BOYS' CLUB LESSONS, PART 2
The next time I went to the Boys' Club, eager to tell coach about the wonderful
experience I had enjoyed with my father, I waited, as usual, to be the last boy out of the pool. When I went to the door of Coach Bill's office, towel in hand, but my little cock all eager for some more man play, I was shocked to see that there was another boy in the room with the coach.
As I peered through the partially open door, I could see that it was Eddie, one of the more developed boys in our group. He was standing, much as I had, between the outspread legs of Coach Bill, and the man was fondling his penis, which was at least twice as big as mine, and was very hard. I decided I had better wait for another time, but before I could get away from the door, Coach Bill spied me, and, rather than chase me away or yell at me, he invited me to join him and Eddie.
I went over to where they were, dropping my towel as I did. I was proud to note that my penis was bigger now that it was hard, but not as big as Eddie's, and certainly not as huge as Coach Bill's, which was standing up like a proud soldier between his spread open thighs.
Coach Bill made Eddie move a little to make room for me, and then both of us were standing close to our coach, feeling his hands roam over our bodies and caress our ass cheeks. I couldn't help switching my gaze from Coach Bill's to Eddie's cock, and seeing my interest, Coach said I should take them both into my hands to feel the difference.
I could hardly get my right hand around Coach's cock, but my left hand fit nicely around Eddie's. Coach reached up and cupped my balls, and he invited Eddie to take my penis in hand, which he did, automatically starting to pump it in a masturbatory way. I did the same to the two penises in my hands, and it didn't take long for cum to be spurting all over the three of us.
Coach made us go back to the shower, and he joined us there, helping to soap down our bodies and letting us do the same to him. Needless to say, most of our time was spent giving a good washing and rubbing to one another's asses and cocks. I noticed that when Coach ran his finger along the crack of my ass it gave me an extra tingle.
After the shower Coach Bill took us back to his office, and had Eddie sit in his chair while I kneeled down between Eddie's legs. Coach guided Eddie's cock to my mouth, and I kissed the tip of it, licked the head with my tongue, and then took it into my mouth, relishing the taste of the soft skin of his penile flesh.
Coach stood on one side of Eddie and thrust his cock into Eddie's mouth while I sucked eagerly on Eddie's cock, nestling his balls in my hands as I did. Once again Eddie came, but this time in my mouth, cum gushing down my throat and running over onto my chin and chest.
Coach did the same to Eddie, though I noticed that Eddie was able to swallow more of Coach's cum than I could. I had my cum with Eddie sucking my cock and Coach running his tongue up and down my ass crack and sucking on my balls.
After a couple of times as a threesome, Coach told me he would like to take me up to a mobile home he had in the country for a weekend. He said I should ask my parents' permission to go up the following Friday and come back on Sunday.
I was one exhausted boy when I got home, and was disappointed to learn that my Dad had gone out of town on a business trip. My mother didn't know about my adventures with Dad, so she wasn't upset when I told her about Coach's invitation. I got the idea that she wouldn't mind having the house to herself for the weekend I would be away, even if my father had not come home by then.
So the next Friday we set out on the road to Coach Bill's trailer house, with me in my shorts and t-shirt, as was Coach. I could see the bulge of his cock through the thin material of the running shorts he was wearing, and it didn't take long for him to reach over and start running his hand up between my thighs while talking about the merits of circumcision over non-circumcision. Since we were both circumcised, it was easy for us to agree that a nice clean cock with the shiny fireman's cap was preferable to a cock covered with uncircumcised flesh.
As Coach Bill's hand probed under my shorts I got harder still, and when he pulled his cock out and suggested that I bend over and suck him off while he drove, I was eager to do so. He made me stop before he shot his wad, since he didn't want to make a mess in the car, and we had plenty of time over the weekend for all the cums we might want.
Coach's trailer was small but comfortable, with a full sized bed and a pull out table, a little bathroom, and that was about all. We went for a walk around in the woods for a while before supper, Coach Bill taking advantage of our being in the Great Outdoors to put his hand down my shorts and fondle my pubic hair, which he said intrigued him. By the time we got back to the trailer I was hot and hard, but Coach said we had to eat before playtime.
Coach made himself a drink, and poured me a little one too. While he fixed supper I set the table and wondered what the night would bring in the way of fun and games. I didn't have long to wait. We both got naked after supper and Bill lay down on the bed with his legs spread apart, inviting me to kneel between his thighs and play with his cock and balls.
I had just taken his cock into my mouth when there was a knock at the door, and before I could even move, an older man stepped in. He was carrying a bottle of whiskey and wearing only a jock strap, revealing a large schlong that filled the strap to the brim.
It turned out he was George, an old pal of Bill's, and he didn't seem a bit surprised to see what we were doing. He poured himself, Bill and me a drink and then took off his jock strap. I was sitting on the edge of the bed by then, sipping at my drink, which was starting to make me a bit woozy.
George sidled up to me and invited me to examine his cock. It was even larger than Coach Bill's, hard as could be, and invitingly beautiful to my young eyes. I took it in my right hand, using my left hand to cup his balls, and began sucking eagerly at the older man's cock.
He made me stop before he shot his wad, and then lay down on the bed in the same position Coach Bill had been in when he arrived. I obediently returned to my cocksucking task, licking and lapping at his balls, then working my tongue up to the tip of his cock and taking as much of it into my mouth as possible.
I was kneeling with my ass in the air, and pretty soon I felt Coach Bill's hands caressing my ass cheeks and his tongue slithering between them to find the pink pucker of my anus. His tongue slathered my slit until it was wet, and then poked into my hole as far as it would go. I loved the feeling, and continued to suck eagerly on George's hard cock.
When Bill stopped licking my ass I was disappointed, but before long I felt his finger slipping in and wriggling around, widening my ass hole as it did. Then, after another pause, I felt him wipe something greasy into my anus, (ky jelly, I later learned) and then the head of his cock started pushing into me just a little at a time. I didn't like the feeling at first, but the idea that my ass hole had become a cunt just like a girl had got me excited and I started to push back.
Bill's cock worked its way into my ass just enough so that my sphincter made a tight ring around his manly flesh, and about the time George's cock spewed its semen into my sucking mouth and all over my face, I felt Bill's cum spurting into my ass and warming me all over.
We ended our little orgy with George and I taking turns sucking on Bill's cock until he shot his wad in our faces and we licked it off of each other. I went to sleep with a wonderful feeling in my tummy and in my ass, still leaking cream as I squirmed against Bill's body in my sleep.
The next day. . .
But that's another story.
