Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2012 01:37:09 -0400
From: Jay Boy <jayboy2785@gmail.com>
Subject: My name is Jeffy - part 4

My name is Jeffy
Part 4

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Disclaimer: This story, and all characters and situations herein, are
fictional. Any similarity to actual persons or situations is purely
coincidental.
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As I've mentioned before, I loved keeping my body in great shape; not only
for my own health but also because the men I got with enjoyed using a boy
who was in excellent physical condition. My love for healthy living
eventually inspired me to join the soccer team. I enjoyed the sport itself
but of course, being that it was me, there were alternate motives. I was
attracted to the soccer coach, Martin Haze.

He was a tall, muscular and beefy white man with sandy-brown hair in his
mid-thirties. Although his face was clean shaven, it was obvious the rest
of him was hairy. His arms were hairy; I could see the brown tuft of hair
peeking above the V in his polo shirt; and he was packing a nice piece of
equipment in those sexy slacks he always wore. He was a dream come true for
a fourteen year-old slut like me. As you may have noticed, I had developed
something of a fetish for hairy white men. After getting fucked so well and
repeatedly by Carl, I was hooked.

Anyways...

I was the team's best striker. I was fast and accurate, easily dribbling
circles around the defenders of most of the other teams and fooling their
goal keep into lunging the wrong side of the bars. My team mates loved me,
and so did the coach; which really made my day. After one particularly
difficult match, we ended up winning by a single goal: one-nil in our
favor, and it had been me who had scored the decisive penalty kick.

Coach grabbed me up in his arms and hugged me despite the fact that I was
drenched in sweat and the sticky remnants of the sports drink my team mates
had dumped on me in celebration. I got an instant boner as coach smooched
me on the cheek. There was no way he didn't feel my cock pressing against
his muscular body. Then, he kissed me again; full on my lips. I was
surprised when he broke the kiss and realized he had a smirk curling his
lips. I had seen that look so many times before, and it made my cock throb.

"Let's go to my office, Jeffy. I got a surprise for my special striker," he
grinned.

Once safely behind the locked doors of coach's office, he embraced me
again. This time I felt his package pressing against my thigh. He was
rock-hard, and it felt huge through the fabric of his slacks. I grinned up
at him and he smiled down at me.

"Touch it," he encouraged.

He didn't have to tell me twice. I took hold of the firm pole and stroked
it through the fabric. He moaned deeply and the sound reverberated through
my body. I pressed my head to his chest and let out a sigh of happiness;
knowing I was pleasing him. I felt his big warm hands slide into my shorts
and grope my smooth buttocks.

"Lucky thing I make all you boys wear jock-straps," he chuckled as his
fingers found my asshole and teased the rim, circling just round the
outside.

"Me too, coach. It makes me feel sexy."

"I bet it does, Jeffy. You got such a nice black ass. I've wanted to fuck
you for so long."

"Then what are you waiting for, coach?" I asked, smiling up at him.

By that point, my cock was straining against the cotton of the
jock-strap. I was to the point where I felt like begging the coach to fuck
me. I couldn't handle the suspense any longer. I needed him to fuck me,
right then and there!

"Take off everything but the strap."

I did as told and posed for him; my back to him and arched to make my round
athletic butt look even more prominent. He groped my buttocks then unzipped
and whipped out his cock. It was nice and thick. Not as gigantic as Carl's
but it certainly was an ass-plunger, and I knew I would enjoy having it
stretch my hole. He rubbed that big white cock along the crack of my ass,
leaking plenty of warm, sticky precum.

"I'm going to enjoy fucking this tight boy-hole," he growled.

He stripped naked, and I was in awe of his body. He really was a beefy hunk
of man, with a fuzzy chest, pits and pubes. Even his thighs and legs were
nice and hairy. I took hold of his erection and stroked it a bit, making
him moan. With my free hand I cupped his heavy, hairy pink balls, and gave
them a little squeeze.

"I want you to pump all that hot man-seed into my hole, coach."

With the quickness, he had me on all fours on his desk, my buttocks hanging
just over the edge. He rubbed his thick precum over my winking pucker then
pressed in hard. He was as impatient to plow my depths as I was to receive
him fully inside me. I howled in response to the intense burst of pain as
my sphincter was violently stretched but I breathed deeply and maintained
my composure. Just as quickly, my talented anus adapted to the thick
fuck-meat pulsing inside of me. Coach grasped me by the hips and started
thrusting through me.

He was not gentle, nor did I want him to be. He was slamming his pelvis
into my buttocks from the get-go; plunging his big white shaft deep in my
black fuck-tunnel, making me coo and causing beads of perspiration to form
on my forehead from the intensity of it all. He grunted and huffed into my
ear as he pressed his hot, fuzzy chest against my back. He had one hand
planted firmly on the desk; the other wrapped tight round my chest to hold
me steady as he continued hammering into me.

"Like this, Jeffy? Like your coach's big cock in your tight hole, boy?"

"Yeah, coach! Yeah, I like it," I breathed between grunts and gasps.

I was feeling that big dick damaging my insides in the most beautiful way
possible, and I was loving every moment of it. Every time he slammed in
really deep, pain-filled pleasure shot through my nether regions; making me
moan out loud and lustfully like the hot little slut that I was. It felt so
damn fucking good; having coach plowing my guts.

For well over an hour, coach used and abused my hole. By the time he was
nearing his climax, both his big, rough hands were gripping my shoulders
and he was drilling into me with abandon; his pelvis slapping hard and
stinging against my sore buttocks while his big hairy balls slapped hard
against my skin. Hot burning filled my rectum as he had worn down my hole
with the friction and the heavy pounding. I howled and whimpered with every
thrust, yet my cock was so fucking hard! It was painful as hell trapped
inside the tight confines of the jock-strap; begging for relief.

"Ooooooooooooh, coach! I can't take anymore, coach!" I whined, feeling as
though my hole was being ripped apart by that mighty white cock plunging
through it again and again and again.

"I'm almost there, Jeffy! C'mon, be a big boy! Take this fucking cock, you
hot little slut! TAKE IT!"

I cried out as he went into over-drive, giving me a true deep-plowing. Hard
and fast and rough, his cock was knifing through my poor tunnel. He clamped
his big hand over my mouth to muffle my screams as he pummeled my sore
tunnel into oblivion. His arm slammed across my chest, pulling me against
his hairy chest as he growled into my ear.

"YEAH, JEFFY! HERE IT COMES! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!"

I felt his big cock pulsing and pulsing heavily, blasting his stinging hot
cream up my tender bowels. I screamed into his big hand, my eyes opened
wide as the hot man-seed flooded my rubbed raw tunnel. He panted into my
back; his hulking, sweaty body on top of me as his cock continued pumping
hot semen into my depths. Finally, it stopped and he slowly pulled out.

"Such a sweet, hot black boy ass," he mumbled, slapping his hard cock
against my hole.

I was amazed that his dick had stayed rock-hard. He looked like he was
ready to fuck my ass all over again, and I whined in both anticipation and
anxiety. My cock had remained hard as steel throughout my ordeal, and a
part of me was eager to have my sore tunnel plowed again. He sighed and I
gasped as he shoved his hard cock back up inside of me and pulled me back
onto his chest. He shoved down the waistband of the jock-strap and took
hold of my rigid teenage dick.

"I want you to come, boy! Shoot all that hot black boy sperm for your
coach! Clamp that hot boy-hole down on my cock!" he whispered in my ear
while rapidly stroking my hard cock; squeezing it tight in his fist.

"Yeah, coach! Yeeeeeeah! Y-You're-You're gonna m-make me CUM!" I cried out
as the first shots of my hot cream blasted from my cock.

It shot straight out along the desk, then came the second, third, fourth,
fifth shots; each as powerful as the first. I shuddered and moaned like a
whore in heat, with my asshole clamped down tight on coach's big cock. He
continued stroking my hard cock as it drooled the last of its load whilst
pinching my stiff, sensitive nipples with the hand planted to my chest. My
entire body quaked and I remember flopping back in coach's arms then
everything went black.

By the time I regained consciousness, I was lying face-down on the leather
sofa in coach's office. My hole was pulsating with a dull ache; a reminder
of the brutal pounding I had recently taken. Thick cum was oozing from my
gaping tunnel. I became aware of two thick digits probing as far as they
could go, all the way to the knuckle; churning and squishing round inside
my cum-flooded hole.

"Coach?" I inquired groggily, looking back over my shoulder.

"Close but no cigar, kid," a man's voice chuckled.

My blurry vision cleared and I managed a smile as I realized that the man
fingering my hot tunnel was none other than Carl. Coach stood close by; his
cock hard as ever, watching the action unfold.

"How'd you get in here, Carl?" I asked.

"Me and Coach Haze go way back," he grinned, "We've fucked a lot of
boy-hole together. When he told me about this black kid on the soccer team
that he had wanted to fuck for so long, I got excited. But it was when he
gave me the description that it clicked and I realized he was talking about
you. I basically gave him the run-down about you and how much of a slut you
were. Hope you enjoyed his cock for the first round."

"First round?"

"Yes, Jeffy. You didn't think two horny boy-fuckers like us would leave
your talented black ass un-fucked just because it's a little bit sore, did
you?"

"No, sir!" I grinned broadly, feeling my cock stir beneath me, "I want you
guys to fuck me again!"

"And we intend to," Carl grinned, mounting me.

I moaned deep satisfaction at the sensation of his gigantic white cock
sliding easily all the way deep inside my hole; feeling it nestle into my
bowels. Then he started sliding back and forth through me, and I cooed as
my eager boy-tunnel went into spasms from the sheer pleasure of it all...

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