Date: Sun, 18 Nov 2012 12:28:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mitchel Mulder <mitchmulder@lycos.com>
Subject: Toms Addiction 4

Saturday morning, Mr. Wilson was pushing his cart through the aisles of the
supermarket.Even now he couldn't get his mind of Tom. This morning he had
jacked off twicealready, the first time was right after a vivid dream of
the coach and Tom,sucking each other off. After he had shot his load over
his chest and belly hehad fallen in sleep again. Then at breakfast, while
he was having his crackerand coffee his mind went back to yesterday
afternoon. He had opened his robeand had jacked off, right at the kitchen
table. Now, pushing his cart forwardhe felt his cock getting hard again, he
hoped that his erections wasn't toobvious in his faded Levi's. For the
first time he hated the weekend, he lookedforward to Monday and to see Tom
again. He finished his shopping quickly,better go home and take care of his
boner.

After checking out his cart bumped to another one.

"Sorry." Hemumbled.

"Hey Peter".

He looked up, "Hi Coach, sorry about that."

"No problem, you looked miles away. Problems?"

"Yeah, Imean no... was just thinking of something." Mr. Wilson said.

"Nothingserious I hoped."

"No notreally." Mr. Wilson just wanted to get away, go home and jack off.

"Never seenyou in jeans before, they look good on you." The coach smiled as
he looked atthe bulging crotch.

Shit, Mr.Wilson thought, now I really should be going. He pushed his cart
forward."Well, see you Monday."

"Wait!" Thecoach turned his cart and walked alongside him, "I can sense
that you are a bittensed. You know what would help?"

Mr. Wilsonstopped, he knew perfectly well what would help, if only Tom was
around!

"A goodwork out!" The coach continued, "Always helps me. The offer still
stands."

"Maybeyou're right, maybe I'll accept your offer and have that work out
with you sometimes."

"Why notnow? Come on let's go!"

"Now?But..." Mr. Wilson replied, but the coach already pushed his cart to
theparking. Quickly he followed him, "But I don't have any gear with me."

"Noproblem, I have enough, just follow me with your car."

"But mygroceries!"

"Come on,you sound like a real housewive now, we just put them in my fridge
ifnecessary."

Mr. Wilsonfollowed in his car. Cursing to himself, it happened so fast, a
work out wasthe last thing he wanted now, but at least he had something to
take his mindoff.

The coachhad turned one of the rooms of his appartment into a gym.

"Impressive."Mr. Wilson said looking at the equipment.

"Thanks."The coach replied, "These would fit you I'd think."

Mr. Wilsontook the clothes: a t-shirt and nylon shorts.

"Briefs orboxers?" The coach asked.

Mr. Wilsonlooked puzzled.

"What areyou wearing?"

"Oh, ehboxers."

"Hang on."The coach left the room and came back, throwing a jockstrap to
Mr. Wilson.

"Betterwear this then. Don't worry, it's clean."

"Thanks."Mr. Wilson said, wondering where he could change.

The coachpulled off his shirts, then, without any hesitation he let his
jeans drop tothe floor. He wasn't wearing any underwear.

For a shortmoment Mr. Wilson admired the muscled body of the coach, then he
pulled of hispolo.

"Greatchest and shoulders." The coach said. "yeah, this is not so firm
anymore."Saying that he ran his hand over Mr. Wilson stomach.

His cockstirred under the coach's touch. Please, don't get hard now! He
tought, whilehe felt his dick getting bigger.

The coachgave him a wide grin and walked away naked. Quickly Mr. Wilson
undressed andput on the jockstrap, pushing his growing cock into the
pouch. He pulled up theshorts, a bit to small but he managed to get them
over his ass and bulge.

The coachreturned wearing a jockstrap too and looking around.

"Ah, therethey are!" The coach turned around and bent over, giving
Mr. Wilson a perfectview of his round ass, as he got his shorts from the
floor.

"Let's getstarted!" The coach clapped his hands as if speaking to his
pupils.

Theytrained about an hour. Afterall Mr. Wilson was glad that he had
accepted thisinvitation, he felt much better now, although his muscles
started to ache.

"Wow man,guess I had enough, it's been a while since I did anyhting." He
said.

The coachput down some weights. "Yeah, let's have a drink, you can shower
if you like."

He walkedover to Mr. Wilson, and placed his hand on his shoulder."You did
great,considering you haven't work out for a long time."

"Ouch" Mr.Wilson let out as the coach squeezed his shoulder.

"A bittensed I feel, come on I'll give you a massage."

"Oh no, I'mfine."

"Come on,it's part of the work out, otherwise you'll be in pain tomorrow!"

He followedthe coach to the lounge.

"Wow, veryprofessional." Mr. Wilson said when the coach unfolded a massage
bed.

He laid abig towel on the bed. Don't worry, I'm a trained masseur as
well. Now, stripand lay face down."

The coachwatched as Mr. Wilson pulled of his shorts and wet shirt, he saw
the manhesitate when he was down to the sweaty jockstrap. "You can leave
that on, ifyou want."

Mr. Wilsonwas gratefull for that and laid face down on the bed. He let out
a sigh as hefelt the warm hands on his flesh between his shoulders.

"Man,you're tensed."

"Mmm, thatfeels good." Mr. Wilson moaned as the coach worked his back
muscles. He wasbeginning to feel aroused again, his cock was getting
hard. Coach's handsslided down over his back along his spine, under the
elastic of the jockstrap.He opened his eyes and cloud see a growing bulge
in the coach's shorts, only aninch away from his face. His cock got harder,
he took a deep breath and smeltthe sweat coming from the coach's body. At
that moment the doorbell rang.

"Shit!" thecoach said, "stay, who ever that is I'll get rid them."

He pressedhis erection deep into the matress and hoped that the warm hands
of the coachwould be back soon on his body. He was totally turned on, hell,
he didn't careanymore, the coach was hard too, nothing wrong with two guys
helping eachotherout.

The coachopened the door.

"Tom, whatare you doing here?"

"Hi coach,you said I could work out with you. Looks like you started
without me!"

The coachlet out a moan when Tom squeezed his erection. "Not now Tom, I
have company!

Tom walkedpassed him and entered the living, staring straight at the naked
ass of Mr.Wilson.

"Wow, Mr.Wilson!"

"Tom!"Without thinking Mr. Wilson got up and sprang from the massage
bed. The momenthe did it he knew that was a mistake, the head of his cock
had worked itselfunder the elastic band and was now showing. The coach
hurried into the room.

"Nice!" wasall Tom could say. He licked his lips and looked from Mr. Wilson
dripping cockto the big bulge in the shorts of the coach.

"Tom, youhave to go, you can come back later." Coach almost pleaded.

"Let himstay." Mr. Wilson said.

Tom walkedover to Mr. Wilson and pulled down the jock under his balls. With
the tip ofhis tongue he licked a drop of precum off, then he swallowed the
whole shaft.

"Oh, fuckyes!"Mr. Wilson moaned.

"Jesus!"The coach shouted and took a few steps forward so Tom could reach
his bulge. Hewatched Mr. Wilson's big cock sliding in and out between Tom's
lips. Quickly hepulled down his shorts and jockstrap, Tom got hold of his
dick and guided it tohis lips too.

Tom let goof Mr. Wilson's cock and squeezed a few drops out, then he put
the two cockstogether, making the two men groan as they felt their heads
being rubbed together.He opened his mouth as wide as possible.

"Holyshit!" The coach let out and put an arm around Mr. Wilson.

Tom managedto get the two heads in and sucked on them eagerly till his jaw
ached too much.Then he changed from one cock to the other, over and over
again. The coach bentover to suck on Mr. Wilson nipple.

Mr. Wilsonthrew his head back, this was more then he had hoped for!

The coachpulled off his sweaty shirt and pushed Mr. Wilson's face in his
armpit. Thesmell was overwhelming, the armpit tasted salty and
masculine. The coachgroaned loudly as his armpit was being worked on. Tom
went now for the balls ofthe coach, taking the sweaty hairy sack in his
mouth, letting the balls rollaround on his tongue. With one hand he was
jerking Mr. Wilson with his other hepinched the coach nipple.

"O man!This is too much." the coach moaned. He started to stroke his cock,
while hisballs, armpit and his nipple were being toyed with.

"O fuck!"He cried out, and started to shoot his warm cum all over Tom's
face. Spurtafter spurt landed on his face and in his wide open mouth. After
the last dropsthe coach stroke his cock over Tom's face then he pushed his
cum covered cockback into the hungry mouth.

Mr. Wilsonwas stroking his cock faster, his breathing became
heavier. Quickly Tom let goof the cock's coach and Mr. Wilson rammed his
cock all the way in, just intime. Both Mr. Wilson and Tom moaned loudly as
Mr. Wilson pumped his sperm deepinto Tom.

Mr. Wilsonpulled Tom up to his feet, planting his tongue into his mouth,
kissing himdeeply.

"Now getnaked, Tom, your turn." The coach said.

Both Mr.Wilson and the coach watched as Tom undressed, his cock was
rockhard andpointing at the ceiling. Both of the men sank to their knees,
kissing and lickingthe boy's body till they reached his crotch. One took
care of the boys's ballswhile the other sucked on his dick.

"O man!"Tom moaned and started to fuck the coach in his mouth faster.

Mr. Wilsonmoved to the boy's ass. He spread the boy's cheeks apart and
planted his tongueagainst the pink hole. He licked it and circled around
it. Tom pushed his ass abit back. With some pressure Mr. Wilson pushed the
tip of his tongue in.

"Ohh, Mr.Wilson!" cried Tom, "I'm gonna cum!"

Mr. Wilsonpushed his tongue deeper in. He felt the ass muscles tighten as
Tom shot hisload into the coach's mouth.

With afinal kiss on his ass Mr. Wilson got up again, Tom rested bach
against his hairybody and turned his face towards him. Mr. Wilson ran his
hands over Tom's bodyand kissed him deeply. Tom returned the kiss, wrapping
his tongue around his.The coach let go of Tom's cock and joined the kiss.

"Wow guys, this was fucking hot! We must do this more." the coach said
finally.

"Two of myfavorite cocks together!" Tom said.

"Let's workout each week!" Mr. Wilson agreed.

"Fine with me!" the coach replied, "come on, letshave a shower."