Coach's Collection

“He’s just up in his room,” Michael’s Mum told me as she opened the door. She was in her mid-40’s and always had a tired look on her face, probably from wrangling the smart mouthed Micahel 24/7. “Thanks Mrs. Crawford” I called as I made my way up the stairs, thinking to myself that Michael’s Mum was actually kind of fit. I wondered if she’d have been one of the hot girls at school in her time. “Yeah?!” called Michael as I knocked on his door. “It’s me” I replied walking in. “Hey dude whats going on? Michael asked, his eyes affixed to the TV. “Not too much man,” I said, taking a seat in the beanbag strewn amongst the mess on his floor. He was lying on his bed, propped up with some pillows as he played COD. As per usual he was shirtless, his lean chest exposed and his small snail trail peeking out from his pants. “You eaten?” he asked, “Mum’s made something but I’ve eaten already, help yourself.” He still hadn’t looked away from the screen. I knew he’d be useless conversation till the match was over so I leaned into the bean bag and gazed around his room. There were posters over the wall, some movies, some bikini clad women, his floor was littered with clothes and empty food packets. He was a bit of a slob to be fair, but he was my best friend too so I took little heed of it. There was a bottle of lube and some condoms tucked under his bed, next to a box of tissues. “Never seen a man’s tissue stash before huh White?” joked Michael, sitting forward now that the match had ended. “Fuck off” I replied, as the image of his ass in the showers earlier flashed into my mind. “What’s up then?” He said, rearranging himself so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. I knew perfectly well what was up, my ass was still sore form the coach’s cock that had deflowered me only a few hours earlier. “You invited me over,” I quipped back, guarding my secret from Michael. “I’m sure there’s a reason you came over..” he continued, his sly tone probing me for info. I couldn’t stop myself thinking about the way Michael had gently tugged his cock a few times in front of me in the showers earlier. “Yeah, I just wanted to play some COD, my brother’s fucked our PS4” I replied, better play it safe for the time being.

Michael threw me a controller and we played online for a bit, he was much better than I was but that didn't bother me too much. I’d get eliminated pretty early in the game and had some time to covertly watch Michael play; the way he would twitch in response to the game, his hips shifting left and right so subtly, his lean muscled biceps tensing periodically. He was pretty hot, I’d always thought so but just repressed it. I most of all loved the ageing grey tracksuit pants he wore around the house. The elastic waist was worn from years of use, the fabric thinning, and cut for a frame that hadn’t yet hit puberty. I don’t know why he kept the old things, but I didn't mind, they showed off his glutes, package and ass beautifully. “I gotta take a leak man” said Michael as he stood up and started towards the door. “Yeah, cool” I said watching his junk jiggle gently beneath their veil. A few minutes later Michael came back, plonking himself down next to me on the beanbag. “Time for me to show you how it’s done” he said, starting a new game and proceeding to thrash me. We played for a little while, til I noticed a small patch of dark grey on his crotch. “Guess you don’t quite know how to hand that thing yet hey” I joked, pointing at the tiny wet spot on his pants. “Oh fuck off Seb, if it happens it happens, not like you were gonna suck me off or anything hey” He snapped, embarrassed about the miniature patch of urine on his trackies. “Well not anymore I’m not,” I retorted, swallowing hard as the image of his long slender cock popped into my head again. “Oh, so it was on the cards?” Michael said gently ribbing me and making eye contact with me for the first time. “Oh you wish,” I said, my cock gently stirring in my pants. I was still wearing the smelly underwear the coach had given me, their elastic not quite as resistant as a fresh pair. “Man I wish I had a gay friend you know, just one of the guys who’d be happy to chill with us and occasionally take a nut. You know?” Michael said, his words bringing my cock to life. I was starting to blush so quickly spat out “Uh.. yeah man but you-they’d probably want a go on that ass of yours.” I sounded nervous, but hoped Mike wouldn't pick up on it. “M-m-m-my ass?” he mocked, picking up on my hesitation. “They’d never get a go on my ass, I’m the big dick around here” he said, grabbing his junk to emphasise his point. In my head I knew it was a moot point, even my cock was bigger than Mikes, and Coach’s cock dwarfed mine, but the idea of watching Mike get G’d up on his own machismo was enticing.

“Oooh Big dick Crawford!” I teased putting my hand on the inside of his thigh, a glint of worry danced across his eyes. “You wish,” he said, shoving my hand off his leg, “Let’s play something else.” Mike bent over to swap the discs, I don’t think it was intentional but he showed off his fine ass in doing so. His tight track pants hugging the curves of his cheeks, perfectly framing where his cherry was. He really did have one of the most fuckable asses in the whole schoool. I bit my lip as I stared at it, imagining what it would be like to slide my cock into his virgin hole. My cock bounced again. “Ayy, what the fuck man?” Mike said catching me as I was sizing up his ass. “Fuck off,” I told him trying to divert attention from my swelling tool. Next, Mike did something I’d never expected. He sat back quickly, landing his ass right in my lap in the beanbag. “There you go” he said, his tone changing slightly as he sat back into my lap, “now you can have a feel too.” Surely Mike was just messing with me, testing me? It didn't matter though, I was horny and had thrown caution to the wind. “Mmm Feels good Crawford, almost as good as Amy’s ass” I laughed, gently tapping his ass to signal to him he could get off if he'd like. “Mmm It does feel good,” Mike said as he slowly rubbed his plump ass into my crotch, he turned his head to look at me, a cheeky look in his eye. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Was my best mate really coming onto me? Was Mike making a move on me? He’d jacked off in front of me in the showers this morning, but wasn't he just messing with me?

My cock was getting harder and harder, as his hips gently swirled. “C’mon” he said, as he loaded the new game. He didn't stop grinding the whole match, my hormones were racing. “Fuck off!” he yelled at the TV, his gyrating speeding up as he slaughtered his way through the stage. Was I dying? Halluceinting? My blood was racing, my own best friend was giving me a lap dance!? I couldn’t play with controlling myself anymore, Michael’s ass had done enough teasing. I placed my hand on his hips as his fat white boy ass massaged my bulging crotch. I could see that he was hard, his erect cock outlined on his leg by the elasticised cotton pants. I slid my hand down his front, over his cock. “Mmmmm yes” he sighed as my hand glanced up and down over his engorged tool, his ass bouncing on mine. I ran my hands down his front and began to play with his balls. They were neat little things, I could feel the wiry hair on and the slight sweat Mike had built up whilst gaming that evening. With his pants still on I gently cupped his nuts, stroking this shaft with the other hand, the head slightly damp from his piss earlier. “Fuck Seb,” he muttered, an uncertainty in his voice quickly silenced by a moan of pleasure as I fooled around with him. “Relax” I replied, massaging the head of his knob with my thumb. The situation had changed and I had long lost my anxieties of checking out Michael's, I mean I was playing with his cock! It was so hot, especially given the Coach had fucked me only hours before my ass was still sore! “You know, I was watching you in the shower this morning” I continued, gently but firmly squeezing his nuts in my hand. Mike moaned quietly, enjoying the mild pain. “Why do you think I asked you over” he replied, his voice now far more relaxed. “Well I think I know now,” I said, arching my pelvis into his behind, my cock like a flagpole.

Michael finished his match and cast the controller aside, he turned around and started kissing me passionately, I kissed back. We started making out on the beanbag, the two best friends making our as they explored each other’s slim twink-y frames. Michael was dry humping me in his Tracksuit pants, his tongue locked with mine. “Oooh Seb, you’re so fucking hard,” he said, as he rubbed his virgin hole on my cock. He stopped riding me and pulled down my pants, revealing my cock fighting its way out of Jason’s sweat stained briefs. “I saw the way you looked at me this morning in the shower White,” said Michael as he ran his hands over my package; trapped in its cotton cage. “I know you like my ass” he continued as he finally freed my cock, eliciting a sigh of relief. I didn't have anything smart to say, I was more focused on the way that Michael had just seduced me playing fucking video games, and was now jerking me off. I moaned again as his slender hands ran up and down my cock, his technique surprisingly good. I guess he’d been fuckin’ this hand for a few years now too. I laid back into the beanbag as Michael jerked me off, building up a great pace. “uuuuuuuhhhhhhhgggg Mike” I moaned as he started to play with my nuts. He hushed me, reminding me that we weren’t the only ones at home.

“Oh shit Mike that’s fuckin- OOOh” I moaned, biting the beanbag to stifle the noise as Mike’s skilled hands worked my shaft. “I’ve been waiting for this…” Mike said, his eyes studying the look of bliss on my face. I felt the hand he had on my balls moving backwards towards my gooch, and slid back into the beanbag, further spreading my legs and moving my ass towards him so he could finger my ass. “Someone’s fired up,” he joked, his face flush with a look of self-satisfaction. His eyes narrowed on mine as his hand slipped a finger into my lubed ass with ease. His expression changed and he froze, he quickly pulled his finger out “Is that shit?!” he asked, the shock clear on his face. He had stopped jerking me off and I was catapulted back to earth, my stomach dropped. I explained to him that it wasn’t shit and that it was lube, his eyes glittering at the realisation, and his cock following suit. “You lubed up before you came over?” he asked “You sly dog..” I stopped him jerking me off, his look of disappointment was clear. “I don't mind Seb! Seriously! Its hot you’re lubed up” he exclaimed, his thirst clear. I calmed his nerves reassuring him that I was still into it, and asked him to remove his pants.

With Michael and I now naked, hard and horny we sat across from one another, his legs under mine as our cocks touched between us. “Now nice and slow,” I started, eager to set the pace. “I wanna tell you something Michael” I continued, my voice calm as we frotted each other. Over the next few minutes I recounted the story of that morning, telling Michael about the incident with the coach. I told him about the collection of briefs the Coach had and the way that he’d spanked me. “You’re full of shit Seb,” moaned Michael, his eyes closed in bliss. I ignored him and continued the story, detailing the way that I’d been throated by the Coach and how he’d taken my cherry. Michaels moans had grown throughout the story and his cock was thrusting faster against mine. “I was on my knees and he looked down at me, the he shot his load in my throat” I explained, Michael’s moans a clear sign he was enjoying the story.

Michael blew a decent load over the two of us at the end of the story, his body shaking with excitement as he unloaded over our naked bodies. “OOOoaaaahhh Seb” he moaned, flopping back onto the bed, “You really fucked our Coach? Or did you just say that to get me off” “Why do you think my ass is lubed?” I asked back, proud to have earned a second load that day. Michael asked me more about the incident and I gave him the all details, blow by blow. He was definitely turned on, walking around the room naked gently playing with his flaccid, spent member as he asked me about the Coach’s cock. “I always knew he was a freak, he’s a fuckin’ Bull” he said gazing out his window into the night. Mike hadn’t made me cum but it was okay; Coach’s loads had tuckered me out, Mike and I laid down on the floor together and played some FIFA. After a few games Michael was getting cocky and his dick showing signs of life again; “If I win the next game 2 - Nil then I get to taste some of that ass okay?” I accepted the bet, knowing that it’d be a struggle to win agains the guy that played video games almost as much as he played with himself. We battled it out and I came out on top. “One more round! It’s not fair” Mike protested as the stats filed over the screen. Telling him that I didn't care for the rules nor fairness I shimmied over and slapped his plump ass.

That night Michael and I fucked each other multiple times. After eating his ass and playing with his hole I’d eventually managed to get my cock in. He was a great bottom, his plump ass was the perfect sheath as I ploughed my tool into him, his tight virgin ass gripping me like a pussy never had. He moaned like a slut when as I came, my cock deep in his ass as it ballooned the condom full of seed. Mike too would get his turn fucking me too I assured him. It was late and we’d said goodnight to his Mum and brushed our teeth. I’d usually sleep on a mattress on the floor, but given the circumstances shared his single bed. We were quietly watching Predator, Arnold’s rippled physique acting as boner fodder for us, when Michael made his move. He grabbed my ass “I wanna taste” he whispered as he sucked on my ear lobe. I moaned in affirmation, Mike biting my ear had turned me on. It was a warm night and I rolled onto my front so Michael could eat my ass. His long tongue exploring my crevasses, his hand fondling my jewels. I realised why so many of the girls loved to sleep with Michael: If he ate ass like he ate pussy that’d be in heaven, I sure was with my whore best friend hungrily devouring my hole. I was enjoying getting my ass eaten and watching Arnie’s sculpted body when Michael slipped his cock in. By the time Arnie had called “Get to the Chopper!” Michael’s cock had been working my hole for a few minutes. It was no where near a good as Coach’s thick veiny member, but the he was still giving it to me good. He’s started fucking me on my front but soon swapped to spooning me. Mike’s long cock started with slow strokes, and before long was jackhammering my hole with his slender manhood. I didn't expect him to be so talented, his pounding opening up the hole the Coach had made earlier. Mike reached over and stuck his fingers in my mouth, his rod firing deep into me. I sucked on them, moaning with pleasure as my friend gave me a thorough dicking down. I was getting too loud as Mike was reaching his stride, he shoved Jason’s dirty briefs in my mouth to gag my moans, sending me crazy. He pulled out and shot another load all over my ass, his hot liquid dripping onto the sheets. “Fuck Seb, Coach was right” he moaned as he slapped my ass. We finished Predator and I fucked Mike again during the credits. As the credits rolled and I had relieved myself by covering Mike’s juicy ass in more cum, we kissed each other goodnight and fell asleep.

That night I had wonderfully vivid dreams about Michael and the Coach. Fucking me, fucking each other, the two of them fucking me. A kaleidoscope of cocks and asses swirled through my mind. In the last 24 hours I had gone from an anal virgin to swallowing my coach and best friend’s loads. I woke up the next day feeling well rested and well fucked, Michael had already jumped in the shower, a damp patch of jizz left on sheets between us. Before we left for class Michael asked if he could suck me off, “Of course” I said, my cock hard and cum stocks replenished as he squatted to empty me of my load. Riding the bus to school that day was strange, something had changed, I was more confident than ever and had a new found sense of self. I had also emptied my nuts all over my best friend only an hour ago.. We had Basket Ball training that afternoon.