Date: Mon, 03 Sep 2001 18:31:41 -0400
From: the devil <bcapirigi@hotmail.com>
Subject: Making A Man Out Of Mark, Chapter 2

	Mark looked down at the coach, who was greedily wiping the boy's
jizz from his face and licking it off his hands.
	"You understand now?" he asked.  Mark nodded, too dazed to speak.
"Of course," the coach said, "you don't tell anybody about this.  Because
if you tell anybody I could get into a lot of trouble.  And if I get into
trouble then I won't be able to do it again.  Get it?"  The Coach smiled,
getting off his knees.  When he stood up, Mark saw a huge bulge in the
Coach's pants.  Mark couldn't help staring at it.
	Coach Walker followed Mark's gaze and looked down, as if he hadn't
even noticed that his cock was sticking eight inches out.  That must hurt,
Mark thought, being trapped in his pants like that.
	This hurts, the Coach thought.  "Say Mark," he said, sounding very
innocent himself.  "You wouldn't mind doing me a little favor now, would
you?"
	Mark shook his head no, but what he really meant was yes.  He
didn't know how to suck a cock, and he wasn't really sure he wanted
somebody else's dick in his mouth.  I mean, having a guy blow you wasn't
really that much different than having a girl do it, but blowing another
guy was definitely gay.
	The Coach seemed to be able to read Mark's thoughts.  "No, you
don't have to suck it.  Do you just mind if I take it out?  We're both men
here, right?"
	"Right," said Mark, glad that he wouldn't be expected to do
anything to the Coach's imposingly large prick.
	The older man unzipped his pants, pulled down his pants and his
boxer briefs in one quick move, and began to massage his penis, which had
sprung straight up.  Mark watched the Coach, noticing every detail.  He'd
never seen any dicks up close before, besides his own.  The Coach's was a
lot wider around than Mark's.  The Coach had big, meaty hands, and he had
to use both of them to service himself.
	The boy also took note of the Coach's body for the first time.  He
was built, but in the rugged way of a forty-year old as opposed to the
youthful hardness of the kids on the team.  His arms and legs were tanned
like they'd been in the sun their whole lives, although of course his dick
was white.  The Coach had dark brown hair on his arms and legs, and a thick
patch of pubic hair.
	"Take off your shirt, too," Mark said boldly, and then, thinking
the better of it, "if you want."
	Coach Walker smiled.  "Sure.  Sure, I'll take off my shirt."  He
pulled it off quickly before resuming his masturbation.  Mark studied the
man's upper half.  He had a good body for his age, Mark thought.  He had a
hairy chest and stomach, and when the Coach had taken off his shirt Mark
noted the man's armpit hair, although he didn't really know why.
	"You know, Mark," said the Coach, standing in front of the boy.  "I
just get sexually frustrated sometimes.  I mean, let me tell you something.
You're not the first boy I've sucked off.  In fact I've done that to the
whole team.  It's like.... a kind of initiation, okay?"
	Mark blushed.  He'd figured something like this, but he'd also
hoped that the Coach had seen something special in him.
	"And the whole team is comfortable with that.  And they're all
probably going to suck you off, and you'll suck them off, in time.  But
through all that, nobody really seems to pay that much attention to what I
want.  I mean, sure I've got my wife, and I love fucking her as much as
anybody else would, but sometimes she doesn't do everything I want her to.
You know what I'm saying?"
	Mark shook his head no, that he didn't know what the Coach was
saying.
	"Well, Mark, there's a lot you don't understand about women.  And
there's a lot you don't understand about life, either.  You know, a man has
needs.  I have needs.  Hell, you have needs too, right?  And sometimes what
a man needs is another man.  I know how that sounds, Mark, it sounds like
I'm queer, but dammit Mark I'm not.  Because there's nothing in the world I
like better than fucking Angela's pussy.  Wait till you see it, Mark, it's
the sweetest thing you'll see in your whole life.  But sometimes I want to
make things interesting, you know?  Spice life up some.
	"I want to get one of my players to fuck her with me.  She'll let
the team fuck her, she'll even suck their cocks, but only one at a time.
And I'm not allowed to watch.  I have to wait for the team to tell me about
it later.  But, fuck it, I want to watch.  I want to watch somebody fuck my
wife while she's sucking my cock.  I want to suck on her tits while one of
my boys eats her pussy.  Fuck, I want to plow her ass while another guy
rams his dick in her cunt.  Is that too much to ask, Mark?"
	The Coach was beating off faster and faster, thinking about another
boy's dick inside his wife.  He was standing right in front of Mark, who
instinctively began to lean back in his chair.  The Coach kept moving
closer.
	"Do you know Dave Collins?  Dave Collins has a nine-and-a-half inch
prick, Mark.  And when the boy cums it's like fucking heaven.  In fifteen
years at this school I've never seen a boy come so much at once.  I like to
think about Dave Collins fucking Angela.  I like to think about him,
thrusting his dick, in and out, in and out, listening to them moan...."
	Mark was lying on his back, getting hard again.  The Coach was
standing in-between Mark's legs, which were splayed out in front of him.
The Coach was beating his cock so fast Mark was amazed that he hadn't come
yet.
	Mark was torn.  On the one hand the thought of the Coach's wife
getting fucked in a three-way was too hot to ignore, but on the other hand
Mark couldn't help thinking about the eight-inch rod that was staring him
in the eye.  Maybe....
	"C-coach?" Mark asked.
	"Yeah?"  The Coach said, looking disappointed that his fantasy was
distracted.
	"I'll... I... Can I touch your cock?"
	The Coach smiled.  "Of course you can touch my cock.  Lie down, get
on my desk."
	Mark got on the Coach's desk, which was covered in papers.  He
hoped he wasn't going to crush anything, but didn't really care enough to
move anything.  The boy was still naked, and lying on his back it was easy
for the coach to see that the boy was already aroused again.
	Coach Walker stood against the edge of the desk with his prick at
attention right over Mark's face.  The boy reached up to feel it.  When he
did the coach let out a groan.  It felt good.
	Mark kneaded it in his hands, seeing what it was like to feel
somebody else's prick for a change.  It was a great feeling.  He stroked it
up and down with his left hand, and with his right made for the Coach's
balls, which were hanging right in front of the boy's eyes.  They were
large, and it felt good to play with them, rolling them in-between his
fingers.
	The Coach told Mark that it felt good, to keep doing it, which the
boy did.
	"How many pussies has this dick been in?"  Mark asked, getting
hotter by the second.
	"Well, my wife.  And I had a bunch of girls before that.  I was
pretty wild when I was a kid, I guess I've fucked thirty or forty girls."
	Mark's mind reeled at the thought of thirty or forty girls, and he
imagined this man standing over him, this horny animal with an eight-inch
schlong, fucking them all, two at a time.
	The boy let go of the Coach's dick to massage his own erection for
a little while.  "Don't stop," moaned the older man, so Mark compensated by
breathing heavily on the Coach's balls.  They felt so good it was only a
matter of time before Mark decided he had to try tasting one.  He tilted
his head back and with his tongue licked the Coach's testicles.
	They were salty from sweat, and Mark loved it.  He loved the feel
of the older man's pubic hair sliding on his tongue, and he loved the
softness of the skin.  He licked them again.
	The Coach couldn't take any more.  Mark's prick was at full
attention, and it looked like it might burst at any time.  The Coach
climbed up on the desk and began to devour the boy's cock for the second
time that afternoon.  Mark lay still for a moment, almost letting out a
loud moan before he realized that they might be heard.  Now the Coach's
dick was touching Mark's face.  He let go of any qualms he had about being
gay and reached up, grabbing it.  He put the head in his mouth and began to
suck it.
	Nothing had ever felt so good.  He sucked it, maybe a bit too hard
at first, although the Coach didn't seem to mind; he was too busy licking
the precum out of the slit in Mark's overworked dong.
	Mark experimented with his teeth, making sure not to bite too hard.
Slowly he began to swallow more and more of the Coach's prick until he had
about four inches in his mouth.  He slurped at it with his tongue, getting
it as juicy as he possibly could.
	With his hands he reached up and began stroking the Coach's hard
body.  He rubbed his hands up and down the man's solid stomach, taking
pleasure in every hair.  His heart was beating so fast he thought it was
going to burst, but he didn't care.  He'd never felt such pleasure before.
	The Coach took his mouth off Mark's dick and reached down farther,
touching the skin at the bottom of Mark's balls and where it met his legs.
The boy quivered.  Coach Walker reached up and began licking that area,
knowing that it's one of the places where boys are the most sensitive.
	In order for the Coach to reach the magic area, though, he had to
move up a few inches, which took his dick out of Mark's mouth.  But as soon
as he began to lick between the boy's legs, Mark was once again ecstatic.
This time he couldn't help moaning, loudly.  He craned his neck and saw the
Coach's tight ass in front of him, moving left and right as the Coach
teased the boy's nether regions.
	Without anything in his mouth, Mark got louder.  His breathing was
heavy, and he let out a series of oohs.  He stopped, though, when he heard
something.
	It took a minute for him to realize it, but the door to the Coach's
office was open, and standing in front of it was the most gorgeous kid Mark
had ever seen.  He was about six feet tall, and almost two hundred pounds
of muscle.  He had big brown eyes and dark brown hair.  He was wearing a
tanktop that was soaked with sweat, and a pair of gym shorts.  His calves
looked powerful.  He looked mad, though, and Mark had a gut-wrenching
feeling that he was in deep shit.  He kicked his legs, and the Coach got
off, puzzled.
	"Who the fuck is this?" said the kid at the door.
	The Coach smiled.  "Oh, hey Craig.  This is Mark, he'll be joining
the team next year.  Mark, this is Craig, he's a senior."
	Craig looked at Mark, lying naked on the desk.  After a minute he
said, "Not too bad."
	"The kid's not bad at all," the Coach said.  "First day here and
he's already giving me head."
	"Really?" Craig said.  "Not too shabby.  Can we share him?"
	Coach Walker looked at Mark.  "What do you say?"
	Mark was puzzled.  "Ummmm...."
	Craig was impatient.  "Look, kid," he said, "I came in here cause I
was in the gym and I heard you making noise.  Now I know you like it.  So
do you wanna suck my cock, or is he gonna have to do it for me?"
	"Why don't you give it a try, Mark?" Coach Walker prodded.  Craig
had his pants down, and was anxiously rubbing his hands over his plaid
boxers.  Mark could see the bulge, and he wanted it more than anything.
	"I'll do it," Mark said.  "Take off your shirt."
	Craig gave the Coach a look, and then pulled off his shirt.  Mark
was amazed at how defined Craig's muscles were.  Everything about him was
hard, and when Mark got close he could tell the older boy had just been
working out.  He was sweaty and wet.
	Mark swallowed, and then reached down for Craig's dick.  It wasn't
as long as the Coach's, or as wide, although it wasn't small, either.  It
was about six inches long.  Craig had short black pubic hair which Mark
sniffed.  It smelled like heaven.  Craig was sitting on the desk, so Mark
had knelt down between the senior's hairy, muscled legs.  As Mark's mouth
got closer to the boy's awaiting cock, Craig closed his legs, gripping Mark
tightly to the desk.  Mark was pinned down by the boy's legs, although the
closeness felt much more satisfying that scary.
	Mark dove in, sucking the older boy's dick like a melting lollipop.
Craig put his hands on the back of Mark's head and guided it up and down,
somewhat forcefully.  After a few minutes of drilling at it, Mark decided
to see if he could swallow it all.  It's only about six inches long, he
said to himself.  I'll show this fucker what I can really do.
	Meanwhile, Coach Walker hovered around the two boys, jerking off.
For a straight man who fucked forty women, he seemed to really get off
watching two teenaged boys at it.
	Craig grunted when Mark managed to suck his whole shaft at once.
The Coach, however, had concerns of his own.
	"Boys," he said.  "Boys."  Craig looked up, but Mark wouldn't give
up.  Craig grabbed him by the hair and pulled the horny boy's head off his
crotch.  "It's time."
	Craig jumped off the desk and knelt down in front of the Coach.  He
looked like he was going to beg.  Mark wasn't sure what to do so he did the
same thing.  Craig had big, deep brown eyes, and he looked up at the Coach
longingly.
	"Okay, Craig," said the Coach.  "I was gonna let the kid have it,
but you know I can't resist those eyes.  You'll just have to share it."
The Coach stood in front of Craig and continued beating off, but within
twenty seconds Craig's face was covered in hot cum.  Mark was in awe; he'd
never seen anyone come before, besides himself, and his had never been so
powerful.  The Coach had let loose a spray of jizz on Craig's gorgeous
face, a spray that Craig was now licking off.
	Mark leaned over to Craig and began to lap at the creamy juice on
his face.
  Mark had eaten his own cum, once, to see what it tasted like, but he'd
have sworn that it didn't taste this good.
	Craig reached up and grabbed Mark's head again, and forced it down
on the older boy's mouth.  Mark parted his sperm-filled lips, and Craig
shoved his tongue upwards and began sucking the Coach's choad out of Mark's
mouth.  This experience was strange to Mark, but it made him even hotter.
He forced his head out of the older boy's grip and immediately made for
Craig's cock.  He began sucking it again, as fast as he could, while his
right hand made its way towards his prick.  He was going to come for the
second time.  Craig knew what was going on, and maneuvered Mark's dick
towards his face.  Nothing excited Craig as much as facials, and he was
going to get his second one in less than five minutes.
	He blew air onto Mark's anxious genitals, and within seconds he was
rewarded with a blast of jizz on his face.  He looked up, satisfied, at the
boy who was still sucking cock.
	"Pretty good, kid.  Pretty good."
	Mark's only thought, though, was how to get Craig off.  He thought
he'd need the Coach's help, although the Coach was busy helping Craig eat
the pile of jism that was accumulating on his face.
	But Mark didn't need to worry.  Craig wasn't as hard to please as
he seemed to the boy, and within a few short minutes he too was on the
brink of busting a nut.  Craig had always been incredibly turned on by
Coach Walker, in fact he didn't give a fuck about football but only kept
playing for the days like this, and with the Coach licking pools of cum
from his face there was no way he was going to last long.
	Mark went in for the kill.  He went down on Craig's dick and
swallowed it all, again, only this time he held it, ran up and down the
whole shaft with his tongue.  Craig screamed, and in seconds Mark had
learned what it felt like to have cum shot down the back of your throat.
	All three of them lay there, naked and panting.  It had been a hell
of an afternoon for Mark, and it wasn't bad for the others, either.  Mark
looked around for his pants and wondered when he'd be able to make his next
visit to the high school.