We played once briefly before the holidays, and it wasn’t worth drafting a post based on that encounter. But last week he was really wanting me to come over. His texts were telling: without saying ‘role play’, he most certainly had it implied.
Each correspondence started to address me as ‘coach’. He soon started to say things like, “I notice other guys in the lockerroom have hair places……”. I knew where this was going. I’m not adverse to this kind of play. I don’t know I was expecting it from this kind of boy. Still, “Coach” agreed to stop by. I left work early to do so.
I was told where to go, and that the door would be unlocked and just to come in. There were boxes, cases in fact, of muscle protein shakes, whey, etc. Clearly, he was serious about his body growth. There was little else in the house as we walked up to the first landing and to a bedroom.
We very much started and stayed in each other’s assigned role.
He looked towards his feet at first, so clearly I was going to have to kick this off. So I said, “so son, you said you had questions for Coach. What do you need to know?”
Appropriately, he hemmed and hawed. He said, his dad wasn’t around much and he had questions and didn’t know where to go. I said it was ok, and he could ask coach anything. That info didn’t make him feel any more at ease. As expected, he told me he was starting to get hair on his chest and in……….”other places”. I made him tell me where.
Of course, I told him it was completely natural to have hair start growing lots of places. He took off his shirt for me, I won’t lie, it was a nice view. Kids these days get ink so early, I told him, though I mentioned I’d seen it before and after practice. He asked if I got hair on my chest as well, I confirmed that I did, but it made him feel better if I could show him. So I did. I took off my shirt and showed both the hair on my chest and in my armpits. I told him each man grows hair differently, and that some have little to none at all.
He mentioned the other place. I asked if he wanted to show me that too, but it was natural to have hair “down there”. He had decent growth, but nothing too thick, in terms of hair. His penis was moderate, but I didn’t dare tell him that. Youths need reassuring that all is alright. While not fully hard, you could see it bounce a bit, maybe a throb. It was on its way to being erect. He was worried it didn’t measure up to some of the other guys on the team. And wasn’t sure why he would periodically get hard.
Of course, I told him that boys and men, after a certain age, get aroused for several reasons and at inconvenient times. Without prompting, I told him that sometimes the thought or visual of a woman, or sometimes a man or boy, could trigger the response he was feeling and seeing in his dick. He cocked his head a bit.
He asked if I got hard at times. I told him I did so often. He asked to see my dick. I hesitated and told him that this had to be between us, and that folks wouldn’t understand. He agreed. As I was unbuckling, unbuttoning and unzipping, I forewarned him that my penis was bigger than his, but didn’t make his any less special. His eyes were glued to me as I pulled the elastic of my boxer briefs down and out sprung my mostly hardened cock.
There we were, two men with their cocks out.
He asked about the “slime” that came out of his. I asked him to be more specific, as I wasn’t sure if he was referring to pre-cum or actual cum. He started with the former. So I talked him through that. He saw I had some and reached out and touched it. He asked what it tasted like. I told him to try it if he wanted to. He did, tentatively. He didn’t mind it. I told him what it was, and why it happened. Which eased us into the ejaculation portion of our story.
I told him what an ejaculation was and what it was for biologically. I told him where the semen was produced and that it could be extracted a number of ways. He did ask how, so I told him some: one was by a continual hand motion and showed him how. He tried it on himself and saw his own slime – and sampled that was well. I told him about a woman’s vagina and how his penis would go inside it with back and forth motions. I cautioned that this could make a baby. And we talked about the mouth. For some reason – maybe at a later date? – I didn’t talk about the ass.
He was curious about the mouth. I told him again that each man was different in what he liked when it came to using the mouth. Some didn’t like the head played with, yet others did, stuff like that. He asked if I liked a mouth on my dick. I told him, any many who says he doesn’t is lying. He wanted to try mine.
Again, I cautioned him that this was strictly between us. Friends, family, faculty could NOT know about this. He seemingly understood. He got on his knees and carefully took it into his mouth. It was nice. Warm and wet. He did a convincing job of being inexperienced. I thought I’d help him out.
Hey son, let me show you and example, if I may. I got down on my knees and took him into my mouth. I looked up while doing it. He was looking intently at me, until I got the better of him for a moment. The eyes closed. The head went back. Eventually he looked back down at me. Now I knew I wasn’t there to get him off, but I wanted to sample and I thought it was a teachable moment.
We resumed our places. Me standing. Him kneeling. He went back down on me, no longer hesitant. He sucked me. He sucked me good.
Through gritted teeth I told him how to suck me. He grabbed my cock and tried to use his hand, I swatted it away and told him it was a blowjob, not a handjob. I concentrated on the boy in front of me, sucking, trying to please Coach. Trying to please himself. I may have exaggerated my breathing a bit, to make him feel good about the job he was doing. “Keep going boy. Don’t stop until Coach tells you to.” He kept up the enthusiasm.
I was pretty horned. I’d blown a load the day before, but still had plenty for a young cocksucker. And then I started easing him into that word.
”Oh fuck yeah, what a good cocksucker you are”. He looked up a bit. “Oh yeah, kid, you are a cocksucker. I won’t tell anyone, but look at you down on my big cock. Suck it.”
And he did.
The verbal added to the moment, of course. My own fucking dialogue was turning me on. But I was close at this point. And in my own head I made a decision. He kept working. I kept telling how good he made me feel. But then I was ready.
My hand went to his head. I hovered behind it until I was there. I started shooting, and while he didn’t pull back or off, I grasped his head in case there was an attempt. “Swallow it, kid. I’m not letting you off it until you do”. And he did. Easily.
While this was all happening he was stroking his boy dick. And I could see as I came, he started shooting his spunk all over the floor. He was as turned on as Coach.
After he pulled off, after I let him, he said, he didn’t know I was going to do “that”. I told him it was better he not know. Men like to have their seed not wasted and that I couldn’t take the chance that he wouldn’t take it. I told him it was part of the lesson.
He looked guilt ridden. He stood up, now not knowing what to do with me in his house.
I dressed without a word, but then told him to go get cleaned up as I was lacing up my shoes. He was coming out of the hallway bathroom, as I walked past. “Don’t say a word to your father about this……..”. I walked down the stairs and out the door.
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