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I won't go into detail about what happened in the prelude and the previous six chapters. Please reread it to get a good idea what this chapter is about. This takes place in 1968 before being Gay was accepted as it is today in the Western World.
Wait for subsequent Chapters as Ashley's Hot Adventures begins evolving into a very hot story. As has been usual for some time now I have used the editing services of G.Venereal. George has as usual applied some 'gentle editing' to this story.
By barry97_97@yahoo.com
Ashley's Hot Adventures Chapter 8
I had no idea what the coach had in mind for me when he suggested paying me to move to Detroit. I'd never been outside of my hometown in my entire life and moving way back east was frightening and exciting the same time. I lay on the mat in the school gym looking up at the ceiling day dreaming all sort of wild scenarios that the coach had in mind for me. He knew I had no formal education outside of high school drafting and working part time with my dad at various construction sites. Maybe he was going to employ me as an apprentice with a construction company. That would be enjoyable. I thought staring at the gym ceiling. Usually even apprentices got a decent wage and there would be a lot of hot construction men to look at all day. Darn why was I thinking of looking at hot men when I should be thinking about the great opportunity the coach was providing for me in Detroit.
At long last my eye lids drooped and I was soon in dream land. When I woke up and looked around I felt lost wondering where I was. Sitting up and looking around I remembered about the last couple of non-stop sex and the coaching job opportunity in Detroit. I got up feeling thirsty and hungry going to the washroom. There wasn't anything to eat but at least I could quench my thirst from the washroom tap. I had to turn the tap on and lean down to take a drink since there wasn't any glasses to drink out of. I had walked back to the mat and sat down when the gym door opened and in walked the coach from the day before. "Good morning Ashley. How did you sleep?" He asked walking toward me wearing his gym clothes, a pair of gym pants, T-shirt, socks and runners. He looked as hot this morning as he did the day before, tanned, muscular, thick dark hair, around six-two or three with deep blue eyes.
"Fine thank you Coach." Not being able to draw my eyes off his hot muscular body or nice bulging shorts except I'm starving. Is there a chance you have anything to eat?" I asked. "Anything would be fine, a slice of bread, toast or some fruit."
"I thought you might be hungry Ashley." The coach answered. "That's why I brought a couple of burgers and donuts. Will that be okay? Of course you'll have to pay for breakfast; if you know what I mean." Looking at me, massaging the growing bulge, in his shorts.
"Mmmmmmmmm. If it's what I think it is, I'll gladly pay, with pleasure." I said licking my lips going to my knees, crawling toward him. "It looks like I get a nice appetizer, before breakfast."
"You sure do, Ashley." The hot black coach said, standing directly in front of me smiling, undoing the top button and pulling his zipper down.
I reached up taking a hold of each side of his shorts as well as his undershorts and tugged them down his feet, his thick throbbing eight inch cock leaping out slapping against his wash-board stomach. Without saying a word I pushed my face into his low hanging musky, manly smelling balls and took in a deep breath. "Mmmmmmmmm." I moaned smothered into his low hanging, golf sized balls.
"I've never had any woman lusting over my balls like you are Ashley. You're one of a kind." The coach moaned. That's when I realized I never did ask the coach what his name was. All the students had refereed to him as coach so I hadn't asked him what his name was.
I pulled my face from his musky balls looking up. "I don't even know your name, coach." I said looking into his deep brown eyes running my hands over his muscular dark brown chest and stomach.
"It doesn't matter, just call me coach like my students do Ashley." The coach said. "Right now work my balls the way you did before."
I licked my lips before licking his low hanging balls until they were dripping with my saliva before taking one of his golf size balls in my mouth. I swished it around in my mouth before taking his other ball in my mouth. I enjoyed his delicious balls knowing they were packed full of cum I spit them out. I looked up into the coaches handsome squared jawed dark face before licking the underside of his cock.
"Fuck that feels great." The coach grunted. "Fuck you make me horny, get on my cock fag."
I had reached his mushroom shaped cock head and opened my mouth wrapping my lips around my teeth opened my mouth. I took one last look at his pre-cum drooling cock head before taking it in my mouth. "That's what I'm talking about." The coach groaned taking a hold of my head between his large hands shoving his hips forward forcing me to swallow his thick cock. Not that I needed any forcing to swallow his cock as it entered my throat pushing forward until I had swallowed his entire cock. "That feels great." He moaned not moving for a few seconds tossing his head back. "I'll miss your hot throat when I ship you to Detroit."
Slowly he allowed me to withdraw off his massive cock until only his cock-head remained in my throat. He leaned over me and I felt his hands creeping down my bare back reaching my ass crack. "You got my dick nice and lubed, I want some of that hot ass." He grunted his fingers creeping down entering my hungry hole.
I let his cock head out of my mouth smiling. "Gladly Coach, my ass is all yours." I moaned feeling a couple fingers entering my ass.
The coach removed his fingers from my hole standing up looking down he smiled. "Good, that ass is so hot." He said before walking behind me.
I shoved my ass high in the air dropping to my hands and knees. "I'm ready Coach." I moaned wanting, no needing to feel his cock deep in my ass. "Fuck me Coach."
"You don't have to ask twice Ashley." The coach answered his hands massaging my ass cheeks. "Fuck, I've never seen such a perfect bubble butt before especially attached to a hot white boy." His hands moved slowly up until they were gripping my hips. His thick cock pressed between my ass cheeks until it was about to enter my ass. Then with a shove his cock entered my sphincter muscle.
"Your cock feels good, shove it all the way in my hungry hole Coach." I moaned shoving my ass back as far as I could manage closing my eyes.
"Holy shit dad. Are you fucking a fag? I didn't know you were bi." Someone shouted. I hadn't heard the locker door open I was lost in lust feeling the coaches big cock shoved further into my hungry ass. I was positive all the athletic black teenaged, male students, had fucked me the day before. I hadn't thought of the coach being married and having children.
"Believe me son you don't have to be gay to enjoy a hot male ass. What are you doing here anyway?" The coach asked slapping my ass. "Where's your brothers Pete?"
"Right here dad." I heard two or three voices answering.
I looked over my shoulder seeing three hot muscular men in their late teens and early twenties staring at their dad, wearing jeans, T-shirts and runners. My eyes dropped to the front of their jeans without thinking. "You've got to try his hot mouth boys, I'll bet your girlfriends could gobble down your cocks like Ashley." The coach said slapping my other ass cheek before placing it back on my hip.
"I've got to admit the way you're laying it in the fag looks hot." The tallest and oldest of the three studs said rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans. "The bitch hasn't given out for over a week and she's never even kissed my dick never mind blowing me."
"Well here's your chance Chris." The coach grunted ramming the rest of his thick cock deep inside my ass. "Fuck this is one fine ass. You boys will have to try it out."
Without thinking I shouted. "Mmmmmmmmm, that bulge in your jeans looks impressive. How about letting me have a look at it."
"Shit dad he's more of a slut than any girl I've met." The youngest of the three hot boys shouted pulling his T-shirt over his head revealing his smooth, dark brown muscular chest, arms, stomach and large quarter sized nipples. I'd say the youngest was close sixteen or older.
"The three of you will have to decide which one of you gets the first blow job, Joey." I can see your brothers are as horny as you are." The coach said slowly pulling his thick cock out of my ass.
"Don't look at my son's slut, concentrate on your hot ass pleasing my cock." The coach said, raising his voice taking his hands from my hips and slapping both of my ass cheeks.
I did as The coach instructed looking forward shoving my ass back and up in the air. "I'm ready coach." I grunted now dripping with sweat.
"You sure have him trained." One of his son's said. "How do we decide which one of us gets the first blow job. "I claim his ass after dad."
"Fine with me." One of the other brothers said. "Let Chris write down a number between one and ten and we'll try to guess, the one that comes closest gets their cock sucked."
"Okay I've written down a number." Chris said the same time the coach rammed his cock deep in my ass, his balls smacking my cum filled balls and hard cock.
"Oh yes coach, right there." I grunted his cock hitting the hard thing inside my ass causing my cock to drool pre-cum.
"You're one hot slut." The coach grunted pulling his cock out until only his big cock head remained in my ass.
"I pick seven." One of the coach's son's said.
"I pick two." The other son said.
"The number is three, you win Pete, don't just stand there strip down and have your way with the slut. I'm betting the slut will enjoy your cock." Chris said.
The coach gripping my hips shoved his entire cock deep inside my ass. "You're really going to enjoy this hot ass Chris, when I'm finished with it."
A few minutes later the coach continuing to plow my ass Pete walked in front of me. I was very impressed with his thick cock. "Nice cock." I said licking my lips.
"Good, my eight and a half inch cock is ready to be pleasured." Pete said standing in front of me rubbing the head of his cock against my lips.
Without saying another word I wrapped my lips around my teeth opening my mouth Pete shoving his large cock head in my mouth before grabbing a hold of my head between his hands. "Wow your mouth is hot, never thought it would feel like this." Pete grunted.
"You think that's good wait until you ram it down his throat. There's nothing like it." Coach grunted tugging his cock out of my ass before ramming it back inside my ass. He shoved so hard I was forced to swallow over half of Pete's cock. Thank goodness I had a chance to take a deep breath before his cock was shoved in my mouth entering my throat.
Pete gripped my head harder, shoving his muscular hips forward his cock shoved further in my throat until his low hanging balls smacked my bottom lip. "You weren't kidding dad. Shit his throat is hot." Pete groaned defiantly enjoying his thick eight and a half inch cock in my throat.
Pete hadn't moved his thick cock down my throat until I felt my oxygen running out and was beginning to feel light headed. "You're going to suffocate Ashley, Pete, get your cock out of his throat."
"Sorry." Pete shouted as if realizing how long his cock had been buried down my throat. He gripped my head tugging his cock out of my mouth. I coughed a couple of times trying to fill my lungs with the much needed air. "Are you alright Ashley?"
"I'm fine Pete but please I want to enjoy your big cock not suffocate." I strained my voice to answer.
End of Chapter 8
What could possibly lay ahead for Ashley on the train trip way back east near to Detroit? barry97_97@yahoo.com