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Did It For The Team

By: guyinspeedos



I have no idea how it all happened, and it all went down so fast that it was pretty much a blur, but it was just the beginning of a long year of service. I had tried out for the college swim team and remarkably made it as a walk on as a 19 year old freshman. I had been pretty successful in high school but at college I thought about only focusing on my academics during the first year, but when I saw a flier for the open try outs, I figured I would give it a try. 

There were about 15 guys who tried out and 5 of us made it. After the try outs, the team captains, both seniors, came over to us and congratulated us and welcomed us to the team. Kent was a tall, dark haired guy with a great physique and dark brown eyes and Jason was a dirty blonde with brown eyes and a ripped physique as well. Both sported orange and black speedos, which they wore quite well. They were the best swimmers on the team and obviously were the head honchos as captain. They complemented my suit, a grey and black suit with white stripes on it. I thanked them, telling them it was my lucky suit. Kent said something that he was sure it would bring me luck, and dove back into the pool. Practices were every day for about 4 hours and both Kent and Jason were always friendly and supportive any time we spoke. 

After about two weeks Jason told me they were having a get together at their place to welcome the new swimmers to the team. They had a nice apartment off campus with a pool and hot tub; I was very impressed. Jason and Kent were roommates with two other senior guy swimmers who were gone for the weekend. So they had the whole place to themselves they said. They also had a steady flow of alcohol, which for a freshman is like they Holy Grail. We had been drinking and hanging out in our speedos after hanging at the pool all evening. It was about 1:00 am and the party started breaking up, and Kent said that he would drive me back to campus afterwards. As the other people left and said goodbye, while I hung out by the pool, enjoying the hot September evening and feeling pretty relaxed. 

There was one other guy, Dave, a sophomore from my floor, who was on his second year on the team and he came over and we were chatting a bit. He was a nice guy, well built, Italian, masculine and pretty much the same size and build as me. I asked him how he liked the team and how the guys were, and he mentioned how Kent and Jason were really cool and helped him out a lot with the team and all. So, we would up inside and were chilling on the couch when Kent told me that he was glad I made the team, that my talent would help the team that year and that he knew I would fit in well. I was very appreciative about his compliments, after all a senior wouldn't normally pay any mind to a freshman. Jason had mentioned that Dave had really done well for the team and really was a team player and was there for the team especially for them when they needed him. And they said both said they hoped I would turn out to be just like Dave. I said I would try my best. Kent said that's what they expected, making eye contact with me as he said it. Naively, I did not realize what was in store. 

We all settled onto the couch, Dave and Jason on one side of the sectional, me, I the middle of it and Kent on the lounge part of it. After some talk about the team's success last year, Jason alluded to the fact that some of the sophomores and freshmen serviced the captains regularly as a rite of passage, and that Dave had been one excellent team player. I was totally blown away by this, but before I could register what was going on Jason said, "Show him." Dave dropped to his knees on command, clad in his black speedo, and within a minute had Jason's cock buried down his throat. I couldn't believe it! Jason then put his hand on his head and settled him into a steady rhythm of sucking his prick. Dave did this without any saying a word; it was obvious he had done this before. I was shocked about this crazy turn of events, never expecting it in a million years, yet I couldn't look away. 

Meanwhile Kent turned to me with a huge grin on his face a second was out of his speedo - his dick was huge and hard! I all of a sudden wanted to run, but my legs would not move. In a flash he also grabbed my hand and pulled it over to his huge dick and moved it up and down. This dude was making me give him a hand job! I was freaked out but his hand held mine hard enough that I couldn't pull away. He was lightly touching my cock thru my speedo with the two of his fingers ever so lightly which of course made a huge tent in my speedo. I felt a little embarrassed because of both things, giving a hand job and pitching a tent in my speedos. Kent didn't seem fazed and just said, "Nice man, just relax, it's cool, just help me out." A million things were flying through my brain but I was still shocked by the size and smoothness of his cock. I had never seen another dude's prick up close, yet Kent hand was firmly on mine moving it up and down in a steady smooth motion. Kent started rubbing my back also, which for the moment took my mind of this crazy hand job.

A minute later I felt a hand on my neck and was being guided down towards his cock. Kent, "Do for me what Dave is doing for Jason, come on dude." That was just crazy; I was not gay. 

"Join the club, this is an exclusive limited offer," snickered Jason from the other side of the couch. Dave was completely under his control, so much that Jason didn't even have a hand on his neck or back. Dave moved up and down on his prick with the ease of a well-trained cocksucker. He occasionally would let out some moans but they were muffled by the huge dick in his face.

I really did try to stop the downward motion and pull away, but Kent was very strong and insistent. He rubbed my cock again more firmly which I guess distracted me and he repeated more insistently, "Just do it man just do it." There was about two inches left to reach his dick and I tried to utter the words, "I can't." With my opening of my mouth to speak, Kent took full advantage of the opportunity and pushed me closer to his huge cockhead and smeared his precum on my lips. My mouth involuntarily opened and I got a taste of precum in my mouth. A different taste, but not unpleasant was the bizarre thing I thought. 

Then the downward pressure continued till I had about 5 inches in my mouth. His other hand was on my upper back rubbing my shoulders but I am sure it was also there to prevent me from getting up and he had a pretty strong grip on me. There was no way I could have gotten up. All the while he was saying encouraging things, like, "Go for it man," and "You're a great bud," and "This is so fucking hot, you look so hot." At this point I couldn't even speak as I had his huge cock suddenly buried in my throat. Kent held me down on it for a few seconds to get me used to it or to establish dominance I guess, but before I could register this he pulled me up and pushed me down and I realized I was now doing exactly what Dave was doing to Jason and being settled into a slow and steady rhythm of servicing his cock. And all you could hear were the sounds of Dave and me sucking dick and the satisfied moans of both swim captains as they were being completely serviced. It must have been quite a sight; two swimmers in black and grey speedos with their faces in the crotches of the two team captains who kicked back on the couch and watched their underclassmen teammates go to work.

My mind also ceased to think at this point. I don't know why, but there was no more resistance or thoughts of any kind in my head; I was just being moved up and down his big dick mindlessly which was pretty much what Kent wanted. I did this for about 5 minutes. It felt pretty easy and very natural. He must have trained me well because after 5 minutes, he took his hand off my head and I continued bobbing up and down on my own power. He sat back and laced his hands behind his neck while he watched me at work. He told me I was the world's newest cocksucker. Jason also chimed in that I looked like a natural. I mouthed something back but it came out as a garbled sentence because I was pretty much filled to capacity with this enormous dick, which I had managed to take almost all the way down to the base with just 10 minutes of "training". 

I realized and found out later that Kent always picked out one new guy on the team each season and zeroed on him. He also told me later that none of them refused him and he had made every single one of them into an expert sucker within 10 minutes. Some people might question how something like this could happen, because I never thought I would do something like this. I would say to any guy to "never say never" because within 10 minutes I became a cocksucker. Kent was the kind of guy who always got what he wanted; he was confident, carried himself well, was good looking and built and nice enough that you wouldn't want to say no to him. 

Eventually I was moved to my knees with Kent's cock still in my mouth. Kent moved forward and now held both sides of my head. Dave was about 5 feet away, on his knees as well, expertly working on Jason's dick. So now both cocksuckers (by this time that's what I was) were on their knees between the captain's open legs with their mouths stretched out on the captain's stiff pricks. Dave let out a few moan as he polished Jason's knob, and seemed to know how to exactly please Jason. I heard Jason's moaning get louder and he whispered that he was about to cum, and he grunted as he rose of the couch a little. He suddenly stiffened and began to shoot into Dave's mouth. I couldn't look up because Kent was holding my head down again to get me all the way down on his dick. I was drooling all over his cock and it was so slick with my spit that it went down so easily. Dave didn't move off of Jason's cock so I knew he swallowed the cum because he moaned as Jason came in his mouth and I could hear the gulping sounds he made as he took that load into his gut. 

Kent must have gotten turned on by watching the co-captain feed a load of sperm to Dave because I also felt a rush of precum into my mouth and his head swelled up in my mouth. Now Kent had moved his hands to one hand behind and one hand on top of my head and held me tightly as I continued to bob up and down on it like a mindless drone. He was encouraging and telling me how hot it was and how he wanted to take his cum just like Dave did for Jason. I was so far gone in this that even if I had any objection about not taking his load, it wouldn't have mattered because: a) I couldn't pull off with his vicelike grip, b) I didn't want to look like I wasn't man enough to do what Dave did and c) I looked up at Kent's eyes and the way they looked at me sealed the deal: they were authoritative yet they begged for me to do it. 

Kent's breathing got a little ragged and his leg muscles tensed up. Within 3 seconds, I felt 4 hot blasts of cum in my mouth, and they were HUGE. "Take it man, do it," were Kent's words, which seemed more like an order than a request. I kept swallowing because I didn't know how much I would deal with. His cum was a little salty, a little tangy and gooey, but not unpleasant. Another two blasts came and went pretty much right down my throat. He waited about 10 seconds and after he was done, and he pulled out my mouth. I had just sucked a dick and swallowed a load on my first try. I kinda felt a little weird, but the other three told me that I was a stud for doing it and took it like a man. Kent said I was a pro already and he was really proud of me. He kept rubbing my shoulders and back. Like a fool believed all of it. 

But there was no denying that Kent had made me into a cocksucker and he and Jason were already telling us when they wanted us to come by again. From the sound of it, I surmised that this would continue for the rest of the year. And I also knew I would do it because I wanted to be a part of the team, and didn't want to let Kent down. I guess that was what it meant to be on the team, doing your part for the rest without questioning. I would up servicing Kent for pretty much the whole season. I sucked off Kent at least 40 times and eventually Jason about 20. Those went down in a few crazy ways, but those are stories for another day. I was treated really well and got to swim in the big meets and was in all the upperclassmen activities. Kent told me it was our secret and that I could tell no one else. As far as I knew, Dave and I were the only cocksuckers that season, because we were kept very busy. I had a great season too, must have been all that extra protein! 

Did It For The Team Ch. 02



Mike learns that the first time wasn't a fluke


The drive back to campus was a little uncomfortable. I didn't really say anything for the first 5 minutes. Dave and I were sitting in the back and Kent was driving. Kent was the first to break the tomblike silence that hung in the air.

"You're awfully quiet Mike, you okay?" asked Kent. 

"Yeah, I'm just a little tired."

"I bet you're a little freaked out by what just happened, right?"

"Yeah, to say the least." 

"I know what's going through your mind. It doesn't make you gay; tons of guys do this for their buds and teammates. Just think of it as your contribution to the team. You really showed your loyalty tonight, Mike, and your willingness to put the team first. I won't forget that. Plus I think you did kinda liked it," he said with a smirk. 

Dave chimed in. "Well, I saw you were packing some wood in that speedo while you were sucking off Kent, and it was definitely stretched beyond capacity. So I know you must have been turned on."

I thought for a moment and looked for a way to rebut it. "Well, Kent was rubbing my junk and with a suit like that, you know any friction against it is enough to fill the whole thing up. I couldn't help it." 

Kent laughed. "True, but I'm pretty sure you also enjoyed it. You're the kind of guy that is on the fence - you wouldn't go out seeking a dick to suck, but I had a feeling when I first met you that you just needed a push. A push of my cock buried in your throat. He laughed a little. "Some guys need just a little encouragement, while others I had to get a little more physical with. But they all eventually saw things my way."

"And there is only one way, Kent's," added Dave. It was pretty obvious Kent had Dave trained physically and mentally.

"He's right Mike, you submitted after a few minutes. Not that you're a pussy, because you aren't. Far from it. You're just one of those nice guys who doesn't like to disappoint anyone. And that's a great quality to have. Granted, you weren't getting out of that room without a load in your stomach; that was already predetermined. Dave knew that you were going to become a cocksucker that night also, and was cool enough to make sure you came to our get together."

He and Dave both laughed. I didn't see the humor of all of this. 

Dave pushed my shoulder. "Relax Mike, were all buddies here, and I did the same thing last year. You and I just blew the two most powerful and best looking dudes on the team. Trust me, from the looks they get from the rest of the team, there are plenty of dudes who would love to be in your place- I mean, position," he added with a laugh.

I broke my silence. "I don't know. It was all a bit weird. Unexpected. And certainly something I never expected to do. I've only been at college less than a month and already I've done this. I didn't have time to even say no. " 

Kent stopped the car. "Dave, you drive," he said. "I need to have a little chat with Mike." 

With that Dave got out and suddenly Kent was sitting next to me in the back of the car. I was confused why he all of sudden he moved to the back. Dave glanced through the rear view mirror before we started moving again.

"I'll prove to you that you liked it. And I'll prove to you that you want to do it again."

He spoke with such confidence and conviction that I found it pretty hard to even try disagreeing with him. He pulled my shorts down. My grey speedo was stretched beyond capacity and there was clearly a wet spot on it. 

"See? Just talking about this has you hot and bothered. I'm in the same boat," he added. 

His pulled his shorts down and his blue and red speedo was in the same state, tented and with a huge wet precum spot all over the front. He pulled those down to his ankles and his huge member sprung forward. All eight inches in their full glory silhouetted against the night. It looked even bigger than before. His hand hooked around my neck and he pulled me towards his dick. All I said was, "Not again," but he said, "Yes, again," and continued the pulling motion. I tried to stop his forward motion, but he was just too strong. His crotch was emanating heat and I could feel it as my face got closer to it. His whole member pulsated. His hand went to the back of my head and I felt all five of his fingers spread in my hair as my downward journey continued. "Open up," was all he said. I obeyed. 

His slick precum hit my tongue and his rock hard prick continued its entry into my mouth. It was spongy, rock hard and even bigger than a few hours ago. 

"There you go, see? No need to deny it or put up a fight for show, Mike. You're a natural and you're right where you need to be, face down in my crotch, right?"

"Mmmm hhhmph," was all I could say.

"Sorry, Mike can't really understand you, but it is oh so hot when you try to talk and I can feel the vibrations on my cock." 

I was about six inches down when his downward pressure continued until he had another full inch or so buried in my mouth. He gave one last thrust and I was suddenly flush with his pubes. I felt like I was running out of air and felt a gag coming on, but he quickly picked me up and I sucked in air through my nose.

"Dude," he screamed out to Dave, "he just deep throated me."

"Way to go Mike, I knew you would learn fast enough," said Dave from the front seat. 

I tried to say thanks, but it was a muffled utterance which again produced a vibration on Kent's cock, which made him moan. Kent moved me up and down like he had a few hours ago and I pretty much got down to his pubes on every downward swallow. Incredibly I didn't gag. I also realized when we hit a bump in the road, it actually drove Kent's dick further down my throat. We hit one manhole cover and I pretty much kissed Kent's balls. Kent just kept his hand on my head but not in a vice like grip as before. 

"See, I don't even need to force you anymore, you know the job you need to do." Kent's words slipped into my brain, and it reinforced the dynamic between us. This guy knew how to take the fight and doubt out of my mind. I kept moving up and down and Kent reached down to feel my hard dick through my suit. I moaned on his cock, which got a reaction out of him. I felt his dick jump a little in my throat and some precum leaked out. I got to taste that on the way up. It was a familiar taste from a few hours ago. Kent pulled my head off his saliva covered dick and called out to Dave.

"He's rock fucking hard, Dave. And he's about as big as me! Looks like we have another hung Italian on the team! And more proof he is enjoying his job today. Dave, why don't you come back here and show our newest cocksucker a little team appreciation?

The car came to a stop, and Dave turned off the car. He parked behind an abandoned building near campus. I started to question what was going on but Kent simply shut me up by pushing his large member back into my wet mouth. Dave got out while I continued servicing Kent's engorged dick, which was pretty much hitting the back off my throat on each trip down. I also tried to give some extra attention to the bulbous cockhead, because Kent seemed to like that. That of course would made him leak out a few drops of precum, the taste of which I had grown accustomed to and actually began to like. 

Dave got in the back and sat next to me. I was lying horizontally by now. He pulled my suit down and in one swoop took my cock down to the base. His soft mouth enveloped my cock and easily expanded to get my wide dick inside his throat. I thought to myself that he must be part boa constrictor because he took my entire eight inches down without even flinching. No girl I had ever dated could take me down to the base, and Dave did it in two seconds. He starting showing the stellar oral skills he seemed to already be known for. 

My mind was spinning now and it was hard to focus on my job with this expert head I was now receiving. I also was moaning from the attention of Dave's mouth and throat which of course meant more vibrations on Kent's cock. Kent seemed to really react to the vibrations and every "Mmmmmm" out of my mouth was rewarded with a fresh load of that tangy precum. I took it readily. I can't lie; Kent tasted great. Dave was also moaning causing my cock to throb. After he gave a few sucks on my head, I also began to leak. That caused him to moan out of satisfaction as he intensified his efforts. I felt a lightness in my head like I was floating and a tension began building up inside my body. I felt like someone flipped switch and I reached the point of no return. Out of instinct I also intensified my efforts on Kent as well, which had him moaning and cursing. Suddenly I felt my orgasm rise up my dick and I started shooting ropes of cum into Dave's mouth. To my delight, he swallowed greedily and professionally. 

My sucking and yelling (if you could call that) also elicited the same response from Kent. And as if almost on cue, Kent blasted into my mouth. I knew immediately I would swallow it with no encouragement or force from him. I was being fed sperm as I fed Dave sperm. It was an unbelievable sensation. My body jerked a little but both guys kept me steady on the seat, which helped as I convulsed as I shot and swallowed. Kent's load wasn't as big as the first one, but it was sizable, definitely a big sticky mouthful. I laughed inwardly, seeing that I was able to take it all with absolutely no problem, while girls I had dated in the past struggled with swallowing. 

Dave, the seasoned veteran, coaxed a few more drops out of me, and then let my now deflating cock fall out of his mouth. Kent pulled out of my mouth as well, and said, 

"Well, point proven, first time wasn't a fluke. You're an official cocksucker. My cocksucker, right?"

"I guess so," I replied. 

"I'm in you forever, Mike. We're connected man, my sperm in your body, and now yours is in Dave. We're all connected man, a team." Kent moved up to the driver's seat, and Dave and I got out of the car. Kent rolled down the window and said,

"Take it easy guys, I'll see you at practice Monday , right?"

Dave and I walked the short distance back to the dorms and my head, throat and crotch were still buzzing from this road head episode. Dave finally broke the silence by saying how hot what we just did was. I did agree, as it was the first time I had ever been blown by a dude. He also admitted he wanted to suck me off the first day he saw me at tryouts. 

"Dude, when I saw your body and your bulge, I knew I wanted to taste it, but I also knew those guys had plans for you. I feel bad I didn't tell you, but it also turned me on that they were going to get you into our circle. When you were sucking off Kent, I was so turned on, I couldn't contain myself. So tonight when I got the go ahead from Kent to do you, I went for broke on your meat. I'm glad I could please you, since tonight you did a lot of pleasing but not a lot of getting pleased. Your load was huge, the biggest and best tasting I ever had. You have a great cock, Mike. Thanks man."

"Well, I do eat a lot of fruit," I kidded. "And it felt good to get off tonight as well. I just didn't picture doing this type of thing, and I don't know how it all happened so fast." 

Dave explained the situation. "I had the same experience, but we're the low men on the totem pole, and we're dealing with two Alpha males here. You had no choice in the matter. They had carefully planned tonight, and like I said before, no guy ever refused Kent. Every girl, and I'm sure quite a few guys lust after him and you got to digest him twice in a few hours. You're a lucky guy. And he thinks you're a cool guy, too. I sucked him off last year, but I was mentored more by Jason who coached me a little bit so we developed more of a bond. I pretty much have been doing him exclusively. Kent had a freshman sucking him off last year, but the guy got kicked off the team for smoking pot at a party, so Kent dumped him. So he was quite eager to find a replacement this year, which is where you came in."

I worried to myself if I gave a vibe off that made me seem like an easy mark, and questioned Dave.

"Was it so obvious that I was an easy target? I think I'm pretty masculine."

Dave encouraged me. "That's exactly what he and Jason look for. Low key, handsome, masculine guys in great shape, who are easy to get along with and agreeable, which is what your personality is like. You were a perfect fit." 

I also noticed that Dave also fit "their" bill. He was ruggedly handsome, classic Italian features, dark eyes and hair, and a muscular lean body. I guess I was in good company. We walked towards the dorm entrance. As he entered his room, he said, "Don't sweat this so much Mike, and don't make of it more than what it is. It's just a few teammates bonding and expressing their masculinity in a different way, that's all."

That made it a little easier to swallow. Literally.



My heartfelt thanks to Ken for his valuable help in editing this chapter. Thank you!



Did It For The Team Ch. 03



I still could taste Kent as I unlocked my dorm room door. My brain was still trying to grasp what had just transpired in the past two hours. I entered my single room and stripped down to get some much needed rest. I remember originally thinking how happy I was when I found out I was assigned to a single room. I would have great privacy and I could have girls over whenever I wanted! But those plans seemed a bit convoluted now that I was "officially" orally servicing a guy on my swim team. I still needed to sort that out. Exhaustion took over and I drifted into a much needed slumber. 

When I attended classes on Monday, I found that strange thoughts stirred in my head. I had a hard time focusing on the lectures. My attention turned to the other guys in the class. I checked out their builds, and wondered how they would look in a speedo. I even found myself wondering what their cocks looked like, if they were hung like Kent, or if they were big shooters like him. 

I arrived at practice early that afternoon. I only saw the coach and a few other guys there. The coach, Mr. Holmes, was in his late 30's and had been one of the best swimmers in the college's history, having won national titles and competed internationally. He also was very hands on in his approach - he had no issue getting in the water to work out with the team or with individuals on technique. He also had a physique better than most of the guys on the team. His six foot frame carried probably 180 pounds, but with his lean, muscular build and well-defined chest and shoulders, he wore it well." He had been in sweats, t-shirts and shorts for the first two weeks of team practice and orientation, but today he wore a red speedo which stood out well against his tanned skin. I had not taken notice of him before, but since the weekend, I found myself checking him out and realized that he was sporting quite a package and a killer ass to boot. 

What the hell was I doing? I inwardly reprimanded myself for checking out my coach. After all, this guy was almost my dad's age! But you couldn't deny it and I sure wasn't: Coach Holmes could rival Kent and Jason in the looks and body department. Even though I shouldn't have, I started imagining how he would look with that speedo around his ankles. 

Coach Holmes clearly took keeping in shape as a priority and modeled that for his athletes. He always made the workouts, both in the water and in the weight room, comprehensive and challenging. He also wasn't one of those authoritarian coaches, but it was very clear that everyone respected him, no one questioned him and everyone tried his hardest for him. The environment was supportive and professional. There wasn't any of that joking or disrespecting of each other like I had seen on the high school team. This was more serious and structured. He was clear in his expectations and stressed that everyone had to put in 110% effort for the good of the team. This was a point that Kent drove home as well; putting it on the line for the team. Or more like down the throat. I had learned that over the weekend.

I had doing some land drills to stretch my shoulders and was about to go into the pool when the coach called me over. He had two, five pound dumbbells with him.

"Mike, I want you to add these to your warm up, you're one of our top breaststrokers and I want those back and shoulder muscles to be stable. Those supraspinatus muscles are not big muscles, but they support many tendons. It's important you do these isolation exercises as I don't want any shoulder injuries. Lie your towel down and go face down" 

I did as he said. He was kneeling about a foot from my head with his full red speedo right by my face. It was completely full. The guy was hung. You would have to be blind not to notice. 

"Extend both arms ahead of you and take the dumbbells. Now raise them three inches off the ground. Do a set of ten for me." 

Five pounds doesn't sound like a lot but in that extended position it is very hard to raise them. I did the first five and began to struggle. My head and hips came off the ground. He immediately zoned in on this.

"No, you're cheating and won't get the full effect. Keep your head down and your hips on the ground. Here, I'll stabilize you."

He reached out and put his hand on my neck and held my head down. His other hand was on my lower back. One of his fingers was touching my speedo right on the upper hip. I immediately had a flashback of the weekend's activities, but the idea of my coach holding my head down had me springing some major wood. I prayed he didn't ask me to turn over. Crazy!

"There you go, now you're doing it right, just like that. See? You've got the technique down perfectly, a natural if I ever saw one," he said with a smile. "That's what I like about you Mike, you respond well to instruction and you get things right the first time. It really is a pleasure to coach you. I knew you would work out."

Some of these words sounded eerily familiar as I did the sets with the coach holding me down. I panicked a little and I wondered if he knew about the weekend activities. I dismissed it as being paranoid, and concentrated on the four sets of ten repetitions with the weights. Thankfully my boner subsided. By the time I stood up to do a few more exercises with the dumbbells under his instruction, I was focused and under control. For the time being.

He moved me into the water for some aquatic dumbbell exercises which I did while he instructed me from the pool deck. Looking up, I had the perfect glimpse of this incredible body. The man really was attractive- dark hair in a crew cut, dark brown eyes that almost sparkled when he motivated us, a trimmed goatee, and from what I had already seen, a great ass and package. I had never been so keen on studying the male physique so closely but this was right in front of my face so you couldn't help but notice. Luckily, the cold water kept my hard on at bay so my reaction wasn't so obvious.

From there, I swam my laps and did my hour and a half work out, and did all of the sets the coach told me to do. He timed some of my laps and wrote them down in his log book. He called me over and told me my splits were good but we would need to work on my starts next time as he felt I could get more power on the blocks and the wall push offs. He put his hand on my shoulder and assured me that he knew I would score well in the upcoming meets and that he was really glad to have a dedicated athlete like me on the team. I felt a surge of electricity when he touched me. I thanked him for his help and told him, as I had already been taught by Kent, that it's all about the team. I hit the showers. I was exhausted but happy with the work out and even happier with the coach's comments.

About four hours later, I realized I had left my suit and goggles in the shower room. As any swimmer knows, suits and goggles are expensive, and leaving them around the pool means they will disappear. I headed back to the pool area, which was probably locked, but as it was on the way home from the library, I figured I would see if it was open. The athlete's entrance was open for some reason and I walked towards the pool area. I found my goggles but not my suit. I figured it might be by the shower so I walked through the locker room which was dark, except for a light coming from the coach's office. It was almost 11:30. It was awfully late for the coach to still be there, but I figured I would see if he was there to ask him about the upcoming meet. 

I heard some "ahs" and "yeah baby" coming from his office. I knew those sounds. Even as a novice sucker, I recognized them. Someone was getting blown. I peeked around the corner and saw Coach Holmes in his chair at his desk, turned to the window that faced the pool with his back to the door. His head was tossed back he was moaning. I inched closer to outside glass of his office and watched the scene before me.

At first I couldn't recognize who was doing the sucking, although from their efforts it was obvious they were driving the coach wild. I saw the coach's large set of hands guiding the sucker up and down and the sucker absorbed what appeared to be a huge eight inch dick into his throat. The coach held the sucker's head down and then brought them all the way up to the tip of his prick. It was then when I recognized the sucker. Kent! I gasped in shock. His lips were completely stretched by the girth of the coach's monster penis. He gagged and gulped, but seemed totally in his comfort zone. This guy who had transformed me into a loyal sucker was himself a cocksucker servicing the coach with inhuman abandon. No wonder he knew how to train me so well, he was a pro sucker himself!

I watched from behind the curtain as the coach brought Kent up from his knees, kissed him on the lips, and then immediately put him back to work on his raging hard on. Kent maintained complete eye contact with the coach as his stretched out throat absorbed the entire cock to the base and reached the coach's big balls. He would also move his mouth to his balls and take those monster eggs one at a time into his mouth. The coach was babbling a string of unintelligible words. It was obvious that Kent was doing everything in his power to please the much older stud in front of him.

I watched in shock and with a full erection as Kent continued his masterful sucking. The coach now held Kent on both sides of his head and stood up from his chair and began slowly fucking Kent's mouth. Kent was holding onto the coach's perfect ass for balance, but eventually his hands dropped to his side like a doll as the coach really starting drilling into his mouth. Coach Holmes' glutes contracted with each trust forward. Both men let out low guttural groans. I was amazed at how good Kent was doing. He seemed to be the complete expert at this, taking the large dick all the way down to the base each time. In a way, I almost felt a little jealous and a tinge of resentment towards Kent. 

A few seconds later, the coach tossed his head back, yelled out and shot one wad of warm sperm after another into Kent's waiting mouth. I heard Kent moan as he nursed what seemed to be huge load out of the coach. It appeared to be an even bigger load than Kent himself had emptied into my mouth the first time. He swallowed it all as it warmed the insides of his tight body. Coach Holmes leaned forward and gave Kent another kiss, and then told him, "Go home, it's late." Kent got up to leave.

Panicking, I made a quick getaway because if I was discovered it would be the end of my life or at the very least, my tenure on the team. The past 48 hours had been one crazy suck fest. I wondered if the swim team was more of a fellatio team suck team because the guys seemed to be doing more sucking than swimming. 

I got back to my room around midnight and could not get that scene out of my mind. I dropped my shorts and jerked off thinking about the coach drilling Kent's mouth. I greased up my pole with some lotion and shot one the most massive loads ever. Wiped, I feel asleep right afterwards.

A few hours later, I was suddenly shaken awake by a hand. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I felt a hand on my forehead and I recognized Kent's face.

"You left your keys in your door. You really shouldn't do that."

In my haste to jerk off I must have forgotten to take them out.

"What are you doing here?" I glanced at the clock. It was almost one am.

"You left your suit in the showers. You know, the one you look so good in and the one you've done some of your finest work in. I didn't want it to get lost so I figure I'd bring it to you."

"Thanks Kent, I appreciate it."

Kent threw the suit at my face and climbed on my bed and straddled my chest.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I need to get off."

"Are you nuts? Get off of me."

Kent's legs pinned my arms down under the sheet and he lowered his shorts and speedo. A full blown, almost angry hard on appeared before my face. 

I suddenly felt betrayed that Kent had just done the coach. I didn't feel such a need to please him. 

"Open," he hissed as he pushed his hard on towards my lips.

I tried to push my head further down into the pillow to avoid his pulsating member. Kent simply moved forward.

"No!" I insisted as I tried to push him off with my legs as I turned my head to the side to avoid his dick. Kent simply used both hands to straighten my head out and painted his dick all over my lips, glossing them with his precum. Tempting as it was, I was still a bit peeved at him.

"What's with all the resistance? You know you dig my cock, and my load. We're teammates, we help each other out."

Unable to withhold my anger with him, I began to say, "Yeah, well that was befo-"

I was cut off in mid-sentence as Kent thrust his hips forward and his cock slid between my lips. He pushed in a good four inches as his cockhead punched into my throat entrance. I looked up at him and he seemed like a man possessed. I looked back to his cock and saw that there were about another four inches left to take. He withdrew until just his cockhead was in my mouth and he leaked some precum on my tongue. I involuntarily moaned.

Kent then pushed even further into my throat. This was a new position, but to be honest, it was not the most comfortable. He thrusted in again. I was really starting to panic because I felt like I was going to choke. I pushed forward with my legs and torso and used every bit of strength to try to topple Kent off the bed, but it was no use. He continued his assault on my throat as he held both sides of my head. 

I scraped my teeth against his head a few times, and Kent seemed annoyed and pinched one of my nipples hard.

"Wrap your mouth around your teeth cocksucker, you know better than that."

I made my mouth into a more O shape and Kent simply let out a satisfied moan as he resumed his face fucking. Although I gagged and coughed the entire time, Kent simply ignored it and continued his assault. Again, I tried to push him off with my legs but he simply pinched my nipples hard. 

After about a minute of his thrusting and withdrawing, his pubic hairs were flush with my lips and nose. It smelled of a combination of chlorine and soap. His huge balls rested on my chin. I had taken all eight inches of his cock. I was exhausted from the choking and fighting him off that I let my body relax completely. Kent had won again, and there was really no reason to resist the man who always gets what he wants. I looked up at Kent with my mouth and throat completely filled.

Kent noticed this change and smiled. "See? It's so much easier and more enjoyable for both of us when you just give in. You just relax and keep my big cock down your throat and let me do the work." 

I didn't seem like I had any other option. Kent had conquered my throat, again, and there was nothing I could do about it. In fact, I had no desire to stop him now- denying Kent had already proved futile. Kent began a slow and deliberate pace where he pushed in and out of my mouth, alternating between deep and shallow thrusts. I simply did the best I could to keep his prick lubed up and my throat relaxed. I looked up at Kent, and even in the dim light I could see what a stud he was. You couldn't say no to him. His brow showed some beats of sweat as he began jackrabbit thrusts into my mouth. From his grunting, shallow breathing and cursing I knew he was getting close. One again the precum began flowing and I moaned on his invading cock. He held my head steady and moaned that he was cumming. He pulled back, leaving the head in my mouth as he came. It was an immense load.

"Don't swallow it. Hold it in your mouth."

I did my best to contain this immense load in my mouth. I had never received Kent's load all at once, but rather had to deal with his large spurts of cum. I was determined not to let any spill out.

"Look at me, he hissed." I obeyed. 

"Now swallow it." I swallowed what seemed like a mouthful of oatmeal and got it all down in two gulps.

His serious face broke into a huge smile. "Now that's how you do it, cocksucker. Well done."

Without another word, Kent dismounted my chest, rolled of my bed, pulled up his shorts, and left. 

Even though Kent had just all but raped my face, I was also hard as a rock. As I slowly stroked myself to yet another orgasm, my thoughts were all over the board...from extreme horniness to looking forward to that self-pleasured afterglow; to mild anger at Kent, to my jealousy over his servicing the coach, to wanting to feel him kiss me like Coach had done with him, to the need to have someone service my throbbing dick. Images of all the men- Kent, Jason, Dave and Coach Holmes- all went through my mind as I shot a hot sticky load all over my bare chest and abs. 

*****

Once again, a grateful thank you to Ken for his editing, guidance and invaluable perspective. And thanks to all the readers for all the comments and feedback, I truly value it!



Did It For The Team Ch. 04



The following weekend would be our first large meet of the season. Coach Homes added extra morning practices with both weights and swimming, so there would be two daily three hour workouts per day over next two weeks. It was tough, but definitely would make a difference in my preparation. I attempted to steer clear of Kent, which was difficult since we both swam breaststroke. He noticed on the first day I kept my distance in the morning practice, and caught me in locker room about to head into the showers. 

"What with the cold shoulder, Mike?" he asked. 

"Oh, I'm just trying to focus on the first meet, I want to make sure I do well my first time out." 

"You have nothing to worry about. You have the second fastest times, and I'm sure the coach will put you in most of the events. Just make sure you stay focused, and don't over train. You don't want to be tired for the meet. And of course, eat lots of protein," He grinned. 

I became a little more daring in my sarcasm. "And let me guess, you know where I can get it". 

"No, YOU know where you can get it," he quipped back. He snapped his fingers and pointed down to his dick. I knew that was my cue to get to work. I kept telling myself that I would not let him boss me around and use me anymore, but every time he flashed his champion dick and winning smile, I would up giving in. Who could resist that world class slab of beef he had poking out of his briefs? I looked around to see if there was anyone in the locker room, and I knelt down on the floor by the bench in front of him. This had to be quick because we ran the risk of getting caught. 

Kent smartly turned the lock on the locker room door and returned to feed his ginormous cock to me. His orange speedo was around his ankles as I opened my mouth wide as I descended all the way to the base. Once I was comfortably nestled in his pubes, I held my mouth it there and moaned for a few seconds, eliciting a reaction from Kent. I could feel his dick throbbing in the back of my throat. As I pulled all the way off his dick, I licked some of the magic drops of liquid off his head. I looked up at him and said "Mmmmmm" as I swallowed that delicious drop which was the essence of his manhood. I then began to increase my speed on his cock with my mouth, drooling all over it as I increased the force of my suction. 

"Aaagh, fuck man!" screamed Kent as he held on to the lockers for support. He was getting weak in the knees as I tightened my lip lock on his cock. I especially made sure I worked the head, moving my tongue around the edges and coaxing more precum out of his slit. It drove him wild. I also made sure I stared him right in the eyes as I bobbed up and down on his prick. I wanted to see the different reactions my mouth could get from him. 

"Holy shit Mike," I can't take much more, he said quietly. Kent had recognized my oral prowess. After all, one good cocksucker can recognize another. I moved my hand around his hips and pulled him into me and started really going down to the base on each stroke. Kent was leaking like a faucet and I eagerly accepted those mini shots of cum that leaked out from his engorged prick. I also liked this feeling of control. I knew I could drive Kent wild and make him cum when I wanted him to. It was a refreshing change from the usually tight control he kept over me. I guess that since this time I didn't question or fight, he was a lot more docile. 

After a few long sucks, Kent's balls, which had been held in my hand, tightened up. I knew he would be unleashing his usual flood of sperm. I kept working like a Hoover and heard Kent say, "Baby, I'm coming, eat me." He stiffened like a board and held the lockers for support as he shot his thick sticky jizz into my mouth. I stared up at him and moaned as I gobbled up every drop. He looked back with a look of utter satisfaction. He let out one last shot with a thrust. I saw his chest rise and fall with each heavy breath he took. He looked a little weak in the knees and finally collapsed on the bench in front of me. 

"Amazing, Mike, amazing," he panted. He placed his hands on both sides of my head, leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I was shocked. He held me tight and I felt his tongue pry my lips open. This first kiss with another man was passionate, a lot stronger than any kiss I had with a woman. My head was swimming with lust and desire as I felt the heat of the energy between us. We both uttered grunts of satisfaction. I knew that swallowing Kent from the beginning had been the right decision, the only decision. His hand reached down to my suit and he felt my enormous bulge. His tongue snaked away in my mouth and tasted the traces of his load that had been there. 

"Wow, I do taste good, I see why you enjoy gobbling me up." He joked. 

Just then there was a knock at the door. He quickly got up and ran into the showers. I got up, unlocked the door, and turned around to my locker. 

"Hey Mike." 

It was Jason. I hadn't really spoken to Jason since my first night of "training" as he swam in other events and didn't swim in our pool. (There were two pools in the facility). 

"Hey Jason, how you been?" 

"Good, not as good as Sunday night, but good. I hear you've had some good repeat performances with Kent." 

Not knowing how to respond, I said, "Yeah, well doing my best for the team I guess." 

He looked me square in the face and said seriously, "I'm part of the team too you know." 

He sat next to me and started rubbing my back. His hand travelled down to my speedo and he started rubbing my ass against the fabric. "You have a great ass," he whispered. His hand travelled up to my shoulders and he moved really close to me. I looked up and almost got lost in his dark eyes. They were shimmering. Almost like the silky luster of a Tiger Eye gemstone. Deep brown and hypnotic. 

He pulled me towards his face and kissed me. Forcefully. He stopped, pulled away, and looked into my eyes again. God, was this guy one hot stud. He kissed me again. He placed my hand on his crotch as I kissed him back. I spied that his hunter green speedo was fighting to contain the missile hiding in there. It felt hard, and I was fiddling with the string to get it open for him. When I finally freed it from its nylon prison, his cock bounced in the air as if to tease me. I broke away from the kiss and gasped as I took in the full size and girth of his enormous manhood. It could only be described as 'beautiful.' Beautiful and seductive all on its own. Begging me to touch it. Tempting me to do more than just touch it. I felt his hand softly rub my neck, obviously encouraging me on. 

Instinctively I moved my face towards Jason's flesh pole. I didn't need to be pushed down to it. It was hypnotizing. It drew me forward. It emanated heat, masculinity and sex. I opened my mouth and engulfed the head, eager to see how he tasted. He did not disappoint. Jason has a musky sweet taste which intoxicated my senses. I slid off the bench, and slid my lips further down his cock. Kent was big, but Jason was a little thicker. I had to really stretch my mouth to get the whole thing down. I struggled a little but Jason's soft rubbing of my hair and his encouragement urged me on. My unshaved face rubbed up against his abdomen. I wanted to please him completely so I put my best skills to work. I bobbed up and down on his engorged penis. His whole body quivered as my mouth made love to his tool. 

Jason spoke softly as I gradually reduced the tension of his swollen member. "I don't need to force guys like Kent does, see? One kiss and you were on your knees. I didn't even have to ask." 

He was right and I looked up at him with my lips obscenely stretched around his cock. Jason was a total stud who needed to be pleased whenever he wanted. I broke our stare and deep throated his cock. He then stopped speaking and closed his eyes and sat back as I went to work. 

As I concentrated on drawing his load out, I saw Kent saunter out into the locker room, clad in dark blue towel. He put a finger to his lips and motioned me to be quiet. Like I was in any position to talk anyway!" He also gave a thumbs up sign to me as an indication that I should continue servicing his best friend. I looked up and winked, and went back to work. I got extra hard knowing Kent was watching me perform. 

Jason began stirring in the seat and his hand went back behind my head. "You're getting almost as good as Dave," he said with a sigh. I took that as a complement, and continued toiling on his dick. 

"Get ready for your protein shake, Mike," he gritted through his teeth. 

I held onto his thighs as he got ready to cum. I had seen him cum before in Dave's mouth. He came like a porn star. I hoped I could contain it all, especially with Kent watching. 

Jason let out a long moan and began pulsating into my mouth. My mouth was completely full within 3 seconds. I swallowed his seed, only to have it replaced with another huge load. I had to swallow three full mouthfuls of Dave. Fuck, this guy could populate a city. A small drop leaked out the corners of my mouth and Jason scooped it up and fed it to me. I greedily moaned as I sucked the treat from his finger. I had digested every drop of Jason. Just like I had seen Dave do for him. 

"Nice work," said Kent as he walked over in his towel and gave a high five to Jason. "I'd say we got a very talented guy here. I fed him about ten minutes ago." 

Dave laughed. "I thought there was a spunky taste in your mouth, Mike." 

Kent dropped his towel and displayed his pride and glory - his rock hard eight inch member. I had blown his brains out less than fifteen minutes ago and he was already rock hard again. Jason took his hand, cupped it behind my neck, and pushed my face onto Kent's new erection. I willingly engulfed it fully. He began moving me up and down on Kent's bone. I couldn't really do much else but just go with the flow and enjoy it. 

As Jason moved me up and down with one hand, his other hand got my suit off and my rock hard dick finally was released. I felt an enormous relief as it was making a huge tent in my suit. He began moving his hand up and down my dick, which made me moan like crazy on his best friend's cock. Jason was playing me like a trombone, pulling my pud, while pushing me all the way down on Kent's dick. I was leaking as well which lubed my dick even more for Jason. I could barely sit still as I felt my cock grow to a length I've never mastered. I was so turned on! After a few quick jerks, I began to cum. I yelled onto Kent's dick, which of course came out a chorus of muffled sounds. That set off Kent as he emptied his remaining contents into my well lubed throat, adding his second donation to the sperm bank in my stomach. I swallowed his spunk and then twitched as Jason pulled off my dick. He took his jizz covered hand and put it in front of me. "Eat it," he commanded. 

I licked all of my semen off his hand. We all tasted good, but I think I tasted the best, just like Dave had told me. Both men watched in amazement as I downed my fourth load in less than half an hour. I felt empowered and proud that I had pleased these two studs. 

Jason pulled my suit back up on me and rubbed and squeezed my ass as I got up off my knees to head to the showers to clean up. As I took the first step, I heard him comment, "That's a fine ass you got there Mike. Don't drop any soap in the shower. (A lot of dicks could be flopping around there, and might want to see how tight it is," he called out. 

Kent whistled as I walked by and pulled my suit down and also grabbed my ass cheeks. "Sorry Jason, I turned him first, so if anyone taps that ass, it is going to be me. You can get sloppy seconds." 

They were talking about me like I wasn't even there. I piped up. "Sorry guys, my ass are exit only." 

"That's what Dave said about three weeks ago," bragged Jason as they both broke out in laughter. 

The mental picture of Dave getting his ass plowed by these guys invaded my mind. Cocksucking was one thing, but getting fucked by another dude was a whole other step. Dave never mentioned any of that to me, and we talked every day. 

I was not going to entertain their thoughts so I grabbed my towel and said, "Whatever." 

"That's right Mike, Kent declared. "Whatever we want AND whenever we decide it's time for you to give up that cherry." The confident wink he gave Jason would have me wondering for rest of the night just how serious it was meant. 

Once again, thanks to the best editor around, Ken, for his guidance and help. Thanks so much!



Did It For The Team Ch. 05



At the next day's evening practice, the last one before the state meet, Coach Holmes walked along the pool deck and over to my lane. He had a stopwatch around his neck, which was nicely buoyed by his hard chest. Once again he was clad in another speedo, this time electric blue, with a bit of a sheen on it. It neatly encased his perfectly shaped ass and accentuated his generous bulge. He called me over to the side of the pool. I took in the breathtaking view as I looked up at this perfect specimen of masculinity for a few seconds. Coach Holmes snapped me back into reality. 

"I want to work with you on perfecting your starts and anticipating the gun. I think you could shave a few tenths off your time with a more powerful start. Hop out of the water and get on the blocks."

As I mounted the blocks, the coach noticed I didn't have on my usual suit but rather a red one with one inch sides. I was inspired by the red one he had been sporting last week, plus this one really allowed me better leg movement. After checking myself out in the mirror that morning, I concluded that the higher cut suit looked pretty damn good on me.

"Where's your lucky practice suit?"

"In the wash." 

Of course it was in the wash, it was covered in jizz from yesterday's jizz buffet. If he only knew how it got soiled.

Well, that's a great color for you, Mike. Unfortunately, for the meet we all have to wear the same suits, so you'll have to stop by the office and pick up one of the orange and black ones."

"Well, I liked your red one so I thought I would follow suit, literally." I laughed. I couldn't believe I had thrown that comment in, but I felt confident and stated it very matter of factly. "But I can swing by this afternoon and pick up one."

"Fine, I have a few clinics to teach so stop by after 10:30 as I'll be in my office making the roster for the meet tomorrow. Would you mind coming then?"

"Sure coach, of course, I'll stop by after dinner." My eyes began to drink in the sight of the coach, and I was dying to tell him that blue was a great color for him, but I merely hopped on the blocks.

"Lean forward and hold the blocks."

I did, but apparently not well enough.

"Put back with your hips, and grab the bottom of the block."

I did, but it still wasn't right to him.

"Hang on," he said. He pulled a stool behind the blocks, stood behind me, and pulled my hips back. I felt his bulge brush momentarily against my ass. It was getting a little hard.

"When I blow my whistle, I want you to push forward and then grab off the blocks with all you have to propel yourself forward."

He blew his whistle and I flew off the blocks. With an added push from him, I hit the water further than usual and advanced a good 5 meters underwater. I came up and he smiled his approval.

"This is much better, see? When keep your upper body lower, and your hips raised and legs staggered, you get much better propulsion. I need you to do that in the meet tomorrow. Practice that a few times and then do your warm down. After a quick but obvious scan of my nearly naked body, he added, "And don't forget to stop by my office later on." He flashed his winning smile before he walked away to give a few of the other swimmers some last-minute pointers also. I finished my workout, showered without incident and grabbed a bite to eat in the Student Center.

At 10:30, I returned to the pool, which was now cast in darkness, except for the underwater lights which created a peaceful calm glow in the arena. I went through to the locker room and saw Coach Holmes at his desk. He had a pair of glasses on as he worked busily filling out paperwork. It gave him an intellectual look which enhanced his rugged handsomeness.

"Hello Mike, glad you stopped by. I was just putting the final touches on the team roster for tomorrow. I placed you and Kent as our two swimmers in the three breast stroke races. You have earned that #2 spot with your times and dedication. I'm impressed with what you've shown so far in the pool, Mike. Depending on how you guys do, I'll decide which one of you two swims breast stroke in the Medley Relay."

I was surprised and flattered. "Wow, that's great. I'm really thankful for the opportunity and will not disappoint you."

He smiled. "I know that Mike, I'm fully confident in your abilities. I know you would never let me down." His smile grew bigger. "Now let's get you suited up for tomorrow." He took out a large box of suits, all with tags with different sizes. 

He looked at me up and down as he rummaged through the box. He fished out a size 32 suit, and tossed it to me.

"You look like size 32 to me. I can pick a guy's size every time. Go try this one on in the locker room and let's check the fit. These suits sometimes run a little big, and we don't want sliding down to your ankles when you dive into the pool."

As I grabbed the suit and put down my backpack, I winced a little. 

"Whoa, what's that wince all about? You pull a hamstring? That's not good."

"No, my lower back hurts a little. Must be from all that kicking from the hips."

"You didn't stretch enough. That's a problem. I can't afford to have an injured swimmer in this meet. Pop the suit on, we'll resolve that first, and if we need to give you some quick PT now, we'll do it here on the training table."

"Okay coach, you got it." I left the office and went to try on the suit.

I tried the suit in front of the mirror, and it fit like a glove. The orange band that went around the top all the way to the back provided a nice contrast. The built in line down the back center framed my ass perfectly. Size 32 was definitely the right size. The coach was a good judge of his athlete's sizes. I walked back to his office where I noticed he was waiting at his desk for me.

"Nice, Mike. Front looks good, turn around and let's see the back."

I turned. It seemed a little odd that he was taking such an interest in my speedo, but I welcomed any attention this swim god wanted to bestow upon me.

"Looks like we got a perfect fit. Hop on there." He pointed to the training table in the back part of his office.

He laid a towel on the table. I got on the towel he had laid out and stretched my body out on it. I watched with curious interest as the coach pulled out a machine with multiple wires and pads.

"This is an electrical muscle stim machine." It will bring circulation to the affected area. I'm gonna put four pads on your lower back." 

He placed two on my lower back and then lifted up my suit and placed two more lower on the sides of glutes. He placed another towel over my ass, and lowered the suit a little. The coach had now clearly seen my ass. He turned on the electric current and placed a warm towel over my back and hips. It felt amazing- a steady current which relaxed my entire body. I felt myself drifting off a little. The coach walked over and began rubbing my shoulders as well. His strong hands kneaded at the knots in my upper traps and neck muscles.

"Let's get these a little loose also." The coach was now beside my head with his sweatpants clearly showing a definite tenting underneath, or was I seeing things? The relaxing massage, the heat, and the coach's strong masculine hands had me drifting in and out of consciousness over the next fifteen minutes.

The coached turned off the machine and moved the towel to remove the pads off my back and hips. He also began kneading that area with his hands. "How does that feel, Mike, any better?"

"Mmm hmmm, much better," I groaned in a sleepy and labored voice.

"Great, glad it's working. Let's get these glutes loosened up as they feel a little tight." As he said that he pulled my speedo completely down under my cheeks. He applied some lotion to his hands and began kneading the glutes, the lower back and sides of the hips. My ass was completely exposed and the Coach was handling it like he was making a pizza. Every so often he would brush the side of his hand into my crack and swoop downward. It was an unfamiliar feeling and I wondered why the coach was massaging there. But he would quickly move to another side of my hips and back. It felt so good that I struggled to just stay awake but my raging hard on below me reminded me that something was awakening in me as the Coach touched me. I just sighed in relaxation as the tension and exhaustion of the day's practice melted away.

The Coach moved up to my shoulders and leaned over to my ear and whispered in his sexy and mesmerizing voice. "Mike, I'm going to remove your suit to work a little more on your legs. You're doing a great job of relaxing."

I instinctively lifted my hips for him and within seconds my suit was on the floor beside the table. The coach moved to my inner thighs, hamstrings and within five minutes, they felt as loose as ever. His touch was strong, yet sensual, yet so relaxing. If it's possible to fully relax with a now throbbing boner. His voice was almost hushed to a whisper. It was very calming to see this quiet side of the coach. I felt at ease, even with hands all over my bare ass. 

"Open these a little," he said as he pushed my legs slightly more open with his hands. I wondered what he could possibly massage down there . I didn't have to wait long to find out. 

I felt moist kisses on my lower back and legs. The coach moved his mouth over all those parts and then began kissing my glutes. He kissed each cheek and then then placed his tongue on my crack and licked downward. He spread my cheeks apart and suddenly passed his tongue over my puckered up asshole.

I caught my breath and gasped at this sudden change of events. I stirred a little and tried to get up, but the coach held my lower back down to the table and just licked harder and circled my hole with his tongue. I tried to close my legs to this invasion, but the coach quickly and strongly held them open and continued his intensified assault on my starfish. I tried to get the energy to get up as I felt this was not right, but I found myself disabled from the exquisite feeling of Coach Holmes' tongue teasing my hole. I moaned as the stubble of his goatee rubbed the inside of my cheeks. He moved both hands to open up access even more and effortlessly penetrated me with his talented tonguing. I grabbed the sides of the table as he darted his tongue in and out of my hole. All I could do was moan. I relented to his oral assault of my ass and resigned myself to letting him work my hole as long as he wanted. How did a tight lower back get me to the point of being buck naked in my coach's office with his tongue plugged up my ass?

The coach began to moan himself as he hungrily devoured my ass. His goatee and moustache delivered a tantalizing friction down there. I had heard the term "rim job" and always laughed at it as some perverted sexual deviation. Whatever it was, the coach was an expert at it, and I was being reduced to a blubbering and moaning fool as he entered me over and over again with his strong and stabbing tongue. The coach pulled away for a few seconds and then I felt a wet finger against my well relaxed hole. His lubed up finger slipped right in and moved around me easily. It felt damn good! It was soon followed by a second finger. My tight ass was stretched as he moved both fingers in and out of me.

"I'm going to give you a prostate massage, Mike. It will help you relax. It will definitely help you tomorrow. You will enjoy this, I promise. Just stay nice and relaxed as you are now. "You're doing great, Mike."

I really didn't know what a prostate was, but I could barely mumble out a response as my mind was reduced to mush by these fingers tapping what seemed like electrical receptors in my ass. He wiggled his fingers in there for a little bit, and then pulled out and lubed it up more with some lotion. When the coach's finger hit the bulls eye of my magic button the second time, I nearly blacked out from the sensations. I had never felt anything...nothing at all...like this before. My entire body was now rigid and vibrating like I was holding bare electrical cords in each hand. My cock bounced and dribbled all on its own. My balls tingled as if I had applied a light layer of athletic balm to them. When he began using his fingers to stimulate my hot spot even more, I starting yelling, "Oh fuck, don't stop, please!!" 

The coach merely smiled and continued the pressure of his finger in my ass but then placed his hand under my stomach and pushed me upwards so I was on all fours. As he expertly played with my ass, he reached under me and touched my hard dick.

"Holy shit, I knew you were packing Mike, but this is huge."

"Not as big as you, Coach," I managed to get out. I suddenly realized that I was now divulging that I had seen his monster cock being serviced by Kent. I hope he didn't catch on it to it. His large hand moved up and down my rigid tool with expert precision. He teased me for a little while like this which had me struggling to stay on the table, and then removed his hand from my cock and brought it back towards my ass to join his hand which now had three fingers buried in it. I felt so stretched out but the Coach alternated between two and three fingers, so I enjoyed the different sensations. I groaned as these new sensations felt so good. This continued for about a minute more when I began to feel a different sensation.

As the coach tapped his fingers on my prostate again and I felt my dick began to throb. It was dark red and harder than stone. It bounced and dribbled on its own without even being touched. In a panic, I realized that I was about to cum from nothing other than his finger stimulating my ass. I grunted that I was going to cum and the Coach pushed even harder. I gritted and moaned through my clenched teeth as I had the most earth shattering orgasm - different from anything I had ever experienced. I shot all over the towel and part of the table. I may have even glazed some other items in his office. When I finished, I collapsed on the table, exhausted. I felt like I had run a marathon. The coach withdrew his fingers and I winced as they slowly slid out my tight quivering hole. He had the most satisfied look on his face and said, "Now, that's how you milk a stud."

When my breathing returned to normal, the coach removed the towel from beneath me, wiped me down with a wet towel and placed me back on the table. He covered me with a sheet, and said,

"You just relax a little bit and recharge your battery, stud . Close your eyes and rest. He began stroking my hair, and within a minute or so, I fell asleep right there on the table.

* * * * *

On the bus ride to the meet the next day, my thoughts swirled about this incredible encounter with the coach. I felt very relaxed but at the same time, wished it had gone further. I also felt that I wanted to show my appreciation to the coach for that incredible massage the night before. When we arrived at the meet, a few hours away, we headed right to the arena to begin the competition. The meet included four colleges from the surrounding counties and would serve as a qualifier for the state championships. 

Coach was all business during the day, motivating and directing the team members during all of their races. He came over to me and asked if I was loosened up for the race, with a bit of a smirk on his face. I told him yes but I was worried that I might tighten up later. I made it a point to glance down at his crotch as I said this.

"I want you to remember everything we practiced. Strong starts and strong finish. I'm counting on you to produce for us, Mike." He gave me one of those teammate slaps on the ass, which caught me by surprise given the serious manner he acted around the team.

I was so motivated to deliver to the coach and wanted to please him so much that I swam personal bests in my events and qualified for two finals. I even finished a few places ahead of Kent in both races, something I had never envisioned happening. The races would be swum the next day, so we were afforded a mere half day rest.

Back at the hotel we turned in early after dinner. Dave, my roommate, was equally successful, and was on the bed watching TV as I took a shower. As the water spilled over my body, I fantasized about the many hot bulges I had seen at the meet today: great colored speedos with toned bodies and full packages. As I dried off, I heard some rustling and movement in the room and figured Dave was unpacking. As I exited the bathroom, I discovered that Dave was not unpacking at all.

I did a double take as I witnessed Dave bouncing up and down on the bed, impaled on Jason's dick. Dave's eyes were closed and he bit his lower lip as he rode Jason's bone like he was in a rodeo. Jason was lying back on the bed with his eyes also closed. He had his hands around Dave's ribs and used his hands to move Dave up and down on his huge pole. Dave's engorged cock was flopping up and down and sideways as he was directed up and down Jason's pole. Jason had not been kidding when he told me he had been fucking Dave. And from what I was seeing, Dave was both a willing and avid participant. Dave rode down all the way on Jason's cock and took it all the way to the base. He then raised himself up to only slide right back down the massive length yet again. Up and down. Over and over. It was a brisk pace supported by Jason's strong arms. Jason's biceps flexed as he moved Dave up and down on his huge dick. I had already had Jason's dick down my throat; I knew it was big and could not fathom how anyone could take that entire thing up their ass. Yet Dave appeared to have mastered the girth and length easily, as his ass seemed to go directly down to Jason's pubes on each downward stroke, even wiggling it at the end to make sure he got every last inch inside him. Dave continued this amazing ride and tossed his head back as he completely submitted to Jason.

My towel had a huge protrusion in the front as I watched this hot scene. Suddenly Dave's eyes caught me spying and his face showed a sudden surge of panic. He tried to get off the huge tube plugged up his ass, but Jason would have none of that. He sat up and pushed Dave forward, all the while keeping his huge dick in Dave's ass. Dave was now on all fours with Jason kneeling behind him. He ran his hands on Dave's back and put face down on the bed with his ass up in the air. He continued this intercourse with long sensual strokes. Jason rotated and grinded his hips as each new angle brought a groan from poor Dave.

Jason called me over and said, "What are you staring at? Dave's mouth is empty; perhaps you can help him out." Not needing to be prodded, I walked over to the edge of the bed where Dave's face was. He pulled on the towel as it released my throbbing boner and let the towel fall to the ground. I glossed his lips with my cock just as had been done to me in the past and then pushed into his mouth. Dave positioned his tongue underneath my head and began to tickle the underside with each downstroke. This guy was an oral wizard. I pulled Dave forward and got my balls against his chin. He moaned in contentment as I got deep into this throat.

Jason resumed his reaming of Dave's ass and established a tempo where I didn't even need to thrust forward. Each thrust from Jason put Dave deep onto my dick. He then pulled Dave back where his mouth released except for the head, only to be pounded back down to the base. It was a hot watching Dave being used completely by us. He seemed very determined to make me cum and really started concentrating on my cock with his tightening mouth. He reached up and started gently squeezing my nipples. That sent me over the edge. Dave held the sides of my hips and got ready for the geyser he was about to receive. I groaned as I shot my first spurt. Dave blinked hard, caught a little unaware by the size and strength of that first shot. He recovered and gobbled up the other shots like a vacuum. After holding me for a few seconds, Dave let my cock plop out of his mouth and sighed, "Nectar of the gods." He then let his head drop signaling to Jason that he was ready to again completely submit to him. It was quite a visual: Dave was face down, ass in the air, his back muscles all protruding as he tried to maintain his balance on the bed. He was in the process of digesting a load and was now about to get another load injected into him.




Did It For The Team Ch. 05



The tempo suddenly grew quicker and I heard a slapping motion as Jason really started pulling Dave back on his cock. Dave now had his face down and was uttering obscenities as he was getting pounded full throttle. Suddenly Jason yelled out as he began cumming inside Dave. Dave held on to the edge of bed for support and simply gazed at me with a look that combined both passion and pain as Jason expelled shot after shot of load into Dave's tight ass. After Jason finished cumming, he held still for a few seconds and then withdrew his still turgid cock from Dave's hole.

"I just bred your roommate, Mike," he triumphantly announced. "I actually came to take your ass, but you were in the shower with the door locked, so Dave had to step up."

"I don't ever remember consenting to getting fucked by you, Jason, sorry to disappoint you." Plus Dave seems to be taking care of you well enough. I'll take a pass on it."

Dave, climbing to his feet, said in between breaths, "They flipped a coin, Mike. Heads was get your mouth, Tails was get your ass." Jason had tails. Don't know how I got roped into this, but I guess I was your understudy tonight." 

Jason piped in. "You think because you were the top swimmer today that you get special privileges? Doesn't work like that with us, buddy. You can have a pass for tonight , Mike, but I assure you that by tomorrow night, you will no longer be a virgin." He held his stare for about three seconds.

As I went to put on my towel, the door suddenly swung open.



Did It For The Team Ch. 06



Dave and Jason dove on the other side of the bed to hide their nakedness from the unexpected visitor who had just barged into our room without knocking.

The coach spied me in my towel and gave me a once over and then flashed his winning smile. The coach's massive frame filled the open doorway. His gaze zeroed in on me standing mid-room, all but naked except for the towel around my waist. He gave me a once over and flashed his intoxicating smile.

"I'm glad I caught you Mike, I want to go over some things with you before tomorrow's finals. Can you swing by my room?"

"Sure coach, no problem, let me just throw on a pair of shorts and I'll be right over." The coach looked over to the other bed, smiled a little, turned and left the room. 

As I quickly dressed, Jason commented, "Guess you're the top dog now, Mike. Looks like you'll be unseeding Kent on the relay, that's probably what he is going to tell you. But rest assured, I don't think Kent will take it too well. He is used to being the coach's number one pet."

In my defense, I quipped back, "You guys kept stressing that I should give it all for the team, so that's what I did. Or does that just apply to when you need your dicks sucked? I am not going to apologize for my performances. On my knees or in the pool. I exited the room and headed towards the Coach's room. 

As I knocked on the coach's hotel room door, I thought about the comment about Kent not taking the whole thing well. In fact, he hadn't said much to me after the race. I had trained hard for this meet, and wasn't going to play second fiddle to Kent. Especially since I had posted better times than him in the prelims. And quite frankly, the coach was paying a lot of attention to me, and he was not only a super coach, but one handsome man. Who wouldn't want to please him? Kent certainly didn't have a problem digesting that huge load I saw getting fed to him a few weeks ago. Or is that how he became top dog?

The coach answered the door quickly and immediately invited me in. He was clad in a V-neck white tee shirt that more than did justice to his amazing pecs. His sweat pants of course clinged perfectly to his oversized package and perfectly shaped butt. His room was a little bigger than the standard rooms we had; it had a couch, a small kitchen area, a king size bed and a desk area where he had all of his paperwork. 

"Come on in, Mike, have a seat," he said as he directed me to the couch. I sat there and enjoyed both the going and coming views as he walked over to his desk and then brought some papers over.

"Tomorrow you have your two finals and I am also going to put you in for the breaststroke leg of the relay. I know it's a lot of responsibility for a freshman at his first meet, but I am fully confident in your talent. I'm pleased with your performance and quite honestly, you have really done more than could have been expected of you. You've proven to be the biggest asset to our team. You respond well to direction, always perform beyond expectation...a true coach's dream." 

The coach had his hand on my shoulder as he told me this and looked me right in the eyes. I saw his hazel green eyes sparkle as he spoke to me. I immediately felt a rush of blood into my crotch and started tenting my shorts. I looked over to the coach's pants and his were bulging more too. For a brief second time seemed to freeze. The coach moved closer and held the side of my head and kissed me. His snaked open my lips and his tongue worked its way into my mouth. I was hardly an expert at kissing men, as I had only done that with the team captains, but kissing the coach felt like the most natural thing in the world. He was gentle yet masculine at the same time. My head swirled with passion as I realized I was making out with the hottest man I had ever laid eyes on. His shortly cropped hair, tanned skin, perfect smile and sinewy muscled body made him a sight to behold. 

The coach lowered his sweatpants to reveal a completely full light blue speedo. This was the suit I had seen him wear on the deck - the one that perfectly encapsulated his ass and crotch. It also had a copious wet spot on the front. The head of his dick was stretching the top of the suit's waistband as if trying to escape. 

"Maybe you could help me out of this, Mike," the coach added as I gazed at this incredulous sight. I put my hand on the suit and tugged at it to try to set that monster inside free. As I yanked it quickly past his egg-shaped balls, his cock bobbed in the air twice and then stood straight up proudly against his dark pubes. I had seen it from afar when Kent was chowing down on it, but up close and personal it looked more alive, more robust, and simply bigger. Coach wrapped his beefy palm and long fingers around his shaft, then slowly pulled on it from the root to the ridge of his mushroom. He moved his fingers across the top of the head while I watched entranced. He then took a wet finger and moved it to my lips so I could taste the precum on his finger. I savored the sweet, tangy taste in my mouth and wanted more. 

"Mike, I need you to suck my dick." He simply stated the obvious. I knew that was going to happen. In fact, I knew deep down when I left my room to come to his that somehow Coach's sperm would wind up in my gut and I was actually quite fine with that idea. I knew Kent had serviced the coach, and I wanted to do the same. I wanted to please him completely.

I looked at his huge slab of beef and licked my lips, eager for the feeding that awaited me. This perfect specimen of manhood, as well as the looks and masculinity that accompanied it would be nearly impossible to resist for any man. I can see why even a guy like Kent would drop to his knees in a heartbeat for this man. 

I guess I didn't move fast enough because the coach hooked his arm around my neck and began moving me towards his large hard dick. I took that as my cue to get busy pleasing him. Unlike the other times I had sucked dick, this time I was a fully cooperative and my mouth was stretched open by the time I reached his head. I felt the velvety head in my mouth, licked around the rim and tasted a few more delicious drops of precum. I knew the drill. Men liked having bobbing heads on their cocks, so I had better get busy soon. I worked my way down to almost seven inches of this wide cock. The last inch or so eluded me. I pulled back up, coating the entire length of his shaft with my saliva. I once again nursed a few drops of his tangy precum out of him and heard him let out a long satisfied sigh. I knew I was doing a good job and it felt great to see the coach so relaxed. 

I hummed slightly on his cock as I dutifully moved up and down on his dick. The coach looked down with a raised eyebrow, probably sensing that I had done this more than a few times before. He held the sides of my head gently and moved his hands through my hair as I worked my way towards the base. I was determined to get him all the way down. Luckily, as his dick was now awash in my saliva it moved easily across my tongue and into my throat. I increased my momentum and suctioning. I felt the coach give me a little push downward and suddenly my lips were nestled in his man bush. I had just deep throated the coach. I continued to breathe through my nose as I savored my achievement. My eyes shifted to look up at the coach. His were glazed over. Evidently I was not only a better swimmer than Kent, but also better at sucking cock. 

I withdrew his spit covered cock from my mouth and saw the rivulets of both precum and saliva bead off of it. I hungrily gobbled him up again and continued my quest for sperm. I quickened my pace and made sure to run my mouth under the ridge of his cock on the way up and then tightened my lips on the way down. The coach seemed to like this and I could tell he was getting close. "This is soooo good, Mike. You really know how to please a man. It looks like someone trained you well."

"Mmmm, hmmmm," was all I could mouth as there wasn't much room in my mouth. It was jammed full by his large, wide, throbbing cock. The coach brought his hands to the back of my head and applied pressure to get me all the way down on his cock. I slightly gagged, but the coach, ever the coach, told me to relax my throat and breathe through my nose. Once I did that, I was able to get all the way down consistently. I liked how the pubes tickled my lips when I went all the way to the base. This seemed to be especially pleasurable for the coach. It never occurred to me until much later, how coach had known the perfect technique to achieving deep throat.

I continued bobbing up and down this beef, determined to make him cum, which proved to be a few seconds away. The coach whispered, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna shoot."

And shoot he did. He yelled out as he unloaded deep into my throat. I continued bobbing but the coach held my head tight, probably to keep me on it. That was not necessary because I had been trained to swallow the entire load since day one. Perhaps the coach was unaware of this, but nonetheless, he happily uncorked a ten second orgasm into my esophagus. It went down nicely. The coach looked down at me, pulled me up to him and kissed me. Just like he had with Kent. I guess I was now one of his service boys too. I liked that feeling.

The coach pulled me up off the carpet and brought me up to the couch. He quickly worked my shorts and briefs off and dove down on my engorged cock. I was hung, but not in the same class as the coach. I never envisioned the coach to be a cocksucker; boy, did I have a lot to learn. He toiled steadily on my throbbing member while I enjoyed the sensations of his warm moist mouth. He pulled off my cock momentarily and pointed over to the bed. He pulled me over there and laid me on my back. He licked my quarter shaped nipples and made a wet path towards my crotch. When he took my cock this time, he swallowed me all the way to the base in one smooth motion. He held me in his mouth and looked up at me with his sexy eyes and raised eyebrows. He then closed his eyes, moaned and continued to work my cock with his full wet lips.

He might be headed for age forty, but his body sure didn't show it and his cock responded like it was sixteen. Holy shit! He hadn't even gone soft. I stared at that dangling hunk of still rock hard manhood as his lips worked on mine. As he maneuvered his body sideways and I noticed his cock a few inches from my mouth. Like a baby needing to feed I attached myself to it and licked it hungrily. For a few minutes we assumed the hot 69 position, each of us swallowing each other's penis over and over. The room was completely quiet only sounds were the lip smacking and the muffled moans and sighs around our cocks produced by this tandem sucking.

The coach's hand began touching the area under my balls. First he kneaded the knot just under them. It was a hot spot I didn't even know I had! Then he segued to my anus and began tracing circles around it. He pulled off my cock, lubricated another finger in his mouth, and then proceeded to push it into my tight hole. I moaned around his cock which was pretty much buried in my throat. The coach then pulled out of my mouth and turned me on my stomach. His mouth made a beeline for my ass and within seconds his wet tongue was tracing circles around my opening. "You have one hot ass, you know that? I spotted it the first day of tryouts, and have jerked off ever since thinking about it," he said before diligently working his tongue into my still virgin hole. I moaned in ecstasy knowing he had fantasized about me too. This was further compounded by the intense feeling of his tongue entering me as his beard stubble grazed the inside of my ass cheeks. The coach reached to the night table and applied a gel to his finger and moved it in my ass. I jumped at the coolness of the gel and while he took a few extra seconds working his finger in me, I immediately relaxed as he glided towards my prostate. 

***

Kent was mesmerized watching the action intently from the small couch on the other side of the large motel room. He had originally been spying on Mike blowing the coach from the barely-cracked-open bathroom door, but once they were both lost to the world concentrating on each other, he stealthily slipped out and planted himself on the sofa. Being just a few feet from the live sex show fed his voyeur fetish well, but he was more than ready to shift to being one of the participants. His cock had been hard and without relief for far too many long minutes. He finally pushed the waistband of his briefs down, snugged it under his rumbling balls, and began taking long, slow pulls on himself. 

"Now I know why coach told me to get to his room and hide in the bathroom. He wants me in on this too, but not until the exact right time. Just like how properly timed strokes in the pool makes you a winner, I have to wait until he has Mike totally primed and ready for me to join in the action without any argument. But fuck...hurry the hell up and let me know it's time before I empty this load up my abs instead of down our boy's throat!' 

Kent knew where things were headed. Coach had filled him on the plan earlier. In his very natural authoritarian manner, he let it be known without coming straight out and saying it, that he was the one that was picking this cherry. Kent didn't argue. He knew better. Coach owned him. Ever since he had been in the same position when he was the new rising star on the team. To this day, the coach was the only one that had ever fucked him. 

Kent shook off the disappointment of not being the one to break in Mike and went back to concentrating on the hard flesh in his hand as he watched the coach get Mike in position.

* ** * *

The coach withdrew his two fingers again and I thought he was going to add a third finger, but what I felt was something blunt touch my nervous hole. I looked back and sure enough, he was gripping his cock and trying to ease it forward into me. He moved up and whispered in my ear, "I want you Mike, I want to be in you." 

I took a deep breath and as I let it out, I felt the head of his cock start to open my ass. I could feel my hole desperately trying to expand, trying to let him in but it started to hurt before he made it very far in. I was moved forward, trying to ease the strain and perhaps rethink this whole thing. "Coach, I don't think...," I muttered as I again felt him pressing forward.

"Just relax Mike. You're going to love this. I promise." After a few seconds the pain passed and I felt my hole open a little further to swallow another inch of his cock. Coach was obviously (and thankfully) taking his time, because this must have been the slowest fuck in history. Several times he would ease an inch or so inside of me and the pain would stop us, but it would quickly pass as I took a few deep breaths. He pressed forward again and I was really feeling the pressure. I instinctively tried to get away by crawling forward on the bed, but the coach was deep enough and simply followed me on his knees. I stared at the headboard and wondered how could Dave have enjoyed this so much? My tender hole felt like it couldn't stretch anymore and I was about to ask him to stop when I felt his balls touching mine and his pubes tickling my anus. Unbelievably, I had taken all of him. His entire shaft was buried in me; I was no longer a virgin. 

Coach didn't speak or move for a bit, then he kind of rotated his hips and I could feel his cock rooting deep in me. It felt good. I dropped my head down as sign I was ready for him to continue. He read the cue perfectly. He slowly pulled his thick dick out of my ass and then gradually opened me back up with it. The sensation was incredible. I had only recently learned about the prostate but I knew enough that I was able to feel his dick sliding over it, and I realized he was definitely hitting it just right. He put his hands on my hips and settled into a steady rhythm of fucking me. I liked not only the feeling of his dick in my ass but I realized I liked submitting to him. I resigned myself to let him have me as long as he wanted.

I realized that I was getting fucked and actually handling it pretty well. I also wondered if Jason knew something because he had told me I would lose my cherry that weekend. And there was no denying it. I was filled to the hilt with an 8 inch cock and was willingly and gladly accepting it, just like I had seen Dave do a little while ago. A few moans of unintelligible vowels escaped my mouth as I felt the coach's strokes deep inside me.

"I knew he would take it. Any guy who swallows a load will give up his ass. It never fails."

I was shocked to hear Kent's voice as he walked over towards the side of the bed with his usual grin. I didn't realize he had watched this all of this unfold from the couch. As I had been facing the wall, I had no clue he had seen this all, but I suddenly panicked as I saw Kent slowly stroking his own shaft while watching the Coach ream me out. I tried to get up, but as I did the coach simply pushed his dick all the way up my ass and held my lower back down on the bed. 

"You aren't going anywhere Mike," he hissed as he poked harder up my ass. Plus, you need to suck his dick." 

Without even hesitating, I inched forward, the Coach following me with his cock buried in my ass until I reached Kent. I started sucking Kent, taking as much of him in my mouth as I could and Coach resumed fucking my loosened up ass. Kent was now kneeling in front of me and the coach was now up on his knees behind me. It was mind blowing that I was being spit roasted between both of these men. I felt an exciting nervousness in my stomach as I realized I was no longer a virgin. I really got off servicing them both, evidenced by my rock hard cock flopping underneath me. The most difficult part was trying to concentrate on giving Kent the head he expected while being distracted by the exquisite feeling of Coach steadily thrusting my hole. 

After a few minutes, Kent put his hands on my head and made that familiar groaning. I knew what that meant and prepared myself for the bucket sized cum load about to come. I was doing my best to accommodate him and was determined to make him cum which turned out to be just seconds away. He held my neck tightly and let out a long sigh. I had one hand wrapped around the base of his cock and felt it start to jerk, while at the same time I tasted the first jet of cum in my mouth. I started swallowing quickly, aware of the amount of sperm Kent produced. After six or seven strong sprays Kent let out a long moan and completely relaxed while he let his spent tool wilt in my mouth. 

The coach had been keenly watching all of this and clearly got excited seeing Kent unload into my mouth. His thrusts had gotten faster and a little harder. He was pulling back on my hips with each stroke, which got his dick a little deeper in my ass. I welcomed the feeling and liked the accelerated motion. His breathing was getting a little ragged and I could tell he was about to lose it too. He moved his hands from the side of my hips to under me and started really pulling me back on his cock. I could hear the steady slapping of my ass against his stomach and feel his balls spanking on each stroke. After a few more especially hard thrusts, he lunged forward and pulled me towards him at the same time. I thought I had gotten used to his cock but it felt thicker and longer now as he buried every bit of it to the hilt in my tender ass. Then I felt the entire length of his shaft start to pulse as he pumped his cum into me. I could feel each throb of his swollen cock. I felt like hot glue was traveling inside me. One final thrust from his hips nailed my magic button hard and as the coach's final cum blast flowed over it, I went over the edge and shot my own record-breaking explosion all over the sheets...without anyone, or even myself, touching my cock. He held me back against him for a few seconds after he finished and then relaxed and sat back, wincing as his dick slid out of my no longer virgin ass. Kent finally let loose of my ears and pulled his flaccid cock from my mouth. He grinned at both of us as he got up and headed for the bathroom.




Did It For The Team Ch. 06



I tried to get up but was so weak I could not move. I felt more exhausted that I ever had from swimming. I felt the coach curl up next to me. He pulled me into his strong arms, slowly kissed my neck, and told me how proud he was of me. I felt so safe and protected, yet at the same time slightly embarrassed that I had enjoyed this. And unsure of what would happen next. Yet I was too tired to think about that now. I heard the shower turn on and then feeling the coach's arms around me, immediately fell into a deep sleep.

*****

Special thanks to Ken for all the expert editing and guidance, and also thanks to everyone for their emails of encouragement and compliments. I really do enjoy that and appreciate it. Keep those 5 star votes coming!