Sports Rubdown - Maxx Monroe - Chapter 1
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One of the perks of coaching the soccer team is observing the lads’ bods switch as they get senior and embark to take fitness more seriously. They wanna be strong. They wanna sight as good as they can. Sexual awakening is a key factor. When they find out what their bods are for, the need for hump makes them beat the gym hard.Maxx was one of those certain twunks who’d developed quicker than the other boys. He was surprisingly mature for his age and his figure was bulking up. I’d occasionally pass thru the locker room, just to take a quick look…I witnessed him ...I witnessed him one night, after practice, making out with his girlfriend. He’d pushed against the wall fairly violently and had his arm up her mini-skirt as he smooched her. They heard me passing and immediately bankrupt apart. They were both mortified, of course. A shame really, as I was loving the show! I wondered if it was worth stashing somewhere and wedging around to watch what happened next, but I left them to it, and masturbated myself senseless in the car, wondering how my dick would perceive in that tight, chubby booty of his.He seemed a bit jumpy around me the next day. Perhaps he thought I was gonna report him to the principal!He came to my office after practise that evening. I wondered if we were gonna have the embarrassing interview where I’d sit there, attempting to disguise my rigid on, saying him to rein it in on college premises in the future!I was nearly relaxed when it turned out he desired me to take a sight at a muscle he’d tweaked whilst training. I told him to sit down on the bed and pulled up a chair next to him. He was dressed in a fairly tight, yellow tee-shirt and a pair of cut-offs in some sort of semi-shiny fabric which I kept thinking would perceive pretty good against my dick!As we spoke, I gawped at his lips. I remembered how they looked smooching his girlfriend, and my spunk-pump started stiffening in my shorts. By the time I’d started prodding and poking his thigh to ascertain where the anguish was, I was rock hard. The kid had apparently been working on his butt-cheeks and I told him what he’d been doing was having a good effect. He reddened and expanded his gams to get more comfortable.I was too horned up not to push it a tiny further. As I started to rubdown Maxx’ upper thigh, he commenced to moan, just a little, nearly inaudibly, but enough for me to push my thumbs a tiny further into his groin.His tee-shirt and cut-offs were off pretty quick. I needed to give his six fill a quick check and all that fabric was just getting in the way! Besides, I desired to watch his figure up close - and dude did that kid have a supreme body! The more he works out, the nicer it’s gonna get.The probing, stretching, and massaging continued. I enjoyed how compliant he was. The more individual I got, the more accepting he seemed.The turning point came when his spunk-pump started to harden in his jock. He was plainly embarrassed and kept shooting jumpy sideways sights at me. I could perceive his heart pounding. The skimpy twunk was shamefaced to be getting excited. And that, of course, gave me the motivation, and truly the permission, to stir onto the next stage. At that point I desired to pound the living crap out of him!I offered lotion. I told him I could give him a nicer rubdown if I used it. Then I told him to take his jock off because I didn’t want to ruin it with oil. The skimpy kid was plainly willing his hard-on to go down to avoid the embarrassment of unsheathing it. Then I could watch him looking at me, attempting to gauge the situation, attempting to work out if I was coming on to him, and attempting to understand why his spunk-pump was getting rigid at that thought. But he took a deep breath and the jock came off. I was impressed. Some twunks get real foolish at moments like that, but Maxx took it in his stride.I caressed lotion into his internal thigh, and down between his legs. The further my thumbs went, the harder his spunk-pump became. I pushed a finger right under his scrotum and further, toward his ass. He gasped, surprised, then squealed as he perceived my finger eventually prodding into his hole. Once again, he glanced at me nervously, but I gawped him in the eye with a sight which told him that his medical check-up was officially over. The next stage of the appointment was to watch how promptly I could get my dick inwards the booty which I’d already started to grease up.Maxx’ expression abruptly changed. I witnessed the confident, sex-fuelled sight he’d shot at me whilst making out with his girlfriend. The half-smile I’d thought about whilst masturbating off about him in my car. The sight which said, “stick around and watch what happens…”I looked down as his dick, which was now downright hard. It was a glorious dick. Upward curving. Cut. Thick. Long. Rock hard. THE perfect dick. My brain did a 180 as I realised that my booty had started twitching. I’m a bad man. I’ve had bunch twunks like Maxx, but always with me as the top.I have never desired a twunk to pound me… But every fiber of my being desired Maxx inwards me. I started rubbin' lotion onto his spunk-pump and perceived all Nine inches grimacing and pouncing in my hand.“Do you perceive better” I asked, still rubbin' his cock. “Oh yeah,” said Maxx, relieving into the couch.I abruptly perceived a rush of nerves. Why the pound was I perceiving like that? I couldn’t sight him in the eye, so I gawped at his dick whilst delicately rubbin' it and said “do you… do you think you could help me out a tiny bit?” I looked at his face again. He was in a world of pleasure. “What do you need?” He asked. I squashed his cock: “I think I want this. Is that okay?”He looked into my eyes and gesticulated and parted his gams in anticipation as I lowered myself onto his dick. I could perceive it slipping into me. Down and down I sank. His dick nearly perceived as though it had no end. I looked into his face. This kid had apparently never fucked ass, never been with a man, but it plainly perceived all-natural to him. His face was etched with unspoiled ecstacy. The perceiving of my cock-squeezing booty packaged around every inch of his spunk-pump was plainly way nicer than he’d imagined!Like a typical kid, the boinking started hard, which, it turned, out was exactly what I needed. He went so hard, in fact, that I started gasping. He just desired to bang. Hammer me. pound an ejaculation into me. He was taking control…For the next few minutes, he pulled me around and tossed me into all sorts of positions. He didn’t seem to want to settle. It was like he’d previously imagined boinking a guy in all sorts of different ways and desired to know which one perceived the best. I was on my front. I was on my back. It was hard, masculine, sometimes brutal. You could watch deviant thoughts flooding into his mind. Dark desire. The excite that he could be as tough with me as he didn’t dare be with his girlfriend. The awakening at the thought of causing me corporal pain. Of owing me. wielding a man’s man. And I gave way to it. Let him take control…I abruptly realised that everything was moving too quickly. I needed to regain the upper hand. I knew this couldn’t be a one-off encounter. It was too good. It needed to be savoured somehow. If he shot in me, the guilt would rush in and the appointment would be pushed aside and filed away as a one-off aberration…So I pulled myself off him and started to jack him off. It was seconds before he exploded. And he roared as he splashed like a cheap blast throughout his chest. And at that moment, I watched the animal in his eye vanishing again. As I delicately caressed the spunk away with a cloth, I probed his face: Maxx was a dude again. Nervous. Embarrassed about what had happened.He’s a complex lad, alright. But he has all the skills, all the attributes to be a gravely horny pound machine. He just needs guidance. And that’s what a lecturer is for! There’s undoubtedly a long, horny excursion ahead with this one…
One of the perks of coaching the soccer team is observing the lads’ bods switch as they get senior and embark to take fitness more seriously. They wanna be strong. They wanna sight as good as they can. Sexual awakening is a key factor. When they find out what their bods are for, the need for hump makes them beat the gym hard.Maxx was one of those certain twunks who’d developed quicker than the other boys. He was surprisingly mature for his age and his figure was bulking up. I’d occasionally pass thru the locker room, just to take a quick look…I witnessed him ...I witnessed him one night, after practice, making out with his girlfriend. He’d pushed against the wall fairly violently and had his arm up her mini-skirt as he smooched her. They heard me passing and immediately bankrupt apart. They were both mortified, of course. A shame really, as I was loving the show! I wondered if it was worth stashing somewhere and wedging around to watch what happened next, but I left them to it, and masturbated myself senseless in the car, wondering how my dick would perceive in that tight, chubby booty of his.He seemed a bit jumpy around me the next day. Perhaps he thought I was gonna report him to the principal!He came to my office after practise that evening. I wondered if we were gonna have the embarrassing interview where I’d sit there, attempting to disguise my rigid on, saying him to rein it in on college premises in the future!I was nearly relaxed when it turned out he desired me to take a sight at a muscle he’d tweaked whilst training. I told him to sit down on the bed and pulled up a chair next to him. He was dressed in a fairly tight, yellow tee-shirt and a pair of cut-offs in some sort of semi-shiny fabric which I kept thinking would perceive pretty good against my dick!As we spoke, I gawped at his lips. I remembered how they looked smooching his girlfriend, and my spunk-pump started stiffening in my shorts. By the time I’d started prodding and poking his thigh to ascertain where the anguish was, I was rock hard. The kid had apparently been working on his butt-cheeks and I told him what he’d been doing was having a good effect. He reddened and expanded his gams to get more comfortable.I was too horned up not to push it a tiny further. As I started to rubdown Maxx’ upper thigh, he commenced to moan, just a little, nearly inaudibly, but enough for me to push my thumbs a tiny further into his groin.His tee-shirt and cut-offs were off pretty quick. I needed to give his six fill a quick check and all that fabric was just getting in the way! Besides, I desired to watch his figure up close - and dude did that kid have a supreme body! The more he works out, the nicer it’s gonna get.The probing, stretching, and massaging continued. I enjoyed how compliant he was. The more individual I got, the more accepting he seemed.The turning point came when his spunk-pump started to harden in his jock. He was plainly embarrassed and kept shooting jumpy sideways sights at me. I could perceive his heart pounding. The skimpy twunk was shamefaced to be getting excited. And that, of course, gave me the motivation, and truly the permission, to stir onto the next stage. At that point I desired to pound the living crap out of him!I offered lotion. I told him I could give him a nicer rubdown if I used it. Then I told him to take his jock off because I didn’t want to ruin it with oil. The skimpy kid was plainly willing his hard-on to go down to avoid the embarrassment of unsheathing it. Then I could watch him looking at me, attempting to gauge the situation, attempting to work out if I was coming on to him, and attempting to understand why his spunk-pump was getting rigid at that thought. But he took a deep breath and the jock came off. I was impressed. Some twunks get real foolish at moments like that, but Maxx took it in his stride.I caressed lotion into his internal thigh, and down between his legs. The further my thumbs went, the harder his spunk-pump became. I pushed a finger right under his scrotum and further, toward his ass. He gasped, surprised, then squealed as he perceived my finger eventually prodding into his hole. Once again, he glanced at me nervously, but I gawped him in the eye with a sight which told him that his medical check-up was officially over. The next stage of the appointment was to watch how promptly I could get my dick inwards the booty which I’d already started to grease up.Maxx’ expression abruptly changed. I witnessed the confident, sex-fuelled sight he’d shot at me whilst making out with his girlfriend. The half-smile I’d thought about whilst masturbating off about him in my car. The sight which said, “stick around and watch what happens…”I looked down as his dick, which was now downright hard. It was a glorious dick. Upward curving. Cut. Thick. Long. Rock hard. THE perfect dick. My brain did a 180 as I realised that my booty had started twitching. I’m a bad man. I’ve had bunch twunks like Maxx, but always with me as the top.I have never desired a twunk to pound me… But every fiber of my being desired Maxx inwards me. I started rubbin' lotion onto his spunk-pump and perceived all Nine inches grimacing and pouncing in my hand.“Do you perceive better” I asked, still rubbin' his cock. “Oh yeah,” said Maxx, relieving into the couch.I abruptly perceived a rush of nerves. Why the pound was I perceiving like that? I couldn’t sight him in the eye, so I gawped at his dick whilst delicately rubbin' it and said “do you… do you think you could help me out a tiny bit?” I looked at his face again. He was in a world of pleasure. “What do you need?” He asked. I squashed his cock: “I think I want this. Is that okay?”He looked into my eyes and gesticulated and parted his gams in anticipation as I lowered myself onto his dick. I could perceive it slipping into me. Down and down I sank. His dick nearly perceived as though it had no end. I looked into his face. This kid had apparently never fucked ass, never been with a man, but it plainly perceived all-natural to him. His face was etched with unspoiled ecstacy. The perceiving of my cock-squeezing booty packaged around every inch of his spunk-pump was plainly way nicer than he’d imagined!Like a typical kid, the boinking started hard, which, it turned, out was exactly what I needed. He went so hard, in fact, that I started gasping. He just desired to bang. Hammer me. pound an ejaculation into me. He was taking control…For the next few minutes, he pulled me around and tossed me into all sorts of positions. He didn’t seem to want to settle. It was like he’d previously imagined boinking a guy in all sorts of different ways and desired to know which one perceived the best. I was on my front. I was on my back. It was hard, masculine, sometimes brutal. You could watch deviant thoughts flooding into his mind. Dark desire. The excite that he could be as tough with me as he didn’t dare be with his girlfriend. The awakening at the thought of causing me corporal pain. Of owing me. wielding a man’s man. And I gave way to it. Let him take control…I abruptly realised that everything was moving too quickly. I needed to regain the upper hand. I knew this couldn’t be a one-off encounter. It was too good. It needed to be savoured somehow. If he shot in me, the guilt would rush in and the appointment would be pushed aside and filed away as a one-off aberration…So I pulled myself off him and started to jack him off. It was seconds before he exploded. And he roared as he splashed like a cheap blast throughout his chest. And at that moment, I watched the animal in his eye vanishing again. As I delicately caressed the spunk away with a cloth, I probed his face: Maxx was a dude again. Nervous. Embarrassed about what had happened.He’s a complex lad, alright. But he has all the skills, all the attributes to be a gravely horny pound machine. He just needs guidance. And that’s what a lecturer is for! There’s undoubtedly a long, horny excursion ahead with this one…
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