Trainer 3
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DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting sexual acts involving male teens.
The story is intended for adult readers and not minors. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. In no way is this intended to advocate for sex with minors its just my fantasy about growing up.
The first weeks of being the trainer for the swim team were enlightening for sure. Discovering that I had a taste for sucking cock via Sean's, shall we say, Highly encouraged, advancement of the cramp relief processes I learned in the summer, as the biggest revelation. It was not long before others were to play out.
After the senior stud, Sean, virtually forcing me to `taste' his dick which became a full on introductory course in passionate cock sucking and a mildly resisted second major in consuming cum, I was more horny than I had ever been. By his making me jerk off and even lick up my own spew after draining his big balls, it had the effect that even time I beat my meat at home all of the thoughts in my head were of his thick dick between my lips and the fat head poking at my throat. Those mental images made me cum stronger than ever in my life. No way was I getting the thoughts of sucking cock out of my head. Believe me I tried.
A week after that momentous event I was wrapping things up in the training room, putting away the tape, the towels, and the exercise gear. I had already collected the swimmers suits and damp towels for the wash/dry process. I would finish the next day. The first batch of towels were all folded and stacked on the massage table when thru the door comes Sean. Fighting the urges did not help as my gaze went straight to the massive tubular bulge in his speedo.
"Hey Matt. How is my favorite dick lover today?"
"AAAh. I told you I am not into that."
"You for sure liked it last week. You seemed hungry as hell for cock once we got it in your sexy mouth."
"You forced me!"
"Yes I did and you loved it. Why fight it. You like cock!"
I had no answer but stood there flabbergasted at the way he was talking to me.
"Put some of those towels on the floor, bitch!" My expression must have been a big WTF? But I took part of a stack down. Sean stood there proudly tracing his `problem' with his fingers.
"On your knees cock sucker! Time to feed my trainer some sweet fucking meat." He sort of guided me down to kneeling in front of him. My entire field of vision was the swollen front of his pale blue speedo as his hands took a grip on my head and pressed my face into the silky mounded warm hard flesh. Swaying back and forth, holding my head steady, I was forced to trace the thick tube with my lips no matter what my opinion was.
"OK, My new jizz junkie. Time to pull the rip cord and release your late afternoon lunch."
I fumbled to find the drawstring just inside the waist. I found it and a quick yank had the whole front of the suit moving outward forced by that massive meat muscle within trying to escape. His hands left my head just long enough to put the suit below his scrotum causing Sean's telephone pole prick to hit me in the face.
"Hand on dick slut! Stroke it some while you lick my fast filling balls."
The feelings of my hand once again around most of his tremendous tool had me drooling even before my tongue began to assault the wrinkly sack perched perfectly below.
"Take one in your mouth. Ah, Yes. Roll that around and get it real sloppy. I want spit, bitch! Now the other one."
It was a strange feeling working his tight bag but I had no choice in the matter i guessed. After a few minutes of this new service he told me to look at his dick and glancing up revealed a streamer of pre cum descending the under side of his cock from the hole. Without instruction I extended my tongue as long and wide as I could. Pressing it against the hot hard shaft I slowly lapped upward towards the tip drawing in the sweet slippery trace of glop on the way.
"Oh Shit man. That feels so fucking good."
I was paused near the top, underside of the cock head perched against my now lubricated tongue.
"Suck my dick slut! Oh fuck. Take it all you cock loving whore!"
Opening wide I did exactly that. With his pressured assist from above my wetted lips descended delicious dick until I was poked in the throat. Sean let out a long moan and firmly held my hand in place until I had to gag and he eased up. I traveled the length a few more times before sean suddenly stopped me, popping his fat dick from my lips.
"I want to try something else. Get your ass up there on the table on your back."
I stood up so quickly I felt light headed and about fell onto the padded table. My head was back on the extended rest but he reached under adjusting the tilt down, my head almost dangling over the end.
Sean kicked away the suit that had been resting about knee level as I had slobbered on his dick on my knees.
Stepping up to my head, holding his heavy weapon at the base wielding it like a bat, he slapped it a number of times all around my face while I attempted to catch it with my open mouth, my lips or my tongue.
Kind of laughing he says, "You really want this dick in your mouth don't you suck boy? Well it is your lucky day. Face fucking 101 class is about to begin. And it did with all 8 inches swiftly burrowing its way over my lips and tongue and trekking past where tonsils once were to lodge is girthy tip in my throat.
I was not sure what would explode first. My head, thrilled and flushed with passion and spit and cock eating pleasure or my own hard as stone pecker in the gym shorts fully tented down below. I was getting royally fucked in the mouth. Throat fucked. Totally shafted to the max and I loved it. Who knew? Well now I did. I was a cock sucker and loving it!
Shall I continue?
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