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Coach Brown, Chapter 5
For the next twenty minutes, the Coach was absorbed in his thoughts, his mind flooded with memories of long ago. They began on his first day of college. He was not a coach, but only David Brown. He reported early to start football practice, and was lugging two large suitcases down the dorm hall looking for room 4. Having found it, he pushed opened the door, shoved one suitcase into the middle of the room and carried in the other as he held the door open.
In the room he saw a light-skin African-American putting clothes into a dresser drawer. David stopped and turned his head to look at the number on the door.
"You are in the right room. I'm a black guy with an Italian name."
David smiled, extended his hand, and introduced himself, "David Brown."
I'm Roger Marconi, Welcome."
The two roomies sat down to talk and immediately bonded. Both had athletic scholarships to Mountain State. David was only two hours from home; Roger was from California, a good thousand miles away. David was a tight end, while Roger was a running back. Both had realistic views of the future. It was not the NFL. David aspired to be a high school football coach and a teacher of his favorite subject, history. Roger was a chemistry major, one of the toughest at the university, and expected to work in that field after college.
David had brown hair, intense green eyes, and stood six feet, two inches tall. Drawn to sports at an early age, he had developed a strong muscular body. He was proud at what he saw when he stood naked before the mirror--powerful legs, strong arms, and a well-defined chest. He had a notable piece of meat between his legs, thicker than most guys with a good length, which made him proud walking to the showers in the locker room.
Roger came from an athletic family. His father was from Italy, and came to the United States to play soccer for UCLA, where Roger's mother ran track. Roger had a strikingly handsome face, with black hair, brown eyes, and was slightly taller than David, leaner but muscular. When David first saw Roger naked, there was a notable emotional response, something undefined but something powerful. David knew the work and effort a person undertakes to develop the power, strength, and ability of an athlete, and in that process, they might develop a body to admire. Roger had a body to admire, but it was more than that. He had a grace and beauty about him, and he carried this gift so naturally. It was like looking at an art work in a museum. When David looked at Roger, he saw a Greek statute, a bronze Greek God.
Roger was committed to his studies and spend several quiet hours every night on the small sofa in their room reading chemistry. Roger's habits rubbed off on David, so he also paid serious attention to his school work. David sat at a desk across the room. Roger's regular uniform in the dorm room was a pair of boxer briefs. That's all he wore, fall, winter, or spring. David soon fell into a similar practice, shirtless but wearing a pair of gym shorts.
By the second week, a routine was set. It was classes in the morning, football practice in the afternoon, a team shower in the locker room, dinner, and then several quiet hours studying in the dorm room. Roger sat on the sofa with a chemistry book in his lap, and David sat at his desk across the room. It was Wednesday evening of that second week, and David took a break from his reading, raised his head, and glanced across the room at Roger. Roger was focused on his reading, but David could see that Roger had a hard on. His underwear was tenting straight out. David quickly turned his eyes back to his book. A short time later, David detected some movement out of the corner of his eye, and he glanced up again. Roger had moved his hard cock to where it laid flat against his stomach, and he continued to read. David looked away quickly so as to not seem like he was staring, but his mind was on Roger's dick. David restrained himself for nearly a minute and glanced again. Roger continued to read, and the long hard dick was now soft and hardly visible in his underwear.
The next night, the same thing happened. Roger's dick grew hard. He moved it to a more comfortable and discreet position. He continued to read. But this time, his long cock stayed hard. Roger made another adjustment but nothing changed. David was sneaking peeps all this time.
Finally, Roger said, "Damn, my cock has a mind of its own. I have tried to ignore it. It is just sitting here hard while I am trying to read. I might have to go down the hall to the bathroom and take care of it. If not, I won't get any studying done."
David, looking at Roger and the hard cock in his underwear, said, "Well, when that happens, you need release."
There was a pause, and then Roger said, "Do you think you could be a buddy and help me out?" David looked at him with a quizzical look. Roger continued, "You know, give me a helping hand."
The words finally registered with David. Roger wanted a jack off session. David had had mutual jack sessions with several of his friends in high school, and he was quick to say "Sure. All this talk has made my dick hard too."
Roger lifted his hips and slid his underwear down to his ankles and then kicked them off. He spread his legs and put his arms along the back of the sofa. David stood up, dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. David sat beside Roger with their legs touching. Between Roger's legs stood a hard, straight cock, maybe 7 inches, with a big head. He was smooth with only a patch of hair around the base of his cock. David wrapped his fingers around it and began a gentle slow motion up and down. Roger gave a quiet moan of approval.
David speeded up, using the technique he had perfected jacking his own cock since he was twelve. Roger's arms remained on the back of the sofa. After a minute or so, David realized that it was not a mutual jacking session. Roger made no attempt to reach for David's cock. David had misread the circumstances, but he was not bothered. He enjoyed having his hands on this beautiful guy's cock, and he intended to jack himself off when he had finished with Roger.
David used two hands, with one working Roger's tool, while the other cupped his balls, felt the tight black curls of his pubic hair at the base of his dick, and rubbed his precum around his dick head. He ran his palms up across Roger's muscled stomach and up to his pecs. By now Roger was close and began bucking his hips. He said, "Here it is" just before thick creamy cum poured out on to his stomach and ran down and puddled around the base of his cock.
David took his hand, wet with Roger's sperm, and moved to his own dick. David was at least the length of Roger but much thicker. It was impressive, growing out of a brown bush that David kept trimmed. David jacked and Roger watched with fascination. He stared as David worked his dick, pulled on his balls, and rubbed his nipples that were erect and sensitive. When his climax arrived, David arched his back and raised his hips and four streams of cum shot into the air, hitting his chest, with one shot landing on his chin.
"Shit'" Roger exclaimed, impressed with David's fountain of a climax.
David sat there, enjoying the afterglow. Then he took his fingers and scooped up some of his cum and took it to his mouth where he licked it off. Roger was focused, watching closely, and David felt compelled to say something, so he muttered, "Tastes good."
Then Roger took his hand and with a finger rubbed off the cum that landed on David's chin. He put his finger in front of David's lips. David extended his tongue and licked. Then he opened his mouth and enclosed it around Roger's cum covered finger. He sucked his own cum off as Roger fucked his mouth with his finger. Roger reached for tissue, took some and gave some to David. They both cleaned up. Nothing was said about what had happened. David turned out the light on the desk and went to bed. Roger read some more before doing the same.
The next night the two roommates were in their respective positions. One was reading on the sofa, and the other was sitting at his desk, staring at his book, wondering if they were going to have a repeat of the night before. Finally, after two hours, Roger said it again.
"David, do you think you can help a buddy out?"
David looks up with a smile on his face and says, "Sure."
Down went the underwear and shorts, and David sat beside Roger like the night before. David took Roger's hard cock and began to jack it.
Roger said, "Do you think you can do a little more?"
David began to jack a little faster, and said "Like this?"
Roger, stumbling over his words, said, "No, I mean, you know, something more."
David understood the second time. He got up and moved between Roger's spread legs, dropped to his knees, and extended his tongue. He licked from the base of Roger's dick to its head, then put it between his lips and lowered his mouth onto Roger's big tool.
Roger sighed with pleasure and excitement, "Oh, man, that's good."
David gave him a first-class blowjob. He licked and sucked the hard cock before him. He ran his tongue across Roger's slit and tasted his pre-cum. Then he licked each ball before sucking the whole ball sack into his mouth. He pulled his cock away from his stomach, ran his lips down the top of his dick, and put his wet tongue in the pubic hair at the base. But most of all, he bobbed his head up and down, jacking Roger's dick with his wet lips.
Roger's hands were not on the back of the sofa like the night before, but were on David's shoulder and then his head and then the back his neck. Roger began to buck his hips ever so slightly, and then announced his climax with an "Ahhh!" David felt his mouth fill with creamy thick cum and he swallowed. More came and he swallowed more. He removed his mouth, put his hand around Roger's dick, and squeezed the last drop of cum from the shaft, and licked it off.
David sat back on his heels. He ready for his own release. He sensed from last night that Roger enjoyed watching, so he intended to put on a show. David flexed his muscles and his dick jumped away from his stomach twice. He pulled on his balls sack and then ran his hands up across his muscular abs to his pecs and rubbed his sensitive and erect nipples. Then he began to whack his hard, thick meat.
David jacked away, working closer and closer to a finish, when he felt something on his leg. Roger was rubbing the inside of David's thigh with his foot. Then Roger put his toes under David's ball sack and lifted it several times. Finally, Roger bent forward and took David's dick from him, replacing David's hand with his own. This was the first time that Roger had touched David, and Roger's long fingers around David's shaft sent electricity through his body. Roger jacked David's cock and held his balls as David leaned back and rested on his arms. It did not take long. David's balls tightened up, and Roger knew that the climax was soon.
David yelled out, "Oh, My God," as streams of cum shot into the air, hitting David's chest and neck.
"Wow," Roger exclaimed, impressed again with David's cock hosing his chest with cum. The last of the spunk ran down David's cock onto Roger's fingers. Like the night before, Roger took his fingers to David's mouth to be sucked clean. Then David took Roger's hand and rubbed it up his chest, scooping up as much cum as Roger's palm could hold. David buried his face in Roger's palm, sucking up the cum.
A moment passed while the two guys enjoyed the afterglow of their climax when Roger said, "That was good. Thanks."
David replied, "I enjoyed it." In his mind, his comment went beyond the pleasure of a climax. Beyond the excitement of having someone bring you to climax with their hand. David also enjoyed sucking Roger, holding this beautiful guy's dick in his mouth, receiving the cum of his Greek God.
Of course, sucking Roger's cock was on David's mind the entire next day. He could hardly wait for study time that evening in hopes of repeating it all again. It seemed that Roger has similar thoughts, because after only 45 minutes of pretended study, Roger called to David across the room, "Do you want to play?"
David lifted his head from his book and saw Roger sitting there, his underwear already discarded and his dick in full erection, standing tall and straight. David stood up, dropped his shorts and assumed his new position between Roger's spread legs. David put his wet lips over Roger's dick head and ran his tongue around it. Then he took as much of Roger's manhood as he could, not reaching to the base but pleased that only two inches were left untouched. Roger responded with a moan. After sucking on the balls, David took the shaft in his mouth again and began a loving suck.
After about two minutes of David's licking and sucking, Roger pushed David back and off his cock. Roger stood up and moved behind David. He put his hands gently on David's shoulders, and David bent at the waist, placed his face on the sofa, and arched his back, ready to receive Roger's long hard cock. Roger opened his mouth and spit fell straight down to David's crack, wetting it and preparing it to better take a dick made wet from David's sucking.
David felt hands on his hips and a dick against his closed hole. Roger pushed the hole open and entered, not pausing until he was fully in, his pubic hair brushing against David's bottom. David accepted the initial discomfort without a sound. Then Roger ran his hands up David's back, across his shoulders, and up his outstretched arms. His chest was touching David's back. Then David felt Roger's lips. He kissed his back. He kissed again. Then he kissed the back of his neck. Then Roger said softly in David's ear, "You feel so good."
Roger then reached around and found David's cock. He jacked him slowly as his other hand held his ball sack. This pause allowed the initial discomfort of David being impaled with Roger's dick to grow to something more enjoyable. It became even better when Roger began to move his hips, sliding his cock up and down David's tunnel. Roger began with slow gentle strokes, increasing his speed as the friction in David's male pussy intensified the pleasure in his cock. David's pleasure peaked when Roger's cock reached its deepest penetration, and he moaned with every thrust. David's hand was on his own dick. With a dick in his hole and a hand on his dick, David could feel a wave building up in him.
David could feel the strength of Roger's body as he pounded David's bottom and he enjoyed it. David cried out, "Oh, Oh, Roger, Fuck me, Fuck me, Roger!" Roger complied, fucking harder and faster. The storm building in both of them burst at the same time with shot after shot of Roger's thick cream emptying into David as David sprayed the floor beneath him with squirt after squirt of his sperm.
They stayed quiet and coupled until Roger began to soften. Before he withdrew, Roger again leaned over and kissed David on the back and the neck. He said softly in his ear, "David, you are so good to me." After he withdrew, he laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling. David sat on the floor with his back against the sofa, his knees pulled up. They breathing slowed. Roger raised up on his elbows and looked with a smile at David.
David said, "That was great."
Roger said, "No, it was incredible." David laughed in agreement.
To be continued