Michael and His Coach 12
By Stockman
Michael's final chapter. Feedback appreciated at stockman334@gmail.com
We all cleaned up in the open air showers in the middle of the pavilion. Benny and Blake couldn't keep their hands off each other; they seemed to really enjoy each other's large penis. Benny ended up fucking Blake again while Michael and I enjoyed the show. When it was over, when Benny had cum inside Blake's willing man-cunt and Blake coating the floor with another of his big loads, they took off to "see the sights." I had no doubt they'd end up in the Bunkhouse with Justin and his squad.
Michael and I went toward the track for a run. I had to piss along the way so I directed the boy to sit on the bare ground. Michael did so as he watched me soak his naked body. I liked that his cock stayed hard. "You're doing well, so far, boy," I told him as I rained my body fluid onto him.
"Did I do something wrong, Coach?" he asked suddenly unsure of his progress. I directed piss onto his hair so it drained down his face. It looked as if he was in tears, but it was likely the piss; his eyes filled up so quickly, I couldn't be sure. "I ...I thought I was doing ok. I even started to lick Blake's ass without being told. I thought I was pleasing you."
"Yes, you did," iI told him. I sat down next to him on the grass. I cupped his face in my hands. "You've been a good boy." I stuck two fingers into his mouth, Michael accepting them without question. I directed some piss from his hair, his cheeks and his chin into his mouth. Michael licked my fingers clean. He unquestioningly accepted my pissy fingers even as I pushed deep into his mouth, forcing a small gag as I pushed into his throat. "You've done well here at the ranch, Michael. You have demonstrated your comfort with men here at the ranch. You've sucked a lot of cock, you've gotten fucked a ton of times, and now you're learning to rim a guy's ass. All good."
"Oh Coach, I never thought I could do those things, I thought that was faggy and I didn't want to be a fag. But now, I kind of like it." He looked at me with an intensity I didn't see before. "Especially with you, Coach. I know it's ok if you're with me."
Michael was admitting something important here. He was becoming dependent on me. That's not what I wanted. I wanted him to be his own man, to know that he wants cock for himself, not because I want him to have it. He still needs more work, I decided. I wondered if it was his upbringing that makes him so dependent. I took a hold of his hard cock.
"Tell me about your dad," I asked, stroking his cock. His solid shaft felt so good in the palm of my hand. Seven inches of hard teen cock, so smooth even as it throbbed. His answers were typical: his dad's a lawyer, hard working, keeps in shape, yadddaa yadddaa yadddaa. I knew I had to get more personal. "How's his body? Ever see his dick? What's his dick like?" I squeezed his cock as I asked about his dad's cock.
"Arggh." he moaned. I knew he felt that squeeze deep into his core. But he did not pull away or stop me, even as I squeezed harder. "Tell me about your dad's dick."
"AARRGH," he groaned again. "OK, Ok. I'll tell you what little I know." I let up the squeeze but held his hard 7 inches in my palm. I noticed a drop of pre-cum at the beautiful head of his cut penis. "I saw dad naked only a couple times. Probably because I avoided seeing him, not the other way around. He isn't all that shy, like me...or like I was. We were at his gold club. He stripped down before I had a chance to make an excuse. I knew his chest was hairy, but didn't know how hairy was dick and balls were."
"I'm glad you were looking," I interjected.
"Really I didn't want to; I was afraid I'd get caught or get, you know, excited. But I couldn't help but glance. `Dad has a nice dick' I said to myself. About 4 inches long in its soft state. A whole lot of pubic hair. And big balls, also pretty hairy." I then turned away to wait for him in the lobby before anyone could catch me staring."
"That's really good, Michael." I continued to stroke his dripping cock, gently moving from his young testicles to his throbbing cock head. He looked at me stroking, unconsciously opening his legs even more to provide me as much access as I wanted. "I bet you'd have liked to suck his cock in that locker room. Run your tongue up and down his big dad cock. Maybe even get him to fuck you. Plenty of guys want their dad to fuck them. Would you? Would you want your dad's hard cock in your pussy? Your dad fucking his boy? Wouldn't that feel so good? Pounding you? Cumming inside of you? Your dad loving his boy the way he wants to be loved?" I stroked his cock firmly as the boy groaned out loud.
"Oh yes, Dad," he groaned as he started shooting cum up my arm and onto my chest. Great globs of white sticky cream hit us both as the young man came again and again. Finally he grabbed my hand to stop. He leaned back onto the ground, virtually collapsing with the intensity of his orgasm.
In the several minutes of silence that passed as Michael regained his strength, I gently caressed his retreating cock, enjoying the feel of soft teen dick and young balls. Michael just watched me with half lidded eyes, accepting the gentle possession of his privates by an adult. I believed, however, that this time it wasn't his Coach. "Still thinking of your dad?" I asked. "It's him playing with your dick right now, isn't it? It's him rolling your balls, isn't it? It's him you were dreaming of sucking, isn't it?"
"Oh Coach, I so love my dad," Michael explained.
"I'm glad, boy. A son SHOULD love his dad. You know you called out his name when you came. That's so good. Now close your eyes. Now it's his fingers touching your cock, isn't it? It's his gentle touch on your balls you're feeling right now. It's his fingers pressing into your ass right now. Feel how his fingers are pushing into your pussy right now. Your dad would love to fuck you. And you want him to fuck you, don't you?"
"Oh, fuck, yes," Michael moaned. He rolled back onto his shoulders pulling his legs apart. He so wanted to be fucked. I couldn't help but roll atop him. I knew what he wanted, but realized I couldn't be his dad in a fuck. I whispered in his ear, "I know you want your dad to fuck you, boy, but you'll have to accept me as a replacement. Are you ready to get fucked?"
He seemed to look at me clearly. "Yes, Coach. Please fuck me. I need to get fucked so bad."
I plunged my hard cock fully into Michael's body. It felt so good. The boy's love chute seemed to squeeze my 9 inches with a slick, velvet wall that touched every millimeter of my fat cock. "Oh Michael, you feel so good. I know your dad will love fucking you as much as I do. Oh yes, take my cock. take my cock!"
I thrusted side the teen for several minutes to the boy's singsong moans. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." He was loving it as much as I.
I fucked for nearly 20 minutes. Just fucking this boy for all the pleasure we each could stand. Finally, I couldn't take much more. My balls pulled up and within a moment, I came. My cock was shooting inside this lovely boy. This boy that so wants to be fucked. I shot jets of cum so perfectly into his willing pussy. This boy who just a day ago was saying how he didn't want to look at a naked guy because he didn't want to be a fag, now is accepting all the cock he can get.
I knew Michael would seek out his father for loving. I knew that he'd work hard on his athletics and be comfortable around his friends and coaches. Comfortably naked. Life would be good for the boy.
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