strength-coach-1

Subject: Strength Coach (gay/high school) Strength Coach by Rio Mack DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex. Please help support Nifty! Rush Turner has been looking forward to this all summer. He was starting his job, one he'd gotten right out of college. A dream job -- a fantasy, really -- varsity strength coach and PE teacher at a midwest suburban high school legendary for its sports programs (hockey, wrestling, and especially football, where the school's almost always in the state finals). Rush had interned as assistant strength coach for his college football team during his senior year. Sports -- and especially conditioning -- were Rush's life. Having played sports from pee wee through high school, he started working out seriously in junior high. Then, in college, he limited his actual playing time to intramural sports, choosing to focus his free time on weight lifting and advanced body-sculpting, while taking classes on kinesthesia, conditioning, yoga, massage, and anatomy. Almost immediately, haunting the gym as often as he did in college, he hooked into the heavy gay-muscle under-life on his campus, quickly proving a popular fuck-buddy to the large coterie of gay athletes and coaches on his school's various teams. At the end of his junior year, he parlayed his gorgeous body, classic jock charisma, and superb knowledge of conditioning into that plum senior-year internship of assistant strength coach, where he really upped his game as far as fucking and sucking with his school's hottest athletes. Given his amazing body and sexual athleticism, it was easy to attract the kind of studs he craved. Rush is ripped. Seriously jacked. Big, beautifully carved arms, but not too big, more like sexy big, lickably big. Round, juicy, hard-packed calves. The best 8-pack possible, with those super-sexy V cuts. Gorgeous chest, with perfectly sculpted pecs, highlighted by a teasingly suckable set of dime-sized nipples. A firm, meaty, marble-sculpted muscle-ass he loved having horny dudes eat out. And just the right amount of lean, carved bulk everywhere else, perfectly enhanced by a whisper-light dusting of blonde fur on his chest, and a thin trail down to a trimmed-close stubble-patch above his cock. And what a sweet cock! As painstakingly perfect as his physique was, Rush felt it was his cock that really made dudes take notice: nine mouth-watering inches (ten-and-a-half hard) of thick, fulsome uncut man-meat, with a luscious length of foreskin hooding his cockhead, along with a full, drooping pair of walnut-sized balls that thwacked solidly when he pounded some stud's ass. One of his lovers in college, an art history grad student he cruised during a workout session one afternoon, nailed later in the showers, then met up with regularly during junior year, once told Rush he looked like a Michelangelo sketch of a male nude -- not just masculine physical perfection, but a muscular ideal seeming to throb with all the lust the artist felt for his subject. Plus, Rush has a sweet, soulful, bad-boy, heart-throb, pin-up gorgeous face. Given all this, on the advice a young assistant coach fuck-buddy, he started shopping a photo portfolio around, and in the past two years he's established a definite foothold in the competitive world of fitness modeling: he has two nationally known photographers who schedule him fairly regularly for work (underwear/jock strap/swim-suit shoots), plus he's been featured in a couple best-selling coffee-table muscle books (one of which was all nudes; fuck, were those photos hot), and last year he appeared on five romance-book covers. He got some grooming tips once from a very knowledgeable stylist on one of his shoots (who turned out to be hot as hell in bed) and now keeps his chiseled jaw sexy with a permanent blonde scruff that blends in perfectly with his buzzed blonde head. He graduated with an enviable physical training/muscle science degree, and that, along with a great letter from an assistant coach (who could not get enough of his cock), made him a shoo-in for the high school strength coach position, where he'll supervise the two-a-days in the weight room before and after classes for the football team, plus offer several periods of athletes-only phys ed classes throughout the day. Rush's desire, as soon as he found out he'd landed the job, has been, as delicately and discretely as possible, to recreate the gay-muscle gym culture he'd grown so used to in college. In those weeks leading up to the start of school, he'd jack to thoughts of how hot it would be to start a fuck-buddy network with the current young studs he'd be training. He knew from experience how much sex a testosterone-drenched young athlete craved, and there was nothing like hard-core, full-out m/m action to satisfy a muscle-dude's deepest needs. All hot teen jocks were curious, and Rush was only too willing to help nurture that robust young curiosity. He'd been spoiled from the ease with which shower or locker room cruising in college led so matter-of-factly to two or three studs stroking and sucking and fucking to perfectly round off an intense work-out. In almost four years, with the studs he'd met in the campus gym and sports programs, he'd never had a dry spell. Hot, cut dudes, working off all that pumped-up energy after an intense workout, in the cum-drenched frenzy of hard-body coupling -- once a fit stud got a taste for it, it became a key part of elite conditioning. Rush's desire grew even stronger, that first day on the job, when he saw how hot so many of his current charges were, especially on the football team. Boy-lust was like a thick steam in the air that first day. There was Rush, in his tight T, showing off that beautifully rippling torso. Anxious to get those young studs' juices flowing, he also wore a very tight pair of trunk-style Aussie gym shorts, commando, as a tone-setter, so the boys could start drooling right from the get-go, seeing his thick meaty shaft lusciously outlined under the stretched-taut fabric. Years and years of hanging around with hot boys taught him that a true stud is by definition into dudes -- in order to achieve their own physical perfection, they had to have internalized, (eroticized, really) a muscular, homoerotic ideal, so it was just a matter of pressing the right buttons. His outfit that first day definitely pushed those buttons, he quickly saw, as the hot young jocks in his class couldn't take their eyes off him. From experience, Rush knew what was up with most of those young hotties -- they probably didn't even know yet how strong their gay-muscle desire was. He was willing to bet money that each thinks he's the only one among his hot team-mates who's discovered how hot it is to stroke 24/7 to all the gay porn he's downloaded, or pose naked in front of his bedroom mirror, worshipping firm, cut, young muscle, teasing his needy cock into randy hardness, his horny mind a dizzying whirl of gay-lust j/o fantasies. Yep, Rush thinks, as he keeps catching one jock after another staring at his cock or ass or chest or arms, this will be easy. That first week, after his initial delight with the dazzling parade of hot young beefcake he was training, he began to cull the herd, focusing on his plan of selectively initiating these teen jocks into the pleasures of m/m sex. There's one football stud, Cody, the hottest-looking boy on his team. About 6 foot, achingly perfect body (looks like a young me, Rush laughs to himself), spiky brown hair, handsome as hell, great smile even. From day one, Rush has made it a point to shower with his boys after workouts, so he can check out all that naked young muscle and they can feed their stroke fantasies with his hard-carved, big-dicked perfection, and so he knows Cody has a sweet cock to go with that hot body. In the weight room on Friday of that first week, during the second of the football team's two-a-day lifting sessions, he notices Cody hovering around him with a jittery indecisiveness he's trying hard not to show. Maybe shy about asking me a question, Rush thinks. The excited emotions playing over Cody's flushed, animated face make the gorgeous young jock even hotter, putting a radiant blush on his classic good looks. Rush figures he should help this hot boy out. "Cody, my man. How ya doin'?" "Uh, cool, Coach. Great! Really good! Hey, Coach. Um, can I ask? You got a minute?" "Sure, dude. What's up?" Cody's nervousness is charming. His eyes bounce from Rush's beautifully cut chest, to his sensuously rugged, blonde-scruffed face, to the huge bulge outlined under his tight, brief gym shorts, and away to the floor. Rush was glad he'd worn a jock today as he was starting to feel an electric surge in his groin from being close to this gorgeous young bursa escort jock stud, all pumped and sweaty. He wondered if Cody could sense how much Rush wanted to fuck him right now. "Well, so, I see you in the showers, right? And it's like -- damn, dude! Your body is FUCKING JACKED! Like, TOTALLY! I mean, dude, you've got, like, the hottest body I've ever seen. Plus, I gotta say, it's AWESOME how you shower with us dudes -- first time ever I've had a gym teacher or coach do that! And why the fuck not, right? I mean, we're all dudes, and what a great fucking role model a seriously cut stud like you makes for a dude like me trying to get jacked. Seeing you naked really lets me see all that amazing muscle you're packing. You know, like study it. And I mean, like, well okay, thing is -- Dude! I SERIOUSLY want abs like yours! I mean, I know what you've been teaching US to do this week in terms of abs, but, like, what's YOUR routine to get such a freaky-hot washboard? SO fucking hot, dude!" Rush's already strong lust for the boy suddenly surges stronger at hearing the boy's excited blather over cut male muscle. Rush could only take it as a shy, jittery attempt at flirting with his teacher. In hopes it would go where, though? What are the limits to Cody's muscle-passion? Rush fought to keep his lust under control. "Thanks, for the compliment, Cody. I'm proud as hell of this slab." No limits, is the sense Rush gets -- the rest of the team has hit the lockers. He's convinced: this is the boy's clumsy, but very sexy, and no doubt first time, attempt at cruising another hot dude for sex. All hot boys go through this awkward rite of passion, sometimes with each other, but mostly with hot older dudes whose looks and bodies mesmerize them. Not just dudes with the kind of body they want, but dudes who seem so sure of themselves, so comfortable with their bodies, with their sexuality, with their nudity, with their intimacy with other males -- all of which these boys found incredibly heady and exciting, even if they didn't know why. Rush knows his part in this always-exciting ritual and will not disappoint. He quickly, matter-of-factly, pulls his shirt off and throws it aside, flaunting his prized 8-pack, running his hands slowly, invitingly, teasingly, over each deeply chiseled muscle. "Hell yes, I can make those abs of yours pop out like mine easy, dude. But first, bro, let me say: I see YOU in the shower, too, and you already got a hella fine body. Seriously cut. Way sexy, dude!" "Dude." "Bro." Rush purposefully uses the vocatives of male intimacy with the young jock god. "Damn! Thanks, man! Means an awful lot coming from a stud like you! And right -- I been working out since I was like 12 or something. And, like, definitely, I got the 6-pack." Cody proudly lifts up his own tight compression T to show a gorgeous set of teen-jock abs. Then he modestly pulls it back down. "But how the fuck do I get that 8-pack you got? That's the goal, right? For a smoking hot body? The hottest dudes I see online and in the fitness mags all have that, but it's like I'm fucking stalled on my abs workout. I seriously want those super-defined abs and those deep fucking cuts like you got! Fuck, man, it's like a plate of ravioli! So damn hot, bro!" He boldly reaches a confident hand out to trace his coach's sexy V-cuts, sending a pleasure-jolt through Rush's groin, right through his thickening cock. There was no question the boy was intensely gay curious. Rush ruffles his hair, loving where he knows this is going. "Thanks, dude. Sure, I'll show you my routine. Right now, if you want. But you got the time? Cause it takes about 30 minutes or so. More, I guess, if I'm going to be stopping to show you. So, we might be here an hour or so, if you add in stretching and a shower afterward." Rush is scripting it so their muscle-flaunting foreplay in the gym will be as long and maddeningly pleasurable as possible, then the wet, naked shower-sex later. It will be delicious. This is exactly the kind of fuck-buddy intimacy he's wanted to get started with the cream of his muscle-jocks. Hell yes, he smiles to himself, it's starting! Cody's eagerness is only too apparent: deliriously relieved to have gotten out his shy request, he's become immediately flushed with an intensity that's sensual in its excitement. His body seems to radiate lust. He fist-pumps a couple times, and when he does his hips seem to jut out in confidence. Rush can trace the boy's deliciously big bulge. Rush's cock is surging steadily now at the thought of their shower afterward. Everyone else will be long gone from the gym after the forty or so minutes of heavy muscle cruising into which Rush will transform their one-on-one training session. Then some stretching - in jocks, of course, taking it to the next steamy level; then stripping off their jocks to reveal hard or half-hard cocks, which will no doubt be fully hard after a minute or so in the shower. Amped, Cody sort of bobs and weaves over to him, ready to get seriously physical, one-on-one, with his coach. "Hell yes, Coach! I got tons of time! Fuck, I got all night! Nothing going on later! So yeah! Definitely! Awesome!!" Rush flexes his upper body shamelessly, noticing an immediate glazing over of the boy's riveted gaze. "Concentrate on my muscles when I show you the routine, so you can see the actual pump you want. That's going to help you mentally visualize it when you do it. You've got to see exactly how the muscles work, how they're supposed to contract, to understand the pump you're after. The most efficient, most effective pump." "Awesome!" The boy's eyes never leave Rush's beautifully sculpted, rippling slab. I bet he's getting hard, Rush thinks to himself, checking that already-pronounced bulge for movement. Rush first demonstrates what he does on the Roman chair for the boy, explaining his technique. "Make sense? OK, your turn. See how you do. And strip that shirt off. I gotta see your pump to make sure you're doing it right." Rush's turn to stare; the boy is beautiful. Easily the best-worked body of the varsity boys. That sexy, nicely carved high school jock bulk that always gets Rush off. Beefy but sleek and smooth and beautifully proportioned. Broad shoulders and nice big guns -- perfect big, blocking tight end body, like those hockey studs Rush loved to fuck in college. Sexy little brown-dot nips Rush can just taste. And that beautiful 6-pack. The whole thing is like lush fruit at peak ripeness. Cody gets the hang of leg raises on the Roman chair immediately. Rush loves watching that sexy body pump. Especially seeing that luscious ass on every leg pump up. He can feel his own cock stirring wildly, expectantly. And the boy's gorgeous face, getting even sexier as those smooth cheeks redden with the strain and those thick ruby lips pant and grunt. Their muscle-cruising continues as Rush shows the various pull-ups and crunches he does to complete his abs routine. They finish flushed, sweaty, seriously pumped. The air is thick with the steamy release of testosterone. Rush can just feel the boy's young ballsac churning up cum the way his own is pumping. "Do that every other day, and you'll have an 8-pack by Thanksgiving. Guaranteed." The boy glows with the sexiness of freshly worked muscle. Rush can't take his eyes off those beautiful, pumped young abs. He wants to lick them up and down while tweaking those hard brown nips. "Damn! Intense workout! Unreal! So hot working out with you, Coach! Can't believe I'm finally gonna get that super-sexy washboard!" The boy made no movement to leave, just kept shyly trying to stop his gaze from locking onto the beautifully cut muscle of his coach's naked, sweaty upper body. Rush knew what was up. He helps the boy with his lines, knowing so well the script of this primal two-man drama. "Any other tips you need, dude? I got lots of time. I got nothing going on tonight either." The boy brightened immediately. Speech came easily now. "Actually -- and don't laugh, OK? I mean, I swear I'm not perving on you or anything. But also, in the shower, I gotta say, when I check out that unreal body of yours -- well, like, I mean, seriously, don't laugh, but THAT ASS, dude! Fucking awesome!! Again, I keep trying, but how do you get that hot, lean, totally cut muscle-ass? Those dimples, man, hot as fucking hell! I got, like, a natural bubble-butt, and chicks say they dig it and all, but I really wanna get those sweet cuts, that super-sexy muscle-stud ass like you got. Fuck, dawg, looks like two dimpled grapefruits or something. So damn hot!" "Hell yeah! You got that right, bro -- that's a hallmark of a serious body-builder, that bursa escort bayan hot, cut muscle-ass. Yeah, hard-carved glutes are sexy as hell. You add ripped abs and a cut-muscle ass to that already hot package you got -- damn, you'll be the stud everyone wants to fuck, no doubt. C'mon, let's go over to the blocks." Once there, Rush casually steps out of his gym shorts, leaving him in just a jock. "Again, it's crucial you visualize the pump," he explains to the goggle-eyed boy. He poses and flexes a bit, as if it's a natural part of training, flexing his buttocks, thrusting his hips, pumping his arms, undulating all that beautifully rippling, bare-assed muscle mass. Cody is audibly amazed, letting out a sharp, breathless gasp of involuntary arousal at the sight of his coach's naked beauty fully revealed, just a skimpy, pouch-bursting jock covering all that gorgeously worked muscle. Rush's thick, meaty cock, engorged beneath the thin, worn mesh of his jock pouch, makes it seem like the only thing covering his huge bulge of man-meat was a fine dusting of talcum powder. Rush knows, from all his posing before a mirror in just a jock, how hot he must look to the boy right now. Indeed, the helpless boy's bright, wide eyes are locked on his bulge. Does the boy realize there's no turning back now, Rush wonders? He must. Stretching and flexing a bit before demo'ing the exercise, so the boy can sate his gaze on heady male perfection, Rush feels his own cock thicken with the sexiness of their flirting. He looks down and notices how obscenely visible his huge length is -- a thick, meaty shaft of male desire. Feels so good swelling up like this in front of the boy, he thinks, letting him see what a dude's cock so naturally, so sexily does when it's in the intimate company of another hot dude, the way it hardens and throbs in fierce, proud arousal. That lust-drunk stare of Cody's on his mesh-stretched length of meat feels like the shy, nervous tremor of a jock teen's hand, excited to stroke its first hard man-cock. After hearing Cody say `damn,' and `fuck!' and `way hot, dude' over and over, Rush finishes flexing and begins to show the boy his routine. He demonstrates the calf raises and leg lifts and squats he uses to sculpt that perfect muscle-ass. He turns to the boy, whose cheeks now almost glow red, whose forehead is covered by a thin film of sweat. Rush knows how a ripe, athletic young boy's first-time indulgence in same-sex intimacy is one of the most climactic moments of his life. "OK, stud, your turn. Strip off those shorts so I can see if you're getting the pump right." The last of the other boys will be showered, dressed, and long gone by now, Rush knows. The one door from the locker room to the hall is set to lock upon closing, so there's absolutely no chance of an interruption. Cody never flinches, Rush notices, despite the churning mixture of heart-racing excitement and nerve-shattering nervousness that must be roiling in him, naked muscle-flirting (and now dick-teasing) like this with a hot older stud for the first time. Rush smiles to see the boy wearing the same brand and style of jock Rush wears at school -- a simple, sexy, low-rise Bike with 1-inch straps -- which he's given the boys ample time to check out, given the way he always seems to find some excuse for hanging out in the locker room, in just a jock, both before their workouts, as he walks through the lockers giving some mindless pep-talk, savoring the sight of prime teen beef in various stages of undress, or afterwards, before he strips off that jock to shower with the boys. It's an old school, muscle-stud sexy jock, and Rush knows he looks incredible in it. And, damn, so does Cody. Especially they way the straps cup his smooth, luscious ass. The pouch, Rush sees, is nicely filled; the boy has an impressive package, Rush already knows from checking him out in the showers, a good six thick inches or so of smooth, uncut boy-meat that Rush looks forward to seeing fully revealed again soon, when their foreplay gets steamier in the shower, when they can soap and stroke each other's muscle and cock and ass, when Cody will have the first great sex of his young life. Rush bets the boy has never been with a dude before. Pity -- that nice thick cock of his, and no one to show him the best way to play with it. His own semi-hard shaft plumps at the thought of what awaits them both, the boy's initiation into same-sex pleasure. His dick pulses and throbs now at the thought of them naked naked, luxuriating in each other's beautiful hard body and stiff jutting manhood. He looks down: his cock's almost fully hard now, throbbing steadily with arousal at what's ahead. He looks over at the boy's gaze and sees it's still locked onto his fully gorged thickness. Must seem like heaven to this excited young stud, he thinks, realizing he'll finally be able to sate his insistent passion for another man. As Cody tries to replicate Rush's routine, being guided and tweaked and touched and stroked every step of the way by his very hands-on coach, the two watch each other's exquisitely carved, scantily clad, cock-throbbing near-nudity as they flex and pump and pose for each other. The muscle cruising is full-tilt now: very conscious on Rush's part; but just as excited, just as intense on the boy's, given the way he proudly flexes and poses for his coach, asking Rush to feel his glutes to see if he's getting the pump right. Rush is delighted to oblige. He feels up the boy's ass shamelessly `explaining' to him the theory behind the pump and which muscles it was supposed to work. He uses to hands to stroke and prod, and once he even graps the boy's cheeks firmly, thumbs wedged up in Cody's crack, while he tries to describe the desired effect. When it's his turn to demonstrate again, so Cody can fully understand the new pumps, he places the boy's hands on his own hard-carved ass so the boy can feel the muscles flex and pump. Rush can actually see the boy's swollen cock twitch and spasm in his jock-pouch. The site is exquisite and makes his own cock similarly throb. Afterwards, still flushed and almost too trembling to get the words out, Cody stammers his gratitude for the extra training lesson in a torrent of jumbled enthusiasm. Rush coolly takes the excited response in stride. "No sweat, dude. `Swhat they hired me for. C'mon, stud, a nice, long, hot shower'll feel fine as fuck right now." He pats the boy's exposed ass playfully, then nonchalantly cups it as he herds him to the door leading to the locker room and showers. He looks down at the boy's straining jock pouch and smirks pleasantly when he sees the moist area near the tip, dark and wet with what must now be a strong, steady stream of precum. How badly Rush wanted to get down and suck that delicious nectar right through the damp, bulging mesh, tonguing the boy's hard shaft up and down as he savored every drop of the clear, tangy, jock-honey he was able to suck through the pouch. But such pleasures will come later, he thinks, unless he's misreading Cody's signs of desire. He's got a feeling extra training with Cody will become a regular thing. Once near the showers, Rush casually strips his jock off, exposing over nine thick inches of semi-hard, uncut man-meat, set off in mouth-watering relief by his shaved-stubble blonde pubes. It's almost like he can feel the boy's temperature rise. He flexes and poses a bit, flaunting erotic male perfection for the dazzled boy. "How about you snag us a couple towels from the bench, and I'll get us a nice hot shower started. Mmmmm, is this ever gonna feel fine!" He playfully slaps the boy's smooth, hard ass again, then turns toward the showers. His long, full, half-hard thickness sways teasingly as he walks. He can just feel the burn of Cody's gaze on the sexy-looking softball-sized mounds of his carved muscle-glutes, flexing and pumping as he walks. In maybe the minute it takes the boy to run and get towels, strip off his own jock, and join his muscle-god coach in the shower room, doubtless thrilled to be alone together in the shower with his first serious muscle-crush, Rush has begun lathering up his beautifully ripped body. When Cody makes the turn into the communal showers, he pulls up short at the wet-dream vision of his coach, lightly furred muscles wet and gleaming, one strong hand soaping up a long, thick, fully hard dick, the other fondling a sudsy, man-sized ballsac. Cody's own equally hard, fully erect, teen-jock cock is straining and twitching with wildly raging lust. Rush puts the boy at ease with some casual jock banter. "Damn, that workout felt good. Glad you asked for those tips, dude. Was so fine to have an extra training-session like that today. escort bursa And, seriously, anytime you want to do this again, bro, just ask. You or anyone on the team -- tell the other dudes, OK?" A few seconds later, watching Cody just stand there and stare, glazed over, a bit more banter. "This shower feels fine as fuck, stud. Feel free to join me under here. Always love showering with a buddy after I work out, helping each other wash up. That's such great motivation, feeling another cut dude's hard-packed muscle. Gets me psyched for my next workout." The hot water is starting to raise steam. Rush knows how sexy he must look, wet rippling muscles glistening, and dotted with sexy lather accents. The boy must be totally amped but utterly nervous at the idea of showering so close together to his coach, under the same showerhead. Muscle so close to muscle, cock so close to cock. The thought of such intimate, erotic proximity to Rush's hard-muscled, man-cock perfection must be intense as hell for him. As badly as he wants this, that's how nervous he is to finally go for it. He'll handle it beautifully, though, Rush knows. Cody's cool. They're going to have just the kind of fun he's sure the boy's shy attempt at extra gym help today ultimately had in mind. The boy's thick, jutting hard-on looks absolutely luscious. Cody is next to him now, vigorously soaping up his own smooth, cut muscle. He even dares to follow Coach's example and proudly lathers his seven or so inches of sleek, jutting, fully erect boy-cock, something he'd never do in front of his team-mates, something Rush bets he's never done with another male in his life, despite years' worth of fantasies, no doubt. Rush continues the small-talk as a mellow soundtrack to ease them into sexy shower-play. "Seriously, dude, any time you feel like another extra session, just ask. Cause, damn, dude you got a smoking hot body already, buff as hell. Just a few weeks of upping your workouts, maybe making extra practice regular, Friday afternoons like this, or even a couple of afternoons a week, and you will be a sexy fucking beast! Porn-star ripped, I'm telling you!" "Damn! I'd love extra workouts with you, Coach. That'd be awesome! As much as possible, I'm down for it! I'm totally into muscle. I work out at home all the time. Drives my folks crazy, but I'm serious about looking as hot as I can." Then the boy looks over at Rush with unabashed lust. "Fuck, I'd love to look even half as good as you, Coach! You are SO DAMN HOT, dude!" Then he gets animated again, still staring lewdly at Rush's naked perfection. "Seriously, dude, you are easily the sexiest looking guy I've ever seen. Hands-fucking-down! Perfect body! Believe me, dude, I know! Cause when I'm not lifting, chances are pretty damn good I'm checking out hot muscle on the internet. Fuck, all kinds of hot muscle sites. I mean, you say `porn-star' hot? Dude, I'm way into porn it's wedged firmly in the boy's wet crack. Cody moans with delight when he feels that, then immediately pressures his excited, willing ass firmly back against the delicious first-time feel of another dude's hard cock wedged in his hungry ass. Rush gently pulls the boy close to him and begins to knead the boy's smooth, succulent-looking ass-cheeks -- slowly, sensually, insistently -- while he begins to grind his thick hardness up and down the boy's soapy crack. "Such a fine fucking ass, dude. So damn smooth. So damn firm." He grinds his huge hardness more aggressively up and down in the cherry boy's soapy crack. "So fucking sexy. Mmmmm, feel how a hot, young muscle-stud ass like yours gets me hard as fuck." Rush fondles the boy's smooth, beautiful butt cheeks with frank lust, easing his hardness out so he can let his fingers trail up and down the boy's crack as he strokes and fingers and ooh's and ahh's. Cody's voice is a low, moaning, mesmerized tape loop of "Fuck yeah, Coach! Aw, fuck YEAH!" Soon, Rush lets his strong middle finger rest on the boy's tightly-clamped pucker. He begins a persistent inquiry into the possibility of the youth's virgin-sweet hole. "Fuck, what a hot ass. Fucking perfect. The kind of smooth, firm, jock muscle-ass just made for a hot, hard, thick man-cock to pump." He reaches around and starts rubbing the boy's hard-carved pecs and abs with both hands while his thick length of steel-hard shaft nestles firmly back in place, sliding up and down the boy's soap-slick crack. Cody is moaning loudly now, in deep, urgently insistent, teen-jock muscle-lust. "You get me so damn hard, Cody. You're so damn hot. Love watching you workout everyday. So fucking gorgeous. Such a hot fucking body. Been wanting to tap this sweet ass from day one. Sexy tight end stud." Now he plays one hand up and down over the boy's sexy six-pack while jacking hard, teen, jock-meat with the other, all the while pumping his raging hard manhood up and down the boy's crack. Cody was half-gasping, half-crying in pleasure. His young body was erupting in beautiful wonder with the first fulsome bloom of m/m sex. He grunted out from the depth of his soul. "Fuck yes, Coach! This is SOOO fucking fine!" Still jacking the boy, Rush brings his other hand up to trace the boy's lips. "Plus, you're so damn beautiful. So damn gorgeous. Such a hot fucking boy. Sexy as hell. Mmmm, your ass feels wonderful." "Your cock feels amazing grooving my crack like that, dude. And your hand feels so damn fine, jacking my cock." "Such a hot fucking cock, too." He's sensuously fisting Cody's stiff, jutting boy-cock, aroused for the first time by the physical excitement of another man pleasuring it. The boy cries out in pure, athletic ecstasy. "Aw fuck, I am SO damn into this, Coach! This is, like, the fantasy I've jerked to every damn night since the start of the semester!" Rush just purrs and keeps working the boy to his first orgasm at the hands of another man. His fist real muscle-lust orgasm. "Thought you'd be. You're such a sexy stud, Cody. You get me so damn hard. Been wanting to fool around with you from the get-go." "Damn, Coach! I been so damn ready for another dude for so fucking long! Can't believe my first time is with such a hot muscle-stud like you! You are so fucking hot, dude! So beautiful. I jack to gay muscle-porn all the time, and you are as hot as the hottest dude I have ever seen. Fuck, bro, you have been my j/o fantasy every morning and every night lying in bed since you first started teaching this class. I think about you walking around in your sexy jock or soaping that fine-ass body in the shower, and I get hard as fuck. Then blow the biggest damn load! That awesome fucking cock you have. Can't believe it's right there, working my hungry ass!" Cody stops his lust-chant to soak in the pleasure of a hard cock grooving his crack. "You are so damn beautiful, Coach. So fucking hot. I jock-boy crushed on that hot muscle-stud body of yours like instantly. I bet every dude in class has. This is like fucking heaven, bro! It's my fantasy every fucking time I'm in the showers here with you, watching you soap up that sexy body, that we'll soap up and jack together like this." The increasing eroticism of the exquisite ab- and tit-play from Rush's knowing fingers, as well as the incredible hand-job being lavished on his cock and balls utterly transports the boy, silencing him again into a wordless body-rush of pleasure. He can't remember his dick ever being this hard. He leans his head back on Coach's shoulders. Rush immediately interrupts his tit-play to turn the boy's head so he can kiss his latest conquest with the smoldering force of a muscle-stud's raging boy-lust. The hard, moist, thundering heat of his desire courses through every muscle and throbs through his boy-drunk fuck-stick while he proceeds to ravish the boy's mouth hungrily and jack him to the best-ever orgasm of his young life. After the boy shoots seven or eight volleys of thick, white cream, Rush turns the youth around. They kiss deeply, sensually, with the fire of raw male passion, as Rush's still-hard cock grinds against the boy's spent-but-still-stiff thick teen rod. They continue their lust-fueled kissing, tonguing with the hard, aggressive passion of two horned-up muscle-studs. Rush breaks the kiss to close the boy's now fully-hard prick in his fist, along with his own thick, hard length, and jacks their cocks together. Cody closes his eyes and drifts off on another cloud of boy-lust. Rush tweaks his nipples with his other hand. Then he stops, turns the boy so the shower-spray washes all the soap off his young, jutting prick, then kneels in front of the boy and proceeds to suck that gorgeous length of jock-meat, while reaching behind to caress that smooth jock ass and tease the boy's virgin pucker. As he works his second finger into the boy's cherry hole, mouth full of hard teen cock, he hums with delight to think this is just the first week. Comments ail