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Touching Nick
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sexmadboy29
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Great Story Lets Hope We Dont Have To Wait Too Long For More
Hey i was hoping nothing bad happened to you, this story is magnifficent and beautifully writtern I cant wait for the next update. I hope everything is well for you at work
. I know how work can take over life real quick with no warning at all.Hope to hear from you again soon
Sorry it took so long to post this. I have not known where I wanted to go with the story.
As always, it is all fiction.
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Part XI (I think)
Nick rolled up against me, and his soft, thick cock wound up laying across my upper thigh. I loved the searing spot of heat I felt from it. Nick began to kiss me, gently teasing me, nibbling on my lips, and my ears. Gently his tongue began to work its way into my mouth.
Unbelievably, his cock began to stir again as we lay there, kissing. As his cock hardened, it began to press against mine, shifting the spot of the intense heat of his member. By now, Nick had completely wrapped me up in his arms, his leg over mine, drawing me ever closer to him. It was as though he was trying to merge with me, and I loved every minute of it.
Slowly, he began to kiss lower and lower on my body until his mouth found my raging hard cock. His tongue danced over the tip, then enveloped it. Finally, he settled down and began to gently suck my cock in earnest. He went so very slowly, which was a good thing as I was so close to the edge, anything more would have sent me over the top. After about 5 minutes, he pulled off and moved a little lower, lifting my legs up into the air. He nuzzled around the base of my cock, then took my balls into his mouth before lowering to lick my asshole.
Never before have I been rimmed like I was at that time. He was totally into what he was doing, making me gasp in pleasure as his tongue danced over and around my hole. He was an expert, bringing me total ecstasy through his light, then heavier then light again movement of his tongue. Finally, he reached over, still licking my hole, and grabbed the toy we’d bought at the store. He lubed it well, and then slowly put it into my ass. That felt pretty good, but then he turned on the vibrating function, and began to lightly lick my cock again, all the while fucking my ass slowly with the long, skinny, bumpy toy.
I let out some kind of inhuman sound of pleasure and looked down at him, looking up at me, his blue eyes twinkling, his mouth, though around my cock, still smiling. He knew he was playing me like a fiddle and that he owned me completely. I started to get close, and he knew it, and pulled off my cock. The work in my ass continued, though, so my pleasure was slower to subside. “Let me suck your cock, Nick,” I said.
In response, he just swung around and placed his body over mine. His cock was rock hard, and was, amazingly, drooling precum. I stared at the hard, veiny shaft as a cold streamer of his juice fell across my forehead. I loved his body, the veins along his waist, the distance of pure nakedness between his bellybutton and his pubic bush broken only by the tiniest wisp of blondish hair. I rubbed his sexy fuzzy legs, his smooth, soft skinned but rock hard torso, and finally I pulled his cock down toward my mouth. I licked the tip then let it snap up against his belly. I repeated the process, then lifted my head so that his lightly fuzzy, incredibly heavy low-hanging balls fell across my face. Finally, took his cock into my mouth. Nick, for his part, gently went back to work on my cock. The tip of his tongue traced every inch of it, found every ridge and vein. Slowly he continued to work the toy in my ass, slowly to suck my cock and balls. Soon I was getting close, and I could feel that Nick, turned on to my level of excitement, grew ever closer to a second orgasm.
Suddenly, he pulled off my cock and asked, “Sir, may I please have an orgasm?” then went right back to work on my cock.
I was so surprised to hear this from him. I didn’t realize that he was still playing our game and that I was still in charge. That thought sent me over the top, and I shot my load. I cried out in pure pleasure, releasing Nick’s cock from my mouth. Shot after shot of jizz flew from my cock, coating his throat. Nick, for his part, let fly with another incredible orgasm, I felt about 5 searing hot shots of jizz splatter from my chin, across my chest, and down onto my stomach, and even into my pubes. In fact, some even got on Nick’s chin, again hanging up in his little patch of soft beard.
Nick collapsed on top of me, his balls right below my mouth, his jizz coating both of our chests. Finally he pulled the toy out of my ass, turned around and began to clean up my torso with his tongue. As he finished, I went to work on his body, cleaning him up, too tracing his hot abs and pecs with my tongue, sucking the cum from his beard patch last.
He lay next to me, our limbs intertwined. Finally he said, “Sir, I’m sorry I came without permission.”
“Honestly, Nick, I didn’t know we were still playing that game.”
“Sir, I have my cuffs on, which means I have to do anything you tell me to. I know I’m supposed to ask permission before I have an orgasm. I’m sorry, and I’m ready to take whatever punishment you think is fair.” He said this while looking at me with his earnest, serious look on his face, the naughty boy come to take responsibility.
“In that case, Nick, I think we can figure something out to make it right.”
Nick smiled and kissed me on the lips. “I’m glad we can fix it.”
As always, it is all fiction.
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Part XI (I think)
Nick rolled up against me, and his soft, thick cock wound up laying across my upper thigh. I loved the searing spot of heat I felt from it. Nick began to kiss me, gently teasing me, nibbling on my lips, and my ears. Gently his tongue began to work its way into my mouth.
Unbelievably, his cock began to stir again as we lay there, kissing. As his cock hardened, it began to press against mine, shifting the spot of the intense heat of his member. By now, Nick had completely wrapped me up in his arms, his leg over mine, drawing me ever closer to him. It was as though he was trying to merge with me, and I loved every minute of it.
Slowly, he began to kiss lower and lower on my body until his mouth found my raging hard cock. His tongue danced over the tip, then enveloped it. Finally, he settled down and began to gently suck my cock in earnest. He went so very slowly, which was a good thing as I was so close to the edge, anything more would have sent me over the top. After about 5 minutes, he pulled off and moved a little lower, lifting my legs up into the air. He nuzzled around the base of my cock, then took my balls into his mouth before lowering to lick my asshole.
Never before have I been rimmed like I was at that time. He was totally into what he was doing, making me gasp in pleasure as his tongue danced over and around my hole. He was an expert, bringing me total ecstasy through his light, then heavier then light again movement of his tongue. Finally, he reached over, still licking my hole, and grabbed the toy we’d bought at the store. He lubed it well, and then slowly put it into my ass. That felt pretty good, but then he turned on the vibrating function, and began to lightly lick my cock again, all the while fucking my ass slowly with the long, skinny, bumpy toy.
I let out some kind of inhuman sound of pleasure and looked down at him, looking up at me, his blue eyes twinkling, his mouth, though around my cock, still smiling. He knew he was playing me like a fiddle and that he owned me completely. I started to get close, and he knew it, and pulled off my cock. The work in my ass continued, though, so my pleasure was slower to subside. “Let me suck your cock, Nick,” I said.
In response, he just swung around and placed his body over mine. His cock was rock hard, and was, amazingly, drooling precum. I stared at the hard, veiny shaft as a cold streamer of his juice fell across my forehead. I loved his body, the veins along his waist, the distance of pure nakedness between his bellybutton and his pubic bush broken only by the tiniest wisp of blondish hair. I rubbed his sexy fuzzy legs, his smooth, soft skinned but rock hard torso, and finally I pulled his cock down toward my mouth. I licked the tip then let it snap up against his belly. I repeated the process, then lifted my head so that his lightly fuzzy, incredibly heavy low-hanging balls fell across my face. Finally, took his cock into my mouth. Nick, for his part, gently went back to work on my cock. The tip of his tongue traced every inch of it, found every ridge and vein. Slowly he continued to work the toy in my ass, slowly to suck my cock and balls. Soon I was getting close, and I could feel that Nick, turned on to my level of excitement, grew ever closer to a second orgasm.
Suddenly, he pulled off my cock and asked, “Sir, may I please have an orgasm?” then went right back to work on my cock.
I was so surprised to hear this from him. I didn’t realize that he was still playing our game and that I was still in charge. That thought sent me over the top, and I shot my load. I cried out in pure pleasure, releasing Nick’s cock from my mouth. Shot after shot of jizz flew from my cock, coating his throat. Nick, for his part, let fly with another incredible orgasm, I felt about 5 searing hot shots of jizz splatter from my chin, across my chest, and down onto my stomach, and even into my pubes. In fact, some even got on Nick’s chin, again hanging up in his little patch of soft beard.
Nick collapsed on top of me, his balls right below my mouth, his jizz coating both of our chests. Finally he pulled the toy out of my ass, turned around and began to clean up my torso with his tongue. As he finished, I went to work on his body, cleaning him up, too tracing his hot abs and pecs with my tongue, sucking the cum from his beard patch last.
He lay next to me, our limbs intertwined. Finally he said, “Sir, I’m sorry I came without permission.”
“Honestly, Nick, I didn’t know we were still playing that game.”
“Sir, I have my cuffs on, which means I have to do anything you tell me to. I know I’m supposed to ask permission before I have an orgasm. I’m sorry, and I’m ready to take whatever punishment you think is fair.” He said this while looking at me with his earnest, serious look on his face, the naughty boy come to take responsibility.
“In that case, Nick, I think we can figure something out to make it right.”
Nick smiled and kissed me on the lips. “I’m glad we can fix it.”
Incredible! Again, a few paragraphs of pure delight... I've never felt so involved in an erotic story. Your use of very precise description and sentiment makes me feel like I'm in the same room with them... PLEASE go on...sir! ;-)
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Wonderfully descriptive story !! Thank you
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Fucking A dude, you write like a very experienced writer. Keep up the excellent work.
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keep going. lol.
This is a bit longer post, but it has been awhile since I updated the story. Sorry about that...life has been busy.
As always, this is a work of fiction.
I hope you enjoy. If you do, please post a reply. It is nice to hear if people like the story.
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Part XII
I awoke early the next morning and watched Nick sleeping. Today he had a game, and I had to get back to work. Gently, I kissed him on the cheek, and got up to take a shower. I came back to my room, got dressed and watched as Nick slept. Suddenly, he rolled over, and the sheet pulled down his body exposing his perfect smooth, toned torso down past his wispy treasure trail to the top of his fuzzy pubic bush. His right arm was up over his head, the perfect tuft of armpit hair was fully exposed, his biceps rock hard even though he was totally relaxed. I grew hard watching him sleep, seeing him breathe in and out.
I couldn’t help myself. I walked over to the bed, leaned down and kissed him all the way down his body, noticing when I got down there that his cock was now fully awake under the sheets. I got to the sheet and reached out a hand to push it down, but suddenly he said, “I’d love that, but let’s wait until tonight. Tonight we can do whatever we want.” I looked at him, debated blowing him off, but then smiled and agreed.
“No touching yourself while I’m gone, then,” I said.
“You either,” he said as he rested his hand on the front of my pants, gently rubbing my hard-on. “Not even when I call to tell you I’m all hot, sweaty and shirtless mowing our lawns.”
My breath caught and my knees bent thinking of that sight. After all the rain, they needed it, and I was really sorry I’d miss the show. “I won’t be able to get any work done thinking about that.”
“Well, I’ll be embarrassed when people see me mowing with a hard-on thinking about how turned on you are under your desk.”
“Wear your red Under Armor shorts. They’ll hide your cock. Plus, you can give them to me later as a gift when they’re all sweaty.”
“Good idea,” he replied smiling. “I’ll get them ready for you.”
We kissed again, and then I said that I really had to go to work. One final kiss and I was out the door.
At work, I couldn’t stop thinking of Nick, and wasn’t helped when, about noon, I got the following text messages from him: “Under Armor and baggy khaki shorts no belt. Waistband and more showing. Really humid. So hot.” And a moment later, “Did you know sweat on a smooth chest is slick?”
All this time I’d been teasing him, but now he was teasing me, playing me like a fiddle. He knew what I liked and was going there over and over. My phone beeped again, and this time it was a photo with the caption “you can look but not touch, just like me,” of his stomach, sweat dripping down his abs onto the white waistband of his red under armor shorts. That waistband was about 3 inches above his khaki shorts which were so loose that I could see down them a little bit. I cursed the small size of the photo as precum oozed out of the head of my cock. Another photo arrived: this one a close-up of the waistband of his shorts, dark sweat splotching under the waistband, and his belly button with the perfect treasure trail sliding down his flat, toned stomach. And so it went. Every half hour or so until 3:00, he’d send me some sexy message or other.
At 3:00, my phone rang, and I took the call. I heard Nick’s sexy, not too high, not too low voice on the phone. He was calling to say that we were in a severe storm watch, and, because of that, the game had been cancelled. The experts were predicting a lot of rain. Rather than drive all the way to be rained out, the other team had postponed. Nick wanted to know what time I’d be home so that he could be ready. I told him about 5:30, and he told me how much he’d missed me all day, about how he’d been hard all day long and couldn’t wait for me to be there to touch him since I’d forbidden him from touching himself all day. And he said he had a surprise for me. But not to be there before 5:30, ‘cause he had to time it right.
“Timing is important,” I said.
“Yup,” he agreed. “Just ask any football player about timing and the importance of knowing the count. I gotta go. I love you. Touch you soon.” He hung up.
His last three words nearly sent me over the edge.
Finally, I got my cock to go down enough to go in to see my boss. It was the slow season and I asked if he minded if I took a few days of vacation. He said he didn’t mind at all, that I had saved way too many days and needed to get out of the office. He even guessed that was why I’d been sick this week.
I thanked him, and, at quitting time, got the hell out of dodge. I drove fast home, and arrived about 5:15, and then remembered that I couldn’t go until 5:30. My rock hard cock was throbbing now, in anticipation of whatever my sexy boy had planned for me. At 5:30, I pulled into my garage, parked my car and walked into my house shouting, “I’m home, let’s fuck!” But the house was quiet. I looked down and saw and envelope on the floor. I opened it up, and found a note and a photo.
“Coach,” the note said, “I’ve done just what you asked and worked out in all my pads. I did get really sweaty just like you said I would. I know you wanted to see me when I was done. Come over to my house. I’ll be there waiting for you.”
The picture was of the waist of football pants, hip pads sticking out on each side, and an under armor waistband peeking out over the top.
I think I actually ran next door. I was going to ring the bell when I saw a note on the door that said, “Coach-come on in.”
I threw open the door and went inside. The house was quiet, but there was another note that said, “Coach- take a seat on the couch in the family room downstairs.”
I didn’t need any more convincing. I almost started to run, but then realized that I had a role to play, too. So I slowly, confidently strode down the stairs to the family room, and sat on the couch.
This room had a huge television set, a couple of couches, a kitchenette, and a pool table. There was also a large bottle of lube on the table by the couch. I’d actually watched a couple of bowl games on it with Nick’s dad last year. Nick had been at a friend’s house—I’d been hoping to see him. I looked down and saw a note taped to the remote. “Turn on the DVD, coach; it is the highlight tape you wanted to see.”
I did, and was soon rewarded with play after play of Nick’s tremendous football talent. He made hard hits and leapt up high to catch the ball. There was no wonder why he was on the all-star team. When I’d seen these games live I never dreamed that I would be here about to do what I was about to do. Those were the nights I went home and jacked off dreaming this might happen.
After I’d seen about 5 minutes or so of highlights, I heard the scratching of cleats on the floor upstairs, then heard footsteps on the stairs coming down. Nick entered the room, dressed completely in his football uniform, all his pads and everything. Lucky he hadn’t taken his pads back to school yet. My breath caught in my throat as his well muscled, defined and veiny, arms raised up, he grabbed his helmet, and pulled it from his head. His sweaty hair fell in clumps on his forehead as he tucked the helmet under his arm.
He stood before me, my glorious athletic boy, sweat dripping down his forehead, over his cheeks and the eyeblack under his eyes. A sheen of sweat glistened on his arms and also on his lower legs. The hair there was light and fuzzy as ever, but some hairs were matted down as drops of sweat ran down his legs. “Are those the highlights you wanted to see?” he asked.
“Err…yes. They’re great, thanks. I’ve always been impressed watching you play.”
“Thanks.” He took the facemask of his helmet in his left hand and let it hang to his side, standing before me casually. With his right hand, he slid his had up his sweat-shined stomach, exposing his sexy belly button, tight abs, and his sexy V with its treasure trail leading into his under armor shorts. “Was there anything else you wanted to see?” he asked. “You mentioned something about testing my stamina, my endurance. A very personal test, you said, always done in private, but one that all good football players want to work on passing.”
“Yes,” I said thinking fast, wanting to play along, “it is an important test of endurance, of how much you can take…and give.”
Nick smiled, obviously pleased that I’d joined him in his fantasy. “Well, coach, I’m ready. I worked out just like you said, and I even haven’t…you know…what you told me not to do all day. Even when I really really wanted to.”
“Good. That is important for your testing. It is important that you have all your batteries fully charged.”
“They are, coach, believe me, they are. Really, really charged.” He paused. Then shyly, “Coach, is that a part of the testing?” He looked down at his crotch, “touching…you know…there? ‘Cause if it is,” he sounded braver now—a boy willing to be a man, “I’m ready.”
“I’m glad to hear that Nick, because it is an important part of the test. Football players have to have a lot of ability to control themselves, even in difficult situations—like when you’re on the bottom…of the pile.”
For an instant he broke character, a huge smile on his face. He regained control and very seriously said, “Then, let’s start the testing.”
“Ok, then. Stand still, while I take off your cleats. If I do it, it checks your balance.” He stood feet shoulder width apart, still holding his helmet while I slowly untied and loosened his laces, then slipped his shoes off his feet.
Next, I stood up, and took his helmet from him, placing it on the floor. I thought for a moment. “The first part of the test involves an inspection of your body…kind of like a physical, but it is to check muscles, and the way they work when you move. I wouldn’t want to test someone who wasn’t ready.”
“I understand. What do I have to do?”
“Follow my directions.” I reached down and undid the belt on his pants, then untied them I worked my hand down the outside, under the laces, to be sure they were really loose. As I did this, my hand was rubbing his cock through his pants, causing him to take short, gasping breaths. Next, I slid my hands up under his jersey, and untied the shoulder pads, loosening them. I brought my hands under them and felt the intense heat between the pads and the slick, sweaty, taught skin of his firm muscular pecs and upper chest. I pushed up, had him raise his arms, and worked his jersey and shoulder pads off his body. Immediately, I ran my fingers and hands all over the smooth, slick skin of his torso, marveling at the beautiful nipples (leaning forward to gently nibble and pinch each, followed by a lick or two). I had him raise his arms up, and flex his biceps. I felt those, squeezing, ran my fingers along the veins of his arms, enjoyed the wispy sensation of his soft hair on his forearms, and the feather-lite touch of his armpit hair on my nose as I gently licked.
I inhaled deeply…he was sweaty and smelled like an athlete-boy, but he’d also put on some kind of deodorant or body spray that really was a huge turn on. I couldn’t believe for the 100th time today that he was really mine—that he really wanted this.
Next, I had him turn around so I could admire his beautiful round perky ass in those tight pants. Then I told him to move his arms while I watched the muscles in his back contract in perfect harmony under his sexy tan skin. I couldn’t resist running my hands over his back, and pushing down a little on the tight football pants, then sliding my hand down over his ass, under his pants, but over the damp, slick fabric of the under armor. “Am I passing coach?”
“So far.” I pulled him over toward the couch, sat down and ran my hands down the front of his pants, unlacing the football pants. Each time I pulled a string out through a hole I gently squeezed his cock—each squeeze bringing a slight gasp of pleasure from him. “Is there a lot of this kind of touching, Coach? ‘Cause if there is, I’m ready to take it.”
A squeeze was his answer before I fully opened his pants I could clearly make out the engorged head of his cock trying to break through the sweaty red fabric. A huge wet splotch that clearly wasn’t sweat was right on the tip. I reached for his cock, and heard him inhale in anticipation.
Instead of touching it, though, I lowered my hands and felt his beautiful fuzzy hard calves. Slowly, I worked my hands up his legs and then grabbed the waistband of his pants, gently pulling them down. He stepped out of his pants, and my eyes slowly slid up his body along with my hands until I beheld him standing in only his socks and his under armor shorts. Those shorts were so tight that every line on his raging hard cock could be seen through them. I leaned forward, and sucked on the large precum wet spot, tasting it, running my tongue along it. Nick squeaked.
I next grabbed the waistband of the under armor and peeled the shorts down, running my fingers through his silky soft pubic bush, letting the waistband catch on the he head of his cock, and pulling it down until his magnificent cock came free, snapping against his stomach. Lower I peeled the shorts, past his muscular, lightly haired thighs, down his legs until he stepped out of them and was standing before me totally exposed, fully erect, wearing only black ankle socks, football equipment littering the room. I took in the beauty of his body. I had seen him naked several times now, but each time was breathtaking.
I raised my gaze up, taking in his body like he was a beautiful piece of art (which, in fact, he was), until I made eye contact with him. At this point, he dropped his gaze to his nakedness, and blushing, said in a hoarse quiet whisper, “I never thought you’d see me this way, coach. You can see I’ll do anything to pass your tests so I can play.”
“Yes, I see that. Pick up that blanket, and lay it over the pool table. Your test starts up there so I can make sure you know how position your body. We need the blanket ‘cause we wouldn’t want to stain the table, would we?”
Nick agreed that we didn’t, and did as he was told.
“Hop on up there, and get in a 3 point stance,” I ordered.
Nick complied, his muscles writhing under his taught skin. Quickly, he squatted down, leaned forward and put one hand on the table. I had him scoot back so that his ass stuck out over the edge. This would give me fantastic access.
I knew he was turned on when a huge streamer of precum slipped out the tip of his cock and drooled all the way down onto the blanket on the table. I was glad I’d thought to cover it up.
“You’re enjoying this test, aren’t you Nick?” I said rubbing his ass. “And that embarrasses you because you’re a jock-stud athlete who could have any girl but just wants to take this one test with his coach more than anything else in the world.”
There was no reply, just the sound of my hand rubbing his incredible bubble butt. Then, after about 5 seconds of silence came a whispered, almost ashamed sounding, “yes.”
“Good boy,” I said brushing my fingers along the shaft of his cock, bringing forth a huge moan from him. “Telling the truth will bring you rewards. Now, let’s check your position.”
I stepped back from him and took in the sight before me. Imagine if you will, a stud football player naked except for skin tight black ankle socks, in a 3 point stance, his muscles contracted like springs ready to explode his body over the line of scrimmage. I began to slide my hands over his body, up his sides, down his arm that was holding him up, over his back, around his ass, between his legs and up under his nuts so that my fingers brushed up against them, cupping and lightly touching them. Next, I slid my hands down his legs to his feet, tickling gently their high arches making him quiver. My fingers then ran over the rock hard calf muscles and through the fuzzy hair, (noting that he actually had veins popping out there as well as all up and down his forearms,) then back up his legs to until they tickled at the fuzz in his ass crack. Then I slid them back between his legs and around the very base of his cock, but his cock I would not touch.
By now, his body was beginning to shake with the strain of being in the 3 point stance. Still I kept him there telling him, “The first part of the test is to see how long you can stay in this position. The longer you stay, the more pleasure you’ll feel.” I leaned forward, spread his cheeks wide, and began to lick his ass ever so gently, drinking in his sweaty, salty, musky boy-stud odor. He moaned when my tongue first made contact with his hot, puckered hole as he trembled with pleasure and strain, releasing another streamer of precum. Still, I would not touch his cock. Between licks, I asked if he wanted me to. He said “yes,” and I told him that was nice, I wasn’t going to. Yet. Part of his test.
A minute later, I asked if he wanted to touch his cock. “Yes,” he whined. “Yes what?” I asked. “Yes please. Sir,” he added.
“Sorry, all part of the test.” I resumed licking his hole, and then, with my right hand began gently rubbing around the base of his cock, carelessly bumping and brushing it occasionally as I fingered his huge low-hanging nuts. Each touch brought forth an expectant moan of sheer pleasure. I lifted his nuts and could only imagine the size of the load that was building inside him.
Finally, the strain of being in the 3 point stance was too much and he collapsed forward.
“Eight minutes, not bad.”
“Do I pass?”
“So far. But that doesn’t mean you get to play or even have earned a reward. There is more testing. Eight minutes is now our benchmark. From now on, you have to last at least eight minutes at each exercise…except one. That one has to be less. For now, though, come join me on the couch. Sit on my lap.”
He did.
“I’m going to start touching your penis now, and you really have to show me some endurance. You may not ejaculate until you have permission to do so, is that understood?”
“Yes.”
“And I’m not going to give you permission during this test, is that understood?”
“Yes.”
“You may ask, though, if you think you can convince me. If you have an orgasm early, you won’t be able to play. You have to show me control.”
“I get it, coach.”
He sat down on my lap. I had him put his arms around my neck, and I told him to leave them there. I checked my watch, grabbed the lube, put some on his cock, and grabbed it. Slowly I pumped it, squeezing gently, about one stroke per second. “Eight minutes. No ejaculations.” He looked me in the eye, nodded as he bit his lower lip and leaned his head back, breathing hard, obviously in ecstasy. Soon a huge amount of precum covered my hand, and he began to pump his hips as he got into it. I didn’t vary my rhythm, I was going to make it hard for him to not cum. I wanted to see if he could do it.
About 5 minutes in, he looked me in the eye, a look of what could be considered painful pleasure on his face. Finally, at minute six, he said, “Coach, I know you said the rule was no, but may I please cum?”
I just stared at him for a second, then said, “No. I said you had to go more than 8 minutes to pass.” I quickened my strokes.
At this he cried out “Please Coach! I want to pass!” Now, with obvious strain in his voice, “Please coach, please slow down a little!” His legs began to shake a little and his ass clenched, so I relented a good bit, as I wanted him to pass the test. The change in pace and pressure helped and soon we were almost halfway through the seventh minute. At this, I sped things up a bit…He wouldn’t have a completely free ride. Soon his beautiful muscular torso was writhing in my arms, His head thrown back, his ass clenched, he was biting his lower lip. My watch showed one second past 8 minutes, and I let go of his cock.
Time seemed to stop. He was stretched out cock twitching, grimacing with obvious effort for control of a flood that wanted to come. One pearl white drop of semen came out the tip of his dick, but no more. He’d actually had an orgasm and not ejaculated. Soon he went limp in my arms, breathing hard. I broke character to tell him how impressed I was by his accomplishment, that I’d read you could do that in books, but never seen it done. His cock didn’t soften, either. Still out of character he told me that he was probably now more turned on than he had been all day, so cumming was still his primary goal. I told him it wasn’t mine, then slipped back into character.
“You know, Nick,” I said, “one important thing, besides being fast, is that you have to be able to keep your coach happy. My penis has been hard for awhile now. I’d like to have an orgasm. You have 8 minutes to give me one. If I don’t have one, the testing stops until tomorrow and you won’t be able to touch yourself for at least 24 hours. So get to work.”
For about a second, he paused, looking at me, still recovering trying to understand. When he realized that his only chance at an orgasm was to give me one before 8 minutes was up, he got to work.
Fortunately for him, I was so turned on, his task was easy. He ripped open my pants, pulled out my throbbing boner, and wrapped his sexy lips around it. When I felt his beard patch touch my nutsack, his nose in my pubes, I knew I’d never make 8 minutes. Masterfully he moved his mouth around my cock, sucking, licking, twirling his tongue, until I couldn’t contain it anymore. “Ohhh FUCK!” I shouted. “Ohhh Fuck!!! Don’t spill a drop!!!!” I let fly with a tremendous orgasm. Shot after shot I fired into his willing, eager mouth. As I looked, he only spilled a couple of drops out the sides of his mouth, and as my orgasm calmed, he quickly licked those up. Then he continued to suckle my cockhead until every drop was cleaned up.
“Did I pass?”
“With time to spare. Let’s take a break from testing.” He looked shocked. I pulled my pants up and fastened them. “Do you have anything to eat? It’s supper time, and I’m starved.” He smirked, realizing that I was really going to make him wait and reached for his shorts. “Oh, you don’t need those. A good player lets his coach see everything.”
He smiled again, and then said, “I have some leftover pizza in the fridge. Is that okay?”
”Sure.” He padded upstairs in only his socks, cock pointing the way. While he was there, I grabbed the shorts, sniffed in and loved his scent. I couldn’t get enough of it. Pretty soon, I saw him come back down the stairs, cock still pointing the way, with pizza on 2 plates. He gave me one, then went over to the fridge and got us each a Gatorade. When I’d finished, I said that we’d had enough of a break, and it was time to get back to testing. By now my cock was rock-hard again, and Nick’s had been all night.
I told him to stand in front of me again. He did, in his beautiful nakedness. I told him 8 minutes and 1 second of endurance, again, no orgasm. Then I slipped his cock into my mouth. I sucked gently, knowing how turned on my boy was, knowing how much he enjoyed being brought to the edge over and over before having that one mind-blowing orgasm. I reveled in the precum that oozed almost continually from the tip of his cock. I’d never seen anyone so turned on before. No matter how gently I sucked, though, he came closer and closer to the brink, his breathing going faster and faster, the moans, groans, squeaks and sounds emanating from him telling me he was quickly approaching a moment of bliss. I checked my watch, saw he’d made it, and pulled off. He was again trembling, but I congratulated him.
I heard him moan as I grabbed his cock and the lube, and led him to the pool table. “Hop up, on your back,” I instructed. He crawled up and lay down. I put my plans on hold for a second and took in his beauty one more time. Again I ran my hands over his body, denying myself for just a moment more before pulling my clothes off and climbing on the table with him. I lifted his legs into the air, and put them over my shoulders, his black socked feet on either side of my head. Next I lubed his ass and my cock, then said, “this test determines if you can take one for the team.” I looked him in the eye. He nodded, and I slowly penetrated his hole.
It felt as though I’d forgotten how tight and smooth his ass was, as it was such a tremendous sensation that it was almost overwhelming. I began slowly, then picked up speed humping faster and faster. I leaned down, kissed him, felt his kisses in return. I couldn’t believe how great my life was at this moment. It truly didn’t get any better than this. Finally, I got to the point where I couldn’t hold out any longer. With one final, tremendous thrust I came deep in his ass. Over and over my cock shot. Nick’s mouth clamped onto mine. Slowly, I deflated, my cock popping out of his ass. I rolled off him, spent, and saw his cock, so hard, a pool of wetness under the tip. Nick was smiling at me, knowing I was satisfied at the core of my being.
“Did I pass that test, Coach?” He asked innocently.
“Yes. One more to go. You’ll do the same to me as I just did to you. You have to go at least 8 minutes, though, or you fail so you’d better go slow.” He nodded earnestly, listening to my instructions. “After that, you have to show your coach that you can take over in a pinch, and you will control the pace. At that point, you are allowed to have an orgasm. Pull out though, because we have to check how far you shoot to see if you pass this final test. If you pass, you get a reward.”
Again he smiled, a naughty gleam in his eyes. “I can do that, coach.” He grabbed the lube, and got himself and me ready. He lifted my legs over his shoulders, then pressed in. For 8 blissful minutes he pumped slowly and gently, a look of pure pleasure on his face. He didn’t even break pace when he bent down to kiss me which was very often. Finally I said, “8 minutes are up.”
He kept going slow enjoying himself, denying himself. A couple of minutes later, his breathing began to quicken, and his body began to tense. He began going faster and faster, animal instinct taking over. He pumped and pumped each time faster, harder, more furiously. Finally he cried “UUUNNNGGGHHH!!!!!!” as he pulled out and a stream of jock-boy jizz flew up past my head, the trail landing across my face and chest. I didn’t have any time to recover before a second, stream flew by, followed by a third, a little less impressive on distance as it landed squarely on my face and didn’t fly by my head. He kept going and going, never touching his cock, shot after shot, his body shaking in a whole body-soul orgasm that focused every bit of athleticism and muscle in his body out through the tip of his penis. If we’d had a video camera we could have made a million dollars. Instead, it was a priceless moment for the two of us as he collapsed on top of me, kissing me deeply, licking his jizz off my face.
“Thank you. Thank you. This is just what I wanted. You read my mind. Oh, thank you. I love you so much, so much.”
“I love you too, Nick,” I replied, cuddling with him. “I’ll live out any fantasy like that you have.”
He grinned. “I’m a little…err…spent right now, but who knows what I’ll think of later. I take it you liked the black ankle socks?”
“Yeah. Way sexy.”
“I’ll have to figure out another prop to wear next time.”
I whispered something in his ear.
“I can do that, I have one, even.” He grinned, spent, tired. We listened, holding each other as thunder rumbled outside. He looked around, saw that he’d probably shot a significant part of his load a good foot past my head, smiled and said, “Wow. Good call on the blanket.” I raised my eyebrows in response, and then we kissed again. We broke our kiss smiling, and just held each other quietly, listening to the approaching storm.
Finally, he broke the silence. “Come on, let’s go upstairs. I need a shower, and you do too, after the one I gave you.” I laughed in response. “Plus, my parents have a big Jacuzzi tub.”
“That sounds like a good plan. Coach could use a soak. Plus, you passed, so you have your reward coming.”
As always, this is a work of fiction.
I hope you enjoy. If you do, please post a reply. It is nice to hear if people like the story.
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Part XII
I awoke early the next morning and watched Nick sleeping. Today he had a game, and I had to get back to work. Gently, I kissed him on the cheek, and got up to take a shower. I came back to my room, got dressed and watched as Nick slept. Suddenly, he rolled over, and the sheet pulled down his body exposing his perfect smooth, toned torso down past his wispy treasure trail to the top of his fuzzy pubic bush. His right arm was up over his head, the perfect tuft of armpit hair was fully exposed, his biceps rock hard even though he was totally relaxed. I grew hard watching him sleep, seeing him breathe in and out.
I couldn’t help myself. I walked over to the bed, leaned down and kissed him all the way down his body, noticing when I got down there that his cock was now fully awake under the sheets. I got to the sheet and reached out a hand to push it down, but suddenly he said, “I’d love that, but let’s wait until tonight. Tonight we can do whatever we want.” I looked at him, debated blowing him off, but then smiled and agreed.
“No touching yourself while I’m gone, then,” I said.
“You either,” he said as he rested his hand on the front of my pants, gently rubbing my hard-on. “Not even when I call to tell you I’m all hot, sweaty and shirtless mowing our lawns.”
My breath caught and my knees bent thinking of that sight. After all the rain, they needed it, and I was really sorry I’d miss the show. “I won’t be able to get any work done thinking about that.”
“Well, I’ll be embarrassed when people see me mowing with a hard-on thinking about how turned on you are under your desk.”
“Wear your red Under Armor shorts. They’ll hide your cock. Plus, you can give them to me later as a gift when they’re all sweaty.”
“Good idea,” he replied smiling. “I’ll get them ready for you.”
We kissed again, and then I said that I really had to go to work. One final kiss and I was out the door.
At work, I couldn’t stop thinking of Nick, and wasn’t helped when, about noon, I got the following text messages from him: “Under Armor and baggy khaki shorts no belt. Waistband and more showing. Really humid. So hot.” And a moment later, “Did you know sweat on a smooth chest is slick?”
All this time I’d been teasing him, but now he was teasing me, playing me like a fiddle. He knew what I liked and was going there over and over. My phone beeped again, and this time it was a photo with the caption “you can look but not touch, just like me,” of his stomach, sweat dripping down his abs onto the white waistband of his red under armor shorts. That waistband was about 3 inches above his khaki shorts which were so loose that I could see down them a little bit. I cursed the small size of the photo as precum oozed out of the head of my cock. Another photo arrived: this one a close-up of the waistband of his shorts, dark sweat splotching under the waistband, and his belly button with the perfect treasure trail sliding down his flat, toned stomach. And so it went. Every half hour or so until 3:00, he’d send me some sexy message or other.
At 3:00, my phone rang, and I took the call. I heard Nick’s sexy, not too high, not too low voice on the phone. He was calling to say that we were in a severe storm watch, and, because of that, the game had been cancelled. The experts were predicting a lot of rain. Rather than drive all the way to be rained out, the other team had postponed. Nick wanted to know what time I’d be home so that he could be ready. I told him about 5:30, and he told me how much he’d missed me all day, about how he’d been hard all day long and couldn’t wait for me to be there to touch him since I’d forbidden him from touching himself all day. And he said he had a surprise for me. But not to be there before 5:30, ‘cause he had to time it right.
“Timing is important,” I said.
“Yup,” he agreed. “Just ask any football player about timing and the importance of knowing the count. I gotta go. I love you. Touch you soon.” He hung up.
His last three words nearly sent me over the edge.
Finally, I got my cock to go down enough to go in to see my boss. It was the slow season and I asked if he minded if I took a few days of vacation. He said he didn’t mind at all, that I had saved way too many days and needed to get out of the office. He even guessed that was why I’d been sick this week.
I thanked him, and, at quitting time, got the hell out of dodge. I drove fast home, and arrived about 5:15, and then remembered that I couldn’t go until 5:30. My rock hard cock was throbbing now, in anticipation of whatever my sexy boy had planned for me. At 5:30, I pulled into my garage, parked my car and walked into my house shouting, “I’m home, let’s fuck!” But the house was quiet. I looked down and saw and envelope on the floor. I opened it up, and found a note and a photo.
“Coach,” the note said, “I’ve done just what you asked and worked out in all my pads. I did get really sweaty just like you said I would. I know you wanted to see me when I was done. Come over to my house. I’ll be there waiting for you.”
The picture was of the waist of football pants, hip pads sticking out on each side, and an under armor waistband peeking out over the top.
I think I actually ran next door. I was going to ring the bell when I saw a note on the door that said, “Coach-come on in.”
I threw open the door and went inside. The house was quiet, but there was another note that said, “Coach- take a seat on the couch in the family room downstairs.”
I didn’t need any more convincing. I almost started to run, but then realized that I had a role to play, too. So I slowly, confidently strode down the stairs to the family room, and sat on the couch.
This room had a huge television set, a couple of couches, a kitchenette, and a pool table. There was also a large bottle of lube on the table by the couch. I’d actually watched a couple of bowl games on it with Nick’s dad last year. Nick had been at a friend’s house—I’d been hoping to see him. I looked down and saw a note taped to the remote. “Turn on the DVD, coach; it is the highlight tape you wanted to see.”
I did, and was soon rewarded with play after play of Nick’s tremendous football talent. He made hard hits and leapt up high to catch the ball. There was no wonder why he was on the all-star team. When I’d seen these games live I never dreamed that I would be here about to do what I was about to do. Those were the nights I went home and jacked off dreaming this might happen.
After I’d seen about 5 minutes or so of highlights, I heard the scratching of cleats on the floor upstairs, then heard footsteps on the stairs coming down. Nick entered the room, dressed completely in his football uniform, all his pads and everything. Lucky he hadn’t taken his pads back to school yet. My breath caught in my throat as his well muscled, defined and veiny, arms raised up, he grabbed his helmet, and pulled it from his head. His sweaty hair fell in clumps on his forehead as he tucked the helmet under his arm.
He stood before me, my glorious athletic boy, sweat dripping down his forehead, over his cheeks and the eyeblack under his eyes. A sheen of sweat glistened on his arms and also on his lower legs. The hair there was light and fuzzy as ever, but some hairs were matted down as drops of sweat ran down his legs. “Are those the highlights you wanted to see?” he asked.
“Err…yes. They’re great, thanks. I’ve always been impressed watching you play.”
“Thanks.” He took the facemask of his helmet in his left hand and let it hang to his side, standing before me casually. With his right hand, he slid his had up his sweat-shined stomach, exposing his sexy belly button, tight abs, and his sexy V with its treasure trail leading into his under armor shorts. “Was there anything else you wanted to see?” he asked. “You mentioned something about testing my stamina, my endurance. A very personal test, you said, always done in private, but one that all good football players want to work on passing.”
“Yes,” I said thinking fast, wanting to play along, “it is an important test of endurance, of how much you can take…and give.”
Nick smiled, obviously pleased that I’d joined him in his fantasy. “Well, coach, I’m ready. I worked out just like you said, and I even haven’t…you know…what you told me not to do all day. Even when I really really wanted to.”
“Good. That is important for your testing. It is important that you have all your batteries fully charged.”
“They are, coach, believe me, they are. Really, really charged.” He paused. Then shyly, “Coach, is that a part of the testing?” He looked down at his crotch, “touching…you know…there? ‘Cause if it is,” he sounded braver now—a boy willing to be a man, “I’m ready.”
“I’m glad to hear that Nick, because it is an important part of the test. Football players have to have a lot of ability to control themselves, even in difficult situations—like when you’re on the bottom…of the pile.”
For an instant he broke character, a huge smile on his face. He regained control and very seriously said, “Then, let’s start the testing.”
“Ok, then. Stand still, while I take off your cleats. If I do it, it checks your balance.” He stood feet shoulder width apart, still holding his helmet while I slowly untied and loosened his laces, then slipped his shoes off his feet.
Next, I stood up, and took his helmet from him, placing it on the floor. I thought for a moment. “The first part of the test involves an inspection of your body…kind of like a physical, but it is to check muscles, and the way they work when you move. I wouldn’t want to test someone who wasn’t ready.”
“I understand. What do I have to do?”
“Follow my directions.” I reached down and undid the belt on his pants, then untied them I worked my hand down the outside, under the laces, to be sure they were really loose. As I did this, my hand was rubbing his cock through his pants, causing him to take short, gasping breaths. Next, I slid my hands up under his jersey, and untied the shoulder pads, loosening them. I brought my hands under them and felt the intense heat between the pads and the slick, sweaty, taught skin of his firm muscular pecs and upper chest. I pushed up, had him raise his arms, and worked his jersey and shoulder pads off his body. Immediately, I ran my fingers and hands all over the smooth, slick skin of his torso, marveling at the beautiful nipples (leaning forward to gently nibble and pinch each, followed by a lick or two). I had him raise his arms up, and flex his biceps. I felt those, squeezing, ran my fingers along the veins of his arms, enjoyed the wispy sensation of his soft hair on his forearms, and the feather-lite touch of his armpit hair on my nose as I gently licked.
I inhaled deeply…he was sweaty and smelled like an athlete-boy, but he’d also put on some kind of deodorant or body spray that really was a huge turn on. I couldn’t believe for the 100th time today that he was really mine—that he really wanted this.
Next, I had him turn around so I could admire his beautiful round perky ass in those tight pants. Then I told him to move his arms while I watched the muscles in his back contract in perfect harmony under his sexy tan skin. I couldn’t resist running my hands over his back, and pushing down a little on the tight football pants, then sliding my hand down over his ass, under his pants, but over the damp, slick fabric of the under armor. “Am I passing coach?”
“So far.” I pulled him over toward the couch, sat down and ran my hands down the front of his pants, unlacing the football pants. Each time I pulled a string out through a hole I gently squeezed his cock—each squeeze bringing a slight gasp of pleasure from him. “Is there a lot of this kind of touching, Coach? ‘Cause if there is, I’m ready to take it.”
A squeeze was his answer before I fully opened his pants I could clearly make out the engorged head of his cock trying to break through the sweaty red fabric. A huge wet splotch that clearly wasn’t sweat was right on the tip. I reached for his cock, and heard him inhale in anticipation.
Instead of touching it, though, I lowered my hands and felt his beautiful fuzzy hard calves. Slowly, I worked my hands up his legs and then grabbed the waistband of his pants, gently pulling them down. He stepped out of his pants, and my eyes slowly slid up his body along with my hands until I beheld him standing in only his socks and his under armor shorts. Those shorts were so tight that every line on his raging hard cock could be seen through them. I leaned forward, and sucked on the large precum wet spot, tasting it, running my tongue along it. Nick squeaked.
I next grabbed the waistband of the under armor and peeled the shorts down, running my fingers through his silky soft pubic bush, letting the waistband catch on the he head of his cock, and pulling it down until his magnificent cock came free, snapping against his stomach. Lower I peeled the shorts, past his muscular, lightly haired thighs, down his legs until he stepped out of them and was standing before me totally exposed, fully erect, wearing only black ankle socks, football equipment littering the room. I took in the beauty of his body. I had seen him naked several times now, but each time was breathtaking.
I raised my gaze up, taking in his body like he was a beautiful piece of art (which, in fact, he was), until I made eye contact with him. At this point, he dropped his gaze to his nakedness, and blushing, said in a hoarse quiet whisper, “I never thought you’d see me this way, coach. You can see I’ll do anything to pass your tests so I can play.”
“Yes, I see that. Pick up that blanket, and lay it over the pool table. Your test starts up there so I can make sure you know how position your body. We need the blanket ‘cause we wouldn’t want to stain the table, would we?”
Nick agreed that we didn’t, and did as he was told.
“Hop on up there, and get in a 3 point stance,” I ordered.
Nick complied, his muscles writhing under his taught skin. Quickly, he squatted down, leaned forward and put one hand on the table. I had him scoot back so that his ass stuck out over the edge. This would give me fantastic access.
I knew he was turned on when a huge streamer of precum slipped out the tip of his cock and drooled all the way down onto the blanket on the table. I was glad I’d thought to cover it up.
“You’re enjoying this test, aren’t you Nick?” I said rubbing his ass. “And that embarrasses you because you’re a jock-stud athlete who could have any girl but just wants to take this one test with his coach more than anything else in the world.”
There was no reply, just the sound of my hand rubbing his incredible bubble butt. Then, after about 5 seconds of silence came a whispered, almost ashamed sounding, “yes.”
“Good boy,” I said brushing my fingers along the shaft of his cock, bringing forth a huge moan from him. “Telling the truth will bring you rewards. Now, let’s check your position.”
I stepped back from him and took in the sight before me. Imagine if you will, a stud football player naked except for skin tight black ankle socks, in a 3 point stance, his muscles contracted like springs ready to explode his body over the line of scrimmage. I began to slide my hands over his body, up his sides, down his arm that was holding him up, over his back, around his ass, between his legs and up under his nuts so that my fingers brushed up against them, cupping and lightly touching them. Next, I slid my hands down his legs to his feet, tickling gently their high arches making him quiver. My fingers then ran over the rock hard calf muscles and through the fuzzy hair, (noting that he actually had veins popping out there as well as all up and down his forearms,) then back up his legs to until they tickled at the fuzz in his ass crack. Then I slid them back between his legs and around the very base of his cock, but his cock I would not touch.
By now, his body was beginning to shake with the strain of being in the 3 point stance. Still I kept him there telling him, “The first part of the test is to see how long you can stay in this position. The longer you stay, the more pleasure you’ll feel.” I leaned forward, spread his cheeks wide, and began to lick his ass ever so gently, drinking in his sweaty, salty, musky boy-stud odor. He moaned when my tongue first made contact with his hot, puckered hole as he trembled with pleasure and strain, releasing another streamer of precum. Still, I would not touch his cock. Between licks, I asked if he wanted me to. He said “yes,” and I told him that was nice, I wasn’t going to. Yet. Part of his test.
A minute later, I asked if he wanted to touch his cock. “Yes,” he whined. “Yes what?” I asked. “Yes please. Sir,” he added.
“Sorry, all part of the test.” I resumed licking his hole, and then, with my right hand began gently rubbing around the base of his cock, carelessly bumping and brushing it occasionally as I fingered his huge low-hanging nuts. Each touch brought forth an expectant moan of sheer pleasure. I lifted his nuts and could only imagine the size of the load that was building inside him.
Finally, the strain of being in the 3 point stance was too much and he collapsed forward.
“Eight minutes, not bad.”
“Do I pass?”
“So far. But that doesn’t mean you get to play or even have earned a reward. There is more testing. Eight minutes is now our benchmark. From now on, you have to last at least eight minutes at each exercise…except one. That one has to be less. For now, though, come join me on the couch. Sit on my lap.”
He did.
“I’m going to start touching your penis now, and you really have to show me some endurance. You may not ejaculate until you have permission to do so, is that understood?”
“Yes.”
“And I’m not going to give you permission during this test, is that understood?”
“Yes.”
“You may ask, though, if you think you can convince me. If you have an orgasm early, you won’t be able to play. You have to show me control.”
“I get it, coach.”
He sat down on my lap. I had him put his arms around my neck, and I told him to leave them there. I checked my watch, grabbed the lube, put some on his cock, and grabbed it. Slowly I pumped it, squeezing gently, about one stroke per second. “Eight minutes. No ejaculations.” He looked me in the eye, nodded as he bit his lower lip and leaned his head back, breathing hard, obviously in ecstasy. Soon a huge amount of precum covered my hand, and he began to pump his hips as he got into it. I didn’t vary my rhythm, I was going to make it hard for him to not cum. I wanted to see if he could do it.
About 5 minutes in, he looked me in the eye, a look of what could be considered painful pleasure on his face. Finally, at minute six, he said, “Coach, I know you said the rule was no, but may I please cum?”
I just stared at him for a second, then said, “No. I said you had to go more than 8 minutes to pass.” I quickened my strokes.
At this he cried out “Please Coach! I want to pass!” Now, with obvious strain in his voice, “Please coach, please slow down a little!” His legs began to shake a little and his ass clenched, so I relented a good bit, as I wanted him to pass the test. The change in pace and pressure helped and soon we were almost halfway through the seventh minute. At this, I sped things up a bit…He wouldn’t have a completely free ride. Soon his beautiful muscular torso was writhing in my arms, His head thrown back, his ass clenched, he was biting his lower lip. My watch showed one second past 8 minutes, and I let go of his cock.
Time seemed to stop. He was stretched out cock twitching, grimacing with obvious effort for control of a flood that wanted to come. One pearl white drop of semen came out the tip of his dick, but no more. He’d actually had an orgasm and not ejaculated. Soon he went limp in my arms, breathing hard. I broke character to tell him how impressed I was by his accomplishment, that I’d read you could do that in books, but never seen it done. His cock didn’t soften, either. Still out of character he told me that he was probably now more turned on than he had been all day, so cumming was still his primary goal. I told him it wasn’t mine, then slipped back into character.
“You know, Nick,” I said, “one important thing, besides being fast, is that you have to be able to keep your coach happy. My penis has been hard for awhile now. I’d like to have an orgasm. You have 8 minutes to give me one. If I don’t have one, the testing stops until tomorrow and you won’t be able to touch yourself for at least 24 hours. So get to work.”
For about a second, he paused, looking at me, still recovering trying to understand. When he realized that his only chance at an orgasm was to give me one before 8 minutes was up, he got to work.
Fortunately for him, I was so turned on, his task was easy. He ripped open my pants, pulled out my throbbing boner, and wrapped his sexy lips around it. When I felt his beard patch touch my nutsack, his nose in my pubes, I knew I’d never make 8 minutes. Masterfully he moved his mouth around my cock, sucking, licking, twirling his tongue, until I couldn’t contain it anymore. “Ohhh FUCK!” I shouted. “Ohhh Fuck!!! Don’t spill a drop!!!!” I let fly with a tremendous orgasm. Shot after shot I fired into his willing, eager mouth. As I looked, he only spilled a couple of drops out the sides of his mouth, and as my orgasm calmed, he quickly licked those up. Then he continued to suckle my cockhead until every drop was cleaned up.
“Did I pass?”
“With time to spare. Let’s take a break from testing.” He looked shocked. I pulled my pants up and fastened them. “Do you have anything to eat? It’s supper time, and I’m starved.” He smirked, realizing that I was really going to make him wait and reached for his shorts. “Oh, you don’t need those. A good player lets his coach see everything.”
He smiled again, and then said, “I have some leftover pizza in the fridge. Is that okay?”
”Sure.” He padded upstairs in only his socks, cock pointing the way. While he was there, I grabbed the shorts, sniffed in and loved his scent. I couldn’t get enough of it. Pretty soon, I saw him come back down the stairs, cock still pointing the way, with pizza on 2 plates. He gave me one, then went over to the fridge and got us each a Gatorade. When I’d finished, I said that we’d had enough of a break, and it was time to get back to testing. By now my cock was rock-hard again, and Nick’s had been all night.
I told him to stand in front of me again. He did, in his beautiful nakedness. I told him 8 minutes and 1 second of endurance, again, no orgasm. Then I slipped his cock into my mouth. I sucked gently, knowing how turned on my boy was, knowing how much he enjoyed being brought to the edge over and over before having that one mind-blowing orgasm. I reveled in the precum that oozed almost continually from the tip of his cock. I’d never seen anyone so turned on before. No matter how gently I sucked, though, he came closer and closer to the brink, his breathing going faster and faster, the moans, groans, squeaks and sounds emanating from him telling me he was quickly approaching a moment of bliss. I checked my watch, saw he’d made it, and pulled off. He was again trembling, but I congratulated him.
I heard him moan as I grabbed his cock and the lube, and led him to the pool table. “Hop up, on your back,” I instructed. He crawled up and lay down. I put my plans on hold for a second and took in his beauty one more time. Again I ran my hands over his body, denying myself for just a moment more before pulling my clothes off and climbing on the table with him. I lifted his legs into the air, and put them over my shoulders, his black socked feet on either side of my head. Next I lubed his ass and my cock, then said, “this test determines if you can take one for the team.” I looked him in the eye. He nodded, and I slowly penetrated his hole.
It felt as though I’d forgotten how tight and smooth his ass was, as it was such a tremendous sensation that it was almost overwhelming. I began slowly, then picked up speed humping faster and faster. I leaned down, kissed him, felt his kisses in return. I couldn’t believe how great my life was at this moment. It truly didn’t get any better than this. Finally, I got to the point where I couldn’t hold out any longer. With one final, tremendous thrust I came deep in his ass. Over and over my cock shot. Nick’s mouth clamped onto mine. Slowly, I deflated, my cock popping out of his ass. I rolled off him, spent, and saw his cock, so hard, a pool of wetness under the tip. Nick was smiling at me, knowing I was satisfied at the core of my being.
“Did I pass that test, Coach?” He asked innocently.
“Yes. One more to go. You’ll do the same to me as I just did to you. You have to go at least 8 minutes, though, or you fail so you’d better go slow.” He nodded earnestly, listening to my instructions. “After that, you have to show your coach that you can take over in a pinch, and you will control the pace. At that point, you are allowed to have an orgasm. Pull out though, because we have to check how far you shoot to see if you pass this final test. If you pass, you get a reward.”
Again he smiled, a naughty gleam in his eyes. “I can do that, coach.” He grabbed the lube, and got himself and me ready. He lifted my legs over his shoulders, then pressed in. For 8 blissful minutes he pumped slowly and gently, a look of pure pleasure on his face. He didn’t even break pace when he bent down to kiss me which was very often. Finally I said, “8 minutes are up.”
He kept going slow enjoying himself, denying himself. A couple of minutes later, his breathing began to quicken, and his body began to tense. He began going faster and faster, animal instinct taking over. He pumped and pumped each time faster, harder, more furiously. Finally he cried “UUUNNNGGGHHH!!!!!!” as he pulled out and a stream of jock-boy jizz flew up past my head, the trail landing across my face and chest. I didn’t have any time to recover before a second, stream flew by, followed by a third, a little less impressive on distance as it landed squarely on my face and didn’t fly by my head. He kept going and going, never touching his cock, shot after shot, his body shaking in a whole body-soul orgasm that focused every bit of athleticism and muscle in his body out through the tip of his penis. If we’d had a video camera we could have made a million dollars. Instead, it was a priceless moment for the two of us as he collapsed on top of me, kissing me deeply, licking his jizz off my face.
“Thank you. Thank you. This is just what I wanted. You read my mind. Oh, thank you. I love you so much, so much.”
“I love you too, Nick,” I replied, cuddling with him. “I’ll live out any fantasy like that you have.”
He grinned. “I’m a little…err…spent right now, but who knows what I’ll think of later. I take it you liked the black ankle socks?”
“Yeah. Way sexy.”
“I’ll have to figure out another prop to wear next time.”
I whispered something in his ear.
“I can do that, I have one, even.” He grinned, spent, tired. We listened, holding each other as thunder rumbled outside. He looked around, saw that he’d probably shot a significant part of his load a good foot past my head, smiled and said, “Wow. Good call on the blanket.” I raised my eyebrows in response, and then we kissed again. We broke our kiss smiling, and just held each other quietly, listening to the approaching storm.
Finally, he broke the silence. “Come on, let’s go upstairs. I need a shower, and you do too, after the one I gave you.” I laughed in response. “Plus, my parents have a big Jacuzzi tub.”
“That sounds like a good plan. Coach could use a soak. Plus, you passed, so you have your reward coming.”
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Words....words written in sentences cannot describe the eroticism of this story. You, my friend, are an excellent author and I applaud your efforts. 
Hell, I bow, curtsey and lay down in the presence of your talent. 
Keep writing, no matter what anyone says. Amazing. 
Hell, I bow, curtsey and lay down in the presence of your talent. Keep writing, no matter what anyone says. Amazing.