Football Camp

I thought gruff Barrett had returned at practice the next day. It wasn't the easiest or hardest of our days there. Maybe I was getting used to the physicality of the ordeal. And the morning for the QBs was taken up by throwing practice and agility drills. Throughout it all Coach Barrett was professional as could be, not registering any look different for me than the other guys. He yelled at me when I messed up and complimented me when I threw a precision pass.

It bugged me for the first hour, but pretty soon I focused on the task at hand.

We hit the gym in the afternoon for strength training and Barrett caught a moment when I'd gone to the water fountain and was alone. "Not as much drive out on the field today Barrett," he said as he stepped up next to me.

I leaned up from taking a sip and wiped my mouth dry. "Sorry Coach," I replied sincerely. I think all good ball players want to please their coach, but with Barrett that was doubled for me. "I'll do better tomorrow."

He smiled, breaking his tough demeanor. He gave me a playful punch. "It's OK, Griffin." He lowered his voice to a sultry whisper. "My fault for draining your energy last night."

Oh fuck. This man knew how to make me feel good. "Was worth it, sir," I smirked.

"Tomorrow night, same time?" he asked quietly.

"Yes sir," I beamed.

Coach smiled and gave me another paternal clap on the shoulder. "Good man. In the meanwhile, let me give you your workout plan."

****

My muscles were sore as hell that evening. McKinney and the other guys probably had a tough workout too cause we were all quiet around the table during dinner.

As eager as I was too have another session with Coach, I was actually glad that it wasn't tonight. When I got back to the room I plopped on the bed, not sleepy but eager to rest my sore body.

Joe stripped off his shirt and examined his body in the mirror. "Damn, Griffin I think I've put on five pounds of muscle here."

Maybe it was an exaggeration but no doubt McKinney was bulking up, even with the nonstop exercise and water loss from a week plus at camp. "Looking good, bro," I said truthfully.

Joe smiled and looked over at me. "You too Griff. They're putting some real meat on your string bean frame."

I turned over on the mattress to face him. "Barrett's given me a workout plan for the next year. I'll probably see better results now that I know what I'm doing."

Joe sat on the couch, still shirtless, like every night. I was a little envious of his bulk. "No doubt, bro."

"So..." I ventured, "You got anything going on with Jeffers tonight?"

The defensive player smirked, shaking his head no. "Big Stan already fucked me."

"No shit?" Joe could keep me on my toes, all right.

"No shit, bro. We found an empty office this afternoon and dude did a two minute sprint on my ass. For a married guy he's a horny fucker."

"Damn!" I growled. I didn't think I was horny after a long day but my dick was coming to life at the idea. It was so crazy and impetuous, those guys sneaking off while the rest of us were in the weight room. "Two minutes?"

"If that. Jeffers wanted a quickie, and I love the guy's dick, so... yeah."

"That's wild," I said.

"Tell me about it. I still got the man's load in me," he said absently, as he slipped down his shorts. He was wearing a jock strap and I watched excitedly as he lifted his left leg and reached down to finger his hole. "Oh yeah, it's wet as fuck now." He looked up at me and could tell my gaze was excitedly fixed on the spot between his legs. "Take off those shorts, Griff."

I did, assuming we were gonna have another stroke session. Part of me wanted to save it up for Coach Barrett tomorrow night, but I was horny now. I kicked off my shorts and started stroking my cock.

But instead of jerking his dick, Joe got off the couch and walked over to my bunk. I watched, immobile almost, as he climbed on and straddled me. I had a pretty good idea what was on his mind and in fact he reached behind and gripped my bone, guiding it to his sticky crack.

"Oh fuck yeah," he sighed as he sank down on me. "That's what I need." He sank down pretty quickly and started guiding his hips up and down in rhythm on my prick, fucking himself on me. "Jeffers didn't get me off earlier," he explained as he started fisting his meat.

This was so different from sex with Barrett. Different body type, different experience level, different energy. There was no kissing with McKinney, just fucking and release. But that was OK with me. His hole felt fantastic, particularly with Stan Jeffers' seed coating the way for my thrusts.

It was like McKinney could read my mind. "Aw yeah, you like taking sloppy seconds don't ya, Griff?"

I nodded, excited, as I started fucking up in to his amazing ass.

I could tell my roommate was struggling just a little with my size at the first deep stroke but soon was back in the zone. "Goddamn, you got a prize cock on ya, Griffin. Gonna fuck me off big time tonight."

His words just encouraged me to fuck harder, which did the trick. A hot jet of cum hit me right in the face and another along my chest and neck. McKinney was unloading big time. And I started adding my semen to Coach Jeffers'.

Finally I slowed my thrusts and Joe climbed off.

"I can see why Barrett bends over for you, bro," he said in typical Joe fashion. "Fuck that was hot."

****

Sex was on my mind the next day, despite the tough scrimmage outdoors. There were only three days left of the camp, and now I was dreading it being over. I'd had amazing sex and was feeling like I was really learning what it was about. Becoming a man in every sense.

I was encouraged by Barrett's friendly demeanor. He didn't mention our planned meet up, but he didn't need to. There was just something encouraging and knowing about his brief interactions with me.

I was excited enough by the prospect of doing Barrett again, though in my head I wondered what we'd do. Would it be a repeat of the last time? Maybe he'd want to fuck me, an idea that made me nervous.

I was kind of lost in thought when McKinney jogged up next to me as we walking out to practice after lunch. "We just did it again," he whispered. "Me and Jeffers. Dude's a horny old goat."

Coach Jeffers was probably early 50s, a decade plus older than Tom Barrett. He was good looking in a more masculine way. Big ex-jock body, thinning hair kept clipped tight on the sides, more rugged than classically handsome. "Yeah?" There was something insane about McKinney's free-spirited approach to sex.

Joe nodded and looked around to make sure we were out of earshot of the others. "Hell, these coaches are probably as hard up as we are, here for two fucking weeks." With that he jogged ahead and joined the defensive players.

I couldn't help but sneak a look over at Coach Jeffers. 6'1" bulky and still in pretty good shape for his age. Big arms, bigger shoulders. And there was a relaxed smile on his face, or maybe I was imagining that.

Coach Connors blew a whistle for us to line up for scrimmage and I was snapped out of my reverie.

****

For some weird reason I was more nervous knocking on the door of room 117 this time than during my first visit. Maybe because I wanted this, bad. Maybe because I wasn't sure what Coach had in mind for a second time. Maybe because it was clear that I was there for sex, no pretenses this time.

I didn't have time to fret much, though because the door opened and Tom Barrett was standing there in his 6'5" magnificence. Freshly showered again and only wearing a towel around his waist. He was all smiles now, definitely in a friendly mood. "Come in," he said softly and I stepped inside the cool room as instructed.

This time Coach wasted no time. The minute the door was shut he stepped up to me with a grin. "Great to see you Griffin," he said in a husky voice.

"You too sir," I muttered, nervous but excited.

Our lips met. It was intense now that Coach was stepping right up to the make out portion of the evening, but I guess that's why I was there in his room. We kissed, full tongue and sensual, and if anything the man was even better a kisser than before. I decided I loved this part a lot.

We took brief breaks between kisses as I explored his bare hairy chest and he removed me shirt. After he pulled down my shorts I guess I got too impetuous because Barrett backed off and gave me a wink. "Let's take it slow, son, OK? Let's enjoy this."

"Sure, Coach," I hissed and the next kiss was the slowest softest kiss imaginable. It went straight to my cock and made my head light. I loved it. Trying to follow Coach's lead, I touched his bare flank, letting my fingertips rest softly on the firm, older muscle, and travel up and down his sides. That made the man moan and I felt proud as hell.

"Yeah, Griffin's got some game," he smirked as we broke from that kiss. He gave me a quiet expectant look and I just went with my gut. I slowly ran my fingers down his abs, which weren't rippled but instead a hard shield of stomach muscle beneath the fur. I ran my hand teasingly along the top of his towel, my eyes never leaving Barrett's. I could tell he was excited I was taking charge a little.

My finger found the knot and pressed in to undo it. The towel opened and fell to the floor. I looked now and saw Coach's erection stick straight up. It was beautiful and masculine and perfectly framed by his furry ball sac beneath.

"God Coach," I muttered.

"Been hard all evening," he admitted. "Thinking about you coming over."

I didn't want to rush things but I made a careful move to touch his cock softly. It jerked as I did. I gave a smooth caress and then removed my hand. I looked back up and met him for another kiss. More fervent this time but I did my best to keep a slow boil between us.

"Fuck, Alex," Coach muttered. "You got me so turned on."

"Me, too, Coach," I replied, my hands now running along his back muscle and venturing down to feel his hard furry buns. "You're perfect, sir."

That seemed to flatter him and he grinned as he pushed my shorts over my erection and down my legs. I'd gone commando and my dong stood up as a hard spike.

"Feel like trying some new things tonight Griffin?" he asked as he stared at my prick.

"Yeah," I said, "but I don't think I'm up for getting fucked... sorry Coach."

He grinned, and I could tell he wasn't even thinking about that. "How about sucking a dick? You ever done that before?"

"No sir," I said.

"Feel like giving it a go?"

"Oh yeah." Barrett's cock was so hot, and I knew I'd be honored to have that be the first dick I sucked. I knelt down.

"Now don't go all in at once. Take some time to lick and explore it first if you want. Then take only as much as you feel comfortable with."

I did just that. For the next five minutes I made love to Tom Barrett's dick. When I plopped it in my mouth he let out a heavy sigh. "Oh yeah... feels great, Alex."

I bobbed up and down gently on him. Somehow I knew not to let my teeth get in the way but it was a challenge at first to concentrate on everything I needed to. I think my hardon went away as I focused too much on trying to do this right.

"Suck me, Alex," Barrett said softly as I got into a rhythm. "Your mouth feels so fucking good." I ate up his encouragement and continued to blow him. My first time sucking a cock and I decided that I definitely enjoyed it. Maybe not as much as Coach sucking me off but that was a different kind of enjoyment. Not a get your rocks off pleasure. This was the excitement of making another man feel good.

I don't know if I had the man close to blowing or not. He stepped back and pulled his dick out of my mouth. "Fuck that was great, Alex," he said encouragingly. I watched as he turned around, bringing his hard muscular buns right into close view. "You like my ass, Alex?"

"Yes, sir," I said eagerly. "It's beautiful, Coach."

He leaned over a little and spread his cheeks. I could see the furry crack and even better the pink crinkled soft pucker in front of me. It was clean and even a little damp from his recent shower. My hardon was raring back now for sure.

"You don't gotta Griffin, but if you feel like getting a taste, I'd love it."

"I got this Coach," I said proudly. Before that moment I never even thought about licking ass, either in the abstract or me specifically doing the act. But that asshole was a major turnon and I was very excited by his suggestion. I leaned in and wasn't remotely tentative about sticking my tongue out and swiping against the man's pucker. I started licking wildly all around it, and up and down the crack a little too.

"Oh FUCK!" Barrett gasped. "Go for it kid!" He braced himself on his thighs leaned over slightly as I took over prying his cheeks apart. "Fuck, you like this."

I leaned back and muttered out a barely audible. "Love it coach." And I leaned back in and continued licking.

"Spear my hole a little bit with your tongue. Dig in there. I'm clean, buddy... you can go wild."

It felt nasty, but I was also turned on like crazy as I did as Barrett instructed, really digging into him with my tongue and soon plunging in and out of his relaxing hole with my soft oral muscle.

Finally Barrett stood up and turned around. "Let's take a break, stud." He was breathing hard, clearly excited. "You sure that's your first time rimming?" I now had a term for what we just did.

"Yeah, Coach, I guess I just went with the flow," I said. "I really liked it," I admitted, not sure I should have enjoyed it so much.

"I can tell." He pulled me up and met me in a kiss, seemingly unconcerned that I'd just been eating his ass. His kiss was now lustier, less measured. He pulled back and gave a gentle pat to my ass. "I can tell you're a natural top."

I gave him a confused expression. "Top?" Maybe I could have figured it out, but this was all new terminology to me. After all, this was pre-internet and I'd grown up in a small town.

"The dude who does the fucking."

I felt an ego boost from Barrett's compliments and as we lay down on his bed and made out, I took charge and rolled up on top of him, thrusting gently into him as we kissed and I felt him up. It's not like I had real finesse or experience, but I imagined I did and kind of acted out the role in my head.

It seemed to work. Barrett moaned into my mouth and writhed beneath me, clearly turned on.

I leaned up, looking down on his handsome face. A perfect vision of ex-jock masculinity. "OK if I rim you some more, Coach?"

Barrett chuckled. "You liked that, huh?"

"Yes, sir," I grinned, deciding not to be embarrassed. "You got a hot fucking hole Coach, I wanna eat it some more."

"A little tip for you, stud...." he offered. "As good as you eat ass, you're never gonna have to ask a bottom if he wants more."

"Yes, sir," I grinned and started kissing my way down his fuzzy torso. The man really was in great shape. I took a minute to lick and suck his cock a little, which excited him. Then I spit the dick out and travelled lower, hoisting his legs up excitedly and going in for the kill.

"Oh fucking hell! That's it Griffin. Eat my fucking hole out. Deeper... that's it... Oh yeah, oh fuck... I feel like I could cum from your tongue, stud."

As I ate him some more I felt his body shift above me. He was reaching for something. Finally he tapped my shoulder and I looked up to see the lubricant in his hand.

"I need that huge fucking cock in me stud," he growled.

I was turned on like mad by this point so leaned up and scrambled forward, just as quickly lubing my prick up. I took it real slow as I nudged his spit-wet pucker and pressed in. But he was relaxed and I realized I could go faster. I did. Entering his tight warm insides till I was bottomed out.

We kissed and I pulled back and thrust into him. He grunted but in a good pleasurable way. So I did it again, harder. It was a trip. I wasn't fucking him fast, but just giving these shoves of my cock into the man. With clockwork regularity I pistoned into Barrett, and he sucked on my tongue excitedly and wrapped his legs around my waist as I did.

It didn't take us long, we were too worked up. I sensed he was about to come so I started fucking hard and fast. Barrett held onto my tight, his body clearly entering an intense orgasm as he cried into my mouth. I came, too, feeling more and more lightheaded as my nuts pumped out a major load into the man.

"Oh fuck," he hissed softly as we came down, still in embrace, my dick still inside him. "That was incredible, Alex."

"You were pretty incredible, too, Coach." I kissed him again, softer now.

"What do you think of calling me Tom?" he asked quietly.

"I'd like that, Tom," I grinned going in for another kiss.

"Damn," he said as I finally pulled out of him. "Glad I took a chance with you."

"Me too," I said. "Sucks that camp is over in a few days."

Tom rolled over and pulled my arm over his body in a spoon position. It was sensual and a perfect follow up to our sex. I enjoyed feeling his built, older body.

"I have a feeling we're gonna get a couple of chances before you go." He leaned up and kissed my bicep. "Damn, you're an incredible fuck, Alex."

"Thanks, Coach," his more official title coming to me automatically. "This has definitely made my week. My year."

We lay there, quietly, enjoying the embrace and the feel of each other's bodies.

Finally, Tom spoke up. "I live in Florida, so realistically I don't know what can happen after this week."

"I know, Coach," I said. I was a little sad that this would be a one-week fling, but I was also realistic. Besides, I was less than half his age. A thin high school jock without much experience. "I wasn't expecting."

"I'll give you my number. Stay in touch. Who knows..." I was getting the sense that Coach was feeling a little sad himself. I kissed the back of his neck and rubbed his torso affectionately. "God.... you really are good at this," he said. "It's crazy."

"Just learning from you, Tom," I said. "It just feels right."

"Sure, does," he sighed. "Fuck I wish you could stay over the night."

"My roommate won't care," I ventured.

"I don't know," Barrett said, his tone cautious. He liked the idea, though.

"Trust me on this, Tom," I said, pulling his body tighter against mine.

His head craned up and met me in a hot deep kiss.

EPILOGUE

McKinney was a little pissed I was short on details the next day. But it no longer felt right bragging about Barrett with him.

Turns out Joe had another conquest the night before we left. Dwayne Jenkins' ex-defensive back dong. And he was happy to brag about it. "Dude ruined me for mere mortals man," he said the following morning.

I went over to room 117 the remaining two nights. Each time I banged Tom Barrett, one session even twice. Each time felt even better than before. Each time Tom showed me something new. The last night I made him cum hands free while fucking him and from the expression on his face, I gathered I'd shown Coach something new too.

Our parting kiss was intense but I'd promised to keep in touch. I was actually sad to leave that cinder block North Texas shithole.

Improbably, a few years later, Tom Barrett became my first longterm boyfriend. But that's a story for another time.