Date: Wed, 18 Aug 2010 20:29:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Friedrich Craig <fitchboy@att.net>
Subject: Trained By The Best part 15

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                     Trained By The Best

                           Part 15


     It had been a pretty good shift; I'd made three
deliveries and had a few bucks in my wallet.  I was just
about to head home when the phone rang.  The boss picked up
and started to say we were closed but was interrupted.  I
was on my way out the door when the boss hollered at me to
hold on.  I stopped and went back in, thinking another tip
was worth getting home a little late.   I helped the boss
get a couple of Pizza's in the oven and then get the rest of
the order together.
     Once the pizzas were out of the oven and in the
carriers, the boss pulled two twelve's of Beer out of the
cooler.  I looked at him and shook my head.  He knows I'm
not supposed to deliver beer.  He shook his head back at me
and told me that since he made the sale over the phone there
was nothing to worry about.  "Besides," he said, "the Ass
Chief plays poker with me and your Dad, it'll be OK"
     We loaded everything in my car and the boss told me to
bring the carriers back the next day then he gave me the
address and the credit card receipt.  Damn, another pool
party at Roger's house?  My prick started to chub up just
thinking about the little Squirt's holes.  Then I noticed
that it was Roger's Dad's card, not Rob's; no orgy by the
pool tonight.  Just as well, if I'm not home by 10:00, Dad
has a fit.
    I headed for Roger's house, trying to get my prick to
go down.  I just couldn't stop thinking about the little
guy.  I got there and had a hard time ringing the bell
again.  I had a twelve in one hand and the other twelve
under the same arm with the pizza carriers balanced on the
other hand. I actually had to ring the bell with the toe of
my shoe: it is good to be tall.  I was kind of surprised
when Steve answered the door and shocked to see him standing
there bare assed with his hard prick pointing straight at
me.
    Steve took the pizza carriers from me and headed down
the stairs.  I was right behind, one twelve in each hand,
kicking the front door shut behind me.  I followed Steve out
onto the pool deck and saw Roger's Dad was there.  Roger,
his brother Rob and their Dad were all kicked back on three
of the lounge chairs by the pool.  They were all bare assed
and they were all hard.  I could see Rob and Roger were
hard, and I figured Their Dad was hard inside the little
guy.  The little guy was sitting in his Dad's lap, with his
back against his Dad's chest, riding his Dad's prick while
sucking on a man standing in front of him straddling the
lounge chair.  I looked up at the man's face and realized it
was COACH!?!
    Coach turned to look at me and said, "This little guy
is a great prick-sucker, better than you were at his age."
     Roger's Dad told me to put the twelves down and then
told Steve to pass a few out and put the rest in the fridge.
Steve took the beer from me and started handing them out to
Roger, Rob, Coach and Roger's Dad.  Roger's Dad took a swig
of his beer and then said to me, "Don't just stand there
boy, you're the only one here with a stitch on, get naked
like the rest of us.  I hear you've got a monster cock in
those jeans and from the bulge I see down your left leg, I'd
say you do.  I also hear you like to fuck my Baby Boy with
that monster almost as much as he likes taking it.  I'd like
to see that.  Steve, give Marc a beer and help him out of
those clothes.
     Steve came over and handed me a beer then dropped down
in front of me and started to unbuckle my belt.  I pulled
him back up on his feet, handed the beer back to him and
peeled off by myself.  Once I was stripped I took the beer
back from Steve and took a big pull on it while Steve picked
up and started to fold my clothes.  I walked over to the
lounge chair and stood next to it watching the little guy
bounce up and down on his Dad's prick while he sucked on
Coach.
     Coach turned to look at me again and told me that he'd
call the principal in the morning and say that we both had a
bad case of food poisoning and neither of us would be at
school, maybe for the rest of the week.  Then Coach told me
that our host had just told me he wanted to see me fuck his
Baby Boy.  Coach said he'd like to see that to.  Roger's Dad
told me to lift the little guy up off his cock.  I grabbed
the little guy around the waist, Coach took hold of his
shoulders and we lifted him up off his Dad's cock and out of
his Dad's lap while the little guy kept his mouth suctioned
onto Coach's prick.  Coach stepped over the lounge chair
with one leg and stood facing me.  The little guy got a
footing on the edge of the chair and Coach said, "Fuck that
hole boy, do as you've been told."
     I put the head of my prick up to the little guy's hole
and pulled him back onto it.  I could feel the hole was
sloppy with cum again, just like Sunday, but it was still
nice and snug on my prick. As I pulled the little guy back
and onto my prick, his lips slid back on Coach's Prick until
he had just the head in his mouth.  Coach had to lean
forward a little to keep his prick in the little guy's mouth
while I pulled him all the way back on my prick.  It felt so
good to have my prick buried all the way in that hole again.
Seeing coach right in front of me with his prick in the
little guy's mouth made it even better.
     Once I was all the way in, Coach leaned further forward
and buried his prick in the little guy's throat.  Coach
looked down into my eyes and gave me a little nod and a
wink.  We pulled back together and then pushed in together.
We got a rhythm going, fucking into the little guy together
every time, watching each other's pricks slide in and out of
the little guy's holes.  I started to think I could feel
exactly what Coach was feeling and the more we fucked the
more I was sure of it.  I was getting close and I knew Coach
was to.  Then Coach said, "Ready, Boy?"
     I answered, "Yes, Coach."
    We both sank into the little guy and breed him at the
same time.  Our eyes were locked together until we'd both
emptied our balls.  Roger's Dad broke the spell.  He said,
"I can't tell who enjoyed that more, Baby Boy, the two of
you or me.  Seeing my Baby Boy skewered on those two monster
cocks was beautiful."
     Coach and I pulled our pricks out of the little guy and
picked him up again.  This time we turned him to face His
Dad, holding him up by his knees and his butt.  We sat him
back down on his Dad's prick and he leaned forward and laid
his head on his Dad's chest.   His Dad chewed on the little
guy's ear and then whispered to him, "Thank you for that
Baby Boy.  Daddy loved seeing you between Coach and his boy,
so full of cock.  Now Baby Boy's hole feels even better on
Daddy's cock.  Do you want Daddy to breed your hole again
Baby Boy?
     It looked like the little guy nodded his head.  His
Daddy chewed on the little guys ear some more and then stuck
the tip of his tongue in it.  That seemed to do the trick.
The little guy started jerking up and down on his Daddy's
cock.  His daddy pulled his tongue out of the little guy's
ear and said, "Good boy, spray Daddy's belly and milk
Daddy's cock.  Daddy's breeding your hole again for you Baby
Boy.
    I heard a noise off to the left and looked over that
way.  Rob and Roger had Steve bent over between them.  They
were both watching their Dad breed their Baby Brother and
they were breeding Steve at the same time.
     The little guy told his Dad that he wanted pizza so his
Dad got up and walked over to the table with the pizza and
opened one of the carriers.  The little guy still had his
Daddy's Prick planted in his ass and one arm slung around
his Daddy's neck.  Roger's Dad handed the little guy a piece
of pizza and grabbed one for himself.  They stood there,
chowing down, and everyone else gathered around the table
and dug into the pizza.
    I couldn't help noticing the scum dripping out of the
little guys hole while they stood there eating pizza.  When
the Prick up there finally went soft and slid out a small
puddle of scum poured out and ran down his Dad's leg.  When
the little guy had had enough pizza he told his Dad he
wanted to cannonball.  His Dad put down the piece of pizza
he was eating, wrapped both arms around the little guy and
ran towards the pool.  When he got to the edge he pushed
off, jumping up in the air and pulled his knees up under the
little guys butt.  They dropped into the water like that.
Rob and Roger were next in the pool, followed by Steve.
They were having a blast in the water and I wanted to join
them but I looked at Coach and he took me over to one of the
Lounge chairs.

                         <<<<<>>>>>


    I was more than a little surprised when Rob called me
at home earlier. I hadn't seen or heard from Rob since he
graduated and went off to college.  Probably the last time I
saw him was his last poker night.  Rob had been such a good
fuck, it's a shame we only had him for two years.   Now,
five years later, he called out of the blue and said I would
like to come over to his place for a pool party.  I'd asked
him what the fuck he was trying to pull and he just said,
"Nothing, Coach, I really think you want to come over here".
     Something about the tone of his voice set my mind at
ease so I pulled on some shorts to go in the house and grab
my keys.  I had been working out for about an hour so I was
sweaty, and the shorts were just a ratty old pair I wore
between the house and the gym in the garage.  I thought
about taking a shower and changing.  Then I decided it was a
pool party so I could take a dip to rinse off, and the
shorts would pass as trunks.
     I was shocked when the current poker game answered the
door without a stitch on.  I was used to seeing the kid on
his hands and knees getting fucked and sucking pricks, but I
hadn't taken a real good look at him in a long time.  He'd
grown into a nice looking boy, naturally muscular and furry,
like me and my boy Marc.  Except of course for the shaved
ass; didn't that asshole father of his realize how stupid it
looked?
     I followed the kid out to the pool and started to get a
hard-on thinking about fucking the boy.  The old game, Rob,
got up to greet me when I stepped out onto the pool deck.
He was bare assed just like the current game, and he was
also fully hard.  Rob told me he wanted me to meet his Baby
Brother.  I was about to say I'd had his brother in PE for
the past four years when he stepped back and I saw Roger in
a lounge chair, as naked and hard as his brother,   stroking
his prick and watching a little boy, maybe 10 or 11 riding a
man's prick.  The little guy was obviously the Baby Brother
and the man whose prick he was riding was obviously the
father of all three.  All three boys had red or blond hair
and blue or green eyes while their father was dark with
brown hair and eyes.  Other than that, the four of them
looked like a series of photos of the same man at different
ages.
     Rob introduced me to his Dad, although we knew each
other all ready.  Little Dick, the banker's boy, and I were
in high school together, he was a year or two behind me.  I
remember he had a hard time with the name.  One of his least
favorite nicknames was `Bank Dick'.  His family did own the
bank.  Rob introduced me to him as Richard so I shook his
hand and said, "Hello Richard, nice to meet you and your
boys."
     Dick held on to my hand and said, "We've met before and
you know it Coach.  As long as you forget the names you knew
me by way back when, I'll agree to forget the names I knew
you by. Do we have a Deal?"
    I laughed and shook his hand again saying, "We have a
deal, Richard"
Dick let go of my hand then and said, "I'm sure you know
Roger from PE Class, and I've been told you know Rob very
well from poker nights".
     If Dick's little boy hadn't been riding his prick while
he talked I would have been shocked that he knew about poker
nights.  Not to mention worried about the law and my job.
Dick went on, "I also know a few things you may not know.
Did you know your boy knows my Baby Boy here as well as you
know Rob and Steve?  I've been told my Baby Boy is very fond
of your boy's monster of a cock and it looks to me as though
he inherited that monster cock I've heard about, from you."
     I realized then that I was sporting a full hard-on.  I
looked down to see my Prick tenting the front of my ragged
old shorts, threatening to tear out the front of them.  Dick
lifted his baby boy up and turned him around to face me,
never taking the little guy all the way off his prick.  The
kid said I looked just like the pizza guy, only bigger.
Dick asked if the little guy thought my Cock was bigger and
the kid just reached out and pulled my shorts down.  My
Prick sprang up and bounced around some before the little
guy grabbed it with both hands.  He told Dick that it seemed
almost as big as the pizza guy's.  I'd hate to admit it to
anyone, but the boy's Prick is bigger than mine.  At 16, the
boy and his prick still have some growing to do.  Dick asked
the kid if he wanted to suck on it like he had the pizza
guy's and before I knew it the little guy had his nose
buried in my short hairs.
     The doorbell rang and Dick told Steve to go answer it.
Rob told me they had ordered pizza and beer and my boy was
probably delivering it now.  I stepped out of my shorts and
stepped a little closer to the mouth sucking my Prick,
straddling the lounge chair Dick and his Baby Boy were
sitting on.  I was looking down, watching my prick slide in
and out of the little guys mouth when my boy walked out on
the deck with the beer.  I waited about a minute before
turning to tell Marc the little guy was maybe better at
sucking prick than he was.
     I thought there was no point in trying to keep any
secrets around here.  None of the poker players knew I'd
been using both of Marc's holes since his brother Matt went
away to college, but it felt OK to tell Dick and his boys.
     Even though I'd been fucking Marc for years, I'd never
seen him fuck.  When we fucked Dick's little guy together,
it was like watching my self fucking in a mirror that
reflected me 30 years ago.  I had mirror's all over the gym
in the garage, where I fucked my boy, but seeing myself fuck
his ass or face as I look now is just not the same.
     After watching Marc Breed the little guy's ass while I
breed his mouth.  I was ready to have a go at Marc's ass
then and there.  After watching Dick fuck my boy's scum into
his Baby Boy's hole and then breed that hole himself, adding
his scum to the mix, I had to breed my boy and I had to do
it now.
     When I took My Boy over to a lounge chair, he knew what
I wanted.  I sat down and leaned back.  I spread my legs
apart and put my feet down on the deck on either side of the
chair.  Marc got on his knees in front of the chair and went
down on my Prick, working his way down, getting it good and
wet with spit for his hole.  He was about halfway down when
Dick walked over and started to play with my boy's hole.
Dick asked if he could have a go at it and I couldn't say no
after what Marc and I had just done with his Baby Boy.
    Dick called Steve over and told him to open up Marc's
hole and get it ready.  Steve got down on his knees and
started to Rim My boy's hole.  I've never had my tongue in
anybody's ass, and I'm pretty sure Marc had never been
rimmed before.  But then, an hour ago I'd have sworn my boy
had never fucked anything but his fist.  Marc seemed to
really like what Steve was doing back there, his work on my
prick was more enthusiastic than it had ever been.  Dick let
Steve rut in my boy's hole for a while than pushed him aside
and stepped up.  I watched as Dick dropped a glob of his own
spit in my boy's hole and then started pushing his Prick in.
Dick's got nothing to be ashamed of, but My Boy is used to
getting fucked by me, so Dick's prick slid in pretty easy on
Steve's and his spit.
    As much as I wanted to be fucking my boy's hole right
then, it was hot to look up from watching my dick slide into
my boys face to see another man fucking my boy's ass.  I'd
shared Matt's holes with the poker night boy's for years,
gang-banging the boy with them every Friday Night. But Marc
is different.  Matt is a little guy, looks nothing like me.
I've never really felt like he's mine.  He's also a fag.
Ass Chief caught Matt in the restroom in the park sucking
pricks when he was about 12.  When Ass Chief brought Matt
home to me rather than haul him in to Juvy the seeds for
Poker Night with Matt were planted.  When we stopped playing
poker and started fucking Matt it was just fun and games.
     With Marc, it's different.  Marc is my boy, he's all
boy and all mine.  I'd never shared Marc with another man,
never even thought about it. Now seeing Dick bury his prick
in Marc's hole was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.  All I
wanted was for Dick to breed my boy so I could slide my own
Prick into that hole on another man's scum.
     It seemed as though my boy could read my mind.  He
started working harder than ever to suck the scum out of my
prick.  He knew that I liked to save my seed to breed his
ass; in all the years I've been fucking both his holes, I've
only spent my scum in his mouth a few times.
     Dick was long in cumming, it hadn't been that long
since I'd watched him breed his Baby Boy's hole and there
was no telling how many times he'd popped a nut up there
before that today.  When Dick finally did let go of his scum
he didn't whisper in Marc's ear like he did his Baby.  No,
Dick bellowed out as he breed my boy's hole, ramming into my
boy like he wanted to ram all the way through him.
    Once Dick had pulled out of my boy's hole and slumped
over onto the lounge chair next to us I pulled Marc's face
off my prick and told him to stand up, turn around and bend
over.  I got up behind him and rammed my prick home.  Dick
had him opened up some, but his hole was still tight on my
prick.  I started fucking that hole like I meant it,
listening to my balls slap his ass and the grunts he made
every time I hit bottom.  In no time at all, my prick was
blasting scum all over my boys insides.  When I was almost
through I sat down, pulling my boy with me, my prick buried
in his hole, and told him to milk the rest of the scum out
of my prick.  I felt him start to squeeze my prick with his
ass and lay back on the chair to enjoy the last few jolts.


                         <<<<<>>>>>


     Watching Coach fuck his boy is hot, but confusing.  My
asshole Dad has been telling me I'm too big, too beefy and
too hairy.  He's been telling me all along that the guys
want to fuck smooth little boy types (like him).  But I just
watched Coach watching his boy: bigger, beefier and hairier
then me get fucked by Roger's Dad and then go ape shit
fucking his boy himself.
     Everything about the last few days has been confusing.
I was having a blast with the Squirt, Rog and the other
guys, fucking instead of being a fuck toy.  We were all just
doing what felt good.  Then Rog and I had to run into Ass
Chief.  I would have let him fuck me all night, but he had
to rape Rog.  All I could do was sit by and watch.  Rog was
crazy after that, all he wanted to do was pound the shit out
of me and I couldn't say no.  When Rob told me to take care
of Rog, I knew I'd have to do whatever Rog needed.
     Before Rob left Monday, he told me he'd do everything
he could to make sure I never have to go back to my Dad and
made me promise to take care of Rog and the Squirt.  It was
so easy to take orders from Rob, but he didn't order me to
stay, he asked.  I would have stayed either way; Rog has
been my best bud, like, forever.  Things started to get back
to normal, whatever that is.  Rob was coming out of it,
starting to act more like himself, and the Squirt and I were
having fun together when Rob and Rog and their Dad got home.
     I was so not expecting what was happening now.  I like
the way that Rog's Dad is treating me though, telling me I'm
one of his boy's now.  I'm OK with everything with Rog and
Rob to.  It just seems right to make them feel good by doing
what they ask me to do.  I don't know that I like getting
fucked or sucking dick, don't know that I ever have.  I've
been a fuck toy for so long I don't know anything else. I do
get wood sometimes when I've got a dick in my face, always
have.  Sometimes when I'm fucking, I really want to start
sucking on a dick.  I've been thinking it would be hot to be
swallowing a load while I breed a hole.  When I was fucking
the Squirt while he had his mouth full of his Dad's dick, I
wanted to have that dick in my mouth, or Rog's.
     Now everything's died down a bit.  Rog's Dad (I wonder
if I can start calling him Dad?  He said I'm one of his
boys.)  is practically comatose on a lounge chair with the
squirt curled up on top of him.  Coach and his boy are
sitting on the chair they just finished off their fuck on,
looking at the pool like they can't decide if they have
enough energy to walk over there.  Rob, Rog and I just got
out of the pool and are drying off by the lounge chairs.
     The coach and his boy finally make the decision and
jump in the pool.  Rob tells me to go grab three beers and
He and Rog start to sit down.  When I get back with the
beers I find they have left the chair in between them for
me.  I give them each a beer and start to take the third to
their Dad when Rob tells me to sit down and drink it myself.
The three of us are kicked back, drinking our beers and
watching the coach and his boy horse around in the pool like
two kids: two big, tall, hairy kids with monster dicks that
slowly get hard.
    Coach and his boy climb out of the pool and walk over
to us, dripping wet.  All that hair, wet and sticking to
their skin, makes every muscle on them pop and it's making
my Dick chub up.   Coach looks at Rob and says, "I'm not
sure who to ask, you, your brother or your Dad, but I'd like
to fuck Steve."
     Rob says, "I think we'd all agree to that, and from the
looks of the wood popping up between his legs, I think Steve
would also."
     Coach turns and I sit up to suck his dick.  As many
times as I've had him fuck my face, it takes a little work
to swallow the whole thing down when he's not ramming it
into my throat.  Once I've got the whole thing in, he starts
rocking back and forth and for the first time, I'm enjoying
Coach's dick.  It doesn't last long though.  Coach likes
getting sucked, but he's and ass man.  Coach pulls his Dick
out of my mouth and tells me to stand up.  Once I'm on my
feet he bends me over and pushes in.  Rob and Rog have both
breed my ass a time or two already today, so I'm slick and
opened up, but that monster stretches me even further.  When
he hit's bottom and I feel his hair scratching my ass Coach
says, "You know Rob, Steve's a great fuck, always has been,
but he's not a little boy any more.  We need to get him in
the gym and get him buffed up some.  And for God's sake,
stop shaving the fur off this ass."
     Every one has a good laugh and Rob assures Coach that
no one is going to be shaving my ass anymore, "Unless Steve
wants to shave it himself, and if he does I want to see it.
I've never seen a guy shave his own ass, can't imagine how
he'd accomplish it, but I bet it would be funny to see."
     Jokes are fun, but Coach has his dick planted in my
hole for a reason and he gets down to it.  Once he's got a
good rhythm going he tells his boy to take advantage of my
open hole.  Coach's boy steps up and plugs in to my mouth.
He's a bit more eager than Coach and he's ramming in fast
and hard until Coach tells him to ease off.  Coach tells his
boy, "I want to see you fuck this hole after I breed it so
don't go wasting your scum down his throat."
     Coach's boy slows down to a leisurely fucking in and
out of my throat, while Coach starts to pick up the pace in
my ass.  I think watching his Dad fucking me has Coaches boy
on the edge.  The faster and harder Coach fucks, the slower
his boy goes.  Coach's boy even holds dead still with his
dick buried in my face a few times.  When Coach gets his nut
and is breeding my hole, making enough noise about it to
raise the dead, Coaches boy pulls his dick out of my mouth
and gets up next to Coach.  As soon as Coach is through
pumping his load into me and pulls out His boy is on my ass,
in my hole and fucking like a jack rabbit.  In less than a
minute the boy is pumping his load into me to mix with his
Dad's deposit.
    Coach slaps his boy on the ass and tells him that he
did great while putting one hand on my back to keep me bent
over.  Coach tells Rob and Rog to get up and look at my
hole.  They're all standing around me and Coach says he
would love to see Rob and Rog double fuck my hole.  Hearing
that kinda makes me worried, but my limp dick (it always
gets limp and shrivels up when I get fucked) perks up.  Rob
and Rog say they think they might enjoy that and Coach
starts telling us all what to do.
     Coach has Rog sit on the end of a lounge chair and
scoot his ass right up to the edge and lean back.  Coach
picks me up (he is a huge pile of muscle) and sets me down
on Rog's dick.  I'm facing Rog with my feet on the deck, one
on either side of the chair.  Coach tells me to lean forward
and tells Rog to spread his feet apart.  Rob gets the idea
and kneels between Rog's feet.  I feel Rob press the head of
his dick against my hole and the base of Rog's dick.   When
Rob shoves the head of his dick inside I yip like a puppy
and Rob say's he's sorry, "There was no way to ease in."
     It takes a while, but Rob gets his dick all the way up
in my ass on top of Rog's dick then start's a slow fuck.
Rog says the feel of Rob's dick sliding along his is
incredible.  Coach and his boy both say it looks incredible.
Dad gets up off his lounge and walks over to get a better
view, then straddles the lounge chair in front of me and
feeds me his dick.
  I can't see anything much other than Dad's abs but I hear
Dad say, "Good boy, Daddy loves to see the Baby swallow that
monster cock all the way down.  Coach, you're the only one
here not fucking or getting sucked.  You haven't tried my
Baby Boy's best hole yet, go for it"
     A minute later I hear Coach and his boy talking to each
other.  They tell each other how good the Squirt feel's on
their dicks.  They feed off each other's talk while they
feed the Squirt their dicks, getting each other so excited
they are the first to nut in this fuckfest.  Now I'm
listening to Coach and his boy getting off in the Squirt
together again.
     The noise dies down and out of the corner of my eye I
see the Squirts face coming towards us.  The Coach still has
the Squirt impaled on his dick and is holding the Squirt by
the waist so that the squirt is sticking straight out from
between coach's legs like a giant Dick.  The Coach walks
over with the squirt like that until Dad and the Squirt are
head to head.  Dad turns his head and kisses Squirt on the
mouth.  I can tell Dad has his tongue in Squirts mouth
tasting Coach's boy's cum.
     With out any warning I'm getting a mouthful of Daddy's
cum so I start swallowing.  My Dick isn't really hard, but
it's not soft, and it's squeezed between my and Rog's abs.
When Daddy starts to shoot in my mouth I start to shoot in
between Rog and me.  When I start to shoot and my hole
tightens up Rog and Rob loose it and breed my hole.  We're
all one big knot of dicks and holes, pumping and grunting
and moaning while Coach cheers us on.





This was going to be the last chapter of Trained By The
Best, but we haven't heard from Dad yet.  In part 16 Dad
will finish the story.