Swimmer-Coach Chapter 6 By Larry (Laetuseros@aol.com) Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)
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A SWIMMER AND HIS COACH Chapter 6
We left the last chapter with Rocky going to pick me up in his jalopy at about 8:30 pm to join the entire swim team and our followers for a celebration at the local hangout, Paglio's Restaurant.
Feeling a bit adventurous, I dressed in my tightest faded blue jeans, a nice tight t-shirt, and white sneakers. I had waxed my hair so it stood up, with just the front coming down on my forehead. My younger brother saw me primping, and commented that I looked. "Damn Hot, man!" I thanked him and clumped noisily down the stairs and out to meet Rocky.
As I came out the kitchen door, Rocky pulled up in his 50's Plymouth coupe. I jumped in and we headed up the escarpment to Paglio's. Rocky kept looking at me. He finally grabbed my knee with his free hand and squeezed tight. "Man, you look so hot! Are those Levi's painted on? Are you wearing underwear, I can see the outline of your cock!" I smirked and looked at his wonderful grinning face. His eyes flashed and if we hadn't pulled into the restaurant parking lot, I do think he would have tried to jump me.
We parked and piled out. "Well, I dressed with you in mind. You like?" He was about two steps behind me. "Damn straight, Wow, your ass sure fills those blue jean nice. You're going to get fucked for sure, tonight." He came up to me on my left, put his arm around my shoulder as we both entered the restaurant. Those already there sent up a cheer as we entered the main dining room, and Coach warmly greeted us and pointed out two empty chairs.
"My two best swimmers have arrived. The team is all here, so we should start eating. Enjoy! Mongiare!" The iced pitchers of Coca Cola were served, followed by 18-inch pans of pizza. As fast as the pizzas appeared, they vanished down hungry mouths. These pizzas were terrific; green peppers, onions, olives, dried tomatoes, mushrooms, chunks of spicy sausage, slices of pimento, pepperoni, some with salty anchovies, with just the right amount of cheese to hold it on the wonderful thick crust.
The stuffing of pizza wound down, with Papa Paglio checking out the tables and assuring himself that we were all stuff to the gills. Coach called for our attention. "May I have your attention, please? I want to tell you all something exciting. Our elite team has been invited to visit the Ohio State Swim Team at Columbus." Cheers and whoops filled the restaurant, tables were pounded, feet stomped. "Come on, calm down! We are to leave next Friday by bus and stay overnight on campus in the dorms. We'll return Sunday night. This is all due to our team beating the state champs today. Doctor Lee, head of the OSU swim program wants to look you all over. He's heard about Rocky's power stroke, and Larry's skill as anchorman in the medleys. He wants to see it for himself. Some of you others, like Carl will be under scrutiny as well. This is a tremendous opportunity for our elite team to show the state, what hard work and perseverance will do. Congratulations to you all!" He sat down, and the bedlam started.
Papa Paglio came round to congratulate us. We were his special boys, no matter if it was swimming, baseball, football, or wrestling that we participated in. He loved sports and he loved having us young teen jocks in his restaurant. His two sons, Frank and John, were part of the wrestling, football group. The were about 5 foot 10 inches in height, had 46 inch shoulders and 32 inch waist lines, with massive thighs of power. I especially took a liking to Frankie. His classic Italian good looks always wore a big white-toothed grin. He was mister personality around school, and he showed a lot of affection for me. He had approached me several times. The last time he approached me, I was at my locker. He came over and put an arm on each side of me, and leaned up close. His face was right in mine. I was looking into his black lashed deep blue eyes, I smelled his sweet warm breath, his tongue licked his lips. Softly he spoke, "I hope you do well on Friday's meet. John and I will be cheering for you guys. Maybe we could go out after the meet?'
"Hey, Frankie, that would be great, but you know Coach keeps a tight rein on his guys. I'll see if I can get away to spend some time with you and John." He dropped his arms and stepped back letting me move away.
"Yeah, okay, let us know. Papa keeps asking for his best artist. He keeps wanting to know why you don't come round more often." I knew as I watched him walk away that he felt hurt at my vague answer. I knew what would happen if Rocky ever found out about me going with someone outside the elite team. I didn't want my ass paddled and bruised. Well, something more I had to figure out. I walked to my next class mentally reviewing options.
"You ready for algebra?" brought me back to the real world. It was Rocky walking next to me asking. I broke out of my mental pondering enough to mumble, "Yeah, I am. I think I'll remember all you told me. Thanks!" We entered the classroom together, finding chairs along side each other, surrounded with other elite team members. Mr. Sparks passed out review questionnaires and we spent the next 45 minutes working out problems.
After class dismissed, Rocky came up and asked what was bothering me. It wasn't good having problems before a meet. I told him about my conversation with Frank Paglio. He was quiet for a few moments. "I didn't know you were close with Frank. You never mentioned anything about it. How close you with those two?"
I smiled, "Not sexually, it all started with me drawing on a napkin at the restaurant. Mama saw it and took it to Papa. He thought I was a reincarnation of Michelangelo. After awhile, I started bringing in drawings, then oil paintings. Some of the stuff hanging on the walls are my Italian scenes I painted for Mama. They sort of adopted me as another son."
"Shit, Larry, I had no idea you were an artist!" His hand grasped my shoulder and he turned me to face him. "Obviously, there is a lot about you that I/we don't know about. We got to talk more lately. See you at practice." Rocky jogged down the hall to his next class, and I went to my English literature class.
After English I made my way down to the locker room, stripped, placed my clothes in the locker and went to shower down, and grab a towel to wrap around my waist as I walked between the locker room and the pool area. The maintenance guys had finally fixed the filter system, but coach still insisted we swim naked at practice. I threw my towel against the wall, noticing that a couple of guys were already swimming their warm up laps. I walked to the edge of the pool, and slipped into the water. It was great being able to swim in a pool with no wave action. The pool had been constructed so that the water was even with the gutter, so that waves washed over the lip of the gutter and went down the drain, thus causing no back splash.
I was lost in that mental area you fall into at about the tenth lap and your body goes on automatic and you just keep going lap after lap, not thinking anything but keeping your stroke in a nice rhythm and your feet propelling you through the water. I was concentrating on my turns keeping it smooth and tight, using the wall to push off and glide into my stroke. It was sloppy turns that got most swimmers in trouble. You could lose precious seconds by not doing it properly. It could be the difference between winning and coming in second. In my subconscious I heard a whistle blowing. Without thinking I came to the edge and in a smooth continuance of movement lifted up out of the water and stood dripping. My mind came out of that mental area and I again heard sounds around me. Coach was talking.
I listened to Coach as I wiped the water from my body with my hands. "Okay, I want you guys to keep loose. Friday's meet will be a piece of cake, but thinking like that could get us in a lot of trouble. Keep focused on your technique, put everything else out of your minds. I want you all to use those plugs at Fridays meet, so pick one up after Thursday practice and wear it all day Friday. Okay, now here's today's practice line up." We formed up medley teams and went through the usual practice, Coach and Rocky screaming at us for infractions of technique; whistle blown when Jody got pissed off at someone. It was over and I headed for the showers to wash off the chlorine. Jody's hand grasped me firmly on the bicep and I spun round to face him. "You seem like you're off somewhere else. You did well at practice, but you seem to be pondering something, so out with it. What's bugging you?" He pulled me into his office and sat me down in a chair facing his desk. I sat there, silent, just watching him move that beautiful body into his chair behind the desk. He picked up a pencil and started playing with it. "Okay, it's private now, so tell me what you are spaced out about."
I swallowed, licked my lips and then told him. "I don't like being secluded from my friends, just because I'm on the elite team. Frank Paglio stopped me in the hall, sixth period and asked me to go out with him and his brother. Their family has sort of adopted me as another son, and Papa asked why I hadn't been around more. He sent Frank to ask."
Coach dropped the pencil onto the desk. Classic move. "How come I didn't see that when we celebrated there last Friday? I didn't know you felt this way. Have you talked with Rocky? What do you want to do, be an elite team member or have friends that don't understand you are in training? Have you told them you are in training to be a college swimming star? I thought you were excited to be a member of the elite team. Are you having second thoughts? I don't understand what your problem is, just tell them you're in training and you'll see them after swim season is over!"
"Shit Coach, you talk like its nothing. What question do I answer first?" I sat with my arms on my thighs, looking down at the floor. I heard Coach get up out of his chair. He came around in front of me and told me to stand up. I did. He hugged me to him. His hands slid from my bare waist to grasp each cheek of my ass. My cock pressed tight against his suit cover crotch. His hands massaged my ass cheeks. "You are going to learn priorities. You have the makings of an Olympic champion, but you're going to be asked to sacrifice a lot of the things you used to do and people you know. There is no choice here, the wheels are turning and you are going forward. Tell Papa and Frank that you are in training, that it means the difference between a scholarship to Ohio State or no college education." His hand came up and pressed my head into his meaty pecs. He kissed the top of my head, and pushed me out from him. "Now go wash off the chlorine and get dressed. Your team members are probably waiting for you." He turned back to his desk as I walked from his office.
Well, I had an answer for the Paglio's. Whether it was the right one, I wasn't sure. Did I want to give up my friends? Well, the elite team was filled with studs and they were sure friendly enough, but could they replace those I grew up with? More thinking, more growing up to do.
Rocky was waiting in the showers for me, hot water streaming over his hunk body. He was soaping his predacious pleasure rod and looking up at me through those heavy eyebrows of his...a grin on his face. "So, you talk with Coach?" More sudsy cock washing, his hand stroking his hard rod from base to knob as he waited my answer. His hand slid over the swollen glans and he shuddered in the pleasure it brought to him.
I turned on the showerhead next to his. I stuck my head under the stream of hot water and rinsed my body. I took a bar of soap and started rubbing my body with it. "Yeah, I talked with Jody, so?" I was now rubbing soap on my ass cheek, looking at him, licking my lips.
"Here, let me help you with that." I turned and he started to rub that soap along my back and down my ass cheeks. I felt the side of his hand slip into and down between my firm butt cheeks and onto the back of my thighs. He told me to bend forward. I did and he soaped my ass and thrust a soapy finger into my anus. He hooked his finger inside, and asked, "How's that feel, good huh?"
"Your answer to everything is a piece of ass. You're so fucking shallow, Rocky!" It slipped out of my mouth and I knew I'd said the wrong thing. His finger pulled out of my ass. I waited for it and I wasn't disappointed.
"Yeah, my answer is a good piece of ass, yours! You have certain commitments to this team and I am here to make sure you keep them and uphold your part of the bargain. You have a scholarship riding on how you behave yourself. I intend to make sure you get what you deserve. I am telling, not asking, put your hands on the wall, lean out and spread those legs of yours!" I obeyed without question.
Rocky grasped my hips in his hands, place the swollen head of his cock at my ass pucker and thrust his hips forward. His cock burned its way into my rectum. Shit, it hurt. I had tears in my eyes. He buried his huge cock up my ass and then ripped it all the way out, and thrust right back in to the hilt, his bare pubic bone tight to my ass cheeks. He was rough, a side I had only seen once before when he punish fucked Andy at my initiation.
As he worked my ass, he grunted his displeasure with my attitude. My cock started to fill and harden. His occasional thrust rubbed my prostate and my cock dripped pre cum as he slapped against me in a steady rhythm. Between each thrust of his hips, he gave me his thoughts on my attitude. "You - will - learn - to - be - a - team - player - or - I -will - fuck - you - into - submission!" He pulled his cock out of my ass, and spun me round to face him. "Understand that if I can't do it, I'll have every guy on the team fuck you till your ass hole is raw and beg our forgiveness." He pushed me to my knees. His slippery juice covered cock slapped my cheeks and rubbed across my lips, under my nose. His hand pulled my head toward his extended prick. No way out of this, I opened my mouth and he filled it with his cock, thrusting deep until I choked and he held it there till I ran out of air and was about ready to black out. He withdrew his shaft from my throat and just the head rested on my lower lip. "You understand me, you little shithead?" He pushed me away hard and I sprawled out on the wet tile floor of the showers.
He was looking down at my displayed body, my semi hard cock laying on a thigh. He looked angry. "I don't ever want to be like this with you again. You do what Coach told you and you stay within our group till swim season is over. That was your commitment, you will honor it or we will all beat the living shit out of you!" He rinsed off and left to towel dry and get dressed. I picked myself up off the floor and stood under the hot water. I sure had something new to think about. What the hell was this?
By the time I got back to my locker, Rocky had gone and the locker room was empty. I started to pull on my clothes. Just as I finished, a heard a sound, turned and saw Carl standing near me.
"Rocky talk to you? Make no mistake, he meant every word. We will all beat your ass if you even try to socialize outside the group. Larry, this is too important to all of us to have any one of us violate our commitment. You want to go out for a coke and talk?" He stood fidgeting waiting for an answer.
"Yeah, Carl, I think I'd like that. Will you go with me to Paglio's so I can tell them I won't be around as much, till swim season is over." I picked up my gym bag and looked at Carl.
Carl grinned, "Yeah, I'd like that. Then maybe you can come to my place and hang out some." We left the locker room like to old long lost buddies. My mind was completely blank, no problems to think about.
Papa and Frank took the news well. They understood that training was important. I felt Frank knew the score well, but wouldn't let Papa know what was really happening. Papa hugged me, kissed my cheek, and told me to train well. Carl was mollified by that action, and Frank slugged him in the arm, "Ain't you ever seen your Papa express his love?" I left the restaurant feeling much better in that it was all over.
We went directly to Carl's home. He introduced me to his mother, then we went up to his room. He had what I thought was a huge bedroom. He closed the door and started to remove his shirt, shoes and socks. He looked at me, smiled and said, "Hey, its okay, get comfortable!" He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off. I removed my shirt. Took off my shoes, made a joke about smelly sock. We both laughed, no sweat. I took off my jeans and joined him sitting on the bed.
"What do you want to do?" I asked as I sat down next to him. I picked up some comic book that he had on the nightstand, and flipped through the pages. It was one of my favorites, Mr. America.
"I don't know, just talk about stuff. You want to suck cock? I'm up for it if you are. I don't want you to do anything you'd be uncomfortable with. You know, if you're feeling horny, I'd be willing to help you out." He looked at me, and I read the pleading in his eyes. Well, I was horny; Rocky had done that leaving me high in the showers.
I grinned at him, "Well, if you're up to it, I am a bit horny and could use a nice blowjob."
He was on his knees and tearing at my briefs before I finished the sentence. He pushed my knees wide and nuzzled his face into my pubic area. My briefs were at my ankles, and I slipped my feet out of them. I leaned back on my elbows and watched an obviously very needy Carl get me off.
As my cock grew harder and filled out to its full 7 inches, Carl began licking the sides of the shaft. Up and down, until it was covered with saliva. He played with my foreskin, then started flicking his tongue over and around the urethra opening. My little piss slit poured forth my honey. Carl licked and then I moaned in delight as his warm wet mouth surrounded me fully. His head started bobbing up and down on my swollen man pole. He returned to suck with his lips on the side of my shaft, along with wet licks of his tongue. His head was moving in all directions on my pleasure rod. I was "ah, ah, ah, ah"ing with my head laid back between my shoulders as Carl's mouth gave me pleasure.
He soon began licking on my tight scrotum as my ball sack pulled tight to my rod. He was placing soft kisses on the surface, trying to relax the skin so he could suck on my testicles. He lapped with the flat of his tongue, returned momentarily to my shaft, then back to my ball sack. Since he was unsuccessful in relaxing my scrotum, he went down under them to lick on my perineum. I felt his teeth press in, then a light nip. I squirmed and urged him on, begging him to pay attention to my ass pucker.
He was a hungry vulture. He licked over my ass pucker; licked up both sides of my ass cheeks, even bite my ass. "Shit, what are you doing down there?" I asked as his tongue pushed on the pucker, and he licked some more, as his face pushed inward and his head moved in all directions, forcing his tongue to move all around my anus, sending chills through my body, I arched to meet his tongue. He moved back and I felt him thrust a wet finger into my pucker, then felt his hot tongue to lick and suck as his finger moved in and out of my asshole. No one had done that before. I filed that pleasure move away for future use.
He paid some more attention to my cock, sucking out the honey oozing from my tip. Back to lick around his finger as it moved in and out. He moved the stakes up and inserted another finger and worked the two in and out, licking around my ass pucker and his fingers. The sensations were making me thrash around on the bed; I gripped the spread with my hands as my hips raised to get more from him.
His hands slipped under my thighs and urged them back to my chest. My ankles went up to his ears and he hung his chest over mine, my legs at each side of his chest and hips. His cock slid home easily and he was fucking me before I realized he had broached my opening. I was pressed to the bed. His cock had swollen wide and I felt the sides of my as pulled out as his hips moved backward. It was delightful. Each inward thrust nudged and slipped past my prostate giving me additional tremors as he buried his cock deep into my intestines. His cock was so long as it slid in and out of my slippery anus. I started thinking back, but couldn't remember any one that felt as long as Carl's. I was moaning to him, "Give it to me big boy, fuck my ass good, you are so fucking long, oh, it's so good! Shit, Rocky was never this good, never so thick, so tight, oh, Carl, you have a cock to be proud of."
Carl didn't answer at first. He was lost in the feeling of my tight hole grasping his pleasure rod, of my wet hot innards pressed against his fuck rod deep in my rectum, the feeling of my thighs gripping him, my heels on his ass urging him on. I finally lost it and creamed my chest with hot cum. "Oh, jeeze Christ, Oh, shit, here it cums, I'm filling your guts with my cream, aaargh, ah, oh, oh, ah!" Carl collapsed into my cream covered chest, his lips pressed to mine. His head slipped beside mine and he bit on my shoulder as his cock throbbed within me, depositing load after load of his hot stud cum in my guts. I felt every hot blast as it shot into me. He stopped cumming and let go my shoulder and raised his head and chest off me. He looked down with what I can only say was deep loving in his eyes and a warm smile on his face.
We were silent for a few moments gathering our breath and wits. Then we both spoke at the same time, then laughed. He rolled off me and laid down on the bed next to me. "Larry, that has got to be the hottest fuck I've ever had. You were magnificent, your ass was so tight and hot and you were yelling your pleasure and egging me on to do more. Wow, you are some nice fuck. Can we do this more? I mean, you are really a good piece of ass, I can see now why Rocky monopolized you for himself. Whew, I am totally relaxed and drained. How about you?"
I was giggling at his outburst of praise. "Well you're not so bad either. How long is that piece of meat you have? Shit it felt like it was a foot long sliding in and out. You can't imagine how great that felt as it slid a long way out and then pushed back in. I swear it felt like you were trying to push it up in me and out my mouth." I laid waiting for an answer.
Carl rose up and knelt astride my hips. "Here, take a look for yourself. You tell me how big it is and how fat it is." He thrust his cock up to my face. He was hardening up again, I watched in amazement as it grew and filled out. He leaned back and sat on my hips, a big smile on his face. "Go ahead, feel it, rub it with your hand, its real." I reached for his and tried to wrap a hand around his man meat. My thumb and fingers didn't touch and about four inches protruded beyond my hand.
"Truly a whopper. It takes two hands to surround it and there is still the tip peaking out. Good thing I didn't see this before you fucked me, I'd never let you get it inside me. How the hell did you get such a cock on you? What's your father got on him, a telephone pole?" My hands squeezed and fingered it in wonder.
"That's why I went with the blowjob. I knew you'd be like the other guys if you'd seen it in full erection. So I give the blowjob, wet you up good, open your asshole and get it relaxed and then slip it to ya! Works every time." He was grinning like a Cheshire cat, proud of his attention to detail. He was laying on his back, his hands and arms overhead, his head turned to look at me.
"Hey, what was that thing with your finger and licking my asshole at the same time?" I was raised up and one hand was playing with his tit. My fingers slowly caressed the nipple so that it stood up hard like an eraser tip.
"You liked that, did ja! It's my specialty. I just sort of discovered that it really turned a guy on and loosened up his pucker nice and easy. I like what you're doing to my tit, but I think I'd enjoy it more if your lips were sucking on them." I swear his brown eyes sparkled and he was smiling again. His eyebrow raised. An invitation to have my way with him.
"Well, since you put it that way, Carl," and I lowered my mouth to his right tit, clasped it lightly with my teeth and raised my head up slightly. He drew in a breath at the slight pain of it being pulled upward. I released it and went down on it and sucked it hard, as my tongue flicked and pressed the nipple tip.
He gave a soft yelp, "Jeeze, what are you doing! Man, that is awesome, Nobody has man handled my tits like that!"
"Well, Carl, there is always a first time and you have had yours." My hand was stroking his immense pleasure rod. My finger tips lightly flicking over his veined shaft, cuddling his ball sack, a finger rubbing his perineum, pressing inward." He took a breath, moaned softly. "You like me stroking your cock? Say, have you given it a name?" I turned to look at his face as my hand continued to stroke the powerful shaft.
He chuckled. "Why does it have to have a name? No, I haven't given it a name, but the guys have." He didn't say anything more. I squeezed his shaft tightly. He got the message.
"Okay, okay, they call it Pyle, ya know like in pile driver!" I burst out with a gasp, laughed slightly and told him that was appropriate as he sure pile drove into my ass. My eye caught a glimpse of his clock.
"Carl, thanks for making me forget my problems and going with me to Paglio's. Means a lot to know you are there for me. I won't forget, but I have to get home or my ass will be grass."
He watched me as I dressed, made a comment that it was a shame to cover such a nice ass with all that fabric. I grinned back at him, "Thanks for mentioning it!" He pulled on a pair of shorts and walked me down to the door. His mother was surprised that I was leaving; she had planned on having me as a dinner guest. "Maybe next time, I've got to get home to do some chores and stuff." She gave me a hug, told me I was such a nice boy and that I was welcome to have dinner anytime. Carl and I said our goodbyes and I walked my way home.
Thursday, we all stopped by Coach's office and picked up a butt plug. I wondered what Rocky would have stuffed up his ass, but as he hadn't been near me since Wednesday's practice session or talked to me, I promptly stopped wondering. Carl asked if I needed help getting my plug placed properly. I smiled and told him, thanks, but I thought I could manage on my own, since he had stretched me so well! Some of the other team member overheard the comment and gave out hoots. They kidded me about meeting Pyle and being driven! I know my face turned red as I blushed in embarrassment at being caught. Carl laughed too and told the others to lay off, I was a really good fuck! The kidding came back that Larry had a sweet heart right on the end of Carl's huge cock! And it kept up as one made a slur; someone else added to it and eventually they all got a wise crack in. It was now official; Carl was taking care of my needs and was my protector. The team felt secure in that knowledge.
The Friday meet was a no-brainer. We had all done well. Coach was proud of us telling us that the new training devices were making us perform at our peak. We could remove them and put them in the bucket on our way to the showers. He reminded us that we would be going to Columbus next Friday and that permission slips were to be in by Wednesday.
I was at my locker, finishing dressing when Carl came up. "Hey, my folks are going to be out of town for the weekend. I've invited several of the guys to come over and sort of celebrate and relax after today's meet. You want to come and spend the weekend at my place? I mean do you think your parents will let you"
"I don't know, I'll have to ask. It will be two weekends away from home and I have chores to do and work at BiRite. Maybe I could come after work on Saturday and stay overnight."
"Okay, I'll expect you Saturday evening, unless I hear different from you. Give me a phone call if anything changes. See yah on Saturday." Carl walked off to meet with some of the others.
I talked with my mother to see if it was okay for me to spend the night at Carl's and mentioned about the trip next weekend. Just like I knew she would, she mentioned that I was risking the loss of a job taking all these weekends off for swimming related activities. I explained that is was important that we discuss techniques (I wasn't lying, just stretching it) for the trip to Columbus. She finally told me to do what I had to do, and make sure I didn't piss my father off in the process.
When I went back to my bedroom to wind up my homework, my brother greeted me. "You promised you'd let me do it and you've wiggled out of it for a week. I'm going to tell Ma what you did to me. You won't be going to Columbus if I do!"
"Hey little brother, that's called blackmail and you can get into a lot of trouble, trouble you can't even imagine right now."
"Yah, well you promised and you know I want to do it. You keep saying if I'd only wait, you'll do it, but right then you had something important to do. Either you do it or I tell!"
"Okay, how bout me giving you something now and some later tonight? I looked at him and saw the tiny wheels turning as he thought that over. I closed my books and pulled my t-shirt off, and opened my pants.
"Yeah, how bout you suck my dick and then I'll fuck you tonight in bed!" His eyes were shiny as he thought about what he would be doing. I noticed a slight bulge in his shorts.
"Fair enough. I know I've been stringing you along. Drop your shorts and sit on the edge of the bunk." He was naked in an instant. I knelt in front of him. He laid back and raised his legs up to lock onto the top bunk rail. "What are you doing?" I asked as his entire private area was stretched before me. His tiny sack of jewels, his pink hairless pucker, and cock folded back on his stomach were exposed.
"I want everything. You do me good and I'll not tell Ma anything, I promise!" His hands spread his ass cheeks. I wondered where my younger brother had learned all this. I had just learned what rimming was. Here he was, five years my junior, offering what I thought was virgin ass to me.
I watched as his ass hole slowly opened, then closed. Fuck, he was so hot. I bent my head to his ass cheeks and laid my wet tongue on his smooth ass cheek. It felt good and with some more confidence, my tongue licked closer to his young pink pussy. I was soon lavishing my saliva all over his cock, ball sack, and virgin ass. I sucked on my forefinger, got it wet and pressed it to his anus, it opened and my finger went right in. He squirmed and wiggled. I started sliding it in and out and then bent forward to place the coup de main, my tongue right against my finger and his ass ring.
"Oh, SHIT! That is so fucking sexy! Where the fuck did you learn that!" He raised his head up and looked at me with amazement on his face. His legs lowered to rest on my shoulders and I noticed his five inches standing proudly upward. I didn't answer, but moved forward between his thighs to suck his pecker into my warm wet slick mouth. "Jeeze-us christ, that is so good, suck it hard bro, mmmmm." It wasn't long before he was shuddering in his orgasm. I was surprised at the amount of sweet thick cum that filled my oral cavity. I swished it in my mouth thinning it with my saliva, and then swallowed. I moved out from between his thighs. He slid to the floor and leaned back against the bunk bed. I stared at him waiting for any reactions he might have.
"If that is a sample of what tonight is going to be, you can go anywhere, just be with me tonight. Man that was awesome. Who you been doing it with, anyone I know?" He could barely move.
"I might ask the same question. How did you know about rimming and blowjobs? I just learned about it myself." I continued to look at him. He reached under the mattress and pulled out a collection of magazines. He flipped a few pages and handed them to me, "From the pictures in these." They were French magazines showing voluptuous girls doing men and exposing their labia and clitoris to full view. He took them from me and showed me the page where a guy had penetrated the girl, and another guy was fucking the first guy. I turned the pages and my prick started rising when I saw the two guys in a 69. They had huge cocks. Bigger than any I had ever seen. These were beautiful hunks, muscled, tanned all over and bare ass naked having sex with one another and a girl.
"Where did you get these?" I looked at him for an answer, then back to the pictures. My cock was now standing fully hard and throbbing. My brother crawled over and as one hand enclosed my ball sack, his mouth swallowed my man meat to the hilt. He nuzzled my bare pubic area, his nose rubbing the hair nubs that were growing out. The suction on my cock was delightful and I moaned to him how great it felt. He raised his head off my prick and told me, "Fred went to this place that sells them and a lot of other stuff. Us guys have been trying out all this stuff we see. It feels good, too! How come you never showed me this stuff?"
"Well, bro, I didn't know it existed till now. Do you think Fred can get some more of these?" My hand had replaced my brother's mouth on my cock and I was squeezing, tugging and stroking my self to satisfaction. That wasn't exactly the truth. Bill Heeter had shown me a 2 x 5-inch comic booklet of Mr. Jiggs fucking his secretary with his big knobby cock. Bill had found it tucked back in his father's desk drawer. I didn't tell my brother about that.
"I don't know, I can ask, but they cost a lot of money and he says not to let any adult know we got them or we'd be in trouble. He said, just look and enjoy. I meet the guys out in the field and we try out different things that we see in the mags. It feels so good to blow a wad with the guys watching. Hey, we have contests to see who can shot the farthest and who can come the most, would you like to come join us?"
"Little bro, I'd love to join you guys, but I got so much going on of my own that I can't spare the time. Yah know what I'm saying?" He agreed that he did know what I meant. We sat and exchanged the things we had been doing. He was quite descriptive and had done a few things I didn't know about. I told him a few, not all, the things that I had done the past year. I felt we grew closer as brothers. We chattered together until we heard, "Boys! I need some help down here!" We both scrambled to get back into our clothes and downstairs to help get the evening meal prepared.
Dad came home, inebriated as usual on Friday nights. He just had to stop and hoist a few with the boys. The trouble was each one bought a round and they all came home slightly tipsy from all the beer and boilermakers downed by dry, thirsty throats. We sat quietly and ate dinner. Mom tried to make conversation, but Dad couldn't think anything through and we two kids would not dare voice an opinion. Allen went out to play with his friends that left me cleaning up after dinner. Dad went to his chair and newspaper; Ma picked up her current sewing project and tried to watch TV. I went upstairs and pulled out the latest science fiction that I had picked up at the school library.
At 10:30pm Dad came up the stairs to take his bath. His work got him greasy back of his shirt collar and around his waist, so he always took a good soaking to get it off. After he exited the bath, one of us boys went in and cleaned up the mess he left, scoured off the grease ring around the tub, and then took our shower, cleaned up our mess and went to bed. Since I had showered at school, I simple stripped naked and climbed under the sheet. I had almost drifted off into sleep, when I felt a warm bare body slip 'neath the sheet and cuddle my backside.
Allen whispered to me, "I just gotta do you, bro. You promised and I'm getting it." I felt his five-inch hard, uncut pecker push between my ass cheeks. "Payback time, bro. You got yours, now it's my turn." And he humped hard thrusting upward. I reached back with my hand and placed his wild Willie where it would do the most good and held it till he shoved forward into my anal cavity. Whoa, but that felt different. Not the kind of stretch of Rocky, Carl, or Ken.
Just a nice slick sliding in and out. He worked himself as I just laid on my side enjoying his efforts. He started talking dirty stuff, and I laughed. You're not supposed to laugh when your getting your ass plowed since it breaks the mood. I couldn't help it. Here was my little twelve-year-old virgin brother, plugging my ass like he was twenty years old, spouting dirty expletives into my ear and working up a sweat. I felt sorry for him and started clinching my ass ring as he pulled out. He soon came with a forceful thrust into my ass and I felt the spurts of his cum warm my innards. He sighed and collapsed behind me, I hope satisfied he had gotten his just deserts as promised. His hand reached round my waist and his hand grasped my hard pole and that's the way we feel asleep.
Morning came, my alarm went off and I awoke with Allen's little pecker once again between my ass cheeks. I carefully separated my self and climbed gently over his body and out of bed. I staggered to the bathroom and unload a liter of piss down the toilet. I looked in the mirror. Nope, not enough facial hair to shave, so splashed some water on my face, combed my hair and went back into the bedroom to dress for work. I quietly went downstairs, had a quick breakfast of juice, cereal, and milk. Washed out my breakfast dishes and put them on the drain board to dry. I hopped onto my bike and peddled my well-plowed ass to work.
I worked as a grocery clerk at the local independently owned BiRite Market. Not only did I learn how to stock canned goods, prepare produce, help customers, and assist the butcher in the meat department, but a lot of what went on in the basement restroom. The walls were covered with drawings of huge cocks spurting cum upward. The usual phone numbers and the promises of a good suck, pictures of spread cheeks with puckers shaped like stars. They made more sense now that I was sexually active and enjoying what the boys had to offer. I made very sure that I wasn't using the facilities when the others were around. One of the stock clerks had told me how the butcher had raped him, just before he quit the job. I guess he tried to warn me of what could happen.
I biked home and changed out of my work clothes into jeans and t-shirt. I packed an over night bag and said bye to my mother and went over to Carl's place. I rang the door and waited. Carl opened the door and I was surprised to see him starkers.
"Kind of dangerous opening the door without any clothes on, isn't it?" I walked past him, his cock rubbing my jeans as I squeezed past.
"Nah, we were expecting you. Everybody but you is here. Get comfortable. Some of the guys are out around the pool, some are up in my bedroom, doing what you know what!" He grinned and raised his eyebrows. "You want a beer or something?" I stripped off my t-shirt and unbuttoned my jeans, kicking off my tennis shoes at the same time. I was bending over to remove my socks when I felt a big warm hand caress my ass cheeks. Arnold's deep husky voice announced, "Now that's the kind of greeting I like, getting my picture took by a guy's brownie. How yah doing, Larry?"
I stood up and turned to see this tall stud, a diver, standing before me fondling his swelling pleasure rod. I gave him my best smile, and told him, "Doing better, getting better! How you doing?"
He grinned, "I'm doing everybody I can, twice on Sundays! Ha!" and peals of laughter followed. His arm swooped around me and he guided me through the kitchen and onto the back patio. I felt something wet and cold press my ass cheeks. I yelped and jumped and turned to see what it was. Carl was grinning offering me cold 3.2% beer. He'd pressed the cold bottle against my bottom. The rest of the guys were enjoying it. I took the offered beer and took a big chug, savoring its cold liquid gurgling down my throat. Peter saw this and offered up, "You can chug mine just like that Larry, any time, any day. Look at those throat muscles work! Whooee, suck me brutha!" All the guys broke out laughing.
"What you guys all horned up just waiting for this miracle body to offer itself to you?" I took another toke of the beer, finishing it off. Arnold took the bottle from me and enclosed me in his big muscled arms, his fat lips pressed mine and I choked as his wide tongue forced its way into my mouth. My, My what that guy could do with his talented tongue. I boned up in an instant. Wolf whistles filled the air.
With his typical deep husky voice, Arnold asked if I was comfortable with what was going on. I told him, "Yeah, just one of the boys doing boy things, right?" He smiled, grinning wide and handsome.
"Just checking to be sure you're alright with this. As I remember, last time we coated your ass with honey and you never told us what you thought of that." He released me from his hug and stood with his cock playing touché with mine.
"You mean my orgasm didn't tell you guys anything. I loved it! I licked Carl clean and looked for more, but Coach broke the whole thing up. I didn't get to eat my cherry!" Andy came running over, doubled over and offering his ass to me saying, "Here, eat mine!" More whoops and laughter.
Carl came to my rescue, offering me another beer. We walked together to a couple of free chassis lounges and sat down. We started talking about school, class work, the trip next Friday, just guy stuff. At dusk, some of the guys got up, or out of the pool. After toweling dry, said their goodbyes and thanks and went inside to dress and eventually go home.
It turned into five naked guys just laying back, some kissing, some body rubbing, some stroking. Nothing much else. Carl asked me to help him fix dinner; he jokingly said that I obviously had talent in that area. He pulled some big burger out of the refrigerator; I started slicing potatoes and tore up some lettuce to make a salad. He brought me some radishes, carrots, celery, and some Big Boy tomatoes to add to the lettuce. I found a huge steel bowl and put the salad stuff into it and tossed it with some vinegar and sugar and olive oil. While I was doing that, Carl was broiling the burgers on a grill outside. Andy came into the kitchen and asked what he could do to contribute to the evening meal. I asked him to find some plates, napkins, and forks. He also raided the frig and brought out ketchup and mustard. I spied a jar of pickle relish and brought that to the table.
As we set things on the big kitchen table, Carl entered with a plate piled with burgers. He was followed by a sniffing group of naked guys. "What did you do Carl, kill the whole cow?" The plate had enough burgers for two apiece. His comment, "Got to rev up for the trip next week. Eat hearty me mates, har, har, har!" he answered in his best pirate voice. The guys all laughed and started devouring the food. It was gone in minutes. We were all patting our tummies and complimenting the chef. Walking with our bottled beer in hand we made it into the living room and lounged in the overstuffed furniture. More discussion. More slyly played moves on bodies. We turned on the radio and listened for a while. Then Carl asked if we wanted to watch some Television on their big screen. Is a frog's ass watertight! Of course we all wanted to watch. He led us down to the playroom. We pulled up beanbags to set in and every ones eyes trained on the TV. About fifteen minutes later, I heard slurping sounds behind me. I turned to see what was making the noise, as if I couldn't guess. Andy was giving Arnold one hell of a blowjob. Arnold was straining, his limbs spread out at all angles away from his body. His hips thrust up into Andy's head. Arnold let out a loud yell, "Yeah, you got that one right! Shit, Andy, the best!" Carl turned and angrily told them to keep it down; they wanted to watch the show. I turned back and watched Johnny Carson do his monolog. Funny. He sure could deliver good subtle jokes.
As the Johnny Carson show went off the air, Rocky asked if the guys wanted to skinny dip once more before going to bed. Peter and Arnold thought that was a brilliant idea and headed out to the pool. I said, "I'd rather have a hot shower, how about you two?" Andy looked at Carl. Carl guffawed then asked, "What the three of us in the shower? Fuck that's wicked! What do you say, Andy?"
"Shit yah, that would be great. We can wash each other's backs and stuff. Lead me to the showers." Carl started for the stairway, followed by Andy, and I brought up the rear. Andy took the stairs two at a time, giving me a great view of his tight ass. We all tumbled into the bathroom on top of one another, pushing, grabbing, fondling, and in general getting each other boned up. Andy was trying to ram Carl, as Carl adjusted the shower water temperature.
"Fuck, Andy, you're horny all the time, guy. Ease up will yah! Get that tight ass of yours in here and start working on my back. Larry, there's room, come on in." Carl faced the wall and Andy used the soap and washcloth on his broad, molded shoulders. We each had the swimmers smooth torsos, but yet you could see the muscle structure move beneath the skin.
In later years, I would find out it was due to low body fat. I soaped my hands and started massaging Andy's back and ass, as he washed Carl's back. The soap had a nice scent and it foamed up creating white bubbles as we worked the lather on each other's body. Carl turned and faced me and started working my shoulders and pecs. He teased the nibs of my tits, pinched them with his slippery fingers. I just stood and took it; it felt g-o-o-o-d! As his hand went down over my abs, I looked down. I saw Andy behind Carl, his face pushed into Carl's ass, moving up and down and I knew his tongue was working Carl's pucker.
Carl looked at me, "Crap, I don't think I can stand more of his tongue, it is so fucking good!" He leaned into my lathered up body, his arms went around me for support, his head next to mine, his cock slid beneath my ball sack and I felt something hot run down the inside of my thigh.
I spoke softly and asked, "Carl, did you just cum all over my leg?"
"Yeah, buddy, I did! Andy's tongue was fucking my asshole. It felt great, then he stuck in his fat finger and hit my button, I just shot out of control. Hope you don't mind!" He was breathing rather hard. Yes, Andy's talented tongue had captured another victim and without even touching Carl's pleasure pole, brought Carl to climax.
"I don't believe you guys! You're shooting your jism all the time. Don't you guys ever run out of sperm? You are the horniest group I know." I pushed Carl away from me and let the hot water wash the lather and cum off me. Carl giggled, "Yeah, we are the only group you know!" Andy offered to suck on my boner and get it hard for me, "So you can do things with it!"
"Andy, the only thing I want to do now, is get some shut eye. Carl, where we sleeping, in your bed, or on the floor?" I finished toweling dry and stood at the doorway to the hall.
"In my bed, of course, fool! The floor is too damn hard to sleep on." And he led Andy and me into his bedroom. He dove onto his queen-sized bed, landing in the middle, patting beside him for us to join him. Before I crawled up beside him I stood for a few minutes just admiring this guys physique. He had the wide shoulders of a swimmer, which tapered down to narrow hips, which then flared out into hefty thigh muscles. Like all of us, he was shaven, so there was no body or pubic hair. His fat long cock was displayed along one thigh, balls to the other.
He caught me pausing and looking at him. "You like what you see, Larry? Tonight you can do anything you want to and with it, ain't I right Andy?" He turned with his smile from one ear to the other, and his pug like nose wrinkle in mirth. He rolled on top of Andy and humped Andy for a while then rolled off onto his back. Andy turned to cuddle into Carl's side and laid his head on Carl's chest. Carl held out his arm indicating that I should join Andy in cuddling him.
I laid my head on his ample chest, my ear pressed to his solid pectoral muscle. I heard the steady thumping of his heart, felt his warm arm pulling me in at the shoulders, and gently drifted off to sleep. I guess I napped for forty-five minutes or so. I felt a wetness on my ass cheeks, something rough was going up and down, and fingers pulling my cheeks apart. I was still on Carl's chest so knew that Andy had gotten hungry for ass and taken advantage of my sleeping.
Carl sleepily mumbled, "Feels good doesn't it. He's an expert at rimming. Wait till his hard tongue pushes into your pucker, all wet and slimy and hard goin' in and out! Whew, it's the best!" I continued to lay on my side, head on Carl's chest, my right arm laying on his chest, my fingers flicking his hard titty tip. Andy kept right on licking and poking my pucker. I flinched as I felt his tongue push my relaxed anus and enter deep. It was different than Rocky's prick. It wasn't as fat. It was hot and wet and slid easily in and out. I felt Andy's lips press up tight and he stared sucking on the sensitive tissue. I moaned loudly. Carl chuckled and started laughing. My head bounced on his chest. Carl uttered his comment, "Gotcha!" and hugged me tighter with both of his brawny arms.
"Andy lifted his head, and sat back, but slide two greased fingers up my ass hole. He twisted them and hooked on the backside of my sphincter muscle. He started moving them in and out while spreading his fingers wide to stretch me open. I tried to move my head to look back at Andy and make a comment, but Carl prevented it. I felt Carl's hot breath on my head, "Hey, he's just getting you ready for me, just relax and enjoy it, it can be very pleasant to feel."
My hand slid down to Carl's pubic area and encountered his now very swollen large organ. My hand slid over it and around it. Carl sighed, "Yeah buddy, feel what's going to be up your ass, bringing up to heights of ecstasy. Rocky may have trained you, but I'm going to hone your skills as a good pussy boy. You okay with that?" He released me and got up on his knees, pulling me to face down. Andy was still working wonders at my ass, as I raised my arms overhead and got ready to be breached.
"Okay, Andy, enough." Carl grabbed my hips and raised me up on my knees, my head and arms on a couple of pillows. Carl slapped my ass hard a couple of times to get my attention. I yelped and asked what that was for; I was waiting for him to get that monster in my ass. He didn't have to abuse me.
"Buddy, I ain't about to abuse you. In about a minute, you are going to be moaning in rapture with what you feel up your guts. Rocky may have broken you in, but you ain't never had anything as talented as my dick work over your ass. You ready for it?" I mumbled something and I felt his glans head start spreading and slipping into me. He was right, he was huge and my pucker stretched to accommodate one hot, hard monster of a prick. The knob punched my prostate and then slid upward filling my rectum. I moaned some and clenched my ass muscles, which got Carl gasping. This was the second time he had fucked me and it was still wonderfully good.
"Oh, shit, so tight, so hot, man you got one fine ass, buddy, oh, shit this feels so good!" as Carl forced the entire thing into me. He hunched to make sure it was all up my ass, then rested. He adjusting his legs and scooting on his knees pressed up tight to my ass cheeks. I laid there realizing how full my guts felt. I felt stretched, but very little pain. Thank God for Andy's help.
Thinking of Andy, made me notice that he was climbing onto the bed and setting down between my head and the bed's headboard. His legs splayed to each side of me. Carl pulled on my shoulders and I pushed up with my arms to be on all fours doggy style. Andy's pre cum leaking fleshy cock was sticking right below my mouth. His hand on the back of my head pushed my mouth closer, he told me, "Suck on it Larry, suck on it good as Carl ploughs your ass!"
Carl now had his left hand pulling back on my shoulder, and his right hand pushing my ass cheek, as he started withdrawing his cock really slow and sensual. I felt the mass in my gut move out, leaving the sensation of relief, of emptiness. Just as he was about out of my ass ring, a hip thrust buried his cock back into my guts, his hips smacking my ass cheeks our ball sacks slamming together, the force making me swallow all of Andy's hard cock to the back of my throat.
I lifted off Andy's hot rod to admonish Carl. "Jeeze Carl, not so hard, I almost choked on Andy's fucking pole here." Carl grunted, and slammed me hard again. He kept it up as I rocked forward each time. My cock got real hard and pulsed, the tip leaking pre cum, my ball sack tight and my balls pulled up. Carl started speeding his banging of my ass cheeks and I felt that he was approaching his orgasm; I know I was. The tension was building. I looked down as Andy slid his body under me and pulled my hard cock down to his tongue and lips. I buried my mouth on his and began bobbing my head as my lips gripped his throbbing man meat.
Carl gave a final hard thrust and froze, pressed tight against me. I felt the hot spurts deep in me, its warmth hotter than my own innards. He slowly eased back a bit, as Andy sucked hard on the bottom of my swollen pecker, and my ass clenched and my sperm burst forth in one constant white splatter in Andy's open mouth and chest. I lifted off Andy's cock and lifting my head, took in a deep breath of air. As Carl's climax ceased, he dropped over my back, his arms clenching tight around my waist.
We stayed motionless. I was on all fours, Andy stretched under me, Carl covering my back. I lifted my head and said, "Well, I guess its back to the shower." I waited for an answer. Carl released me and scooted away from me. His semi boned prick making a loud 'plock' sound as it pulled free of my sore ass ring. Andy raised his arms to my waist and his lips to my swollen ass hole and started his licking and cleaning up Carl's spent sperm from my ass ring.
Shortly his tube shaped tongue slipped into my ass and I felt him sucking Carl's jism out of my anal cavity. Shit, this kid never ceased to amaze me. Carl got off his bed and stood watching Andy clean my ass. "Hurry up Andy, I have a dripping cock here that needs a clean up on it!" Andy pulled out of my ass cheeks and spun round to slurp in Carl's wet sperm covered dingus into his mouth. I fell onto my back, raised my head slightly off the pillow and watched.
Carl was standing spread legged one hand caressing his chest, the other lightly on Andy's head, and it bobbed in and out from his pubes. Andy, on his knees in front of Carl, had a hand gripping each of Carl's meaty thighs. Carl looked over Andy, staring at my limp cock and smiled. Andy finished and we three went back into the shower, soaped and rinsed quickly toweled dry and piled into Carl's bed, this time to sleep till morning. As I drifted off to sleep lying against Carl's steady rising chest, I wondered what Arnold and Peter were doing or had done. I'd know tomorrow when we met for breakfast. I drifted into a relaxed and restful sleep.
Authors note: Well, readers, has that been enough sexual embellishment for you? Yes? Well, get ready for the trip to Columbus, it was a wild three and half hour bus ride. I love reading your comments. Leel and Slingshot, reading your comments keeps me hard and spurting! You two write better material than I ever will. Keep it cumming!