Towel-boy Part 2 By Chaim groeiutrecht@gmail.com
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Raymond heard the sounds of laughter and music coming from downstairs. He knew the core swimmers from the swim team were drinking and relaxing. He was their "towel-boy". One thing led to another and now Raymond was here in this bedroom to help the team out. He sucked serval team members already and Antonio took his cherry. Now Raymond waited for what was next. It was all part of the deal, a towel-boy took care of the team's needs. This was already a night Raymond would never forget. James, the initiator of this, promised him to take his ass when the team was done with him. Raymond smiled as Calle entered.
Calle
"Hey, Raymond," he said grinning down at him. Raymond was naked on his knees and ready for him. He worshipped this muscled stud for months. Calle's body was perfection itself. Broad shoulders, beautifully muscled arms, perfect six-pack abs, narrow waist, and not an ounce of fat anywhere. Calle looked at him and flicked his cock with one hand while holding a bottle of beer with the other to his lips. "Come on," Calle said after he swallowed a gulp. Calle handed him a beer and Raymond drank from it. "Hey, stand up and let me take a look at you." Raymond didn't
know what he meant, but he stood to look at him. Calle grinned.
"Well, ain't you just a hot young stud?" Raymond smiled while he
poured on the compliments about how he was developing. He told Calle that it was his inspiration, and that seemed to make him feel very good. "God, I'm hot." said Calle. He sat down on the edge of the bed facing him. Calle's cock was obviously as hard as it could get. Raymond dropped to his knees and his hands moved up Calle's legs. They slowly slipped over his abs and chest, finally reaching Calle's swollen cock. Not only did Raymond start slowly pumping his cock, but he also started kissing up his leg. Calle's hands moved over Raymond's back and shoulders. Calle watched in totally shocked amazement as Raymond's head slowly moved up the leg and into his crotch. The stud didn't know what to say as Raymond swallowed his cock. Raymond knew what to do and was sucked Calle's cock, feeling it grow inside his mouth, thicker and longer until it's head rubbed against the back of his throat. Raymond gagged but kept sucking. "Shit man, better stop or I'll shoot down your throat," Calle warned him but he didn't push Raymond away, so he kept sucking. He heard Calle moan as he started to fuck his mouth. Raymond moved his hands up Calle's thighs and onto his buttocks. They were firm, hard and round. He explored them as he sucked his cock. Raymond got the weight of his loaded nuts on his chin, and his dense pubes on his nose. He smelt him, tasted every finch of his cock and his pre-cum. On his knees before this muscled swim star, he felt every part of Calle's intimidating strength and power. Raymond tasted the sharp saltiness of his pre-cum smeared over his lips, trailing back again along his tongue. Raymond sucked harder, pushing his head forth to meet that impressive member. He felt Calle's muscles tighten under his hands, hearing his breath come quicker.
"Oh yeah, boy! Suck me!" Calle groaned, both hands tight around Raymond's head. "Get ready!" Raymond heard the quick pants, Calle's shaft throbbed. He found himself welcoming the torrential flood of com. Hot, streaming teen cum, filling his mouth, easing slowly down his throat. He drank him, taking his cock and cum without protest. Calle pulled back, hearing Raymond's slight sigh as his cock slipped out of his mouth. Raymond felt his cock leave his mouth, slip off his lips. Lowering his head slightly, Raymond caught his breath, heavy with the smell of cum, his senses still swimming with Calle's young maleness. He saw him slip his cock back in his shorts. A hand grabbed his shoulders, dragging him upward to his feet. "Shit man, you really are a born cock sucker." Calle said handing down his beer. Raymond took the bottle and swallowed beer to mix with Calle's cum that was already in his stomach. Calle laughed at him, "I swear you the best damn fucking cocksucker I ever felt, boy." Raymond rubbed his hand upwards, feeling his smooth muscles. How many boys had dreamed of this? How many of the team members? Raymond was beyond wondering, the strange reality of being a cocksucker serving this swim star excited him. Calle was tower of solid teenage muscle, a future campion, winner. "Hey boy, you know the deal. Right?" Raymond glanced downward a little, avoiding Calle's eyes. The hand came up, pulled his head up slightly. Their gaze locked momentarily. Raymond stared back, a dull, deep look. blinked, he nodding slightly, letting out one slight word. "Yeah." Calle smiled, "Good, I'm straight. Just remember we're doing this for the team spirit." He stepped towards the door and laughed.
It went on until finally every hole in his body was sore and well used.
Slowly Raymond noticed that no one else arrived. "I'm done, I did it!" he
whispered to himself and smiled.
Randy
Coach Randy listened to their stories as his swimmers came down. He laughed at their jokes, admitted their need for sex and listened to flippant advice they gave each other. Someone asked, "He sucked your cock for you?" The answer was clear an straight forward, "Yeah, he did that and other stuff. He is totally into doing everything." Coach Randy smiled and interfered, "Like up his butt hole?" Antonio laughed, "Sure! Yeah, he liked that." being honest about it, "I took his cherry." Of course he liked that most of all and that's why he came up with it. "That's cool," Randy said, and raised no objections to any of their stories. Randy inspected his engorged cock in his shorts, his hand went down inside his jock. He sighed and looked at his horny team members. He slowly peeled the skin back off his cock-head as his fist stopped just below there to squeeze it forcing the clear liquid to drip out of the open slit. Coach felt his pre-cum dripping on his hand while trying to hold his ground. He didn't want to miss their stories. He was sure it would be worth his time. Antonio said, "I'm freaking you out, Coach?" Randy determined to hear more. "Go ahead guys. I don't care. I'm cool with it." They laughed, "That makes you one of us," Sam said, breathing hard as he shared his own adventures. Sam felt exposed and like he might have gone too far in his effort to find their approval, but he still wanted them to be impress with his potency.
Well, Coach Randy had always been careful not to let his desire for his swimming team interfere with his job. He kept himself pretty well in check most of the time, but sometimes his hormones got the better of him.
So he went upstairs after Calle came down.
The guys listened to the footsteps walk away and the door open and close. They released their pent up discomfort explosively and they looked at each other with a knowing grin. "Now Coach Randy is really one of us," Diego remarked and they laughed. Most of the team quickly showered and changed and went home.
Coach Randy opened the door and smelled sex. The room was filled with the smells of horny teens, cum and sweat. There sat Raymond, his young body was glistening with sweat. The Coach eyed him, took a deep breath and took his time. There the boy sat, stroking his dick slowly, eyes closed, and leaning back against the wall, a satisfied smile on his cute face. Coach just stood there watching him, his own cock growing harder by the minute. This was his chance he thought. When was he ever going to get a better opportunity to taste that boy's juices than now. Randy slowly walked toward Raymond, never letting his gaze wander from the beautiful sight in front of him. As he got closer Raymond's eyes sprang open, and he almost stopped stroking his dick. The boy paused, was about to utter an explanation, but could see the lust in the Coach's eyes. Raymond knew that sense of longing and knew that their lust matched. He knew the Coach Randy had been watching the team as they went upstairs to visited him. Now their Coach was walking toward him, and he could tell he wanted whatever Raymond had to offer. After a minute Randy pulled out a piece of fabric and tossed it to him. "That should fit you. Try it on." Raymond realized what it was, a jock strap! It was all-white with "Towel-boy" written across the waistband in block letters. Sensing his confusion, Coach said, "I give these to every towel-boy who meets my team's needs. Why don't you try them on and tell me how it fits." Raymond hesitated, he couldn't see his face, but something told him the Coach was licking his lips. "Get that jock on!" Wanting to get it over with he put on the jockstrap, and turned to face the Coach again. Convincing himself to calm down, he subtly took a deep breath and moved his hands to my sides. Randy's reaction didn't really change though. He was focused on something else, "Turn around. I want to make sure it fits right." At this point, Raymond understood that he wanted him to do. He felt uncomfortable being inspected so closely by him. Once his bare ass was presented to him, Randy let out a low whistle. "Damn boy, that's an impressive ass. I understand why all my boys want to fuck you." Before Raymond could even register what he was doing, he felt the Coach's fingers slide
under the waistband. "That feels right. Now let me check..." Letting the sentence drift off, he slipped his fingers under the bottom straps. While he slid his fingers under the fabric, the palms of his hands caressed the soft mounds of Raymond's ass. He even started to pull his cheeks apart. Once Raymond felt the cool air on his asshole, he jolted and took a step forward and tried to ignore how prominent his bulge had become. He gathered all his courage and asked, "See something you want Coach?" He knew the answer already. "Yeah boy I do," Randy said. "Why don't you get down on your knees in front of me and lick my feet and work your way up?" Raymond got down on the floor in front of him. He wasn't sure where this was going, but he didn't care anymore. "Get your face on my cock boy!" Coach ordered. The sudden force of his words rang in the deserted room. Raymond's dick was leaking as he leaned his way over to take the Coach's cock into his mouth. Raymond braced himself against the Coach's massive legs and licked the head of his cock tentatively. What the fuck was he doing? He had serviced the whole team, blew them, they took his cherry. He had been fucked several times and his bowels were still full of their teen cum, but this was different. Raymond knew he had to obey Coach Randy because this was a man to be respected. Coach was a tremendously muscled man, about twice his own size, maybe a little taller. The guys of the swimming team knew he loved them and they returned his love with their deep respect.
Raymond licked his piss-slit and smelled crotch musk, sweat, and piss. It was more than he imagined. Raymond stared into the Coach's eyes, as he slowly swallowed his mushroomed cock-head. "You like my cock, boy?" Randy knew the answer, all the boys loved it, but he waited to see Raymond's reaction. All he got was a mummer, and Raymond's bobbing head on his cock. Coach Randy was in heaven, it had been along time since a boy had serviced his needs. He knew this boy serviced his swimming team, now it was his turn. Randy held Raymond's head down on his cock until he heard him start to gag. "Yeah boy, you like my cock, you want my man cock on you, don't you?" Raymond lifted his head off his cock, looked into his eyes, and said, "Yes Coach, use me! I'm here to be whatever you want, I'm your towel-boy." That was all the Coach had to hear.
They were in their own world of lust, they hadn't noticed that someone had come into the room and was watching them. Bobby was hot. He was the kind of guy that everyone checked out, even straight guys. He was tall and had toned muscles, if he wasn't swimming he was down at the gym. Bobby's legs were amazing. They were buff from all the swimming and tanned from being outside. He just enough hair to know he was manly but so smooth you could lick them. Those sexy legs attached to a smooth and defined torso with a hairless six-pack that was only exaggerated by his perfectly firm pecs. Bobby was physically stunning, but he had a charisma about him that attracted the whole team to him, especially the Coach. Bobby was turned on, this was scene he was born to join and enjoy. He walked quietly up behind Raymond, who was sucking the Coach's cock willingly. "Can anyone join or is this still a private party?" was all he could asked. Coach's eyes lit up seeing the handsome swimmer, with a full mast standing there in front of him.
Bobby assessed the sight in front of him. Here was Randy a young hot teen, still a boy, with his ass exposed, ready to be fucked sucking their Coach. Bobby winked at him, Raymond knew they were in for the time of their life. He Raymond just continued to suck the Coach's cock. Suddenly Raymond felt Bobby's hot breath against his ass hole. The teen spread his ass cheeks apart and was blowing warm air on his boy hole. The pucker winked at him with every assault. Bobby buried his nose into the crack and breathed in deeply. The scent of this boy was like poppers, and his cock jerked up with excitement. Bobby let his tongue lick the cum filled boy hole and tasted Raymond's well loaded ass. It was delicious the cum of his teammates! Bobby was shaking with excitement, there was nothing more exciting than the taste of a well fucked ass. Bobby pushed his tongue deep into the open boy hole. Raymond opened up for the intrusion, expanding his hole as much as he could. Lubing the hole up good with his tongue, Bobby started to probe the Raymond's pucker. The boy quickly opened up wider for him and within minutes Bobby had three fingers moving in and out of his boy-pussy. Bobbby groaned, he was horny and in need of relief. He moved into position and aimed the head of his raging hard-on at Raymond's ass hole. He pushed, and the ring slowly gave way to the probe. Raymond had been fucked by the team, so could have it and his face was contorted into a sneer of pleasure, which would occasionally break into a gasp of surprise at the sensations. Sensations Raymond didn't know he could feel. Bobby knew this boy's backside wasn't virgin territory, but he was sure he hadn't been broken in properly. He was the man to do that, his cock was the biggest, not many guys could take his cock easily.
Bobby has the biggest cock on the swimming team, the biggest in his whole school, actually. It's a real monster, and he's all the time
having to show it to other guys, and jerk off for them so they can see it shoot, and even let them touch it. Most younger guys, once they touch Bobby's huge cock, they had to see it shoot, and if he told them the only way he's going to make him cum for was they sucked him, they protested, but sooner or later they did, they couldn't resist the temptation to feel his huge hard cock in their mouths, to taste Bobby's hot teen cum. Bobby got a blow job almost every day that way, and fucked some of them but he never had this boy.
Raymond just kept his focus on sucking the Coach's cock, and tried to relax his ass. Within seconds the pain turned into pleasure as Bobby slowly started to move his cock in and out of his boy hole. "Damn, you are tight boy!" Bobby shouted. The warmth of the boy's hole engulfed his cock and was massaging it with urgency. "Yeah Bobby, fuck him, tear his hole up!" Coach was enjoying the show. "Make his hole nice and loose so my man cock can ride him as well." Coach wanted nothing more than to join the fun. He closed his eyes and thought back how his cock had taken his Bobby's cherry ass two years ago. How he had begged for it and had pushed back hard on his cock to swallow every last inch. He pictured Bobby's young smooth beautiful bubble butt and how great his cock looked splitting it open. That had been a wonderful moment! Coach looked around,
the room stunk of cum and sweat. Moans and groans punctuated the silence along with Raymond's outcry of lust, "Oh fuck, yeah fuck me." Bobby was still fucking the little towel-boy. The guy couldn't get enough. Raymond continued to suck on his cock as the muscled teen pounded his ass mercilessly. Coach's cock was slick with Raymond's spit and it was ready to enter an ass. He witnessed the pleasure Bobby was taking in using the Raymond's ass, Randy wanted to experience the same and got a bright idea.
Bobby was two years older now and his ass looked firmer and so inviting. Coach Randy pulled his cock out of Raymond's mouth and moved into position behind Bobby. The young swimmer's ass was well muscled. Coach spat into his hand, spread the lube on Bobby's hole, and rammed his cock into his asshole. Bobby bucked suddenly, driving his cock further into Raymond's ass, as he was being speared from behind.
Coach took no mercy on him, and grabbing Bobby's hips, starting thrusting his cock into the teen's ass. Bobby groaned and quickly fell into rhythm and with the same passion, returned the thrusts into Raymond. The boy pushed back against Bobby's member. The deeper his thrusts were, the more pleasure Raymond felt. Coach Randy continued to assault the Bobby's asshole, reveling in the warmth, the heat that wrapped around his cock. The feeling of fucking a teen's ass was so good! The strength of this teen, the eager taking of his cock spurred him on to fuck harder and deeper into him. Bobby suddenly came upon an idea.
"Raymond boy, you want both our cocks up your boy pussy?" The question seemed almost impossible, but exactly what Raymond wanted. "Don't know that I can take both you in me, this is the night I have ever been fucked." He was ready, but wasn't sure it would work. "Stand up, and let me and the Coach get into position". Bobby orchestrated the scene. Raymond and Bobby lay down on the floor, feet to head until their cocks touched. "Now boy, just lower yourself down a bit on Coach his cock, then I will come in and move up beside." Raymond squatted over the Coach's member and allowed just the head to push through, it went inside just a little bit more to secure it inside him. Bobby moved his cock head next to the Coach's and pushed through the tight opening. Raymond strained as he opened his hole as wide as he could, and suddenly he felt Bobby's cock-head slip in. It was fucking intense. The James of adrenaline was so intense that he thought he would pass out. The sheer fact that he now had to cocks in his ass was amazing. Raymond slowly pushed his weight down until he had a couple of inches of both dicks in his ass, he then proceeded to ride them both. Their cocks rubbed up against each other with each rise and push of Raymond. The reaction was more than Bobby could stand and he wanted to coat the boy's ass with his cum seed, and knowing all his buddies on the team did the same. This was exceptional, he sensed their Coach was equally as turned on by the whole scene and was ready as well. Raymond was in heaven, and knew at that moment that his life would never be the same. He had opened doors to a world he thought impossible to join. He was just the their towel-boy, too young for the team but he was enjoying the bonding of boys and men. Raymond knew his body was meant to give pleasure to other men and boys, and no matter what he was going to pursue that. He wanted it, he needed it, and it would satisfy the needs of the swimming team.
They had been at this double fuck for minutes, when Coach felt
his balls tighten. He knew he was about to blow, and he could feel Bobby's cock twitch as well. They both grabbed Raymond's hips and thrust their cocks as far into him as they would go. The boy's hole ripped apart
as both meaty spears, punctured his insides and began to spill their juice. Both Coach and Bobby could feel their sperm shoot deep into the boy's bowels. It seemed that it lasted forever. Once drained, they slowly
slipped out of Raymond's used hole and lay there exhausted on the floor.
Raymond bent down on each cock and cleaned the cum, off them. He wanted not only to carry their juice in his ass, but wanted to taste it as well. There was something intensely intimate about the whole scene. Coach Randy had come in his jock, and was savoring the warm feeling of his cum covering his balls and seeping out of the mesh material.
All three lay there in a stupor for some minutes, and until they could catch their breaths, and regain some strength. Raymond was the first to speak. "Coach, that was wonderful, you know how to motivate your team." Coach Randy smiled. All boys knew their Coach would do everything for the team whatever was necessary to keep them winning. If taking care of their sexual needs was part of it, so be it.
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