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"Well, thanks for the beers man, I gotta go" I said as I gulped the last of my seventh or eighth one of the day. I had been at Ryan's all afternoon.
After I had fucked him on the kitchen floor, everything had changed. We sat and had a few beers like we were old friends. He finally opened up to me about some of his feelings. How he was struggling with who he was and what was in store for him in the future, not only about his sexuality. He told me that he had wanted me to fuck him for a really long time, but he was scared. And even though it was so hot when he was dominating, that wasn't his real personality. He said he would love to keep doing role play like that and other stuff, but he thought I was cool and wanted me to know what he was really like.
After two more beers and a couple of some good conversation, we found ourselves on the couch groping each other. Soon, we were kissing. Not the "hard and fast, oh my god, I can't believe were kissing" kiss, but a long, deep, passionate kiss. I softly pushed Ryan away. He looked at me unsurely. He had a look of fear in his eyes.
"Don't worry, it's cool, Ry." I said, as I smiled and positioned myself on the floor between his legs. I looked up at him as he sat back on the couch. I proceeded to strip him, as he obediently sat there spread eagled. Without a word, he lifted each leg and arms when appropriate to remove each article of clothing. Once I had him completely naked, I stood up and slowly removed all of mine. I couldn't help but admire this beautiful, naked body that sat in front of me. I felt his eyes on me as I exposed more and more of my body. I realized this was the first time we were seeing each other completely naked in the daylight. I certainly loved what I saw and I think Ryan was enjoying his view as well.
Once naked, I got back on my knees between his legs. I played and licked and sucked his dick for at least 20 minutes. Sometimes hard and fast, sometimes soft and slow. My tongue moved up and down the shaft, to his balls, and occasionally a tease to his recently used hole. I could taste my own cum, which I savored mixed with the taste and scent of my stud.
"This is more like it, eh Ry?" I asked as I continued to lick his rock hard cock.
"This is incredible, Jason. You are driving me wild" he said, almost gasping. "You are gonna make me cum." Asking more than stating it.
I didn't answer, I just went to work. I picked up the pace. I loved teasing this boy and keeping him on the edge, but he was obviously struggling. More importantly, I was beginning to tire. My jaw was aching. Even though I couldn't get enough of this delicious cock, I was ready for a break. Plus, I was now craving his hot cum. I wanted to feel it splash against the back of my mouth and then swirl it around my tongue and swallow it down.
I felt his long cock pulse in my mouth as I slid it slowly in deep and closed my mouth around it. I knew he was close and I also knew he loved for me to be sucking really slowly when he shot. Of course, I remember that because he yelled at me to do it that way one of our first times.
I felt his cock head enter my throat and then he groaned out.
"Oh fuck Jason, yes, keep doing that!"
He put his hands on my head and started to thrust his hips. This was not the forceful grab of my head and violent thrust to try and rip my throat in two, it was a soft gentle back and forth so that his mushroom head tickled my throat. His hands slid gracefully through his hair.
I felt his precum pouring down my throat as I struggled to hold his cock fully in my throat. I couldn't breathe, but I was doing my best to hold it. I would swallow which brought his cock in further and also cause Ryan to shudder as my throat muscles pleasured his cock head in ways he had never experienced.
I needed to breathe, so I slowly pulled off his raging cock. I stroked his cock his saliva soaked shaft while I panted heavily and slobbered over his cock head.
"Oh Fuck Jim, I am gonna cum," Ryan announced and pulled my head back onto his cock.
I resisted enough so that his thick, juicy cock head rested on my tongue as it exploded. I was able to feel the pulsation as he unloaded into my wanting mouth. I felt his balls twitch against my chin as they were being drained into my mouth.
"Yes Jim, that feels so good." Ryan exclaimed as he continued to run his hands through my hair and gently guide my mouth around his cock to continue this intense orgasm.
I gobbled up all that he had to offer, swirling it in my mouth, savoring the taste until finally swallowing it all down.
He soon became silent and his movements halted. I rested my against his thigh and let his cock soften in my mouth until it slid out and flopped against his worn out balls.
I drifted off to sleep and I think Ryan did the same. The dog's bark aroused us. Ryan leaped up and closed the front door before the mailman was treated to quite a surprise.
We shared a laugh as we both realized what could have been quite embarassing.
Then I realized something. He was calling me Jim, not Jason.
"Hey, how come you were calling me Jim?" I asked.
"Cuz, that's your name, isn't it?" He quickly answered.
"Yeah, but I thought you thought it was Jason, from my email." I explained.
"Umm, well, I kinda know you" he said as he looked away.
"What? How do you know me?" I said as my mind raced and my heart began to race in a panic.
Ryan laughed, "Hey don't worry dude, it's not like that. I used to play basketball for my school and you used to coach your son's team. We played you a bunch of times. I remember I thought you were hot back then. When I saw your pictures that you sent me, I couldn't believe it. But, I wasn't exactly sure either. But today, in the day light, I knew it was you."
I was stunned. I was trying to go through the teams that I coached that would have been his age and all the teams we played against to see if I could remember him. But, it was too hard and he was so much younger, I wouldn't have remembered.
"Wow, that is cool. But how did you even know my name? I don't even know the other team's coaches first names." I asked, feeling so turned on by the new information.
"Well," Ryan grinned and I could see a bit of redness appear on his cheeks, "I told you I thought you were hot, so I checked the roster sheet they hand out."
"And you remembered all this time?" Now I was smiling from ear to ear and feeling a bit flushed myself.
"Umm, yeah. I always looked forward to playing you guys so I could see you. You were so hot." He said, sounding kind of excited to be letting out his secret.
"Oh fuck, that is so hot. Thinking about the other team's coach while out there playing." I said.
"You know how hard it was to concentrate!" Ryan said as he smiled.
Then, I suddenly remembered how our first few meetings had gone.
"Oh fuck," I exclaimed as I put my head in my hands.
"What's wrong, Jim?" Ryan said as he put his hand on my shoulder. "Oh god, I am so embarrassed," I said, looking up but not at Ryan. "I can't believe I let you treat me like that. The former coach that you probably looked up to, turning into a little submissive pussy, doing whatever you told me to."
Ryan moved closer and wrapped his arm around me.
"I thought that was really hot. I was surprised but I liked it. I feel bad the way I was treating you. I told you I am not normally like that and I actually couldn't believe I was saying and doing some of that stuff. I was just really turned on that I was fucking a coach."
I looked up at him and kissed him...hard. I was so turned on by what I had just heard, I felt myself losing control. I needed to fuck this boy, and I needed to fuck him hard.
I grabbed him and yanked him on top of me. I was sitting and Ryan was sitting in my lap straddling me, resting on his knees.
His eyes had a quizzical look in them. I assumed it was because he was seeing the crazed look in my eyes.
"Well, Ryan, we both know when you were on that court watching me, you really wanted me to fuck you, didn't you." I barked out and then kissed him hard again before he could answer.
"Yeah, you wanted to be fucked by coach. You used to go home and stick your little finger in your ass wishing it was my cock, didn't you?" I spoke in my best coach is angry voice.
This time I waited for his answer.
"Umm, yes," he said once he realized I was waiting for an answer.
"Yes, what" I immediately growled back.
"Yes, coach." He answered.
I kissed him hard again while my hands squeezed each of his muscular mounds and pulled them apart to expose his hot hole.
I positioned my dripping cock against it, and slid it back and forth.
"Now, what did you want Coach to do, boy?" I asked.
"Oh fuck me." He softly said.
"What did you say?" I asked, sounding quite annoyed. I began to set him back down on my knees, removing my cock from his entry way.
"Please, coach, fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard. I have wanted it for so long. I want to be your little fuck toy." He pleaded.
I lifted him back up and drive him onto my cock. "Aaaagh, fuck coach, that hurts so bad." He whined.
"Fuck you, you little bitch, quit your whining!" I yelled as I drove him further onto my cock.
Once I had fully penetrated my new boy toy, I let him gather himself. When he had stopped whimpering, I figured it was time to go to work.
I began to raise him up, until I heard my cock head pop out of his juicy hole, and then I would drop him back on it.
If I would miss re-entry, I would yell at him:
"Get my cock back in your ass, bitch"
Ryan would obediently balance himself and drive my cock back in. He was grimacing with each entry.
After 10 minutes, I began to tire from lifting him. So, on the final drive back in, I rested.
I was delighted to see Ryan continue the efforts on his own. His whining and wimpering was replaced by groans of ecstasy as he was now impaling himself. I noticed he was having me enter him at a slightly different angle.
His yelp confirmed what I thought I felt with my cock head. He was now driving my cock fully across his prostate. His juice began pouring out as he began to milk himself with my throbbing cock.
I threw him off me.
"What the fuck?" he cried out as he fell to the floor.
"You ain't fucking cumming yet, you little slut!" I yelled as I stood up over him. "Get up and bend over the couch."
Ryan obediently got up and leaned over the arm of the couch, exposing his muscled ass and trapping his cock beneath him.
I walked over and opened the door.
"Where are you going, coach? Please don't leave! You gotta fuck me!" Ryan begged.
"Don't worry kid, I will. I am just opening the door so anyone that walks by can see and hear what a little cock slut you are." I said.
"No coach, please don-aaahhhh" Ryan pleaded but was rudely interrupted by my cock driving into him.
"Oh fuck Coach, yes, fuck your little cock slut!" Ryan yelled. Apparently, he wasn't too worried about the door.
In reality, the door being open wasn't a big deal. The house was off the sidewalk enough that it would have been difficult to see or hear anything that went on in here as you walked by.
I decided to see how much my long time admirer could take. His hole was at the perfect height and angle for me to get everything behind each thrust. The couch was heavy enough that it wouldn't slide forward to much as I drove deep into Ryan.
I fought through the exhaustion and continued to slam into Ryan as hard as I could. I felt my quads and glutes burning as I strained to go long, fast and hard. Ryan was emitting a chorus of noises without pauses, all seemingly sounds of pleasure as my throbbing cock head punished his g-spot.
His cock was still trapped under him but I could see his balls twitching when I pulled out of him. I was certain the couch was soaked with his precum.
I felt my own balls begin to boil as I changed my angle of entry slightly. Ryan's tight hole was worn out. I could feel the muscles strain to tighten around my cock as it sped in and out, but there was not much left.
Ryan's song had begun to taper off, not from reduced enjoyment, but pure exhaustion.
"Oh coach," Ryan panted, "please let me cum I can't go on anymore."
I knew I was close and I also knew I was about to fall over myself.
"OK," I said as I pulled out my cock quickly. I was out of breath myself so rather than trying to speak, I grabbed his hips and began to roll him over.
Ryan looked back at me a bit confused, but he helped me put himself on his back. His hips were on the arm of the couch and so still in a perfect position for me to keep fucking him.
And that I did.
But, now, his cock was free and he went right to work on it. It only took a few rapid tugs before he announced his impending explosion.
"Oh yes, coach, I am gonna cum, keep fucking me." He happily screamed.
"Keep that mouth op----," I started to say as I realized with the angle he was at, the healthy load he was working up would probably shoot that far.
I cut off my words in disbelief as Ryan's first three shots arced high in the air and landed perfectly in his mouth. The fourth faltered and crashed into his chin.
As he continued to stroke more of his cum onto his chest, I pulled my cock from his exhausted hole.
It only took a few tugs for my balls to erupt as well. I carefully aimed at my target-- his still open mouth; the bull's eye being the white puddle at the back of his tongue. I had to hurry as I knew he was going to need to swallow shortly.
I felt electricity shoot threw my body as my first shot erupted from my cannon. Unfortunately, I was off target and it splashed his right cheek. I held my cock steady as shot number two launched. A perfect hit! Shot three followed right behind it.
That was all Ryan could take as he closed his mouth and swallowed. I saw his Adam's Apple bob up and down and he let our warm juices slide down his throat.
I continued to stroke and paint his cum filled chest with mine as well.
I fell to my knees and then to the ground, breathing heavily.
I faintly heard Ryan's soft whimpers as his breathe slowed before I fell asleep.
For the second time that afternoon, I woke dazed and confused. Once again, the dog did it. This time it was with a lick to my face rather than a bark. I looked up. Ryan was still asleep, legs dangled over the arm of the couch. There were lines of dried cum running down to his sides from the many puddles that we had created on that beautiful chest.
I quietly got myself dressed and grabbed my now somewhat warm beer from the table. I hated to wake him, but I wasn't sure if someone might be coming home or if he needed to be somewhere.
I tapped his knee.
"Well, thanks for the beers man, I gotta go" I said as I gulped the last of my beer down.
I saw his eyes open as I turned to go. Nothing more needed to be said. He was awake enough that he could figure out if he needed to stay awake or move from the couch.
I looked back one more time as I hit the doorway. Our eyes locked, we smiled. He mouthed, "Thanks, Coach." I closed the door behind me.
That's it for Chapter Seven. I didn't get to the call from Ricky, but I will in Chapter 8, which really will be the last. Please send any comments to me at jclarkson35@gmail.com. Thanks again for the responses.