Date: Mon, 20 Aug 2001 11:00:35 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Blackmale (Part 5) (HS, T/T, INTERR, ORAL)

BLACKMALE (PART 5) (HS, T/T, INTERR, ORAL)

BLACKMALE (Part 5)
BY: MOORE

Coach had wanted to see me before class.  I knocked softly
on the closed door to his office.  In horror I realized I
was still naked as Coach called out, "Come."

In my haste I hadn't stopped to put on gym clothes.  Too
late now I thought as I opened the door and stepped into
Coach's office.  He was sitting bare chested behind his
desk and without looking up said, "Close the door and step
forward."  I did as he asked and moved to stand in front of
his desk.

Coach closed the file on his desk and looked up.  He showed
no surprise at having a balls naked boy in his office.  He
stared at me for a long minute, as if trying to come to a
decision, before he said, "I asked you in here because I
like to get to know all of the boys in my classes.  What's
your name, tell me about yourself?"

"Well, sir", I began, "My name is Cole Sumner, I was born
in Mississippi and I'm 17."  Coach leaned back in his chair
and laced his fingers behind his head.  He's got hairy
armpits I thought, "My dad died last spring so my mom had to
go back to work. We moved to Chicago for her job."

Coach pushed back from his desk and leaned further back in
his chair.  My eyes were drawn to his now exposed lap.  He's
not wearing shorts, just a jock strap, I realized as he
cleared his throat and said, "I'm sorry about your dad, a
boy needs a strong male figure in his life.  Is there
another man, an uncle maybe or a family friend, that you're
close to."

"No, not really.  I have an uncle, my mom's older brother,
but we're not close.  He's a minister back in Mississippi
and very old fashioned.  I can't talk to him about, oh you
know, ga, uh, guy stuff.  My mom does what she can but,
she's away a lot for her job and I try not to burden her
with my problems."  I couldn't tear my eyes away from
Coach's crotch.  The filled up pouch of his jock strap was
pulsing.  His legs were spread slightly, one hand was idly
scratching his nuts.  My own nuts were tingling, I could
feel an erection growing and I began to sweat.  Coach didn't
outwardly react to my discomfort, but rose from his chair,
walked around his desk and put his arm around my bare
shoulder.

"Cole", Coach said, glancing down at my 5-1/2" erection,
"I can see that you're a sensitive boy.  As you'll come
learn, I take care of my boys, I train them to uh, play
ball; turn them into men, and in return, my boys take care
of me.  Let me show you what I mean", he said, pointing to
a wall hung with pictures.

"Those are team photos of men that have played for me since
I've been coaching", he explained. "Most have played college
ball, a few have played pro ball.  They came to me as boys,
I turned them into men.  Are you an athlete Cole, do you
play ball?"

I couldn't speak as Coach turned to face me, placing his
hands on my shoulders, looking into my eyes.  "Do you play
ball", he asked again, his hands drifting slowly down my
chest, pausing to play at my nipples, coming to rest on my
hips.  I followed his eyes down to where my engorged penis
was rubbing lightly against the mesh of his tented jock
strap, staining the fabric with precum.  His fingers toying
at the edges of my pubic hair.

"Do you play ball, Cole?"

Was I getting his message right?  Did he want me to drop to
my knees?  Bury my face in his jock, smell his sweaty balls,
lick his hairy thighs?  Did he want me to suck his cock.

My jerk off fantasy was rushing through my mind, please,
I want to suck your cock, please let me suck it, please
cum in my mouth.

"Do you play ball, Cole?", Coach asked again.

My mother's face flashed before me.  Oh god, my mother,
my grandmother and my uncle too, were in the office.
Watching me lick and kiss my way around his hairy chest,
pausing to circle each nipple with my tongue.  Watching
me soak his hairy armpits with my saliva.  Watching me
tongue my way down his chest and belly to lose my face in
his pubic hair.  Watching, as I kiss the very tip, savoring
the shiny precum.  Watching, as I gently roll his hairy
jewels in my hands, as I lick at the sweat on his inner
thighs, as I lift each precious jewel to suck and swirl
in my mouth.

My family watching in horror and shame as I guide his
throbbing erection to my waiting mouth, part my ruby red
lips to curl around the plum shaped head and slowly descend
to engulf each succulent morsel of his massive organ into
my willing mouth.  Impaled, I worship his manhood with my
unseen tongue as we move as one towards completion.

My family watching in disgust as I gaze lovingly into
his eyes while I accept his offering, his seed, which flows
like the finest cream, filling me to overflowing.  Watching,
as I seek to capture each delectable drop from his body, as
my untouched boyhood explodes with youthful exuberance.

Listening, as I speak words of thanks for the gift received
and my humble plea to continue my worship at his throne.

"Do you play ball, Cole?", Coach asked in a louder voice.

His voice snapped me out of my reverie.  The nightmarish
vision of my family vanished, leaving me shaken.

"Ah, um, no sir", I managed to stutter.

"That's too bad", he said abruptly, leaving my side and
returning to his desk.  "This gym class is for non-ball
players, so its right for you.  You can return to class
now Cole."