Date: Tue, 06 Jul 2004 21:16:57 -0400
From: alessandro abbondanti <grossoitaliano@hotmail.com>
Subject: italian soccer coach

I've been working on this story for a while, so it's rather long. I
promised someone that I would write this for him, so it's not part of my
"Mr. A and His Boys" series, although no doubt you will see some
similarities. I wanted to make it a one shot deal (God knows I can barely
keep up with one series, much less two!), so that's why some of the action
is compressed and maybe doesn't delve into some things that you (and I)
might like to see happen. Although there is an Alex in this story, it's not
the same Alex as in the Mr. A stories. It's just the name that I was asked
to use for one of the characters. I'm not sure how good this one is, but
hopefully it does its job and the person for whom it was written (as well
as everyone else) enjoys it. :) If you haven't read my other series, check
it out in the High School section.

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction; any resemblance to
real persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. If you're not old
enough to read this, go away. This story is fantasy. It didn't happen. It
never will happen. Don't do it. This story contains depictions of sex
between adult and teenage males. All roles in the movie of my life,
however, are played by people aged 18 and over (and you should be 18 if
you're reading this!). If you are not interested in reading about this (or
other male-on-male sex), please leave now. This story is mine; don't steal
it or post elsewhere without my permission.  (That means it's copyrighted
by me, in case you were confused.)

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Soccer at George Washington High School was rapidly displacing football as
the favored sport among both the students and faculty. The newfound
popularity of the sport was due in large part not only to the team's recent
successes at the regional (champions two years in a row) and state levels,
but also to its new, young, and enthusiastic coach.

Michael Pietrolungo was 26-years-old and had just completed his second year
as the soccer coach at GW. He wasn't a full-time employee at the high
school; he only came in the afternoons to coach the soccer team. His team,
the Eagles, had just returned from the state tournament. It was the second
year in a row that they had lost in the finals. It was exciting to have
made it so far again, but also disheartening to have lost again. Next year,
however, Michael was determined to win, which meant that he'd be working
the kids even harder than usual at the soccer camp that summer.

Michael was bisexual, and he had known that ever since he had discovered
sex (mutual jack-off session with his older cousin) in his early teens. He
was equally attracted to men and women and had been in long-term
relationships with both, but he was currently single and had been since his
return from Europe two years ago. He played around, of course. At 5'10",
165 pounds, he was quite a catch. Years of playing soccer (Michael had been
playing since he could walk and had been on school and club teams
throughout his school years including in college as well as for two years
professionally in Europe) had kept Michael in excellent shape. His upper
body was lean and toned, although not overly muscular, while his years of
soccer play had made his legs and calves pretty powerful.  His ass, too,
had developed into a hard, round mound of muscle. Throw in his Italian
heritage--dark hair and eyes, olive skin--and it's easy to understand why
Michael never had trouble getting any play.

When Michael first applied for the job at GW, he was a little disappointed
to find out that there wasn't a teaching position to go along with the
coaching position. The previous coach, a man in his late 50s who taught
history, had decided to give up coaching, but wasn't ready to retire
yet. Although Michael had his M.A. in history/political science and his
B.S. in computer science, the school wasn't able to offer him a teaching
position as well, so he supplemented his income by tutoring and working at
a local gym.

Soon after he began coaching, Michael realized that it might have been a
good thing that the school didn't have a teaching position open for
him. Michael had long ago come to terms with the fact he was attracted to
other men, but what he wasn't prepared for was the sudden attraction that
he felt for the teenage boys on his soccer team.

Although Michael wasn't a fulltime employee at the high school, they had
given him an office in the gym. The realization of his attraction came to
him early on, in fact, after the first full practice he held with the team.

The boys had taken to him immediately. He was younger than their previous
coach, who was still somewhat involved during the first several weeks of
Michael's term as coach, so they connected with him better. They had some
of the same interests and liked the same music, movies, and video
games. Michael also wasn't afraid to get on the field with the players and
show them exactly what he expected them to do, something that the older
coach hadn't done for quite some time. As a result, Michael became popular
very quickly.

After their first full practice as a team, the boys were milling about the
locker-room in various stages of undress, some wandering back from the
showers, others wandering to the showers; some were modest and kept their
towels carefully draped around their narrow waists, others walked around
with their dicks swinging freely for all to see.  Michael stood around
chatting and joking with the guys, subconsciously checking them out--as he
had done in every locker-room he'd ever been in before--comparing himself
to them. He felt that familiar tingle in his crotch as the blood began to
flow to his cock. At first, he thought nothing of it; it wasn't the first
time that he'd been in a locker-room with other guys and started to throw a
bone, but then it hit him: these were high school students, some as young
14-years-old.

The idea that he could possibly be attracted to high school students had
never occurred to him before that day. He had not, after all, ever really
had a chance to be around them, except when he was also a high school
student. He panicked, and excused himself to go back to his office.

"Aren't you gonna shower, Coach?" one of the boys called after him.

Michael did need to shower; he had been running around as much as the boys
and was just as sweaty as they were. He turned down the offer, though,
afraid that he might get completely hard in the communal shower. He knew
that was a fairly natural thing, and the boys didn't seem to be bothered
when a teammate had a similar reaction.  He had already heard them teasing
each other about so-and-so getting a hard-on or making fun of the size of
someone's dick. He didn't feel comfortable being the one getting hard in
front of them all, though, and so returned with, "I got some stuff to take
care of, so I'll just hit the shower after y'all are finished."

This didn't seem at all strange to the boys, who had never had one of their
coaches shower with them before, but at least one was very
disappointed. Alex Nelson looked wistfully after the coach. He had taken to
Coach Pietrolungo right away. He liked that the coach got out there and
played with them. The coach was a really good player, and had played
professionally, just as Alex hoped to do. He loved the first practice and
was looking forward to many more.

After the boys were gone, Michael, peeled off his sweaty soccer gear and
headed to the shower with his towel thrown over his shoulder. The pungent
smell of the locker-room, that of sweaty teenage boys, hit him as he left
his office, and his dick began to twitch. As he walked through the
locker-room, everything that he had seen earlier that afternoon flashed
through his head, and the memories of the naked and half-naked teenagers
that he had spent the afternoon with caused the blood to start flowing to
his dick.

Stepping into the shower, Michael turned on the water and stood under the
nozzle, letting the steam rise up around him as the hot water cascaded over
his body. He was proud of his body. Although he was a little leaner up top
than he wanted to be, it had never bothered him enough to make him actively
work to correct it. His upper body was fairly smooth, with only a light
dusting of hair on his chest and stomach, while his legs were hairy. Being
overly hairy was one gift he was glad not to have gotten from his Italian
heritage--his brother and father both being quite hirsute.

Michael soaped up his body, cleaning off the dried sweat, grass, and dirt
from the day's activities. He lathered up the soap under his arms and over
his chest and stomach, reaching down to soap up his now semi-hard dick and
pendulous balls. He rubbed his soapy hands around his crotch, cleaning his
pubes and balls. He grabbed his dick in one hand and pulled on it, coating
it with suds, and then lifted his ballsac and cleaned underneath. His cock
and balls swung and swayed as his hands worked the area roughly.  The
attention, of course, caused his dick to harden even more.

As Michael continued rubbing his cock and balls with his soapy hands,
images of the boys began to pepper his thoughts. He didn't know them all
that well, yet, but he would, and he did know what they looked
like. Several stuck out in his mind, and he focused on this as he stroked
his dick to full hardness and began to jack off in the shower. He thought
about the fact that less than 30 minutes earlier the locker-room and shower
had been teeming with testosterone-filled high school jocks, some getting
hard just as he was, perhaps even jacking off in the shower (although he
doubted that).

Michael stopped jacking off and looked down at his hard-on. If he was happy
not to have gotten the gift of body hair from his Italian ancestors, he was
ecstatic to have gotten the gift of his cock. Everyone he had ever been
with, man or woman, had admired his cock.  It wasn't overly large, although
at about 8 inches long and 6 inches around it was larger than average, but
it was beautifully shaped. There were no irregularities in Michael's
cock. Its shape was uniform, from the thick flared head down to the fat
base. The head, broad and swollen, was in perfect proportion to the shaft,
and shaft was of unvarying color. There were few visible veins, and they
were all on the underside. His cock did not stick out from his body, but
rather arched up to point at his navel even when he was standing.

He put more soap in his hand and reached for his cock, pulling it away from
his body. He started jerking his cock quickly, now, his stimulus nothing
more than a series of disconnected images from his time in the locker-room
that afternoon.  Different boys, different bodies, different cocks,
different asses flashed through his mind, but nothing specific and
concrete. He jerked his cock hard, squeezing the base tightly and pulling
his hand up the length of it; he squeezed the head, rubbing his thumb over
the glans, and then pulled his fist back down. His jumbo egg-sized balls,
another gift of which he was very proud, hung even lower than normal from
the heat of the shower. The force of his strokes caused his balls to swing
heavily back and forth between his spread legs.  Michael's balls began to
tighten, and he felt his orgasm begin to spread from the tip of his hard
cock throughout the rest of his body. He let out a loud groan and started
to shoot; he lurched forward, bracing himself against the wall with his
free hand. The first three shots hit the shower wall with audible splats
before he pointed his dick down and finished unloading on the tiled floor.

His body shook when he came and his knees felt weak. As his orgasm
subsided, he let go of his cock, which was softening and fell heavily over
his balls, which were beginning to droop again. Michael stood up straight,
cleaned himself and the wall, and turned off the shower. He dried off and
went back to his office to change into his street clothes.

And that's how it began. Michael at first wasn't sure how to react to this
newfound desire; he was a little afraid of it, to be frank, but he was a
smart guy. He knew that he couldn't actually do anything with any of the
boys, and that there wouldn't be much of a chance for it anyway. Except
everyday after practice and after home games and while on road trips. Okay,
so there would be plenty of opportunities for something to happen, but
Michael knew better. Besides, it probably wasn't really an issue of him
being attracted to the boys as it was a natural reaction to being around a
bunch of jocks in the locker-room again. After all, it had been a few
months since he had been around so many attractive, athletic men. He was
certain that the next day, he would have a diminished reaction.

Except that he didn't. In fact, things were getting a little worse. He was
starting to know the boys a bit better, getting all of their names straight
in his head, and putting names (and sometimes dicks) with faces. He learned
for instance that Jonathan, a sophomore at the time, and a member of the
Varsity team, had the biggest dick on the team, bigger than the juniors and
seniors. His closest competitor was Marcus, the one black guy on the
team. Jonathan, therefore, was often referred to as "Meat" or "Big
Jon". The first time Michael saw Jonathan's meat swinging, he did a double
take. Soft, he hung at least 5 inches, even more after a shower, and if Big
Jon "grow-ed" as much as he "showed" then he was packing an amazing weapon
for someone who was not quite 16-years-old.  There was also Luke, another
sophomore, who had a decent sized dick, but the biggest balls Michael had
ever seen, on a teenager or adult. Michael would learn later (much later)
that Luke had other talents, when some of the other boys revealed to him
that Luke liked to suck dick and "came like a fire hydrant". There were
plenty of other boys, too, of various types, each with a slightly different
build or a slightly different look and his own unique walk and talk and
endowment. Michael learned them all, and enjoyed looking at them all, but
one boy always stood out to him. That boy was Alex.

Alex was a freshman and was a few months away from turning 15 when the
soccer practices started. He was known as a "transitional player" meaning
that although he was technically on the Junior Varsity team, he got to
practice and play with the Varsity team sometimes. He was good, but as a
freshman, wasn't quite at the Varsity level. Alex wasn't as big as the
Varsity boys, yet, and didn't have their stamina, but he was working on it.
He didn't mind, though, because he liked the time that he got to play with
the Varsity guys, and he liked to check them out in the locker-room.

Alex had liked Coach Pietrolungo, not that he could say the name at all,
from the beginning and liked him more and more as the practices went
on. The coach was way younger than the previous coach and seemed like more
fun. He got out there and actually played with them; he didn't just stand
on the sidelines and shout orders. He SHOWED them what to do; it was
great. The coach had also played on a professional team in Europe. He
wouldn't say which one, so he might have been lying, but the boys believed
him. He was so good when they were playing together that it wasn't hard to
believe that he had played professionally. He had been a little
disappointed the first day when the coach announced that he wasn't going to
shower with them. Not that Alex was surprised, since he didn't think many
coaches showered with their players, but he was hoping that this one would,
especially since he had been out on the field working just as hard as they
were. Maybe some other time, he wished.

Michael didn't know exactly what it was about Alex that drew his attention,
but early on he felt a connection with Alex that he didn't feel with the
others. Sure, Alex was cute and athletic, but they all were. Michael
thought that perhaps it was because of Alex's enthusiasm. Alex loved
soccer, there was no doubt about that, and it showed when he played. Alex
never gave less than 100 percent when he was on the field, and he always
paid very close attention to Michael's instructions. As the weeks
progressed, it became clear that Alex looked up to Michael as a sort of
hero. Alex admired Michael's skills on the field and aspired to play soccer
professionally just as Michael had done. And Alex also thought that Michael
was gorgeous.

As the weeks progressed, Michael got to know the boys better, which, of
course, didn't help rid him of his urges--it only made them worse. Some
boys, naturally, liked him more than others, and these he talked to quite a
bit. Regardless of how much they liked him, they all respected him. He was
out there with them everyday, working as hard as they were, and often
showing them up, ready to keep practicing long after they had tired out.

Off the field, some of the boys saw Michael as more of a friend or an older
brother than a teacher or coach, and Michael would chat with them before
and after practice about everything from school to cars to video games,
music, movies and girls (always a favorite). Michael tried to remember his
position, namely that he wasn't just another horny teenage boy, but rather
a man in his mid-twenties who was in charge of the horny teenage
boys. Whenever the conversation turned to sex, Michael did his best not to
involve himself lest he say something inappropriate. He did enjoy listening
to them discuss it, however. Their discussions about sex were surprisingly
frank and open. Some of them were eager to have it for the first time,
talking enthusiastically about which girls at school they would like to do
or what famous actress, musician, etc. Some of them, mostly the older boys,
sounded quite experienced and worldly. Still others, however, said very
little. Alex was one of these boys, Michael noticed.

And so Michael's first year as coach passed like this. He saw these boys
everyday, talked and joked with them, and tried to avoid any truly
inappropriate conversations. Away games were also a struggle for Michael,
who, even though he had seen all of the boys naked, found them even sexier
walking around the hotel in just their boxers or pajama bottoms. At each
hotel, Michael would have to go around to each room and check on the boys
before curfew. Often, the boys would have to share beds, so Michael would
knock on the door to find two beds each holding two boys. More than once,
he walked in on a half-naked wrestling match between two or more of his
soccer players. He heard stories of what went on with some of the boys
after lights out: jack off contests, mutual masturbation, and
blowjobs. Every night, Michael would return to his own hotel room and jerk
off thinking about what might be going on in the boys' rooms. He knew that
they told him about these happenings to gauge his reaction, and he thought
(hoped?) to see if he wanted to get involved. There had been murmurs that
some of the boys thought Michael was gay and that's why he was afraid to
shower with them and never talked about his personal life or a
girlfriend. Well, they were partly right, but what Michael found more
interesting was the fact that most of them didn't seem to be bothered by
the possibility that he was gay.

There were not a lot of away games that actually required overnight stays,
so Michael's biggest challenge still remained the locker-room, and the fact
that he participated in every part of soccer with the boys except the
post-practice shower came up during a celebration after their second place
finish at State at the end of Michael's first year.

The party celebrating their success took place at Jonathan's house. His
parents were big supporters of the soccer program and had actually started
the Soccer Boosters at the high school when Jonathan's older brother
played. This was the first time in years that the team had made it to the
state finals, so everyone was excited even though they had only walked away
with second place. Jonathan's parents left the boys and Michael to
themselves for the most part, showing up occasionally to see if more drinks
or food were required. Jonathan had a pool, so most of them, Michael
included, spent much of the day shirtless wearing only boardshorts.

Michael had been sitting in one of the deck chairs for 30 or so minutes
when some of the students decided to congregate near him. Big Jon was there
as well as Luke, Alex, and a couple of others. Michael and the boys started
chatting and, as invariably happened, the conversation turned to
sex. Michael, always mindful of his ethical responsibilities, tried to
remain out of the conversation.

Finally, Luke said, "Hey, Coach, how come you never talk about this stuff
with us? Like when we talk about girls? You gay or something?"

Michael was shocked at first and then laughed. "No, Luke, I'm not gay. It's
just that I'm not really supposed to talk about that kind of thing with you
guys since I'm kinda like a teacher and you're students." Michael paused,
wondering whether he should say the next thing that came into his head, and
then said, "Besides, from what I've heard, you shouldn't be going around
calling other people gay."

The other boys laughed. "Yeah, yeah, still," he said. "You should join in.
What about the shower thing? Is there some law that says you can't shower
with us."

"Hmmm," Michael said, "not that I know of. Why?"

"Well it's just kinda weird that you don't," Luke said. "You do everything
else with us; you're out there on the field with us. Why not shower with
us?"

"Yeah," Alex echoed eagerly. "Why don't you shower with us?" Alex had
worked hard over the previous year and was determined to become the best
soccer player that he could. He had been working out, so his body was
getting bigger and stronger, and his stamina was much greater than it was
at the beginning of the year. He was also always pulling Michael aside to
talk to him about how he could improve and to ask Michael questions about
his personal life like "Are you married? Do you have a girlfriend? How was
Europe? Did you like it? What'd you study in college? Are you going to
teach here, too?"

Michael smiled at Alex's response and said, "I'm a little worried why you
so desperately want me to shower with you." Michael winked at them.

"Yeah, whatever," Luke responded. "I think that you're just afraid that
even little Alex here will have a bigger dick than you."

"Shut up, Luke," Alex said, pushing him. Luke laughed.

"Nah," Jonathan said. "He's just afraid that I'll have a bigger dick than
he will."

"No," Michael replied laughing, "I KNOW that you have a bigger dick than I
do."  Everyone laughed.

"So what's the deal?" Alex persisted. "Everyone else showers together."

"I don't understand why it's so important," Michael said. He was beginning
to get a bit uncomfortable with the questions.

"It's just a team thing, I guess," Jonathan said. "Play together, shower
together. It doesn't seem like it should be a big deal, but some of these
guys, even though they respect you on the field, just think it's really
weird that you won't get naked in front of them. It's like you're trying to
hide something."

"Did your other coaches shower with you?" Michael asked.

They laughed. "No," Luke replied, "they didn't, but they didn't play,
either. It feels almost like you're more of another player than a coach."

"Is it really that big of a deal?" Michael asked.

"To some of them, yeah," Jonathan answered. "Like I said, they feel like
you're hiding something and it kind of makes them feel weird."

Michael suspected that it was less of a team issue and more of a "these few
boys want to see me naked" issue, but he relented. "Fine, fine. Starting
this summer, I'll shower with y'all."

"Yay!" Alex shouted. Everyone looked at him; he blushed and turned his
head.  Michael turned to Jonathan and raised his eyebrows; Jonathan
shrugged.

So that summer, Michael began showering with the rest of the players. He
hoped that he'd be able to control his reactions to being in the shower
with them. He had managed to keep himself from popping a full on erection
when he was just standing around chatting with them in his soccer gear, but
he wasn't sure if he'd have as much control when he too was swinging
free. But there was only one way to find out.

The boys had all seen Michael's body before, many times, so the fact that
he was toned and in good shape wasn't a surprise to them when he wandered
through the locker-room.  What they hadn't seen before, however, and what
elicited a series of approving murmurs and glances from a number of them
was his swinging cock. Soft, Michael hung about as much as Jonathan did,
although he was certain that Jonathan grew a good deal more. Of course, the
appearance of Michael's endowment was greatly aided by the fact that as
soon as he dropped his Umbros, his dick began to swell, and it got only
worse as he walked to the shower. Their stares only made it worse, and by
the time he got into the shower room, his dick had chubbed up quite a
bit. Michael found that he was surprisingly not embarrassed by it and chose
simply to ignore it. He figured if they didn't say anything about it, why
should he worry?

So Michael stepped into the room for his first shower with his State
runner-up soccer players, and it was surprisingly not as stressful as he
had anticipated. The boys didn't act any different, except for some to
point out that he had actually gotten naked AND in the shower. Once he got
under the water, his chubby dick had returned to its usual flaccid state.

Gradually, Michael worried less and less about hitting the showers, and was
a little disappointed that he hadn't trusted himself to control his
reactions sooner.  His attraction to the boys hadn't lessened, in fact it
continued to grow the more that he was around them without being able to
actually DO anything, but somehow he managed to keep things under control
in the shower. As for the boys, most of them weren't at all concerned with
the fact that he was showering with them, but a few, namely Jonathan, Luke,
and Alex, paid him a little more attention than the others.

Alex especially seemed interested in showering with Michael. He would wait
until Michael headed to the shower before going there himself and try to
pick one right next to Michael. He would also spend the entire time talking
to Michael, asking him question after question or just chatting. Michael
thought it was cute and didn't mind the attention.  What Michael wasn't
sure of, though, is if the attention was simply hero-worship or an actual
crush.

Michael thought Alex was cute. He was 15, now, and would be a sophomore the
following year. Alex's body was also maturing, becoming more grown up, and
Michael soon found that he really liked talking with Alex in the shower: it
gave him an excuse to look at him for extended periods of time without it
seeming weird. Alex seemed to have the same idea, as Michael caught him
staring more than once.

The summer ended and the boys were back at school, back to regular
afternoon practices.  Big Jon and Luke were now juniors; Alex was a
sophomore and a full member of the varsity team. He played sweeper now, the
last line of defense before the goalie.

Things proceeded as they had the year before, except that some of the boys
were markedly better than they had been the previous year, and Michael had
a whole new crop of freshmen to contend with. Everything seemed to be going
as planned, and then it happened.

It was a couple of months into the school year. Michael was feeling horny
that day; he wasn't sure why, but he was. After practice, Michael waited a
bit longer than usual until the traffic in the shower slowed, and then he
stripped down and headed to the shower. As usual, a few moments later, Alex
arrived and took a place under the nozzle nearest Michael. Michael's
horniness made him more flirty than usual, and he found himself glancing a
little longer than normal at Alex as they both soaped up beneath the hot
spray of the shower.

Michael was scrubbing his chest and under his arms when he looked up and
noticed that Alex was looking at him pensively, as if he was about to ask a
question, but was afraid.

"What's up, Alex?" Michael asked.

"Huh? What?" Alex responded, shaking his head.

"You looked like you had something to say," Michael said.

"Oh. Sorry. I was just looking at your body," Alex said, looking sheepishly
down at his own. "It's way better than mine."

Michael chuckled. "Well, I've had a few more years to work on it than you
have," he said with a wink.

"Yeah, I guess," Alex said. "I'm really trying to build it up."

"Give it time," Michael said, flexing his arms for Alex. Alex didn't move,
but just stared at him. Michael then flexed his pecs and abs, showing a
pretty good six-pack. Alex's mouth hung open as he watched his coach's
display. The blood was rapidly flowing to Michael's cock and it was
noticeably larger than it had been.

"Wow. You have a six-pack," Alex said in awe.

"Yep," replied Michael. "I sure do. And it's a bitch to maintain, too." He
laughed. His cock continued to swell.

Alex looked from Michael's stomach to his crotch. "Can I touch it?" Alex
asked, licking his lips

"What?" Michael said, shocked.

"Your six-pack," Alex said, blushing. "Can I feel it?"

"Oh." Michael said, somewhat relieved, but also a little disappointed. He
had hoped that when Alex said "it" he meant, well, THE "it". "Sure, Alex,"
Michael said.

Alex approached and tentatively stuck out his hand. The other boys in the
shower, and thankfully only a few were left, seemed to be ignoring the
development.  Michael tightened his stomach muscles again, and each square
ab returned to view.  Alex touched Michael's stomach, running his hands up
and down his "washboard".

"Your stomach is way better than mine," Alex said, flexing his own stomach.
Without thinking, Michael reached out and touched Alex's stomach, noticing
for the first time that Alex's teencock was completely hard. Michael rubbed
his hands on Alex's stomach, which was indeed softer than his own, but
Michael could feel the muscle beneath it.  Michael reached up and touched
Alex's chest, which had the same feeling of hard muscle beneath a layer of
baby fat--soft and hard at the same time.

Michael's dick was now completely hard, sticking straight up and pointing
at his navel.  Alex's hands were so close, easily able to touch Michael's
cock if he wanted to. Neither one moved; Michael held his breath, wondering
what was going to happen next.  Michael let go of Alex and reached down to
grab Alex's hands. Should he move them to his dick?

Out of nowhere, Luke suddenly shouted, "Whoa! What's this? Our reserved,
upstanding coach letting his wood stand up in the shower while a player is
touching him? And little Alex, too!"

Michael let out his breath sharply, and Alex pulled away. "Oh shut up,
Luke," Alex said.

Michael laughed nervously. "Alex just wanted to touch my abs, Luke," he
said. "There was nothing weird going on, despite what my 'wood' might
indicate."

"Been awhile since you've gotten some, eh, coach?" Luke said.

Jonathan, who was also in the shower, laughed. "Now, Luke, you know that
you blew me last night, but that hasn't stopped me from throwing a bone."
He turned around to face them, and for the first time, Michael truly
understood why they called this 16-year-old "Big Jon". His dick, which was
impressive soft, grew to at least 10 inches hard and looked thicker than
Michael's 6" circumference.

Luke laughed. "Shut up, Jon," he said. "You know it was last week that I
blew you, not last night." Everyone laughed, and Michael was especially
relieved that the attention was no longer focused on him.

Michael realized that the situation had been a little odd, and while he was
certain that Alex, Jonathan, and Luke wouldn't say anything to anyone, he
wasn't sure how the few other boys around would react. None said anything
at the time, but what if they went home and said, "Hey, Mom, guess what I
saw today after soccer?" Michael was angry with himself for letting it
happen. He knew what the potential consequences were, but he let his
horniness cloud his better judgment. At least, however, things hadn't gone
too far.

"So how long has it been, Coach?" Luke asked.

"What?" Michael asked.

"Since you got laid. How long?"

Michael debated answering and shot back with, "More recently than you."

"Oooh. A player, are we?" Jonathan teased. Michael just smiled.

"Oh really?" Luke responded. "What was his name?"

"Ha ha," Michael said. "HER name, actually, was Lee. Not everyone has the
same desires that you do, Luke." Michael glanced at Alex, who looked down;
was he disappointed to hear that?

"Hey, I'm no queer," Luke said. "These homos just really WANT me to blow
'em. I never have, though."

"HAH!" Jonathan shouted. "Keep telling lies like that, Pinocchio, and your
nose is gonna grow longer than my dick." Jonathan grabbed his huge pole at
the base shook it at Luke.

"Well, you don't count," Luke said. "I mean, it was only once, and who
could resist that monster?" Jonathan laughed.

Alex had watched and listened to the exchange without saying anything. His
dick, like Michael's, had returned to its usual flaccid state.

"Why so quiet, Alex?" Luke, ever the inquisitor, asked.

Alex didn't respond. "C'mon, little man," Luke said.

"Just wondering when I'm finally gonna get some," Alex said, looking up and
grinning.

"I think that Coach Pietro-piet-whatever could help with that, from what I
saw earlier."

"Ha ha, Luke," Michael responded. "That was just a reflexive response,
nothing more," Michael lied.

No one said anything after that, but they finished showering and left to
get dressed.

Michael decided to be a little more careful in the shower from then on. He
had thought that he had his desires under control, having made it through
the summer and the first couple of months of the school year without an
"incident," but now he'd have to be careful again.

Outside of soccer, Michael had continued hooking up and dating as usual,
finding himself with both men and women and never dating just one for an
extended period of time. He had found a way to partially sate his
desires--he started by seeking out college freshmen and, at the beginning
of his first summer, recently graduated high school students, some as young
as 17. It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but it was much safer to hook up
with a first-year college student than a high school student, and he had
plenty of fun with it.  Fortunately for Michael, he lived in a city with
two universities and a small college, so there were plenty of options.

After the incident with Alex in the shower, Michael went home and called
one of these guys that he had hooked up with before. His name was Jeff, and
he was only 17. He had graduated from high school a year early and wouldn't
turn 18 for several more months.  Michael liked Jeff quite a bit. They had
first hooked up over the summer, just after Jeff graduated and only a month
after he had turned 17. To Michael, this put him in the same range as Luke
and Jonathan, so he jumped on the chance when he found Jeff's posting on a
personals site.

Jeff was little, but solid. He stood about 5'7" and 145 lbs. He was quite
muscular and worked out daily to stay in shape. His dick, much like Alex's,
hovered around the 5-inch mark. The fact that he was small greatly aided
Michael's fantasy when they were together. Jeff was a total bottom, looking
only to make sure that Michael was pleased. He was very turned on by the
fact that Michael played soccer (Jeff had as well) and was bisexual. While
Michael's most pervasive desire lately was to hook up with one of his high
school soccer players, Jeff's most pervasive desire, and had been since he
was in high school, was to service straight men, to let them use
him. Although Jeff had never openly admitted it to anyone, his greatest
fantasy was to be used by a bunch of straight guys, fucking his mouth and
ass. Jeff also loved cum, and he longed to be the center of a circle jerk,
with a bunch of straight guys jerking off and shooting on him.

The closest that he had ever gotten to fulfilling his desire was a
threesome with his roommate and his roommate's pledge brother. As far as
Jeff knew, they were both straight, but they had returned from a frat party
drunk and horny one night.  One thing led to another, and before he knew
it, Jeff was sucking both of their dicks. He really hoped that once his
roommate was accepted into the fraternity, there would be more
opportunities for his services with even more clients.

But right now, as he pulled into Michael's driveway, his thoughts were
about what Michael needed.

Michael opened the door and motioned for Jeff to come in, leading him to
the living room without saying anything. Michael was wearing a wife-beater
and Umbros without any underwear. Michael sat down on the coach and spread
his legs. Jeff came over and obediently knelt between them.

Jeff began servicing Michael by licking and kissing his calves, working his
way up Michael's muscular legs to his crotch. He stuck his face in the
loose nylon of Michael's shorts and mouthed the rapidly growing cock
contained within. Jeff took Michael's semi- hard dick between his lips and
lifted it up in the shorts, licking and sucking on it, before letting it
drop back down. For several minutes, Jeff rubbed his face in Michael's
crotch, nuzzling Michael's large nuts through his shorts and mouthing his
dick.

Once Michael was completely hard, he stood up and removed his wife-beater.
His dick tented his Umbros, curving up and to the left. He grabbed Jeff's
head and pulled it to his crotch. Jeff's mouth zeroed in on the spot of
precum that had formed on Michael's blue shorts, and he covered Michael's
cockhead with his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and tasting the
precum. After a few minutes of this attention, Michael grabbed Jeff and
pulled him to his feet.

Michael, who stood slightly taller than Jeff, looked down into a face that
seemed younger than it was, smooth and clean. Michael thought it looked
like Jeff had never had acne or touched his face with a razor. He bent down
and kissed Jeff, pressing his hard dick against Jeff and grinding on
him. Jeff responded by pushing back, moaning a little as Michael's tongue
invaded his mouth.

Michael released Jeff from his kiss and reached down to remove Jeff's shirt
to reveal his smooth, toned chest and stomach. Michael then pulled his own
shorts down, freeing his thick, 8-inch Italian sausage while Jeff did the
same to his pants, letting out his rigid 5- inch cock. Michael stepped back
to admire Jeff's body, and his mind was flooded with images of Alex from
earlier in the day.

Jeff started to kneel again, but Michael stopped him. He flexed his abs and
grabbed Jeff's hands, pulling them to his stomach. He rubbed Jeff's hands
up and down his washboard stomach, through the light dusting of hair that
covered his upper body. Jeff moaned in response. Jeff continued exploring
Michael's upper-body, running his hands over his hard pecs and
arms. Michael reached out and touched Jeff's body, fondling his chest and
pinching his nipples between his index and thumb. Jeff moaned, closing his
eyes and tossing his head back.

"You have a nice body, Coach," Jeff said. Michael had asked him during one
of their other sessions to call him Coach, and now Jeff did it without
thinking.

"Thanks," Michael said, placing his hand behind Jeff's head. He pulled Jeff
closer, and Jeff planted his lips on Michael's chest. Jeff kissed Michael's
pecs, first the left and then the right. He dragged his tongue across them,
over the hollow part in between them, and licked and sucked on Michael's
small, brown nipples. Michael maintained his grip on Jeff's head, holding
it in place against his chest, allowing the young man to suck and nibble on
his muscles.

Slowly, Jeff worked his way down Michael's body, until he was once again on
his knees.  Michael's dick rose up in front him, 8 thick inches of Italian
meat pointing towards his navel. Jeff stuck out his tongue and licked
Michael's heavy, swinging nuts.  He lapped at Michael's eggs like a puppy,
weighing each on his tongue. He sucked first the right and then the left
into his mouth, letting them hang on his face and chin. Then, sticking out
his tongue, Jeff started at the base and licked his way to the tip of
Michael's hard, throbbing prick. Precum had oozed from Michael's piss slit
and gathered on the tip, slowly dripping down from his broad cockhead.

Jeff lapped at Michael's precum, tasting it, and smearing it on his
lips. He swirled his tongue around the corona of my Michael's oozing dick
head. He got up slightly to get a better angle on Michael's cock and pulled
the monster away from his body.  Then, he took it between his lips, gently
sucking on it while he stroked and caressed the shaft.

Michael let out a long, contented moan as Jeff's lips closed around his
dick. He pushed his dick down, so that it was directed into Jeff's
mouth. Slowly, Jeff began to work his way down Michael's hard dick,
swallowing it inch-by-inch. Michael rested his hand on the back of Jeff's
head, silently urging him to take it all in, and Jeff did exactly what he
was supposed to do. Michael felt Jeff's throat open to accept him and
pushed the last few inches of his dick into Jeff's mouth. Michael's large,
cum-filled balls pressed tightly against Jeff's chin; Jeff's throat
contracted and squeezed on Michael's cock. Michael moaned loudly; Jeff
whimpered, satisfied to have his mouth filled with Michael's jock cock.

Jeff pulled back on Michael's cock, releasing the swollen head from the
confines of his throat. He pulled the hard rod from his mouth and stroked
it hard and fast, rubbing his thumb over the head. He slapped it against
his face several times, dropping the head against his lips. Jeff pursed his
lips and kissed Michael's cockhead, sticking his tongue out and swirling it
all around the head before opening his mouth and swallowing it again.

For several minutes Jeff continued worshipping Michael's cock with his
mouth, tongue, and lips, before Michael finally stopped him and pulled his
dick from Jeff's mouth.  Michael's dick slapped back up against his stomach
and swayed, twitching from the blood that throbbed in his swollen
shaft. Michael knelt down and kissed Jeff again, laying him down on his
back.

Obediently, Jeff opened his legs for Michael. Michael pressed Jeff's legs
up to his chest, revealing his tight, pink asshole. With Jeff's feet on his
shoulders, Michael gently pressed his cockhead against Jeff's hole. Jeff
moaned; Michael applied more pressure. Slowly, Jeff's ass opened, the
sphincter spreading to let Michael in, and Michael's dick popped into
Jeff's hole. Michael continued pushing forward, feeding every inch of his
fat, Italian dick into Jeff's chute until his balls rested on Jeff's
ass. Jeff's eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned, pleased.

Michael pulled back just a few inches and then pushed forward, starting out
slowly fucking Jeff. After a few minutes of teasing Jeff's ass like that,
Michael started thrusting faster, gradually picking up the pace of his
fuck. As Michael plowed into his ass, Jeff responded by thrusting his hips
upward, shoving his body harder and deeper onto Michael's fat prong. Jeff
writhed beneath Michael, who continued his deep, hard assault on Jeff's
ass.

"Oh yeah, Coach," Jeff moaned. "Plow me. Fuck my ass."

Michael grunted and responded by fucking Jeff harder. He reached under
Jeff's body and grabbed his shoulders, using them for extra leverage to
pull down on his body, impaling him on his cock. Jeff screamed, his head
falling back against the floor.

Michael felt Jeff's ass begin to spasm around his cock and Jeff's balls
drew closer to his body. "That's it, Coach," he said. "Make me cum."

Michael shoved his dick into Jeff again and again, jamming his cockhead
against Jeff's prostate. Jeff started to shoot, his thick cum flying from
his hard cock and landing on his stomach.

Remembering that Jeff liked to take the load in his face, Michael let go of
Jeff and roughly pulled his dick from the boy's well-fucked ass. He knelt
over Jeff, straddling his chest, and stroked his dick, pulling and
squeezing on just the head. Michael knelt with one knee on the left side of
Jeff's body; his other leg was bent at the knee with his foot planted
squarely on Jeff's right side. With his right hand, he pressed against his
balls and pelvis while he pulled on his swollen cockhead with his left.

His orgasm was building; his balls tightened. "Oh fuck!" he groaned through
clench teeth. "Here it comes, boy," he moaned. His piss slit opened; Jeff's
eyes focused directly on it as the first spurt of cum erupted from
Michael's swollen dick head and landed with an audible splat on Jeff's
check. This spurt was followed by three or four others before Michael's
orgasm subsided into a trickle of thick, white ooze which dripped from the
swollen purple head of his dick onto Jeff's face. Michael let go of his
dick and let it fall down over his balls, which had retreated from his body
after his orgasm ended. His dick softened, some cum still oozing from the
spent tip. Michael looked down at Jeff and imagined that it was Alex he had
just fucked; Alex he had just cum on.

Michael fucked Jeff a couple more times that night, leaving two loads in
his ass, before they went to bed. The next day, after feeding Jeff his
breakfast, Michael sent Jeff home.

He couldn't get Alex out of his mind, now. Each time he shot in Jeff, he
imagined that it was Alex. That night, he had dreamed about Alex. What was
he going to do?  The same thing he had been doing for the past year:
pretend like his desires didn't exist.

Michael was more careful after practice, now, making sure that there was no
opportunity for anything even seemingly inappropriate to happen. He tried
to distance himself from Alex and the others. Alex, meanwhile, tried to get
closer to Michael; he became more inquisitive, asking Michael about girls
and his weekends, trying to come up with reasons to touch Michael again (or
to have Michael touch him). "Coach, I think that I hurt my quad, can you
check it out for me?" Michael always did what Alex asked, even when he knew
it was just an excuse to touch him.

Slowly, their relationship began to grow closer again, and they were back
to joking around in the showers and occasionally play-fighting. Somehow,
Michael managed to avoid getting any more erections in the shower (although
he was often seen with a nice chubby).

So the second year passed, and the team once again made it to State only to
lose again in the finals. The team was devastated, but Michael managed to
remain positive.  "We'll just have to work harder," he announced to
them. "That means an even more rigorous summer program." Some of them
complained about this, but others, namely Jonathan and Luke, looked forward
to it. They would be seniors the next year and were determined to win the
State championship before they graduated.

Over the past year, Alex had continued working out and improving his soccer
skills. As the summer began, he stood at 5'9" tall and weighed about 155
lbs. He wasn't huge by any means, but he had built up his body pretty
well. His stamina had also improved greatly, and he had proven that he
could go a whole game without needing to be substituted. He was growing up,
and Michael found the changes in him even more attractive.

The more that Michael watched Alex, the closer he started to feel to him.
Alex still seemed to idolize Michael and had taken to following him around
when he wasn't actually playing on the field. Michael started to see more
of himself in Alex, as Alex listened closely to any suggestions that
Michael gave him on the field and then executed them in the same way that
Michael demonstrated. Their relationship off the field deepened, too, as
Michael found himself hanging out with Alex whenever Alex had to wait for
his mother to pick him up after practices. They used the time to chat, and
their conversations became increasingly personal, until Michael considered
them friends. As their friendship grew, Michael found that he became less
obsessed with actually getting Alex in bed. He enjoyed the time that they
spent together and their growing friendship; he liked just being around the
boy.

Shortly after summer began, Michael called Alex into his office to talk to
him,

"So I've been thinking about changing your position, Alex," Michael began.
Alex nodded.  "I wanna put you at midfield with Jonathan and Marcus and see
how you do."

Alex didn't respond. He had been wanting to move to midfield since the
beginning of the last year, so Michael had expected him to be very excited,
but instead, he looked pissed off.

"What's wrong, Alex?" Michael asked. "Don't you want to play midfield? I
think that you can do it. I've been watching you, and you've really
improved. It'll really help us out next year, I think."

"No," Alex said, "it's not that. I'm just pissed at my friend."

"Why? What happened?" Michael asked.

"Just fighting over stupid shit. He says that I told people something about
him that I'm pretty sure I never did, but I dunno, and now he's not talking
to me anymore. I'll be fine."

"You sure that's all? You know that you can talk to me if you need to."

Alex shook his head and then ran his fingers through his shaggy brown hair.
Michael smiled, noticing how long the boy's hair had grown over the past
year.  Apparently the new hairstyle for teenage boys was to let their hair
grow as shaggy as possible until it even covered their eyes.

"You're gonna have to cut that soon or else you won't be able to see the
ball on the field," Michael joked. Alex smiled weakly. "C'mon, Alex, talk
to me," Michael said.

Alex looked like he was about to cry, so Michael got up and walked over to
him. He knelt near the chair. "What's going on?"

"Well," Alex said, breathing out heavily before he began. "Promise not to
freak out?"

Michael smiled. "I promise."

"My friend is gay," Alex said, "and he says that I told people that he is,
but I never did."

"Why would he think that?" Michael asked.

"I don't know, but apparently someone called him a name and he was like,
'You're the only one who knows, Alex! How else did they find out?' And I
was like, 'I dunno, but maybe they were just being an ass and don't really
know.' But he didn't think that was possible, so we fought some more and
now he hasn't talked to me since yesterday."

"Wow, that sucks," Michael said, reaching out to pat Alex's thigh. "I'm
sorry to hear that." Michael let his hand rest on Alex's knee, which Alex
began to bounce in his nervousness. Michael looked up at Alex's face; he
looked more angry than sad about the whole thing.

"The worst part is," Alex said, "I don't know what he's gonna do, now,
'cause he knows stuff about me, too." Alex blushed bright red.

"What stuff?" Michael asked. He could feel his dick begin to swell.

Alex blushed and looked away. "I can't really tell you," he said and then
trailed off.

Michael stood up, his Umbros were slightly tented. Alex's eyes flitted
across Michael's crotch and then looked him in the eye. "Well, Alex,"
Michael said, "you can always talk to me when you feel ready." Michael
smiled down at Alex.

Alex stood up. "Thanks, Coach," he said. "And midfield sounds great. I
can't wait." For the first time since he came into Michael's office, Alex
smiled. He turned around and left.

Michael watched Alex walk out of the room, noticing Alex's round bubble
butt. His mind filled with the image of bending Alex over and plowing his
thick, 8-inch dick into Alex's 16-year-old ass. He smiled; he knew, or had
a pretty good guess at least, what Alex was afraid to tell him. What could
Alex's friend know about him that would be so frightening to a teenage boy?
Only one thing, really. Michael finally had a pretty definitive answer: it
wasn't just hero worship that was behind Alex's interest in him.

Michael decided to wait to take a shower until after the other boys had
gone. His encounter with Alex and the possibility of what could happen
between them had left him quite horny, and he didn't trust himself in the
shower with them. Besides, if past experience held true, Alex would wait as
long as possible to take a shower in hopes of seeing Michael in there.

When he was fairly certain that the boys were gone, Michael stripped down
and wrapped his towel around his waist. He headed out into the locker-room
and looked around. The place was pretty quiet except for the sound of water
running. Michael headed back to shower room and saw Alex was there,
standing unmoving under the spray from the showerhead.

"What you still doing here?" Michael asked. Alex started and looked up.

"Oh, sorry, Coach," Alex said. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Running a little late, aren't ya?" Michael said.

"Yeah, I guess so, but I was just thinking about stuff and kind of lost
track of time."

"It's cool," Michael said. "I was just surprised to see that someone was
still here."  Michael hung his towel up and stepped into the shower
room. He stood under a showerhead near Alex and turned on the water. He
started to lather up, trying to make small talk with Alex. "So any big
plans this weekend? You just had a birthday, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Alex replied. "I just turned 16 a couple weeks ago and got my
license. No big plans, though. My parents don't really trust me, yet, to
let me go out too much on my own."

"Parents can be so annoying sometimes," Michael joked with him. Alex just
smiled a little, his eyes fixed on Michael's movements. He watched Michael
rub the soap along his muscular chest and arms; he watched Michael lather
up his cock and balls.  Michael's cock lengthened as he soaped
himself. Michael looked up and saw Alex watching him.  He winked at Alex
and grabbed at his cock again, pulling down on it.

"Feeling any better, Alex?" Michael asked.

"Nah, not really," Alex said, still watching Michael.

"What is it that you can't tell me?" Michael prodded him as he continued to
pull on his dick. He was rapidly getting harder. He hoped that his guess
about what Alex was afraid to talk to him about was right. Michael was
completely hard now and was lazily stroking his rod.

Alex's eyes remained fixed on Michael's crotch. He started to say
something, but his mouth was suddenly very dry. He licked his lips and
opened and shut his mouth several times. His own 5.5" cock was now rock
hard, sticking straight out from his body; his balls were sagging heavily
from the heat of the shower.

"Am I bothering you, Alex?" Michael asked. Alex shook his head. "It's just
that sometimes, a man's just gotta do it when the urge strikes, right?"
Alex nodded. "I see that the urge has struck you, too."

Michael walked over to Alex and stood right in front of him. Michael's hard
dick curved straight up. He got close to Alex. "I gotta tell you something,
Alex," Michael said, reaching down and putting his hand on Alex's hip. He
grabbed Alex's hand and brought it to his crotch. "You did this to me,
boyo," Michael said, wrapping Alex's hand around his thick cock. "Ever
since I first saw you two years ago I've wanted to do this." Michael leaned
in and kissed Alex on the mouth. Alex sucked his breath in sharply and
gripped Michael's cock even harder. Michael covered Alex's lips with his
own, pulling their bodies close together. Michael pushed his tongue into
Alex's mouth and started thrusting his hips gently, sliding his cock
through Alex's wet fist.

Michael released Alex and stepped back, placing his hands on Alex's
shoulders, he looked him right in the eye. "Is there something you want to
tell me, Alex?"

Alex nodded and licked his lips again. "I think that you're awesome,
Coach," Alex said, speaking quickly. "And I've wanted to do stuff with you
since I first saw you, too. You're so amazing. You're hot and you're good
at soccer and I look up to you so much. I just never thought you would be
into this. Not with me, anyway."

"Why not with you?" Michael said. "You're a beautiful, hot, sexy boy."
Michael ran his fingers through Alex's hair, looking him directly in the
eyes.

Alex blushed.

"To be honest," Michael admitted, "before I started here, I didn't think
that I'd be into it, either, but the first day after practice, when I saw
y'all, I knew that I was in trouble. Why do you think I waited so long
before getting into the showers with y'all? I was afraid of throwing wood
in there! You, Big Jon, Luke. Everyone. It was like I had these desires I
never had before, but there was something really special about you. You
were really good as a freshman player, and so cute, too. I loved the way
that you looked at me, but I didn't know if it was just like hero worship
or if you were really into doing stuff with guys."

Alex hadn't let go of Michael's dick the whole time and was still stroking
it. Michael looked down. "I guess that answers my question. I suppose this
is what your friend has on you? That you like guys, too?"

"Yeah," Alex admitted. "I've only done stuff with a couple of guys, though.
Just jacking off and sucking."

"You wanna try more?" Michael asked. Alex nodded and blushed again. "Good."
Michael stepped in close to Alex again and kissed him, pressing their
bodies together. He ground his crotch against Alex's, their cocks pressed
together. Alex's 5.5" teencock throbbed against Michael's 8" Italian
meat. Michael reached down and cupped Alex's round, bubble butt and pulled
on it, massaging the cheeks and pulling his body closer. Alex moaned,
feeling his dick pressed against Michael's throbbing rod.

Michael nibbled gently on Alex's lower lip and then kissed his neck, gently
biting on his shoulder. Slowly, Michael worked his way down Alex's body,
stopping to squeeze his soft, still developing pecs and nibble on his
nipples. He bit each small, brown circle, pulling the nub gently between
his teeth. He gripped Alex's upper arms and squeezed them, feeling his hard
biceps, and continued his trip downward.

Falling to his knees, Michael knelt face-to-crotch with Alex. He leaned in
and kissed Alex's navel and abs. Alex's cock slid over Michael's
shoulders. Michael grabbed Alex's hips and pulled the teen's crotch into
his face. Burying his face in Alex's crotch, Michael began licking and
slurping on the boys nutsac, taking each egg gently into his mouth and
sucking on it, kissing and licking it before letting it fall from his
mouth.  He also pressed his face into the crevice where the thigh meets the
pelvis and licked and kissed it, pressing his face against Alex's pelvic
bone, causing Alex to groan loudly and grab onto Michael's head.

Michael pulled back from Alex's crotch just slightly and kissed the side of
his teencock.  He rubbed his mouth up and down the length of it, letting
his lips slide against the side before swirling his tongue around the
tip. Using two fingers to grip Alex's hard cock at the base, Michael aimed
the teen's weapon at his mouth. He gripped the root of Alex's cock hard and
stroked up the length of it, milking the precum from it. A large, clear
drop of prejizz oozed from the piss slit in Alex's swollen cockhead. With
his fingers gripping Alex's cock tightly just behind the head, Michael
stuck out his tongue and gently lapped at the head, which had swollen
larger and grown darker. He flicked his tongue rapidly against the
sensitive underside of Alex's cockhead and swirled his tongue all around
the glans, scooping up the boy's precum on his rough tongue. Alex
whimpered, his fingers locked in Michael's hair.

Michael released Alex's cock from his grip and let the head slide between
his lips. Alex panted and moaned again. Then, Michael opened his mouth and
took all of Alex in, swallowing every inch of the high school jock's hard
rod. He bobbed up and down on Alex's dick, keeping his lips wrapped tightly
around the swollen shaft.  Michael could feel every blood engorged vein on
Alex's otherwise smooth shaft slide between his lips.  Alex's legs were
twitching and he gripped Michael's head even tighter as his hot Italian
soccer coach bobbed his head up and down on his 16-year-old meat.

While slurping and sucking on Alex's cock, Michael gripped the teen's ass
even harder in his muscular hands, squeezing the smooth cheeks between his
fingers. He pulled Alex toward him, causing Alex's balls to slap audibly on
his chin. Michael sucked in his cheeks, making his mouth as tight as he
could on Alex's rigid dick. Alex started to moan more loudly and doubled
over Michael. His balls tightened. Michael knew what was about to happen
and suddenly stopped sucking, freeing Alex's dick from his mouth.  Alex's
dick popped out from between Michael's lips and bobbed up and down, swollen
and throbbing, slick with spit and precum. Alex breathed heavily and looked
down at Michael pleadingly.

"Not yet, boyo," Michael said, standing up. "Your turn to do me."

Alex and Michael stood face to face again, and Michael placed his hands on
Alex's shoulders, urging the boy to his knees. Alex gave Michael's body the
same treatment that Michael had given his, feeling up on Michael's
arms. Michael lifted his left arm and Alex buried his face in it, licking
and sucking on Michael's pit. Michael flexed for him and Alex kissed
Michael's bicep, wrapping his mouth around the large, round bulge. Then, he
continued his way down, nibbling his coach's nipples before falling to his
knees.

He looked at Michael's dick and swallowed nervously. He had never sucked
one this thick before, and he wasn't sure if he could do it. Alex looked up
at Michael; Michael smiled encouragingly and ran his fingers through Alex's
wet hair. Michael placed his hand on the back of Alex's head and pulled him
forward, pressing Alex's mouth against his heavy nutsac. Alex stuck out his
tongue and started lapping gently at Michael's swinging cum tanks. Alex
sucked each one into his mouth, bathing them with his spit and
tongue. Michael moaned.

As Alex continued mouthing Michael's nads, Michael reached down and grabbed
his thick dick. He pressed it against Alex's face. Alex moaned; Michael
grabbed Alex by his shaggy brown hair and yanked his head back. Gripping
his dick at the thick base, he started slapping it on Alex's cute face. He
slid his dick back and forth over Alex's smooth face, beating his
cheeks. Alex opened his mouth and Michael slapped his fat shaft and leaking
cockhead on Alex's lips and tongue. Pushing it down, he slid his cock
between Alex's lips and into his mouth.

Michael loved to watch as a cocksucker's lips opened up wide around his
thick meat, and it was no exception with Alex. If anything, it was even
hotter to see his young soccer player with his lips stretched around his
hard, Italian prong. He gripped Alex's head with both hands now and slowly
fed his dick into Alex's throat. Alex gagged at first and pressed his hands
against Michael's thighs, trying to push him out, but Michael held him in
place. "Just relax, baby," Michael murmured, gently applying more pressure.

Alex swallowed, allowing his throat to relax. Michael's cockhead slipped
inside and Alex's throat closed tightly around it. Michael groaned
loudly. "That's it, boyo," he grunted, pushing himself the rest of the way
inside Alex's tight throat.

Alex's tongue was pressed tightly against the underside of Michael's cock,
and he slid it back and forth along his coach's turgid meat. Michael
started to pull back, sliding his cock from Alex's throat. Alex swirled his
tongue all around the swollen shaft, sucking his cheeks in tight around
Michael's meat. Michael shoved his cock back in and began a leisurely,
long-dicking face fuck of Alex's mouth and throat, slowly pushing his dick
all way down Alex's throat and then pulling all the way back out. Alex
knelt at his coach's feet, willingly accepting his long, fat cock.

His orgasm was building, but Michael wasn't ready to nut, yet, so he pulled
his dick from Alex's mouth with a loud plop and slapped it down on his face
again. Michael caught his breath and then sank to his knees in front of
Alex. He kissed Alex again, holding his head in his hands pulling their
bodies close together. Michael reached around Alex and placed his hand on
Alex's back. Using his hand as support, he gently pushed Alex backwards
until he was lying on his back on the shower floor with Michael kneeling
between his spread legs.

Michael covered Alex's body with his own, lying on top of the younger boy.
He nibbled on Alex's ear and growled into it, "I'm gonna fuck you,
baby. You want me to, don't you?'

Alex whimpered and responded by thrusting his hips up against Michael.

Michael gently kissed Alex's teen body again, tasting his soft, skin and
nibbling on his nipples and licking his pecs and stomach. Alex writhed
beneath him. Michael slid down between Alex's legs and pushed them up to
reveal his tight, virgin hole.  Alex grabbed his thighs and lifted them up
for Michael, showing him his puckered ass. Michael stuck out his thick,
rough tongue and started licking Alex's ass. It was clean and soapy from
the shower. Michael slid his tongue into the tight sphincter and started
tongue-fucking Alex.  Alex twitched.

Michael sat up and gingerly inserted one finger into Alex's hole, reaching
around inside to press on his prostate. Alex's dick twitched and
leaked. Michael slid another finger in, opening Alex's hole for his fat
cock. With two fingers now attacking his prostate, Alex twisted beneath
him, his eyes closed and his head rolling back and forth.  His cock
twitched and throbbed even more.

Removing both fingers from Alex's ass, Michael gently pressed his swollen
cockhead against the opened hole. "Look at me," Michael said, leaning over
Alex. Alex opened his eyes and looked at Michael. Michael stared into
Alex's eyes as he slid his cock into Alex's hole, taking his teen jock
cherry. Alex's eyes grew wide, and his mouth gaped open. Michael's swollen
cockhead popped through the sphincter, stretching it even more than it had
been with his two fingers. Alex tensed beneath Michael and sucked in his
breath sharply. He gripped Michael's back tightly.

"Relax, baby," Michael said, rubbing Alex's chest. Tears welled up in
Alex's eyes.  Michael bent down and kissed him, still sliding his cock into
Alex's ass.  Alex tensed up again, biting his lip. Michael paused, waiting
for Alex to relax again, and then finished feeding his dick into Alex's
tight ass. Michael was breathing heavily, his balls resting tightly on
Alex's smooth, round ass cheeks. Michael made his cock twitch inside Alex's
ass, pressing it against his prostate. He started grinding his hips so that
his dick head slid repeatedly over Alex's g-spot. Soon, Alex was also
rotating his hips, grinding his hard 5.5" dick against Michael's stomach.

Taking this as a sign that Alex was ready for a real fuck, Michael slowly
slid his dick out of Alex's ass, feeling the tight hole contract and twitch
on his invading prick as inch by inch his meat reappeared from the boy's
once-virgin ass. Michael pulled out until just the head remained lodged
inside the tight muscle of Alex's sphincter, and then he shoved it back
in. Leaning over Alex again, their eyes met, and Michael began fucking Alex
faster, pulling his dick out just a little and then hammering it back in,
pounding Alex's teen pussy like a jackhammer.

"Is this what you've been wanting?" Michael asked, pushing his dick in and
out of Alex.  "Needed my big dick in your high school cunt, Alex?"

"God YES!" Alex screamed. "Fuck me, Coach!"

Michael's balls slapped loudly on Alex's ass with each downward thrust;
Alex bucked his hips, arching his back off the floor to shove himself
harder onto Michael's hard Italian meat. Michael reached under Alex and
held him, pulling his body close to his while he fucked his dick in and out
of Alex's ass. Alex bit Michael's shoulder; Michael cried out and started
thrusting harder.

Alex's started breathing heavily. "I'm gonna cum, Coach," he grunted in
Michael's ear.

"Do it, Alex," Michael breathed. "Bust all over us."

Alex groaned loudly; his ass contracted tightly around Michael's fat cock.
Alex's rigid teencock twitched against Michael's abs and unloaded, his
watery teencum hitting Michael's stomach and chest and dripping down onto
his own.

Michael pulled all the way out of Alex's ass, sliding his sticky body off
Alex's, and then plowed back in, going balls deep in Alex's tight hole. His
nads contracted, pulled up to his body, and Michael started unloading. His
dick twitched and throbbed as shot after shot of his thick Italian cream
fired into Alex's ass, coating the teen's insides with hot spunk. His
orgasm subsided, and he collapsed on top of Alex. He kissed the boy again
and looked into his eyes. He slid his softening cock from Alex's wet, used
ass. Alex was still hard, and Michael could feel his dick throbbing against
him. Alex started grinding on Michael again.

Michael got off of Alex and knelt there as Alex also got up on his knees.
Michael's softening dick hung down over his balls, nearly touching the
shower floor.  Alex's erect dick stuck straight out. Alex moved forward
suddenly, kissing Michael deeply on the mouth, gently pushing him
backwards. Michael fought it at first, not usually one to get fucked, and
pushed back against Alex, feeling his teen body. The feeling of Alex's body
was hard for Michael to describe. It was both soft and hard as there was
strong muscle still insulated by a layer of baby fat. He felt Alex's body
tense against his as the younger boy struggled to push Michael onto his
back. Michael gave in, wanting suddenly to feel this teen stud fuck him.

Lying down with his legs spread, Michael pulled his knees up to his chest,
exposing his tight ass to Alex. Alex reached down and gently slid a finger
into Michael's hole. Michael winced slightly, holding his breath, and then
let it out as Alex's thin finger found his prostate and tickled it from the
inside. Michael's dick twitched and started to grow again, swelling and
lengthening. "That's it," Alex muttered. "Get hard for me again." He
slipped another finger into Michael's tight hole.

When Michael was completely hard, Alex removed his fingers and pressed his
dick head against Michael's ass. Michael pushed down, causing his hole to
open. At the same time, Alex pushed forward, and his dick head disappeared
into Michael's ass.  Michael's sphincter closed tightly around the pole,
and Michael used his muscle control to squeeze and milk it, pulling on
Alex's hard teencock. Alex groaned, nearly falling down on top of
Michael. Michael smiled and reached around to grab Alex's ass. He pulled
Alex down onto him, taking every bit of Alex's 5.5" cock into his
ass. Alex's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Michael continued
milking him with his ass muscles.

"Oh my God," Alex groaned. "It's so fucking tight." He breathed heavily.
Michael started thrusting his hips, pulling his ass off of Alex's cock and
taking him back in. After a few moments, Alex took over and started fucking
his coach.

Michael wrapped his legs around Alex's waist and used them to keep the boy
as close to him as possible and to keep him from slipping out as he fucked,
wildly pulling his dick from Michael's ass and shoving it back in. His
balls hit Michael's ass again and again as he fucked, his cock sometimes
hitting Michael's g-spot and sometimes missing. Michael thrust back,
holding the boy tightly against him, his hard, fat cock rubbing on Alex's
smooth stomach.

Alex wasn't going to last long, and Michael knew it. He started kissing
Alex's neck and shoulder, nibbling on his ears. "That's it, boyo," he
growled into Alex's ear. Alex shuddered against him. "Fuck my ass, you
teenage stud. Shove that dick into me. Cum in me, baby."

"Oh fuck," Alex groaned. "I'm gonna nut." Alex shuddered and collapsed on
top of Michael; his dick twitched inside Michael's ass as several jets of
his soccer jock spew shot into his coach.

Michael wrapped his arms around Alex and rolled him over so that he was on
his back again. Michael slid off of Alex's shrinking cock and started
stroking his dick quickly as he knelt over the boy, whose breathing was
slowing down. Michael aimed his dick at Alex's face; his orgasm was
building, and he could feel the load working its way up his long, thick
shaft. His cock head swelled and his piss slit gaped open.  Michael grabbed
Alex by the hair and turned his head up to look at his cock. Alex's eyes
grew wide as he saw his coach's cockhead so close to his face; he watched
the piss slit open and close, and then the first volley of thick spooge
shot from Michael's cock and hit Alex in the face.  The first stream was
followed by 6 others as Michael coated Alex's cute face with his jizz.

His orgasm subsided and the remaining cum dribbled from his cockhead.
Michael gripped the base of his dick and squeezed along the shaft to the
top, milking the last of the load from his cum tube. It dripped down onto
Alex's chin. Michael let go of his cock and it drooped down over his
weighty sac again. He rubbed it on Alex's face, smearing the cum around a
bit, and smiled down at the boy.

"I've been wanting to do that for a LONG time," Michael said.

Alex laughed. "Yeah, me too. I wish we had done it sooner."

Michael grinned. "Me too, but I wasn't sure." He got off of Alex and sat
down next to him, catching his breath. "You sure you're okay with this?"
Michael was feeling a slight twinge of panic as the gravity of what he had
just done occurred to him.

"Oh yes!" Alex said eagerly. "I want to do it again!"

Michael laughed. "Well, not tonight. It's getting late, and I bet your
parents want to know where you are."

"Fuck! You're right," Alex said. "But can we do it again? SometimeÉ"

"Hell yes," Michael said. "That was hot. Never had a teenager fuck me
before."

"I never had an adult fuck me before," Alex responded, grinning.

They got off the floor, cleaned up, dressed, and went their separate ways
that night. For the rest of the summer, they continued meeting once or
twice a week after the other boys had left. A few of the smarter boys,
namely Jonathan and Luke, started to wonder why Alex sometimes took so long
to shower and why the coach sometimes looked at Alex funny, but they never
said anything. They, of course, got their answers later, and Michael found
out exactly how good Big Jon was with his gift.

At the end of the summer, Michael was offered a position at the high school
teaching their computer classes. This made Alex very excited, and he
promised to take Michael's class. Michael was also very excited as it meant
that he had the opportunity to meet even more of Alex's classmates. None,
however, was ever as special to him as Alex, and their relationship
continued to deepen.

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What'd you think? It's not my best work, because I tried to contain a lot
of information in as little space as possible in order to prevent this from
turning into a lengthy series, which it could easily have become. (And I'm
not very good at the non-sex parts!) I know that the ending is pretty
hokey, but I wanted to give some idea of what happened between the two
after they finally got together.

If you haven't checked out my other series, I would encourage you to do so.
It's called "Mr. A and His Boys" and can be found in the high school
section. I also have a Yahoo!  Group dedicated to the series. It can be
found at <http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mr_as_boys/>. I will send notices
to the group when a new story is posted to Nifty and I will also post the
stories (including any bi versions) in the Files section.

Feel free to contact me, e-mail: grossoitaliano@hotmail.com; AIM:
grossoitaliano.