Ollies Oats

By Jay Morris

Published on Aug 13, 2018

Gay

Celebrity/raunch/Adult Youth

Ollie didn't know what to think anymore. Here he was on the brink of telling his dad the truth about what his football coach had done to him but the more he went over it in his head, the more his throbbing teenage cock started to leak all over his blue shiny shorts. Did this mean he liked what had happened?

Ollie Morgan, son of Hollyoaks' resident alcoholic hot dad Luke, was the star player on the local team. Lithe and muscular, the teen made every girl's head turn with his twinkling eyes and handsome face. But he'd also made his coach, Buster, a shaven-headed handsome guy in his late thirties, look twice. And one night after a sweaty game Ollie had pulled a muscle and was sat in his football kit, legs spread, the smell of boy wafting out from under the shiny fabric. Buster got one hit of that ball-stink and couldn't resist. He offered Ollie a massage and slowly slid his hand up the trembling lad's inner thigh until he felt the heat of his sweaty teenage balls on his fingers.

Ollie's cock had immediately got hard. At six inches it was pretty impressive for his age and tented his shorts quite obviously. There were no words between them, just electric chemistry as Buster let his perv fingers brush those smooth balls and made Ollie's dick throb and leak in his shorts. Buster slid his fingers into Ollie's groin where his teen sweat had pooled. As Ollie leaned his head back and groaned Buster swiped his fingers up and down before pulling them out and holding them under his nose. That acrid smell of lad stink sent Buster's nine inch cock throbbing and oozing in his track suit bottoms as he fell to his knees between Ollie's legs.

"Wait!" Ollie said. "What you doing?"

"Don't worry lad," Buster said. "By time I'm done the pain in your leg will be the last thing on your mind."

Before Ollie knew it Buster was smiling up at as he buried his nose between Ollie's sweating glistening inner thighs. He took a hit from the source - those full teen balls emanating pure sweat and testosterone. He was sniffing away for a good minute or so before he let his tongue slip out between his lips and swipe the exposed smooth bollock hanging from Ollie's shorts. Ollie cried out - he'd never felt this before, and then Buster hooked his fingers around the waist of those shorts and yanked them down, setting Ollie's six inch throbber free, oozing pre from under its tightly stretched hood. Ollie had very little hair down there and as Buster spread his legs wide and pulled his hips forward so his teen crack was exposed too, the smell of his undercarriage was almost enough to make Buster cum in his pants there and then.

"I knew you went commando, son. Could tell by the smell of your shorts."

"What?" said Ollie. "You sniffed them?"

"I sniff all my lads' shorts," the perv coach responded. "The one with the strongest stink gets the best treatment."

And with that he slid his tongue under Ollie's balls feasting on his nubile smooth perineum, glistening with post-match sweat and trembling with each swipe of Buster's expert tongue. But Buster's main prize lay further down. That smooth pink hole that gave off the ultimate in teen lad erotic stink - that ripe smooth untouched hole that had been printing little brown marks on the lads' shorts all through the game. As Buster pushed Ollie's knees further up he looked up at the amazed and shocked lad.

"You just let daddy Buster do all the work. I'm gonna clean you so deep."

"What?!" Ollie gasped. "I'm dirty down there you can't be serious!"

But he got his answer as Buster's tongue dove right into his rectum. Ollie had only ever had his own finger in there, out of curiosity mainly to see how it felt and how it smelled. He'd been turned on and repulsed in equal measure by the vinegar stink of his boy-chute but Buster was literally tongue deep in there, sliding his inquisitive hot wet snake as far inside the lad as it would go.

"Oh fuck coach you're so deep!" cried Ollie.

"I need to taste you lad. Everything you've got, just push it all out for me."

Ollie did as he was told and pushed his hole out. As juice started to emerge - not quite shit but anal waters that bubbled out in wet farts - Buster lapped it all up like an animal. With his right hand he reached up and started to tug on Ollie's six inches, slick and slimy with pre and lad sweat. And with his left he unleashed his own mammoth nine inches and start to tug it off against the tiled floor of the locker room.

"Oh god!" Ollie moaned. "Oh god!"

Buster slurped and sucked on his boi-cunt as he tugged both his and Ollie's dicks at once.

"Tell me when you're gonna cum," Buster grunted between sucks on his pink flesh. "God you're so smooth!"

He nuzzled his nose and entire face in that crack. He wanted to be able to smell Ollie for the rest of the day. And then Ollie cried out that he was close and Buster quickly moved his head up and engulfed Ollie's teen cock in his hot greedy mouth. He swallowed the dick down his gullet and Ollie suddenly exploded. His hot sweet semen seemed to pump out for a whole minute as Ollie's whole body shook and he covered his mouth to stop the screams. Buster sucked and swallowed and imagined he was sucking every inch of liquid out of Ollie's body. It seemed to last forever until Buster then emptied his dad balls all over the floor.

They looked at each other in shock and Ollie hurried out in silence, his whole body tingling, his dick and arsehole buzzing with Buster's expert touch. And now here he was about to tell his dad the truth... but his dad had fallen asleep drunk... and his zipper was undone... And Ollie couldn't take his eyes off the growing bulge...

To Be Continued

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Next: Chapter 2


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