Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2001 15:22:50 EST
From: TomGTongue@aol.com
Subject: RIM SHOTS (PART 5)

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RIM SHOTS (Part Five)

By Tom's Tongue


I am not a morning person.  I awoke, disoriented as usual, and realized that
I was not alone in my bed.  From the light coming through my bedroom window,
I could see the Doc was next to me, breathing on my neck with his muscular
arm across my chest, his hand holding my shoulder possessively.

His face was serene and beautiful in the morning light, with a day's growth
of beard adding to his good looks.  He has incredible eyelashes that I'd
never noticed before, and his mouth was slightly open making his sexy lips
look oh-so-kissable.  I considered myself truly lucky that I had found this
incredibly sensual man to share my sexual awakening.

I slowly turned my head and saw that it was close to the time we would need
to arise.  I had to piss, so I slowly eased myself free and got up, but not
before I pulled the sheet covering us to the foot of the bed.

Upon returning from the bathroom, I was greeted by a wonderful sight: a
muscular, blond god facedown on my bed.  Doc had his right knee pulled up so
I was able to see his beautiful pink asshole, his balls laying on the sheet
and the base of his obviously hard cock pointing upward toward his stomach.

I gently climbed on the bed, making sure not to rouse him.  I was on my hands
and knees at his side.  I leaned in and first inhaled deeply through my nose.
 He smelled so GOOD, but I knew from experience, that he tasted even better.
Lightly, without touching him with any part but my tongue, I began licking
everywhere I could reach.

I licked his butt cheeks, his balls and the crack of his ass, avoiding the
hole.  I backed up and took a long lap along the serration on his muscular
thigh, across the bottom of his tan line until finally I was ready to rim.  I
twisted myself into position so that my face was lined up with his crack and
began slow, swirling licks around his sweet pucker.

Warming to my task, I used the flat of my tongue to lap his hole, turning my
head from side to side to change my angle of attack.  I pulled back, pointed
my tongue and with a rapid dive penetrated his ass lips as far as I could.
One my third stab, Doc came to life.  He grabbed the back of my head with his
left hand, groaned loudly and rolled completely on his stomach with his legs
widespread.

Pulling back quickly, I said, with a smile, "What's up, Doc?"  As I dove back
in, I grabbed his cheeks and pulled outward as far as I could allowing my
loving tongue to reach new depths.

Realizing that we had limited time, I quickly pulled him up until he was on
his knees, dropped to my back and wiggled beneath him until I could reach the
head of his throbbing boner with my mouth.  I began a jacking motion with my
right hand as my tongue swirled around the sensitive head; with my left hand
I reached between his legs and began playing with his sopping wet asshole.

He began thrusting his massive tool into my hungry mouth.  I moved my jacking
hand to his balls and squeezed.  Just as he began to shoot, I pushed two
fingers deep into his clutching channel and began massaging his prostate.

"OH, TOM, DON'T STOP!!  YOU'RE MAKING ME SHOOT!  DRINK MY LOAD, DRINK IT!"

His sweet cum tasted better than any morning OJ or coffee!  My dick was
pulsing; I was close to orgasm myself.  I pulled my hands away from his balls
and ass and began pounding my meat.  Just as he was ending his orgasm, mine
began.  I blasted so hard that my cum made splattering sounds as it hit his
back and ass.  I was groaning which added stimulation to his still quaking
prick, causing him to push his softening tool deep into my throat once again.

A few moments later, Doc moved down until he was straddling my hips, and
lowered himself on top of me.  After a long, tongue-twisting, flavor-rich
kiss, he pulled back and said, "Tom, that's the best wake up call I've ever
had!"  He was smiling, looking deep into my eyes.  We kissed again, running
our hands over each other's muscular flesh.

We realized, reluctantly, that we had to get up and start our day.  We
showered together with minimal contact; however, as I washed his back and
ass, I'll admit, I wanted to feast on his sweet hole again.

As he shaved, I went downstairs and put on a pot of coffee.  We dressed
together, and over toast and coffee, discussed our plans for later that
evening.  He agreed to come back around 8:30 so that we could set up our
meeting with my mystery caller.  Try as I might, I could not get Doc to give
me any clue as to his identity.  He only said it would be more fun if I
didn't know.

As we kissed at the doorway before getting into our cars, I reminded him to
wear his oldest jock that evening.  Just thinking of Doc in a jock made my
dick come to life again.  I was happier than I'd ever been, and it looked as
though things were only going to get better.

*     *     *     *     *     *

I actually arrived at school early and met up with Joe outside our homeroom.
He dragged me over into a corner and whispered in my ear, "TG, last night was
GREAT!  I jerked off five times thinking about it before I could fall asleep.
 I wish I could kiss you, right here!  Can we do it again after practice
today?  Remember, I wanna taste your hole, too!"

He was like a kid in a candy store!  His enthusiasm is one of my favorite
things about him; it makes him a winner -- on the playing field and off.  I
was pretty enthusiastic too.  The way his body was pressed close to mine
brought my dick to life yet again.  Looking between his legs, I could see
that he was equally aroused.

"JT, you gotta calm down or we're gonna create a scene when we go in with
these tents in our pants.  After practice sounds good to me too, but come
early to FF, I got something I wanna share with you..."

"What is it?  Can't you just tell me?" he asked.

"No, that would spoil the surprise!"  I said with a smirk.  I pushed him away
and punched him in the arm a little harder than I should have, hoping it
would take his mind off sex.

We walked into the classroom, each of us holding our books a little lower
than we normally would have, if you catch my drift.  Joe turned around and
smiled a goofy grin at me at least ten times during homeroom.  I was probably
smiling just a wildly back at him.

As the bell rang to go to our first class, I leaned forward and whispered
into his ear, "JT, your gonna fuckin' love my surprise!"  I quickly blew in
his ear, and I heard him stifle a groan.  I can be so mean sometimes.

I bolted out of the room and raced to the gym.  I had just enough time to see
Coach Jacobs and make my request, to which he agreed without a question
asked.  I promised him that FF today would be one to remember.  I left after
giving him a quick peck on his sexy lips.

I had to run to make it to first period, but breathing heavily I was just on
time.  I couldn't concentrate in any of my classes that day, thinking of what
the afternoon and evening held in store.  Only one was memorable, Mr.
Broderick's biology class.  We were studying the human anatomy --
specifically muscle groups -- and Mr. B had these diagrams posted on the
wall.  You know, you've seen them: front and rear views of the male form,
without skin.

Those renderings are in no way erotic, but as he was discussing the gluteus
muscles on the chart, using his pointer to display the area, my horny little
brain immediately thought phallic thoughts.  He seemed to be caressing the
diagram's ass with his instructional aide.  Fortunately, he moved on, or I
would not have been able to get up with the wood I was sprouting.

I told you before that Mr. Broderick is a really hot man.  He has brown hair,
steel gray eyes and a sexy mustache.  His body is also a work of art.  He's
twenty-three or twenty-four, stands six two or three and carries two hundred
pounds of rippling muscle his conservative clothing does little to hide.  He
also has one of those "ski-jump" asses, the kind you could set a cup on, like
a shelf.

All the girls flirted with him, but rumor had it that he was happily married
with a small child at home.  So, I could file him away in my fantasy bank,
but nothing would ever happen.  It was still kinda exciting to see him
"caress" the skinless ass though.

Joe made a special point to look for me as my lunch period was beginning.  He
had at a later lunch hour, but he came and found me, saying, "TG, you just
gotta tell me what's gonna happen this afternoon!  I'm goin' crazy!"

"Joe, you know me better than anybody, and you KNOW I ain't gonna tell you a
thing!  But I will tell you this: you'd better be naked at your locker when I
get there."

He grumbled something, realizing I wouldn't give in, and headed on to his
class.

*     *     *     *     *     *

I hurried to get to the gym, but in spite of my best efforts, Joe beat me,
standing by his locker wearing just a smile and the beginnings of a massive
hard on.  I quickly stripped and wrapped my towel around my waist telling him
to do the same.

"Come with me, JT, and don't question anything I do when we get where we're
going, okay?"  I said.

He just smiled and nodded as we walked to Coach J's office.  I knocked on the
door.  "Come in, " said the Coach.  When we entered, he was sitting behind
his desk shirtless. As I closed and locked the door, he said, "So, it's the
Dynamic Duo.  What can I do for you guys?"  He shot a sexy smirk in my
direction, but Joe didn't see it because he was staring at me wondering what
the hell was going on.

"Well, Coach, JT and I were talking about our physicals, the ones we had to
qualify for football, and I told him that there had been a problem with my
prostate exam.  You remember, right?"

Joe's eyes widened, and I actually heard him gulp.  He started looking back
and forth between Coach and me like an audience member at a ping-pong
tournament.

Coach J laughed, "Sure, I remember.  It was just yesterday.  I'm not senile,
you know."

I continued, "Well, Joe says that his doctor never even checked his out, and
I learned yesterday how important that examination is."

Coach stood up, naked as the day he was born.  "Is that right, Joe?  Be
honest now."

I looked at Joe and smiled and nodded slightly.  He cleared his throat, not
able to take his eyes off Coach's swiftly expanding cock and said, "Um, yeah,
Coach.  I didn't realize it was that big a deal."

Smiling at us, Coach said, "Yep, it's very important.  Tell you what, Joe,
drop the towel and get up on the massage table.  I'll check it out for you
right now."

"Coach, may I assist?" I asked with mock-sincerity removing my towel,
revealing my swollen erection.

He replied as Joe climbed on the table.  "Oh, you sure can.  I still don't
have any lubrication here in the office.  Tom, you'll have to help me produce
enough of that natural substance we used yesterday.  Joe, I want to remind
you that these walls are thin, so you can't make too much noise as we
administer this examination."

Joe was now on his back on the massage table with his throbbing prick leaking
pre-cum on his hairy stomach.  He had a glassy-eyed look, not knowing quite
what to expect, but eagerly anticipating the possibilities.

Together, the Coach and I pulled Joe until his feet were flat on the end of
the table, his knees spread and his ass hanging just off the edge.  His hairy
hole was wide-open and winking.  He put his hands behind his head, smiling at
us both.

Coach began to raise his hand to his mouth to begin lubing his fingers with
spit.  I reached out and stopped him, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand
to my waiting mouth.  At the same time, I brought I hand to his.  In unison,
with our eyes locked, he and I began finger fucking the other's mouth with
our digits.  Slurping sounds filled the air, along with a low moan coming
from Joe.

Pulling our dripping fingers free, we both turned to Joe and slowly brought
our hands toward his eager asshole.  Beginning with one finger each, we
traced the wrinkled rim of his pink hole.  Joe threw his head back and
inhaled deeply, trying to keep from making any noise.  "Oh, that feels good!"
he whimpered.

Soon we were using two fingers each, rimming and stretching the pliable
flesh.  Coach went first and gently pushed his index finger in to the first
knuckle.  When he pulled out, I immediately replaced his finger with mine.
In just a few minutes, we were alternating penetration of Joe's ass as far as
our fingers would reach.

Smiling, Coach said, "Time to refresh the lube, don't you think?"  I smiled
back at him and together we fed the other our funky fingers.  I turned
slightly to see Joe, biting his lip to keep from moaning out loud.  Actually,
the groans and slurps coming from the Coach and me were pretty loud.
Suddenly, Coach stepped closer to me, and with his free hand pulled my face
directly to his, until we were kissing deeply between our fingers, sharing
the taste of Joe's ass.

This time he couldn't hold back and he let out a moan.  "Oh, man, that's so
hot, but my asshole's lonely!  It needs attention!"

We quickly pulled free of the kiss, turned again to Joe, and together pushed
one finger each into his moist hole.  Joe picked up his hips and thrust them
forward to meet our invading digits, squirming to get them deeper.  "YES!" he
cried, immediately catching himself and lowering his voice to just above a
whisper, "Yes, fuck those fingers into me!  It feels so good!"

After a minute or so, Coach said, "Tom, don't you think it's time for phase
two of the lubrication process?"

I replied, "Yeah, Coach, let's lick that hole out good...together!"  Instantly,
we bent together with our faces inches apart and within licking distance of
Joe's ass trench.  With our arms around each other's waists, we both extended
our tongues and pushed our mouths forward to our mutual goal.

It was an awkward position at best and neither of us was able to get as deep
as we would like, but the erotic sensations of our tongues lapping at Joe's
ass, made up for it.  We were all three making grunting sounds.  Coach began
running his hand up and down my back until he reached my ass.  I mirrored his
motion, and pulling back from Joe's ass, I could see that Coach J and I were
both dripping puddles of pre-cum on the tiled office floor.

Turning back, I saw that Coach now had his face buried deep in Joe's crack.
I could hear loud slurping noise and grunts of contentment, coming from the
junction.  Aggressively pushing my head into the action, I pushed Coach away
so that I could have a few moments enjoying the flavor and texture on my own.
Coach was not to be denied.  He physically grabbed my head in his hands and
pulled me away, only to dive back in himself.

Standing up, I realized that there was another ass there just waiting for me
to love with my mouth and tongue.  Quickly, I stepped behind Coach, ran my
hands from his wide shoulders down to his muscular ass.  Kneeling behind him,
I grabbed a cheek in each hand pulling them apart, and dove tongue-first into
his sweaty, lightly haired asshole.  Knowing that this rim job was his first,
I went crazy.  I licked, lapped, slurped and sucked on his sweet hole.
Pulling the edges apart with my thumbs, I began tongue fucking him, savoring
the silky smooth inner walls of his rectum.

I knew that I was grunting and groaning, but I realized that my two partners
were as well.  Coach stood, turned, pulled me to my feet and said, "Tom,
Joe's getting a little too loud up there.  Climb up and put something on his
face to muffle his sound."  Sounded like a good idea to me.  I gave Coach a
quick tongue-flicking kiss, and moved into position on the table.

Kneeling with my calves under Joe's arms, I slowly lowered my ass towards his
waiting mouth.  He whispered, "Yeah, TG, feed me that pink hole."  I quieted
him by sitting on his face.

He was voracious, his tongue and lips seemed to be everywhere at once.  Coach
was again feeding on Joe's hole with that long tongue I had experienced the
day before.  I could see and hear him spitting and watched him pushing the
spit into my buddy's hole with his licker.  Realizing Coach's intentions, I
leaned forward and pulled Joe's quivering prick into my mouth.  He and I both
let out muffled moans.

My objective to was to make him cum, so I started a rapid down-up motion on
his cock, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head on every upstroke.
Soon he was whimpering, and I could see his balls pulling tight.  Just as his
boner began to swell, signaling his orgasm, I pulled off and with three quick
strokes of my hand, he erupted sending at least eight spurts across his hairy
chest and stomach.  Joe's mouth and tongue were locked onto my hole and his
moans sent vibrations up my spine.

Without missing a beat, I was again sucking his delicious tool, careful not
to touch any of his spilt spooge.  As I had suspected, he lost none of his
hardness.  Sitting up again, I looked at Coach and pointed to Joe's spunk.
He understood and reached down and wiped up a handful and began massaging it
into his incredibly thick tool.

Realizing the massage table wasn't big enough for the three of us or low
enough for fucking, I hopped off Joe's face and the massage table, and said,
"Hey, guys, let's mover over to the desk."  They both looked at me strangely,
but as I cleaned the surface, they moved beside me.  "JT, get back in the
same position you were in on the table."  I backed him against the edge, and
he was soon lying back with his legs in the air.

As Coach approached Joe's ass, I wiped up the remainder of the cum from my
buddy's chest and began massaging it into his still-erect prick.  I then
dropped to the floor between Coach's legs with my back against the desk.
This position provided me the perfect view of what was about to happen.

I bent my head back until my tongue could reach Joe's pulsing asshole and I
began lapping.  I grabbed Coach's thighs and pulled him forward until his
dick head touched my tongue and Joe's hole.  Coach pushed forward and my
tongue and the head of his fat joint entered Joe's sweet ass.  Without
moving, I was able to feel the entire tool dragging across my tongue
penetrating Joe's channel to the hilt.  I heard a deep sigh of contentment
coming from above, and knew that Joe was feeling no pain, only pleasure.

When Coach withdrew, my tongue followed and I began licking the edge of Joe's
hole and the portion of Coach's dick that was exposed.  The tastes were
unbelievable.  My dick was throbbing and I knew I would cum if I touched it.
I lovingly licked everything I could reach as Coach began a slow thrusting
fuck:  ass, dick and balls.  Even Coach's asshole received more attention
from my oral organ.

As the fuck began to pick up pace, I jumped up and climbed on the desk.  I
straddled Joe's waist and looking him in the eyes, began lowering my ass
toward its destination:  his dick.  Coach stopped me, mid-squat, leaned in
and gave my hole, which was still dripping Joe's spit, two or three long
slurpy licks.  He then grabbed my hips and Joe's prick and pushed me
downward.

Almost effortlessly, Joe's cock, still lubed with his own cum, entered my
pulsing hole brushing my sensitive prostate.  To avoid screaming out in
ecstasy, I dropped to my knees, leaned forward and drove my tongue deep into
Joe's wide-open mouth.

Pulling back slightly, Joe spoke directly into my mouth, punctuating his
comments with thrusts of his tongue, "Oh, TG, you gave me a good surprise
today." Lick, slurp.  "Yeah, buddy, ride my hard prick."  Lick, kiss.  "I
wanna shoot this load a mile up your hole!"

The coach had grabbed my hips and was increasing the speed of his thrusts.
Every time he drove upward into Joe's hole, he pulled me downward, so that
full penetration was simultaneous for all of us.  In a low, growling voice,
he said, "Oh, yeah, checking those prostates.  My star wide receivers are
even better receivers than I thought!  Oh, Joe, Tom, I'm getting close...I'M
GONNA...ARRRRRGGGH!

His orgasm set off a chain reaction.  As I reached the bottom of my stroke,
Joe thrust his hips forwards and began shooting spurt after spurt into my
hungry hole.  Instantly, my own eruption began and I sprayed an incredible
load all over Joe's chest and stomach.

We were all breathing deep and hard, our pants the only sound to be heard.
Joe and I were kissing passionately and the Coach was rubbing any and all
sensitive skin he could reach with his hands. Finally, he said, "Don't move,
guys.  There's a little more examination to be done here."

I could feel him pulling back and I actually heard his cock head escape Joe's
hole with a popping sound.  A few seconds later, Joe's eyes widened and he
threw his head back in pleasure.  "Oh, man, he's eating my hole!  Get it all,
Coach!  Clean me up!"  I few moments later, I felt Coach moving forward, and
as Joe's cock fell from my dilated hole, his forehead hit the base of my
spine.  Joe again spasmed in pleasure.  "Oh, Coach, yeah, suck my cock.
Clean it good!"

In seconds, it was my turn to jump as Coach latched his mouth to my love hole
and literally sucked Joe's load from my clutching channel.  "Oh, Coach, don't
stop, suck it out!"  After he'd slowed down, I said, "Coach, bring your prick
up here and let Joe and me clean you too."  Almost instantly, he was standing
beside the table with his dripping cock thrust between our mouths.  Joe and I
were actually kissing with Coach's sloppy joint in the middle, licking up
every drop of residue left on his beautiful joint.  It was so hot; I almost
got ready for round two, but realized we had limited time.

Pulling back, Coach had us lay side-by-side on his desk, where he spent a few
leisurely minutes lapping up my load from our chests and stomachs.  Joe and I
leaned together to kiss as both of us had a hand on the Coach's head as his
hot tongue licked us clean.  He spent a few extra moments on our tits,
eliciting muffled moans from both of us.

When we sat up, Coach reached for the back of both of our heads and pulled us
together into an intense three-way kiss, a first for all of us!  Pulling
back, he smiled and said, "Mr. Taglia, your prostate passes with flying
colors.  But, when we go on our first out-of-town trip, I'm gonna have to
check you both out again...just to be sure.  Now, get the hell out of here and
get ready for practice."

He patted us both on the ass as we bent over to pick up our towels.  Joe had
a blissful smile on his face.  He said, "Gee, Coach, do we really have to
wait that long?"

God, I'd created a sex-crazed monster... a damn sexy one though.  And what did
that make me, I wondered?

Practice was a good one, although uneventful.  Joe begged to come home with
me, but I pled fatigue and the need to study and promised a rain check the
following day.  I wanted to save up for my adventure yet to come with Doc and
the man who had started the ball rolling on my new life -- whoever he was.
When I got home, I did study a bit, took a brief nap, fixed myself a good
dinner, took a long hot shower, and checked in with my parents to let them
know that I was alive and well.  I went upstairs to decide how I was going to
dress for the evening but couldn't make up my mind.  So, I just dug out the
jock I'd worn to practice the past two days, pulled it on and waited for
Doc's arrival.

*     *     *     *     *

He pulled into the driveway a little before 8:30, and I was at the door
waiting for him.  When I opened the door, he laughed and said, "Damn, Tom,
don't you think you're a little overdressed?"  He walked to me and gave me a
tongue-probing kiss, running his hand down my back to rest at the top of my
ass.

I replied, "I was just waiting to see what you were gonna wear, so we'd
match.  Come on up to my room while I finish getting dressed."

Doc had on a sexy white tank top that accentuated his muscular shoulders,
back and arms.  His pecs with their erect nips and ridged stomach were
clearly defined through the thin fabric.  He also had on a pair of black mesh
jogging shorts that highlighted his huge jock encased package in front and
his spectacular ass in back.  He was a head-turner, for sure.

I decided to dress just the same, and was digging in the bottom drawer of my
dresser when I felt his hands on my ass.  He pulled my cheeks apart and gave
my ass crack a loving lick, spending a few moments rimming my hairless hole.
"Uuuummm," I moaned, "now you'll make me not want to leave."

"Sorry, Tom, I just couldn't resist.  And besides I owe you one or two good
rim jobs, at least."

"Don't worry, Doc.  I'm not keeping score.  Everything we've done together
has been just great.  I just don't want it to stop."  We kissed again, and I
finished getting dressed.

We moved downstairs, I looked up the number for the Holiday Inn, and, taking
a deep breath, I made the call.

"Could you ring the room of Zachary Smith, please?"

"Hello," said the voice that was familiar but I could not identify.

"Uh...it's me...Tommy."
"I'm so glad to hear from you!  My room number is 142, and you can pull your
car up to the door."

"Room 142...I guess I'll see you in about twenty minutes."  After hanging up
the phone, I looked at Doc.  "God, I'm nervous."

He said, "There's no reason to be scared.  That's why I'm going with you to
make sure everything works out okay.  You trust me, right?"

Looking him in the eyes, I nodded, and then smiled, moving forward to kiss
him again.

We were soon pulling into the hotel parking lot, and Doc suggested not
parking directly in front of the room.  He said that when we got to the door,
I would knock and he would stand out of sight, until we knew who and what we
were dealing with.

Doc stood just to the left of the door.  He smiled and nodded.  With a
shaking hand, I rapped on the door, and heard movement inside the room.
Suddenly the door pulled open, and standing there, wearing just a jock strap
was...

(To be continued)