Gym Boys by Shane Allison

Coach, I cleared my throat. “I mean, yes, sir.”
    Coach looked thoughtful. “Hmmm,” he said. “And what about this?” He leaned forward and began licking my nipples, biting them gently with his teeth and flicking them with his tongue.
    â€œAhhh, jeez,” I moaned.
    Coach pulled back again. “Interesting,” he said. He dropped down to his knees so that his face was right in front of my dick. He took hold of my dick and began stroking it slowly, pulling the skin over the head and back again. “And what about that, Rufus?”
    â€œYeah, Coach, yeah,” I groaned. “I’m definitely feeling somethin’.”
    Coach looked satisfied. “Very good.” He looked up at me again and grinned. “Now my mouth is going to be full for a while, so I won’t be able to talk to you, Rufus. It’ll be up to you to give me feedback.”
    â€œOkay, Coach,” I gasped. “I’ll try.”
    Coach put his mouth around my balls and began sucking on them hard, still stroking my dick. He worked his tongue around each nut, giving them a good washing.
    â€œOh god, Coach, I think we’re onto something here,” I moaned. Coach slid his tongue up the shaft of my dick, back to my balls again and then back up my dick. He flicked my dickhead with his tongue, pushing it down into the piss slit, sliding it all over the head. Suddenly he plunged down and took my dick in his mouth. Well, my knees just about gave out with that. “Sweet Jesus!” I cried out. And I’m ashamed to admit this, but I lost control and did a very disrespectful thing. I grabbed Coach’s head and began pumping my dick back and forth inside his mouth, as deep as I could get it. Which was still three or four inches shy from being all the way.
    Coach broke away. “Slow down, Rufus,” he gasped. “You’re too big to just go plowing my mouth like a bull in heat.” I was about to apologize, but he made an impatient wave with his hand. “Just shut up and let me do this my own way. Believe me; I know what I’m doing.” He took hold of my dick again and swallowed it. Slowly, he worked it down his throat, inch by inch, until his nose was buried in my pubes. I never would have thought it possible, but Coach is a man who knows how to do things right. His head began bobbing back and forth, and each time he came back he managed to take my cock in all the way. I held on to his head again, but gently this time, just running my fingers through his hair, slowly moving my hips back and forth in time to his sucking. I have to admit, we was goin’ over this sexual tension business with a fine-tooth comb.
    Well, Coach started twisting his head from side to side now, wrapping his tongue around my dick in a manner that would have pert near lifted me out of my socks if I had still been wearing them. I looked down and dang if I didn’t see Coach strokin’ his hard dick too, while suckin’ on mine. And a thought just kind of lit up in my head.
    â€œCoach!” I said. “You got sexual tension too, don’t you?”
    Coach took my dick out of his mouth, looked up at me, and grinned. “Well, yes, Rufus, I have to confess that I do.”
    And I realized that I’d not been minding my manners. Here Coach was working so hard to help me get over my sexual tension, and dang if I’d so much as lifted a finger to help him with his. “Well, shoot, Coach,” I said. “It just don’t seem right that I don’t help you out, too.”
    Well, I tell you, Coach’s face just lit up like it was Christmas morning. It made my heart glad just to see it. “Rufus,” he said. “You are a true gentleman. And don’t let anybody tell you otherwise.”
    He stood up and, without giving it a thought, I just dropped down to my knees the way Coach had done. Coach’s dick shot out in front of my face, long and hard, and I