Gym Boys by Shane Allison Page A

looked it over with curiosity, following the veins along it, watching how the head flared out.
    â€œYou can touch it, Rufus, it won’t bite,” Coach said. And I reached out, put my hand around Coach’s dick and squeezed.
    It seemed like an awful familiar thing to do to a member of the Enid High School faculty but after all, Coach had said it was all right. Damn if Coach’s dick didn’t just throb in my hand like something with a mind of its own, and a little drop of precome oozed on out. I took a deep breath. I never sniffed a man’s dick and balls before; Coach’s had a smell of fresh sweat, but something else too, a smell something like when Daddy took me out hunting: the smell of a stag in rut. Damn if that didn’t just set my own dick a-twitching something fierce. I sniffed again, and that ol’ smell just got me drunker than moonshine. I leaned forward and ran my tongue around Coach’s dickhead and then slid the whole thing down my throat. At that moment, it felt like my mouth was just the most natural place in the world for Coach’s dick to be, like they was specially made for each other. Coach gave a mighty groan. “Goddamn, but that feels good!” he gasped, and he commenced to pumping his hips, sliding his dick back and forth between my lips.
    Well, we just went on like that for a while, me just licking and sucking on Coach’s dick. All of a sudden, Coach pulled out. “Lie down, Rufus,” he said, his voice urgent. I lay on the linoleum, and Coach sat on my chest. He dropped his balls into my mouth and I began licking them hard, rolling them around with my tongue, putting them both into my mouth and sucking on them. Coach started jerking off with me doing this. That surprised the hell out of me. I never realized men as old as Coach jerked off too! I remembered how good it felt when Coach pinched my nipples, so I reached up and pinched his too.
    â€œOh yeah!” Coach groaned. “That’s right, son.” He spit in his hand, reached back and began stroking my dick again. Well, damn if that just didn’t get me a-squirming and a-twisting all over the linoleum.
    Coach twisted around so that he could get at my dick as well, and we both commenced to sucking each other off, Coach doin’ push-ups above me like it was a pre-practice warm-up. I swear, I can’t remember doing anything that was half so much fun! Coach was real good about getting all of my dick down his throat. We rolled around on the floor, and this time I wound up on top. He grabbed hold of my ass with both hands and just pushed me to him. I could feel my big ol’ dick just slide through his mouth and down his throat like butter on a hot skillet. I did my best on Coach’s meat as well. I may not have had as much practice as Coach, but I was having one hell of a good time, and I think that was registering on him. “Yeah, son,” he laughed, as he pumped his meat into my mouth. “If you were only as good at wrestling as you are at sucking cock, we’d be up for the interstate championship by now.”
    Well, it wasn’t much longer before I had to cry out, “Coach, I’m fixing to shoot any second now!” I felt like it was only polite that I inform him.
    Coach pulled my dick out of his mouth and yelled, “Hang on, Rufus! I’m almost there myself, and we might as well come together!” He pumped his dick a couple of times hard into my mouth, and I could feel his body commence to shuddering. He quickly started sucking my cock again hard, squeezing my balls, and that was what pushed me over the edge. I felt what must have been a couple of quarts of come just pump on out of my dick into Coach’s mouth, just as he squirted his own load down my throat. Well, we just rolled around on the floor, happier than two pigs in shit, with each other’s dicks in our mouths, gruntin’ and snortin’, eatin’ come like we was