BLACKMALE (PART 5) (HS, T/T, INTERR, ORAL)
BLACKMALE (Part 5) BY: MOORE
Coach had wanted to see me before class. I knocked softly on the closed door to his office. In horror I realized I was still naked as Coach called out, "Come."
In my haste I hadn't stopped to put on gym clothes. Too late now I thought as I opened the door and stepped into Coach's office. He was sitting bare chested behind his desk and without looking up said, "Close the door and step forward." I did as he asked and moved to stand in front of his desk.
Coach closed the file on his desk and looked up. He showed no surprise at having a balls naked boy in his office. He stared at me for a long minute, as if trying to come to a decision, before he said, "I asked you in here because I like to get to know all of the boys in my classes. What's your name, tell me about yourself?"
"Well, sir", I began, "My name is Cole Sumner, I was born in Mississippi and I'm 17." Coach leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head. He's got hairy armpits I thought, "My dad died last spring so my mom had to go back to work. We moved to Chicago for her job."
Coach pushed back from his desk and leaned further back in his chair. My eyes were drawn to his now exposed lap. He's not wearing shorts, just a jock strap, I realized as he cleared his throat and said, "I'm sorry about your dad, a boy needs a strong male figure in his life. Is there another man, an uncle maybe or a family friend, that you're close to."
"No, not really. I have an uncle, my mom's older brother, but we're not close. He's a minister back in Mississippi and very old fashioned. I can't talk to him about, oh you know, ga, uh, guy stuff. My mom does what she can but, she's away a lot for her job and I try not to burden her with my problems." I couldn't tear my eyes away from Coach's crotch. The filled up pouch of his jock strap was pulsing. His legs were spread slightly, one hand was idly scratching his nuts. My own nuts were tingling, I could feel an erection growing and I began to sweat. Coach didn't outwardly react to my discomfort, but rose from his chair, walked around his desk and put his arm around my bare shoulder.
"Cole", Coach said, glancing down at my 5-1/2" erection, "I can see that you're a sensitive boy. As you'll come learn, I take care of my boys, I train them to uh, play ball; turn them into men, and in return, my boys take care of me. Let me show you what I mean", he said, pointing to a wall hung with pictures.
"Those are team photos of men that have played for me since I've been coaching", he explained. "Most have played college ball, a few have played pro ball. They came to me as boys, I turned them into men. Are you an athlete Cole, do you play ball?"
I couldn't speak as Coach turned to face me, placing his hands on my shoulders, looking into my eyes. "Do you play ball", he asked again, his hands drifting slowly down my chest, pausing to play at my nipples, coming to rest on my hips. I followed his eyes down to where my engorged penis was rubbing lightly against the mesh of his tented jock strap, staining the fabric with precum. His fingers toying at the edges of my pubic hair.
"Do you play ball, Cole?"
Was I getting his message right? Did he want me to drop to my knees? Bury my face in his jock, smell his sweaty balls, lick his hairy thighs? Did he want me to suck his cock.
My jerk off fantasy was rushing through my mind, please, I want to suck your cock, please let me suck it, please cum in my mouth.
"Do you play ball, Cole?", Coach asked again.
My mother's face flashed before me. Oh god, my mother, my grandmother and my uncle too, were in the office. Watching me lick and kiss my way around his hairy chest, pausing to circle each nipple with my tongue. Watching me soak his hairy armpits with my saliva. Watching me tongue my way down his chest and belly to lose my face in his pubic hair. Watching, as I kiss the very tip, savoring the shiny precum. Watching, as I gently roll his hairy jewels in my hands, as I lick at the sweat on his inner thighs, as I lift each precious jewel to suck and swirl in my mouth.
My family watching in horror and shame as I guide his throbbing erection to my waiting mouth, part my ruby red lips to curl around the plum shaped head and slowly descend to engulf each succulent morsel of his massive organ into my willing mouth. Impaled, I worship his manhood with my unseen tongue as we move as one towards completion.
My family watching in disgust as I gaze lovingly into his eyes while I accept his offering, his seed, which flows like the finest cream, filling me to overflowing. Watching, as I seek to capture each delectable drop from his body, as my untouched boyhood explodes with youthful exuberance.
Listening, as I speak words of thanks for the gift received and my humble plea to continue my worship at his throne.
"Do you play ball, Cole?", Coach asked in a louder voice.
His voice snapped me out of my reverie. The nightmarish vision of my family vanished, leaving me shaken.
"Ah, um, no sir", I managed to stutter.
"That's too bad", he said abruptly, leaving my side and returning to his desk. "This gym class is for non-ball players, so its right for you. You can return to class now Cole."