Coach had told me to come in for practice. He had some plays he wanted to show me. I knew what he wanted. I was sitting on the floor in the locker room with just my torso and arm pads on. I was stroking my 8-inch cut cock.

Coach came in, stripped off his pants and underwear, but left his sweatshirt and hat on. I just sat on the floor and watched him. He took out a vial of lubricant and lubed up his asshole. He lay down on a bench on his stomach with his ass, balls and erect cock sticking over the end of the bench and with his legs spread wide. He had firm muscular legs and a firm muscular ass. I could see his asshole through the crevice made by his butt cheeks.

"Fuck me Davy. Stick that cock up my ass and ream me."

I got up and walked over to him. I walked around him and stood in front of his face.

I moved up and positioned my cock right in front of his mouth. He opened his mouth wide and I slid my cock into his mouth about six inches. He couldn't swallow any more than that without gagging. I leaned over his back, reached forward and massaged his butt cheeks as I bucked my hips back and forth and face-fucked his mouth. I wanted to keep fucking his face and blow my load in his mouth, but he really liked getting fucked, so today, that's what we'd do. Only fair, I guess. He'd sucked me off the last time we had sex. So, after a few minutes of fucking his mouth I went around and stood between his spread legs. I ran my hands up and down his thighs and massaged his butt cheeks.

"God, Davy, I love it when you do that. It's so sexy."

I spread his butt cheeks and ran my hard dick back and forth in the crack of his ass. His ass was so muscular and firm I could probably cum just doing that. But that would really piss him off.

"Oh, yeah, dude, that feels great," he murmured.

I positioned my cock at the entrance to his ass, pushed forward, and drove my cock all the way up his ass. He was no virgin and he just moaned in delight as I entered him. I slid my hands under his sweater and ran them over his back muscles as I leaned forward and rested my torso against his back. My hands slipped around his sides and massaged his chest muscles as I lay against him.

"You like that, coach? You like my hard eight inches up your ass?"

"Oh, God, Davy, you know I love it. Now fuck my ass with long slow strokes. You know how I like it. Jesus. I love the feel of your body lying against me. Slide your fingers up and let me suck them while you fuck me. Damn, I wish there were two of you so I could suck your dick while you fuck me."

I lay there moving my hips back and forth in long slow passes while he sucked on my fingers and licked the palms of my hands. That really didn't do anything for me, but it obviously did for him, so "What the hell."

I brought my legs up off the floor, forward of his legs to give me more traction and pumped away in and out of his ass. I felt my orgasm building and I badly wanted to fuck him hard and fast, but I held back. He liked it this way and I had found out that the exquisite agony that I felt and endured from this slow pace usually ended in an explosive sensual orgasm that I could achieve no other way. It seemed like every muscle in my body tensed as I fought to maintain the slow measured pace and to let the superb erotic sensations grow in my groin and cock. I stuck all of the fingers of both hands in his mouth and pulled back as I felt the imminence of my ejaculation. Coach almost desperately licked on my fingers as he awaited the explosive force of my orgasm inside of him. And then there it was.

"Ohhh, awhhhhhhhhh, fuck, shit, I'm cummmming."

Then, almost compulsively, I did start rapidly fucking his ass, as I spasmed jism in his ass again, and again and again and again. Then I let go of his mouth and collapsed, totally spent onto his back. I lay there for a few minutes and then slid my legs back on the floor between his legs and got up.

He had spontaneously ejaculated, probably at the same time I had. His cum was all over the floor and his cock had shriveled down to a nub.

"Come on, coach, its shower time," I said, as I shrugged off my remaining garments and headed for the shower room.

I was in the restroom taking a leak when Jacob came in carrying a can of beer. Five of us had been sitting in the park drinking beer and it had to come out sometime.

Jacob whipped out his cock and stood there and peed for ages. I had long since finished peeing but I just stood there watching him pee out of the corner of my eye and occasionally looking at his cock as he peed.

He backed away from the urinal and held his balls and his cock in one hand and the can of beer in the other.

"You seem extra interested in my cock, Arnold. Do you want to suck it?" he asked, amused.

"Fuck Jacob, I was just admiring your capacity. What makes you think I have any interest in your cock?" I lied.

"The first clue is the fact that you have a full erection which you've been stroking for the last couple of minutes. The second is the fact that that I saw you sucking Mike in the woods the other night." I was stunned at the second statement, but just as surprised at the first. I had been subconsciously fondling my cock while watching his.

He walked over to me and by the time he arrived he had a full erection. He undid his pants and slid them and his shorts to his ankles and stroked his cock. He grabbed me by the neck and pushed me down me toward the floor.

"I know you want to suck me man, go ahead," he demanded.

"What if somebody comes in?" I asked, tremulously.

I let him push me down and knelt on the floor before him. He pulled my head forward with his hand, so I just opened my mouth and let his cock slide right down my throat. His erect cock was about five inches long and it fit my mouth with no problem. I slid my mouth up and down his cock as I took his balls in my hand and fondled them.

"Oh God, man! That's hot. Suck it," he begged.

I let go of his balls and used my hands to caress the length of his legs as I let my lips slide up and down his shaft. I grabbed a butt cheek in either hand and massaged them. I alternated between caressing his legs and massaging his ass.

Jacob took my head in his hands, held it in place and fucked me in the mouth.

He fucked my mouth harder and faster. He pushed his cock all the way in my mouth, held my head in place so I couldn't get it out, and blew his load.

I swallowed and choked and gagged. He didn't let go until he had finished cumming. I swallowed some more to keep from vomiting and unintentionally I ate all of his cum.

"Fuck, Jacob, you son-of a bitch! You could have warned me," I complained.

"Bullshit, I saw you swallow Mike's cum the other night and you seemed to love it. Here, finish the job."

He pulled my head toward him again. I opened up as he slid his cock back into my mouth. I sucked and licked on it till I had all of his cum and until it had softened. I stood up.

"See, you cocksucker! That's just what you wanted, admit it."

"OK, you're right. I did want to suck you off. Thanks."

I was at Bryce's house. We were in his garage gym working out. He was over by the wall doing squats facing away from me. I had just finished doing some chest presses and was sitting on the bench watching him. I could see all those beautiful muscles tensing and moving, and my cock got as hard as a rock. I slipped my stretch pants down below my balls and let my cock hang out. There was no way to hide my erection, anyway.

Bryce finished his exercise and turned around and saw me sitting there with a hard-on. I had the sudden thought that was about to be outed as a queer and lose all my friends because of having my cock out like that. I should have just made an excuse and gone to the bathroom until my hard-on went away.

I looked at him. He looked at me and then my seven-inch erection. As he walked across the garage toward me I saw the bulge in his pants get larger and larger.

He straddled the bench and sat down in front of me and pulled his gym shorts' elastic band down below his balls showing his own six-inch erection. His cock stood straight out from his crotch when it was hard whereas mine tended to lie back against my stomach.

"I always wondered which one of us had a larger cock. It looks like you win, but I think mine is larger than yours when they're soft. Do you like mine?" I was stunned by this unexpected reaction.

He stroked his cock and all I could do was gulp and stare at it, the object of my desire for so long.

He stood up and his cock was staring me in the face. I thought I was going to pass out from sheer pleasure.

"Stand up and let's compare size." I didn't really know what he meant but I stood up. He moved forward, placed his cock next to mine and took hold of both of them. He fiddled around with them, pushing and pulling and accidently stroking both of them as he measured. My cock was leaking massive amounts of pre-cum.

I couldn't believe he was touching my cock instead of disdaining me as a queer.

"Yep, it's a fact; you're about an inch and a half longer than me, and probably a little wider also. Let me see."

He wrapped one hand around my dick and the other around his cock and slid his hands up and down our shafts.

"Yeah, you're wider also. Here check it out yourself." I looked close where he held them, rubbing them.

"See your cock is certainly bigger than mine," he admired.

He took my hands and placed them where his were just a moment before. I actually had his cock I my hand. My legs felt like rubber and I had to sit down. And there was his cock staring me in the face again not three inches from my face. I licked my lips. He sat down.

He reached over, took the head of my cock between his thumb and first finger and spread the pre-cum over the head of my cock. I suddenly took a big breathe inward and shivered.

"Did you like that? Let me do that some more."

He wrapped his fingers around the head of my cock all slippery with pre cum and moved them around the head as they squeezed my cock. I drew my breath into my open mouth in short rapid breaths as the erotic sensations he was producing in my cock made my whole body shiver.

"God, you really like that don't you?" he pondered.

I was sitting there with my muscles tensed, my mouth open, breathing shallowly, and my eyes closed as he was doing to me what I wanted to do to him.

Suddenly, I felt his lips on mine and his tongue licking my lips. I was in such shock I jerked back. He straightened up.

"I'm sorry," he apologised hurriedly. "You looked so vulnerable sitting there with your eyes closed and with your mouth slightly open that you seemed to be inviting a kiss, so I obliged."

He let go of my cock and stood up. His cock was in my face again, but I could see he was losing his erection.

"I'm sorry if I've embarrassed you. I obviously misinterpreted the situation," he apologized again.

Oh shit, I thought, he thinks I've rejected him. What to do? What to do?

The next thing I knew his dick was down my throat and my arms were wrapped around his body hugging him to me.

"Or maybe I didn't misinterpret things," he said, as his cock disappeared down my throat.

I felt his hand stroking my head. I just sat there with his cock in my mouth. He ran his hands down my back and my whole body shivered.

I pulled back, let go of his cock, and sat with tears streaming down my face. He sat back down, and kissed my tears, my eyes and then my mouth. It was a very tender kiss and I met him half way this time as we kissed and licked at each others lips.

"God, Paul, I don't believe this is happening. I've wanted you for such a long time."

"You're stealing my lines," I said, in a broken voice.

"You mean you've wanted me too?" he asked, amazed.

I reached out and stroked his cock as I nodded my head in the affirmative.

He took my cock head in his fingers and continued what he was doing before and went back to kissing me.

"Shit, Bryce, if you keep doing that I'm gonna cum," I warned.

"And how is that bad?" he kidded.

"I don't want to come that fast. God, I want this moment to last forever. Besides I want to suck your cock."

He said, "Ok," stopped what he was doing to my cock and stood up. His cock was back in front of my mouth again. I licked on the head of it as I took his balls in my hand and massaged them. He stroked and caressed my head as I went down on his cock, took the whole thing in my mouth and sucked up and down his shaft.

"Oh Christ, that feels good. Jesus, talk about coming in a hurry. If you keep that up I'm gonna cum. Where did you learn how to do that?" he asked

I stopped sucking him and released his cock.

"Yours is the first cock I've ever sucked," I told him. "I guess I'm just a natural born cocksucker."

"You want me to suck you." he asked.

"Only if you want to."

"I've never sucked a cock, either, but I've jacked off thinking about sucking your cock lots of times. Let me give it a try."

He sat down and I stood up. He slid his lips over my cock head, went down about five inches and proceeded to suck up and down my cock within that five-inch space. Damn, if I had thought I was gonna come before, now I knew I would if he kept doing that. I pulled my cock out of his mouth.

"Fuck. You're gonna have me off if you keep doing that."

"It looks like we're both on the edge of coming. So what if we do? How long would it be before you could get hard again?"

"Probably an hour. I've never tried to come again that fast."

"It's the same for me. I don't know about you but I want to lie in bed with you and kiss and caress and make love to you. If you come, do you just want to leave and go home, or would you want to stay with me and make love until we can both cum again. Cumming again is not a requirement.It just seems it would be the logical culmination of our love making. We can't do much, if every time we touch one another we're on the verge of cumming. I'm certainly no expert but I would think getting there is half the fun, or maybe 75% of it."

"You're right. I want the same thing you want. Why don't we get each other off and then do our mutual investigations more leisurely, as you suggest."

"Ok. Do you want me to suck you off or jack you off?"

"I loved what your hand was doing to me previously. How about continuing with that? Since our relationship is apparently going to be more than a one time thing, we have time to experiment."

He wrapped his fingers around the head of my cock which had been leaking pre cum and moved them around the head as they squeezed my cock. He wrapped his other hand around my shaft and slowly jacked me. I was again reduced to short rapid breaths as the erotic sensations he was producing in my cock made my whole body shiver and I bounced up and down on the bench. I sat there with my eyes closed enjoying the experience until I felt his lips on mine and his tongue exploring my mouth. At that moment I shot off into his hand and moaned loudly with each spurt.

Bryce used the cum on his hand as lubricant and rubbing his thumb over my glans caused me to jerk back and grab his hand and pull it away from my cock.

"Oh fucking shit. That's too much. God damn, my cock's too sensitive for that."

He laughed and grabbed my cock again and rubbed some more. It was not as sensitive, but I was sitting there bouncing up and down, letting him generate intense erotic sensations from my cock.

And then my erection was gone. I leaned over, took his cock in my mouth, deep-throated it and sucked up and down its length. It didn't take long and I could feel him getting ready to blow. I stopped sucking, grabbed his hand covered with my cum and transferred some of the cum to his cock. Then I did the same thing to his cock that he had done to mine. I could see him resisting the sensations as his orgasm built and then suddenly he shot off forcefully and his cum went all over my chest, stomach and face.

"Fuck," he yelled.

I started rubbing the head of his cock and he yelped and tried to pull away, just like I did. I didn't let him. I switched and used the palm of my hand to rub with. He yelped and slid backwards and fell off of the bench. That broke my contact with his cock. I quickly knelt down, grabbed his cock and started rubbing again. He tried to scramble away but realized that the intense sensation had eased so he just sat there and bounced up and down on the floor while he enjoyed the sensations. Then he too lost his erection.

"You bastard."

I laughed and said, "Turn about is fair play."

He smiled and said, "Yeah, I guess so, and we can't deny that despite the original intensity that was very enjoyable. Lets go take a shower and get started on the foreplay or maybe we need to call it the middle play."

What we did after that is a much longer story which I'll never tell.