “Fuck, yeah,
it feels as good as I remember.”
“Hey, Cody, you gotta swallow his load; I don’t know what come will
do to my seats,” Sean said.
They drove for miles while Cody sucked Braden’s cock. He took his
jeans and shorts off so Cody could get down on his knees between his legs,
and slouched down in the seat. They drove a lot of miles.
“Fuck, are you gonna get off sometime tonight? If you go much
longer, we’re going to have to back into town for gas,” Sean said.
“You can’t rush a good thing,” Braden said.
“Hey, its not like its gonna be the last time; fuck, give it up,”
Sean told him.
Braden put his hands on Cody’s head to shove his mouth down on his
cock. Cody choked and gagged but stayed on it. He was able to take the big
hunk of meat in his throat, but only for a moment before he had to come
back up for air.
A few miles later, Braden announced that he was getting close. A
few minutes later, he gave it up. He held Cody’s head in place and pumped
his cock up into his mouth.
“I’m commming,” he whispered huskily.
“Don’t loose any of it,” Sean warned.
It was a long, intense climax. Braden’s body arched up out of the
seat, his feet pushing against the floorboard as he emptied his balls into
his teammate’s throat.
“Shit!” he gasped finally, settling his butt back in the seat.
“Fuck, that was fantastic!”
Cody raised up, still swallowing, his eyes watering. “Yeah, it sure
was,” he said, out of breath.
Braden helped him off his knees and back on the seat between them
and began putting his clothes back on.
“Better let me drive while he does you,” he said to Sean. “You’ll
never be able to stay on the road once he gets hold of your cock.”

Coach Colby was in a dither over Scott. The boy was doing everything but
climbing his frame. He paraded around more than necessary in the locker
room and frequently made it a point to come into his office wearing his
jockstrap, or after his shower with a towel around his waist. Those times
he always took the towel off and dried his hair while he was talking. The
little fucker was flaunting himself, and Coach didn’t know how much longer
he could take it. He had to put a stop to it. Wonderful as it was in that
tiny little room in the men’s club, he had to stand firm. Despite the
fantasies he entertained about him and Scott being together, he had vowed
that it wouldn’t happen. Messing around with one of his players was a huge
no-no. It was actually more than one that he was wrestling over, for he
believed beyond a doubt that something had happened with Sean and Braden
and Cody, although he couldn’t determine in what combination. Then one day
Scott brought the house of cards crashing down and Coach Colby fell victim
to the disaster.
He thought the boys had all gone home and decided to take a shower
and change at school. He was heading over to the university to look up an
old classmate who had called him with the prospect of hunky college student
they could share and he didn’t want to have to drive across town to his
apartment. He locked the door from the inside and stripped off his
clothes. As he grabbed a clean towel off the stack and headed back to the
showers he heard water running. “Dam, when are those kids going to learn
to turnoff the water!” he mumbled. He appeared in the doorway of the shower
and stopped in his tracks. No one had left the water running; the shower
wasn’t empty. There was Scott under the trickling spray.
“Scott! What’re you doing here? I thought everybody was gone.”
“Hey Coach.”
Coach Colby hesitated in the doorway, knowing he should turn and
leave. To enter would spell disaster. But watching the handsome, muscular
athlete lathering his body held him in his tracks; for a moment too long.
“Come on in, the water’s fine, Coach,” the boy said.
“Yeah, it…it looks fine,” Coach said huskily as he moved into the
shower room. It was almost an involuntary movement; he had not told his
feet to move, nor given a command to his legs to carry him. But he was
traversing the short distance between the doorway and the one shower,
heading straight for the boy. By the time he was under the warm spray,
Scott was going to his knees.
“You wanta wait till I wash up?” Coach said as Scott wrapped one
hand around his thigh and the other around his butt, and his face was
tilting toward his manhood.
“No, I wanta taste your sweat,” Scott said as he scooped up his
coach’s thick, rubber cock into his mouth.

It was a few days later and Braden and Sean were the only ones left in the
locker room. They were stripping down after a workout to take a
shower. Their lockers were side by side and Sean bumped into Braden when he
reached for a towel. He stole a quick glance at the guy’s bulging
jockstrap just before he peeled it down. He tore his eyes away and headed
for the shower. Braden came in a moment later and took the shower next to
him. They kept watching each other soap up and rinse off.
“Are we gonna do it?” Sean asked.
“If you still want to,” Braden said.
“We don’t have to.”
“We said we would.”
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt anything, to find out what its like.
Cody sure seemed to like it.”
Neither of them said anything for a moment, but only exchanged
glances; it was as if one was waiting for the other to initiate it.
“Who’s gonna go first?” Sean asked.
“Doesn’t matter, does it, we’re both gonna do it,” said Braden.
There was another quiet hesitation. Suddenly, Sean moved under
Braden’s shower and placed his hand on his hip. Braden reciprocated with a
hand on Sean’s hip. Braden kept his head down, his eyes raking over Sean’s
muscular body as he brought his hand up his side. Sean moved his hand
across Braden’s lower abs and trailed his fingers upward to his chest where
he flattened his hand over his right pec muscle. With that, Braden pressed
himself against him; thighs against thighs, belly against belly, his
manhood touching Sean’s warm, meaty cock. Sean leaned closer and brought
their chests together, and they writhed against each other under the warm
spray of water.
“Fuckin’ muscles feel good,” Sean said hoarsely.
“Yeah, yours, too,” Braden said. He slipped his arms around Sean’s
waist and brought his hands down to clasp his round, hard butt, to pull
tighter together. They pressed and writhed their loins against each other.
“Your butt feels good, too,” he said.
“So do your hands.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Sean said.
“This is not what we were gonna do,” Braden said.
“Feels good, though.”
“Yeah. I didn’t know a guy’s hard muscles could feel as good as a
girl’s body. Maybe better.”
“Careful what you say,” Braden chided him.
“You’ve got great pecs,” Sean told him as he flattened both hands
across his chest and squeezed the hard muscles. “Nice headlights, too,” he
added, squeezing his nipples between his fingers.
“OOOhhhh,” Braden gasped.
“That hurt?”
“No. I didn’t know I had feelings there till those guys were
working me over in the steam room.”
“Yeah, I saw them sucking on your tits like two hungry puppies.”
“I’ll show you…” He leaned down and clamped his mouth over
Braden’s right pec, covered his nipple with his tongue and rotated it in
circles.
“Awwwwhhhhhh…fuck, that feels good,” Braden moaned.
“Now we know what a girl feels like when we suck her tits,” Sean
said as he dragged his tongue across Braden’s broad chest to his other tit.
“Ohhhhh, yeahhhhh, suck it,” Braden gasped as he clasped his hand
around Sean’s head to press his mouth harder against his chest. “Ohh, yeah,
chew on that fucker.”
Sean kept sucking and tonguing the taut nipple till he felt
Braden’s cock coming to life. “I think your tits are hot-wired to your
cock,” he said, pressing his own cock against Braden.
“Feels like my tits are hot-wired to your cock,” Braden said.
They came together again, in tight, from chest to thighs, their
bodies writhing together under the warm shower. They both bent their knees
at the same time then caught themselves.
“I’ll go first,” Sean said. He went down on his haunches in front
of his muscular teammate, sliding his hands down his side, around his taut
butt and down his thighs, till he was face to face with his huge cock.
“Fuck, you’re huge,” he said.
“Think you can handle it?” Braden asked.
“I’m gonna try.” He wrapped his hand around the big cock, unable
to reach his fingers around its girth. He moved his hand up and down the
shaft, stretching the silken sheath tautly back from the head. He eyed the
pulsating meat for a long moment till he found his courage, then opened his
mouth wide and closed it over the swollen cockhead.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” Braden moaned softly, putting his hand on top of
Sean’s head. He guided his head gently back and forth as he watched his
full lips slide up and down the shaft of his cock. He wished he could take
it all, but he was doing great for his first time, taking more than half of
it.
Sean moved his hand up and down the lower half of the thick cock to
form a full stroke as his lips met his fist. The taste wasn’t what he
expected. No taste at all, really; it was more the feel of Braden’s big,
live cock pulsating in his mouth that brought him excitement. The real
taste was the warm precome that boiled out with each stroke, and he liked
it. He hefted Braden’s balls in his other hand. They were big, like a
bull’s, and heavy; fuck, they must be full. He wondered what his come
would taste like. Not that he intended to find out, but the curiosity was
there, nagging to be satisfied. It couldn’t be too bad, the way the fags at
the men’s club slurped it up. Maybe it was good stuff. Fags…it hit him,
then that he was doing the same thing as those “fags” had done. But he
wasn’t gay. This was just experimenting around with a buddy. They were
doing it to each other just to find out what it was like; just one time, to
say they’d done it, and it would never happen again.
“Fuck, man, you are good!” Braden moaned softly.
Sean reared back and looked up at him. “I don’t know if I like
being called a good cocksucker,” he joked.
“You’re no cocksucker. You’re just giving head, just for the hell
of it.” Braden said. “It’s not like we’re gay or anything, like Cody.”
“Yeah, it’s a one time shot,” Sean said.
“Speaking of shooting…I don’t suppose you’re gonna take my load,
are you?” Braden asked.
“Are you gonna take mine?” Sean asked.
He thought for a moment before he replied. “I don’t know if I can,”
he said. Then he added, “Yeah…yeah, I’ll do it if you will.”
“I don’t know if I can either,” Sean said. “We’ll have to wait till
the time comes.”
“The way you’re chewing on my cock, it won’t be long,” Braden said.
Sean went back to work, surprised that in the back of his mind, he
didn’t want Braden to go off right away. Not that he didn’t want to be
faced with the decision of whether to take his load; heaven help him, he
sort of liked sucking his cock and he loved the feel of the big wrestler’s
muscles in his hands. All the times he had secretly admired Braden’s
muscles, he never understood why till now.
“Hey, buddy, if you want to finish me off, don’t stop, I’m getting
close,” Braden said huskily.
Sean tightened up a little inside but kept up the steady pace with
his mouth sliding back and forth on Braden’s cock. He was hard; awfully
hard. So hard, Sean could feel the blood about to burst through the veins
networking around the shaft.
“Fuckin’ close, man,” Braden said.
Sean tensed at the ready, undecided whether he would let Braden
shoot in his mouth or if he would get off at the last second. He wanted to
take him off, but the thought of getting a mouthful of semen scared him.
“Here is comes!” Braden announced as he thrust his cock hard into
Sean’s mouth.
Sean hesitated then quickly reared back, a split second before
Braden’s cock exploded, sending powerful ropes come all over his face. The
stuff was hot, and thick enough to cling to his face. He tilted his face to
the side to be whitewashed by the spurting semen. It splattered on his
face, in his ear, in his hear and all over his neck and shoulder, not
counting the spurts that shot out past him, landing with soft splats on the
wet floor.
Braden reached up with his hand to cling to the showerhead to
steady himself, his legs shaking. As his legs began to give way he leaned
forward against Sean’s body and his cock came to rest on his shoulder.
“Dam, where did that come from?” Sean exclaimed, as he began to
wipe the come from his shoulder and neck. As he started to raise up, Braden
helped him and once more they were face to face, their bodies smashed
together for support.
“You fuckin’ come like a horse,” Sean said, making another swipe at
the come all over his face.
“Shit, my legs are so weak I can’t stand up,” Braden said as he
leaned back and slid down the tile wall to his haunches.
Sean squatted down on his haunches beside him.
“That was fuckin’ incredible,” Braden said. “As good as any of
those guys at that men’s club.”
“I don’t like being compared to those guys,” Sean said.
“Sorry.”
“Sorry I couldn’t do it–take your load–I’ll do it next time,”
Sean said.
Braden looked at him with a surprised grin. “There’s gonna be a
next time?” he asked.
“No, I…I didn’t exactly mean it that way. I told you I didn’t
know if I could do it.”
“Its okay. I don’t know if I can either.”
“You don’t have to. We ought to get out of here,” Sean said as he
shoved himself up the wall to his feet.
“You don’t want me to do you?” Braden asked.
“I didn’t figure you would want to, now that you’ve shot your
load.”
“I said I would,” Braden said.
“I know. But you don’t have to do it right now,” Sean said as he
offered his hand to pull Braden to his feet.
“Okay, I owe you,” Braden said.

The four boys were at Marie’s Pizza Place, the first time the four boys had
gotten together outside of school since the big wrestling meet. The
conversation naturally came around to the meet and their stay in the men’s
club.
“I got my ass chewed out by the coach big time over that night,”
Sean said.
“For what?
“For not keeping a close eye on Cody. He came to our room and I
wasn’t there. He went looking for me and couldn’t find me.”
“Yeah, me, too,” Braden said.
Scott looked at them with a bewildered scowl.
“What?” Sean asked.
“Coach never left the room the entire night.”
“What? Are you sure, Scott? Maybe he left when you were asleep,”
Braden said.
“Yeah, why would he lie about coming to check on us?” Sean asked.
“I don’t know. All I now is he didn’t leave the room till the next
morning when we were getting ready to leave. But there is one question
that’s hanging over us that nobody’s asked,” Scott said.
“What’s that?” Cody asked.
“How many of us got our cocks sucked in that place?” he asked in a
quiet tone.
Cody was the only one who showed any reaction; a rather nervous
one. Braden and Sean sat with deadpan expressions.
“Would that be unanimous?” Scott joked.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Sean hissed.
“Oh, come on. The place was full of hungry fags and four teenage
wrestlers come walking in and we’re all going to sit here with straight
faces and deny that anything happened? Especially you, Braden. You were on
your own; you had free run of the place.”
Nobody said anything.
“Would that be unanimous?” Scott joked.
“I plead the fifth,” Braden said jokingly. They all laughed but all
eyes were on him, waiting for more. “Okay, I got groped a couple of times,”
he admitted.
“That’s it? Groped? You can grope yourself,” Scott joked. “You
can tell us, man. You got your cock sucked, didn’t you?”
Braden hesitated then nodded. “Yeah,” he said, trying to conceal
the smile that was coming across his face.
“I knew it!” Scott exclaimed. “Tell us about it.”
“What’s to tell? Some guy gave me head. End of story.”
“Wait a minute,” Sean said, looking at Scott with a scowl. “You
asked how many of us got our cocks sucked the club. You were including
yourself in that remark. How did you manage to get away from the Coach?”
Braden asked.
“Yeah, you said he never left the room,” Sean put in.
Scott looked down at his hands, trying to keep a smile from coming
across his lips. But finally, he couldn’t hold it. “Who says I managed to
get away from the coach?”
It took a moment before it soaked in. The other three boys gaped
at him; Cody being the last to catch on.
“What’re you saying?” Sean asked in disbelief.
“You’re telling us you…you never left the room….and…?” Braden
didn’t finish.
Scott just smiled.
“You wanta eat pizza or knuckles?” Braden threatened. “Talk to
us.”
Suddenly, the light came on for Cody. “W-Wait a minute, are you
saying you had sex w-with the C-Coach?” Cody stammered.
Scott looked at Braden, still with the sly smile.
“Geezusss!” Braden gasped.
“Fuck, I don’t believe it,” Sean said.
“Suit yourself,” Scott said with a shrug.
The other three boys looked at each other warily.
“What about you guys?” Scott went on. “I heard you all ended up
spending most of the night together; all three of you packed in that little
bed like sardines.” He waited but none of the other three spoke up. “Come
on, I came clean,” he said.
“Okay,” Braden said, tightlipped. “Us together, and us with about a
dozen other guys in the steam room.”
“Oh, and there was the blackout party,” Cody put in.
Their pizza arrived and there was a short reprieve from the
conversation that still had the boys reeling.
“Yeah, Coach and I checked out the steam room, too,” Scott
admitted.
“Coach took you to the steam room!? He told us all to stay out of
the steam room.”
“Nothing happened. Things were just beginning to heat up when
Coach decided we should leave. It was early in the morning and we had to
get showered and dressed to leave.”
“Dam, he racked my ass for not keeping a close eye on Cody, and
he’s fucking around with one of his athletes,” Sean said.
“Hey, I gotta ask…all three of you guys slept in the same bunk.
What happened?” Scott asked, looking at each one in turn. None of them said
anything for a minute, then Cody spoke up.
“It might come as a shock to you…well, not to Braden and Sean,
but to you, Scott…I’m gay.”
Scott slowly lifted his head, his lips tight. “So am I,” he
admitted.
Scott looked at Sean and Braden.
“Straight,” Braden said.
“Straight,” said Sean.
“But you don’t mind having gay sex,” Scott said.
“I don’t know about Braden, but my dick don’t know a girl’s mouth
from a guy’s,” Sean said.
“Mine can’t tell the difference between a guy’s ass and a pussy,”
Braden put in.
“Well, I guess all our cards are on the table,” Scott said.
“Not quite,” said Braden.
“What do you mean?” asked Scott.
“You and Coach Colby…you never left the room. How’d it turn out
between you?”
Scott looked down, a concerned look.
“You have to promise never to say a word to anybody. Not ever; not
to a soul.”
Braden raised his right hand. So did Sean and Cody.
“Well, I already told you I’m gay. He, uh…we….let’s just say we
mixed it up.”
“No shit. You mean, he…the Coach is gay?”
Scott didn’t reply. He didn’t have to with words. His eyes said it
all.
“Son-of-a-bitch!” Scott swore. “He reams my ass for not watching
out for Cody, and he’s fucking around with Scott.”
“Hey, you guys have to promise you won’t say anything,” Scott said.
“Hell, we’re not going to say anything,” Braden said.
“So, now that all the horses are out of the barn…maybe we could,
uh, all get together sometime,” Cody said eagerly.
“Why not?” Braden said.
“Sure, why not?” said Sean.

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It was Friday night and Braden was staying over at Sean’s house after they
dropped their dates off. Sean’s parents were out of town for the weekend
and the two boys tried to get the girls to go back to his house but they
wouldn’t do it.
“We took the wrong girls out this weekend,” Braden said. “We should
have asked Cathy and Jennifer out, they would have gone with us in a
heartbeat.”
“I didn’t know my parents were going to be gone till yesterday,”
Sean said.
“Oh well, I’ve got something else I need to take care of anyway,”
Braden said.
“Do you want me to take you someplace?” Sean asked.
“No, we’ve got all night – all weekend, for that matter – I can
take care of it at your place,” Braden said with a sly grin.
“Oh. Okay. Is it what I’m thinking?”
“What’re you thinking?” Braden asked.
“Well, you said you owed me,” Sean said. “But you don’t owe me
anything. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. It won’t change
anything one way or the other, will it, if you do or don’t?”
“No, except it would be hanging over my head that I didn’t keep a
promise,” Braden said.
“It wasn’t a promise. Hell, it was just a…we were fucking around,
that’s all.”
“I said I would do it. You did.”
“Would you hold it against me if I hadn’t?”
“No.”
“Okay then.”
“Just drive,” Braden said.
“You want to get it over with, huh?” “No,
actually…I’m…curious,” Braden said. “Everybody who’s done it seems to
enjoy it a lot. Even you didn’t seem to mind it all that much.”
“It was okay once I started. It was no big deal, till you drowned
me with that horse load.”
Up in Sean’s room they were undressing, eyeing each other with
something besides the casualness of the locker room. Braden stretched out
on the bed in briefs.
“I have to take a piss, then wash up,” Sean said. When he came back
he turned on the stereo.
“Some mood music?” Braden joked.
Sean laughed. He noticed that Braden had removed his shorts. Sean
set his knee in the mattress, up close to Braden’s head, as if he were
offering his cock to him.
“That’s a fuckin big hunk of meat,” Braden said as he reached for
it.
“No bigger than yours. Not as big, I don’t think,” Sean said.
“I guess it looks bigger because I’m the one on the receiving end.”
“Look, maybe it would be easier if we did this together,” Sean
said.
“Together? How do you mean.”
“We both do it at the same time,” Sean said.
“A sixty-nine?” Braden asked with a surprised smile.
“Yeah. If you want to.”
“Hell, yes, but…that’s gonna make it two to one, in my favor,”
Braden said.
“I didn’t know we were keeping score. It was just an idea.”
“Hell, I’m all for it if you are,” Braden said.
Sean crawled atop his teammate, straddling his head and leaned over
his body so he was face to face with his rising cock
“Fuck, this is gonna be great,” Braden said as he reached for
Sean’s cock to guide it to his mouth.
It was a long night. Braden shocked Sean by not only taking his
load in his mouth, but swallowing it. He had no choice but to do the
same. Not that he minded; he just needed the impetus to follow his
teammate’s lead. They were lying side-by-side, chests heaving for air.
“Dam, what’d we just do?” Sean said, laughing.
“Whatever it was, I think we would qualify as gay in most people’s
eyes,” Braden said.
“You feel gay?” Sean asked.
“No, I feel like I’m gonna be sick from the taste of come.”
“I’ll get us something to wash it down,” Sean said as he climbed
off the bed. He went to the kitchen and came back with two Pepsis. He
handed one to Braden. “Here, this ought to cut the taste.”
But it didn’t end there. It was mid-May, barely three weeks from
graduation, and they were driving back from a neighboring town where they
had spent the day at the lake, teasing and ogling the girls, and sneaking
beer out of the cooler when nobody was looking. Sean pulled into the county
park in search of a restroom. He drove for a couple of miles through the
wooded park before he found an outhouse. They stood side by side at the two
urinals in the dim light from the pole light outside. Sean was unsteady on
his feet and Braden put his hand on his shoulder to steady him at the
urinal.
“Watch it, you’re gonna piss all over your shoes,” he joked.
“You know what we oughta do? We oughta go someplace and fuck,” Sean
said.
“Got anybody in mind?” Braden asked.
“You. Me. Each other.”
Braden stared at him, a disbelieving smile on his face.
“Are you serious?” Braden asked.
“If you are.”
“I’m not the one who said it,” Braden said.
“Actually, we wouldn’t have to go anyplace. We’re out here in the
dark ass end of nowhere; the picnic table out is well hidden by trees.”
“The park patrol might come snooping around, though,” Braden said
as they left the outhouse.
“Hell, the park patrol is probably doing what we’re gonna be
doing,” Sean scoffed.
“Geezuss, how much did you have to drink?” Braden said, laughing.
“Enough that I’m fuckin’ horny as hell, and still curious about a
lot of shit that happened at that men’s club….”
“We should have stayed a little longer at the lake and worked on
those girls,” Braden said.
“Or those two guys who were ogling us,” Sean said, laughing.
“They were just being friendly,” Braden said.
“Friendly, my ass. The one guy couldn’t keep his eyes above your
waist. His eyes were like a couple of magnets following you every time you
got up and moved around. Shit, he was ready to bury is face in your swim
suit right there in front of everybody.”
“Well, we should’ve picked them up.”
“But we didn’t,” Sean said.
“Yeah…so here we are…out here…and you saying you want to get
fucked.”
“I said we,” Sean reminded him.
“Okay, we.”
“So are you saying okay?” Sean asked.
There was a long pause.
“Aw, hell, let’s blame it on the beer and forget it,” Sean said.
“No…no, I, uh…I’ll do it,” Braden said bravely. He laughed
softly. “Fuck, I don’t believe I said that, but you gotta wonder, or I
have, what its all about…you know…what Cody was moaning and groaning
about when all those guys were fucking him.”
“I expect that would make anybody groan, having a big, stiff cock
shoved up your ass,” Sean said.
“He wasn’t moaning from pain,” Braden pointed out. “He was liking
it.”
“So, who goes first?” Sean asked.
“You mean who fucks first or who gets fucked first?”
“Does it matter, if we’re both going to do it?” Braden asked.
Sean hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and shoved
them down. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He took them off and laid
them on the table. Then he laid back across the table. “I’ll go first,”
he said as he lifted his legs up and spread them out wide.
“Fuck, man,” Braden swore under his breath as he shoved his shorts
down. He too, was naked underneath, and his cock was already fluffing
out. “We don’t have any lube,” he said.
“Spit,” Sean said.
Braden spit in his hand and rubbed it in the wide crack of Sean’s
ass, then did it again and slicked up his cock.
“You know this is fuckin’ gonna hurt,” he said as he pulled his
cock to a full hardon.
“You, too,” Sean said.
“Yeah.”
“But somewhere up in there, there’s a feel good spot, otherwise…”
“I’ll try to find it,” Braden said.
Sean wasn’t so sure he would. He braced himself when he felt the
heat of Braden’s cock pressing against his hole, and took a deep breath,
barely before Braden shoved his cock through his hole. His outcry barely
came out; he swallowed it, then put his forearm over his mouth. Tears came
to his eyes, and he was about to tell him to stop, but he didn’t want to
sound like a pussy. He was the one who suggested it, he couldn’t back out.
“You okay?” Braden asked when he was several inches in.
“Fuck, no,” Sean hissed.
“Want me to stop? Please don’t tell me to stop,” Braden said.
Sean winced with pain. “Keep going. You haven’t found the feel
good spot yet,” he gasped. Braden shoved a couple more inches in him.
“Shit, how much more is there?” he whined.
“I don’t think you wanta know that,” Braden said.
“How much?” he asked again.
“About half of it,” Braden told him.
“Aww, shit, I can’t…AAAAwwwggghhhh!” he cried out in pain as he
was suddenly completely impaled on his teammates huge cock. He quickly put
his hand over his mouth to stifle more outcries. He’d never felt such pain
in his life. Goddd, he couldn’t do it. He had to stop. “Ohh, fuck, man,”
he moaned. But Braden had a firm grip around his thighs, pulling their
bodies tightly together. He held them till Sean stopped shaking. He didn’t
bother asking if he was okay, now, or if he wanted him to stop or keep
going. He started fucking him.
Sean gasped out loud again as the big cock was withdrawn then
shoved back in him. He clung to the side of the picnic table; the rough
boards of the table were scraping into his back.
“Goddam, you’re tight. And hot, and so fuckin’ alive in there,”
Braden said hoarsely.
“You could make a mare tight with that horse cock of yours,” Sean
said. “Oh…ohhhhhh…Awwwhhhh.”
“What’s the matter?” Braden asked.
“You found it,” Sean whispered. “Oh, fuck, man, you found the spot!
Ohhh, fuck…Awwww…Awwww, fuck…fuck…fuck me, buddy…fuck me.”
The park patrol officer stood hidden behind a big tree, stroking
his own cock while he took it all in. It wasn’t the first time; he’d
watched many such shows in his ten years at the park, but this was the most
erotic thing he’d ever seen. And it presented so many possibilities. He
watched till the boy shot his load all over his buddy. He thought they
would get dressed and leave, and he was ready to make his appearance, but
instead, they sat, still naked, on the picnic table.
“You know I’m not offering to let you off the hook this time,” Sean
said.
“I wasn’t expecting you to,” Braden said.
“We can postpone it for awhile if you want to. You shot your load,
you might not feel horny enough to want to do it.”
“No, I wanta do it, now, tonight,” Braden said.
“And get it over with?”
“That and I’m curious about that feel good spot that made you go
nuts. It must be something, the way you suddenly forgot all about it
hurting.”
“You won’t believe it,” Sean said.
The officer watched as the boys traded places, the bigger one
stretched out on the table while the other one fucked him. He jacked off
and shot a second load. But still, they didn’t get dressed and leave. He
waited and watched and listened.
“You know, this gay thing…I’m beginning to wonder what its all
about,” Sean said.
Braden laughed. “You need me to draw you a picture of what its all
about? We’ve pretty much been doing it.”
“Do you think we’re turning gay?” Sean asked. “I mean, I liked
getting fucked, after the initial pain. And I gotta admit, I sort of liked
sucking your cock, especially when we sixty-nined.”
“I’m not saying I minded it that much, either,” Braden admitted.
“I wonder when you know, if you’re gay.”
“I don’t know, I guess we could ask Cody, or Scott.”
“No, I don’t want to bring them into it…it’s…,” Sean said.
“It’s what?” Braden asked.
“I was gonna say…it’s too special.”
Their heads were turned, facing each other but Braden quickly
turned away.
“You feel it, too,” Sean said.
“I just…feel good when I’m with you,” Braden said, without
looking back around.
They sat for a long, quiet moment, gazing out into the night
“We don’t have to put a label on it, do we?” Sean said.
“No.”
They waited through another long pause.
“What would you say if I told you I want you to fuck me again?”
Sean asked quietly.
“I would say bend over the table.”
“You don’t have to let me fuck you. I just want it again. I want
to see if it’s as good as I thought,” Sean said as he stepped down and went
around to the end of the table and bent over.

After excusing the four boys from practice, Coach went to his office. They
were taking off their singlets to shower when Braden stopped, with his
singlet hanging from his waist. Sean was already down to his jockstrap and
his socks but he paused when he saw Braden stop undressing. Cody and Scott
paused, looking at the two bigger wrestlers.
“What?” Cody asked with a bewildered look.
“I say we put all our cards on the table. Or rather, on Coach’s
desk.”
“Now?” Sean asked quietly.
“Now,” the other replied in unison.
They looked at each other, uneasy but daring. Then together, they
walked into the coach’s office. He looked up and watched them come in and
stand around his desk.
“Looks like you’ve got something on your minds, guys. What’s up?”
he asked.
“We, uh…got to talking over pizza last night, about the night of
the blizzard, and….well, stories started coming out and….we sort of
compared notes,” Braden said.
There was an uneasy pause as they waited to see who would speak
next.
“Yeah, seems like we all pretty much ended up in the same boat, one
way or another,” Cody said.
“Yeah,” Sean said, laughing softly. “I guess we all did pretty much
what you told us not to do.”
Scott stood with his eyes downcast, as if he were afraid to look
Coach in the eye, wanting to avoid the look of betrayal that was sure to be
there.
“You approached all of us, so now it’s our turn to approach you,
Coach,” Braden said boldly.
“I don’t think we should talk about this now, not in the locker
room,” Coach said in a hoarsely nervous tone.
“You name the place, Coach,” Sean said. “Maybe we could go to your
apartment and talk it out.”
“Is there that much to say?” Braden asked. “We’re all here, our
cards have been laid on the table, I say we bolt the locker room door from
the inside and…” He let his words trail off as he dropped his hand over
the front of singlet, innocently brushing over the big bulge there. He
could see Scott’s jockstrap beginning to tent, and Sean’s and Cody’s
singlets were looking pretty full.
Coach swallowed, a gulp so loud that everyone could hear it.
“Want me to get the door?” Cody asked in a timid voice but anxious
to pick up the momentum.
Coach hesitated then stood up. “I’ll get the door. You boys go
ahead back to the showers. I’ll join you in a minute.”
The boys obediently left his office and finished stripping down and
headed back to the showers.
“Do you think he’ll come back, or do you think we just signed our
death warrants?” Sean remarked.
“He’ll come back,” Scott said.
They heard the metallic clank of the bolt being shoved in.
“Shit, that sounded like the doors of Alcatraz going shut,” Braden
joked.
“I guess we’ll see in a couple of minutes,” Sean said as he was
turning on his shower. When the temperature was adjusted, he stepped over
and turned on the shower next to him.
A moment later, Coach appeared at the shower entrance, naked. They
gaped at him, for it was rare that any of the boys ever saw him naked. He
hung his towel on a hook outside the showers and strode under a shower
beside Sean that was already running for him.
“Just a reminder…everything that happens in the locker room,
stays in the locker room,” he said.
“Yes, sir, Coach,” the boys replied in unison.

It was the day before graduation and Sean and Braden were walking down the
street, heading for Seno’s to try on their tuxedos for the big dance. They
were still talking about the orgy in the showers with Coach Colby. Suddenly
an official car pulled into a parking spot and an officer got out.
“Boys,” he called out.
They stopped. Braden noticed that the vehicle had the emblem of
the county parks division on the odor.
“What’s up?” he greeted the officer.
The officer was pulling out a small notebook from his pocket. He
slipped several pages then studied a page. I’ve got a license number here,
MA6287, does that belong to either one of you boys?”
“Yes, sir, it’s mine,” Sean said, his voice a little shaky as he
imagined what it was all about.
“I acquired this number on the night of May 10th out at the county
park,” the man said, eyeing the two boys. “Do you boys remember being out
there that night?”
They both thought a moment, both knowing full well what was coming.
“We might have been, I don’t keep close track of everyplace I go,”
Braden said.
“If I reminded you of a certain, well-concealed picnic area, poorly
lit, but lit well enough to see if you happen to be up close enough, which
I was. I saw two young studs naked on the picnic table back there. Just
wondering if it might have been you two boys.”
Their faces were turning red by now. Sean was trying frantically
trying to come up with something, but he knew it was hopeless; they had
been seen.
“Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble,” the officer said. “I would
just like for the two of you to drive out to the park some night and we can
talk about it. Say, tomorrow night?”
“We’re graduating tomorrow night,” Sean said.
“All right, the next night.”
They looked at each other, helplessness in their expressions.
“Yes, sir, I guess we could do that,” Sean said.
The officer looked at Braden.
“Yes, sir, I’ll be there,” Braden said.
“Looks like we’ve got ourselves in a bind,” Sean said when the
officer walked away.
“It won’t be so bad. He’s sort of a hunk,” Braden said.
“Listen, I met these two guys at that men’s club…we passed them
as we were leaving,” Sean began.
“Yeah, I remember. An older guy, really built, and a younger guy
about our age.”
“Oh, so you noticed.”
“Yeah, I noticed. What about them?”
“That was a dad and his son.”
“What!”
“Yeah, they were father and son.”
“What kind of father takes his son to a gay men’s club?”
“A gay father with a straight son,” Sean said.
“You said you met them…?”
“Yeah, they invited me to their room. They pretty much turned me
every way but loose.”
“Meaning?”
“They showed me everything.”
“Meaning?”
“Everything we’ve done together they showed me first,” Sean said.
“They. You’re saying the kid had sex with his dad?”
“They pretty much concentrated on me but yeah, they do have sex
together. I’ve got their phone number and address. They want me to call
them. Would you be interested?”
“Fuck, yeah. How hot is that, a guy having sex with his son? Fuck
yeah, I’m interested.”

The End

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