Sports Rubdown - Maxx Monroe - Chapter 1
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One of the perks of coaching the soccer team is seeing the lads’ figures switch as they get old and commence to take sport more seriously. They wanna be strong. They wanna glance as good as they can. Sexual awakening is a key factor. When they discover what their figures are for, the need for hump makes them beat the gym hard.Maxx was one of those certain twinks who’d developed swifter than the other boys. He was remarkably mature for his age and his body was bulking up. I’d occasionally pass thru the locker room, just to take a fast look…I saw him ...I saw him one night, after practice, making out with his girlfriend. He’d pushed against the wall fairly fiercely and had his forearm up her microskirt as he smooched her. They heard me passing and instantaneously bankrupt apart. They were both mortified, of course. A shame really, as I was luving the show! I wondered if it was worth stashing somewhere and slamming around to watch what happened next, but I left them to it, and masturbated myself senseless in the car, wondering how my dick would sense in that tight, obese backside 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 hard on, saying him to rein it in on college premises in the future!I was nearly eased when it turned out he wished me to take a glance at a muscle he’d tweaked whilst training. I told him to sit down on the sofa and pulled up a stool next to him. He was dressed in a fairly tight, yellow shirt and a pair of cutoffs in some sort of semi-shiny fabric which I kept thinking would sense pretty good against my dick!As we spoke, I perved at his lips. I remembered how they looked smooching his girlfriend, and my pipe commenced stiffening in my shorts. By the time I’d commenced 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 blushed and reamed his gams to get more comfortable.I was too horned up not to shove it a lil further. As I commenced to rubdown Maxx’ upper thigh, he began to moan, just a little, nearly inaudibly, but enough for me to shove my frigs a lil farther into his groin.His shirt and cutoffs were off pretty quick. I needed to give his six fill a fast check and all that fabric was just getting in the way! Besides, I wished to watch his body up close - and boy did that kid have a excellent body! The more he works out, the better it’s gonna get.The probing, stretching, and massaging continued. I loved how compliant he was. The more intimate I got, the more accepting he seemed.The turning point came when his pipe commenced to harden in his jock. He was plainly embarrassed and kept shooting jumpy sideways glances at me. I could sense his heart pounding. The scanty twink was shamefaced to be getting excited. And that, of course, gave me the motivation, and indeed the permission, to budge onto the next stage. At that point I wished to boink the living poop out of him!I offered lotion. I told him I could give him a better rubdown if I used it. Then I told him to take his jock off because I didn’t want to destroy it with oil. The scanty 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 pipe was getting hard at that thought. But he took a deep breath and the jock came off. I was impressed. Some twinks get real silly at moments like that, but Maxx took it in his stride.I massaged lotion into his internal thigh, and down between his legs. The farther my frigs went, the firmer his pipe became. I pushed a finger right under his ballsack and further, toward his ass. He gasped, surprised, then squealed as he perceived my finger ultimately shoving into his hole. Once again, he glanced at me nervously, but I perved him in the eye with a glance which told him that his medical exam was officially over. The next stage of the date was to watch how swiftly I could get my dick inside the backside which I’d already commenced to lubricant up.Maxx’ expression all of a sudden changed. I saw the confident, sex-fuelled glance he’d shot at me whilst making out with his girlfriend. The half-smile I’d thought about whilst fapping off about him in my car. The glance which said, “stick around and watch what happens…”I looked down as his dick, which was now fully hard. It was a spectacular dick. Upward curving. Cut. Thick. Long. Rock hard. THE perfect dick. My brain did a 180 as I realised that my backside had commenced twitching. I’m a bad man. I’ve had slew of twinks like Maxx, but always with me as the top.I have never wished a twink to boink me… But every fiber of my being wished Maxx inside me. I commenced touching lotion onto his pipe and perceived all Nine inches spasming and pouncing in my hand.“Do you sense better” I asked, still touching his cock. “Oh yeah,” said Maxx, relaxing into the couch.I all of a sudden perceived a rush of nerves. Why the boink was I experiencing like that? I couldn’t glance him in the eye, so I perved at his dick whilst delicately touching it and said “do you… do you think you could help me out a lil bit?” I looked at his face again. He was in a world of pleasure. “What do you need?” He asked. I squeezed his cock: “I think I want this. Is that okay?”He looked into my eyes and beckoned and parted his gams in anticipation as I lowered myself onto his dick. I could sense it slipping into me. Down and down I sank. His dick nearly perceived as tho' it had no end. I looked into his face. This kid had apparently never banged ass, never been with a man, but it plainly perceived innate to him. His face was etched with unspoiled ecstacy. The experiencing of my cock-squeezing backside wrapped around every inch of his pipe was plainly way better than he’d imagined!Like a typical kid, the ripping up commenced hard, which, it turned, out was exactly what I needed. He went so hard, in fact, that I commenced gasping. He just wished to bang. Hammer me. boink an orgasm into me. He was taking control…For the next few minutes, he pulled me around and threw me into all sorts of positions. He didn’t seem to want to settle. It was like he’d formerly imagined ripping up a boy in all sorts of different ways and wished to know which one perceived the best. I was on my front. I was on my back. It was hard, masculine, occasionally 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 arousal at the invented causing me physical pain. Of owing me. wielding a man’s man. And I gave way to it. Let him take control…I all of a sudden 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 date would be pushed aside and filed away as a one-off aberration…So I pulled myself off him and commenced to jack him off. It was seconds before he exploded. And he roared as he sprayed like a cheap stream throughout his chest. And at that moment, I observed the animal in his eye vanishing again. As I delicately massaged the jizz away with a cloth, I investigated his face: Maxx was a boy 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 earnestly mischievous boink machine. He just needs guidance. And that’s what a professor is for! There’s certainly a long, mischievous tour ahead with this one…
One of the perks of coaching the soccer team is seeing the lads’ figures switch as they get old and commence to take sport more seriously. They wanna be strong. They wanna glance as good as they can. Sexual awakening is a key factor. When they discover what their figures are for, the need for hump makes them beat the gym hard.Maxx was one of those certain twinks who’d developed swifter than the other boys. He was remarkably mature for his age and his body was bulking up. I’d occasionally pass thru the locker room, just to take a fast look…I saw him ...I saw him one night, after practice, making out with his girlfriend. He’d pushed against the wall fairly fiercely and had his forearm up her microskirt as he smooched her. They heard me passing and instantaneously bankrupt apart. They were both mortified, of course. A shame really, as I was luving the show! I wondered if it was worth stashing somewhere and slamming around to watch what happened next, but I left them to it, and masturbated myself senseless in the car, wondering how my dick would sense in that tight, obese backside 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 hard on, saying him to rein it in on college premises in the future!I was nearly eased when it turned out he wished me to take a glance at a muscle he’d tweaked whilst training. I told him to sit down on the sofa and pulled up a stool next to him. He was dressed in a fairly tight, yellow shirt and a pair of cutoffs in some sort of semi-shiny fabric which I kept thinking would sense pretty good against my dick!As we spoke, I perved at his lips. I remembered how they looked smooching his girlfriend, and my pipe commenced stiffening in my shorts. By the time I’d commenced 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 blushed and reamed his gams to get more comfortable.I was too horned up not to shove it a lil further. As I commenced to rubdown Maxx’ upper thigh, he began to moan, just a little, nearly inaudibly, but enough for me to shove my frigs a lil farther into his groin.His shirt and cutoffs were off pretty quick. I needed to give his six fill a fast check and all that fabric was just getting in the way! Besides, I wished to watch his body up close - and boy did that kid have a excellent body! The more he works out, the better it’s gonna get.The probing, stretching, and massaging continued. I loved how compliant he was. The more intimate I got, the more accepting he seemed.The turning point came when his pipe commenced to harden in his jock. He was plainly embarrassed and kept shooting jumpy sideways glances at me. I could sense his heart pounding. The scanty twink was shamefaced to be getting excited. And that, of course, gave me the motivation, and indeed the permission, to budge onto the next stage. At that point I wished to boink the living poop out of him!I offered lotion. I told him I could give him a better rubdown if I used it. Then I told him to take his jock off because I didn’t want to destroy it with oil. The scanty 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 pipe was getting hard at that thought. But he took a deep breath and the jock came off. I was impressed. Some twinks get real silly at moments like that, but Maxx took it in his stride.I massaged lotion into his internal thigh, and down between his legs. The farther my frigs went, the firmer his pipe became. I pushed a finger right under his ballsack and further, toward his ass. He gasped, surprised, then squealed as he perceived my finger ultimately shoving into his hole. Once again, he glanced at me nervously, but I perved him in the eye with a glance which told him that his medical exam was officially over. The next stage of the date was to watch how swiftly I could get my dick inside the backside which I’d already commenced to lubricant up.Maxx’ expression all of a sudden changed. I saw the confident, sex-fuelled glance he’d shot at me whilst making out with his girlfriend. The half-smile I’d thought about whilst fapping off about him in my car. The glance which said, “stick around and watch what happens…”I looked down as his dick, which was now fully hard. It was a spectacular dick. Upward curving. Cut. Thick. Long. Rock hard. THE perfect dick. My brain did a 180 as I realised that my backside had commenced twitching. I’m a bad man. I’ve had slew of twinks like Maxx, but always with me as the top.I have never wished a twink to boink me… But every fiber of my being wished Maxx inside me. I commenced touching lotion onto his pipe and perceived all Nine inches spasming and pouncing in my hand.“Do you sense better” I asked, still touching his cock. “Oh yeah,” said Maxx, relaxing into the couch.I all of a sudden perceived a rush of nerves. Why the boink was I experiencing like that? I couldn’t glance him in the eye, so I perved at his dick whilst delicately touching it and said “do you… do you think you could help me out a lil bit?” I looked at his face again. He was in a world of pleasure. “What do you need?” He asked. I squeezed his cock: “I think I want this. Is that okay?”He looked into my eyes and beckoned and parted his gams in anticipation as I lowered myself onto his dick. I could sense it slipping into me. Down and down I sank. His dick nearly perceived as tho' it had no end. I looked into his face. This kid had apparently never banged ass, never been with a man, but it plainly perceived innate to him. His face was etched with unspoiled ecstacy. The experiencing of my cock-squeezing backside wrapped around every inch of his pipe was plainly way better than he’d imagined!Like a typical kid, the ripping up commenced hard, which, it turned, out was exactly what I needed. He went so hard, in fact, that I commenced gasping. He just wished to bang. Hammer me. boink an orgasm into me. He was taking control…For the next few minutes, he pulled me around and threw me into all sorts of positions. He didn’t seem to want to settle. It was like he’d formerly imagined ripping up a boy in all sorts of different ways and wished to know which one perceived the best. I was on my front. I was on my back. It was hard, masculine, occasionally 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 arousal at the invented causing me physical pain. Of owing me. wielding a man’s man. And I gave way to it. Let him take control…I all of a sudden 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 date would be pushed aside and filed away as a one-off aberration…So I pulled myself off him and commenced to jack him off. It was seconds before he exploded. And he roared as he sprayed like a cheap stream throughout his chest. And at that moment, I observed the animal in his eye vanishing again. As I delicately massaged the jizz away with a cloth, I investigated his face: Maxx was a boy 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 earnestly mischievous boink machine. He just needs guidance. And that’s what a professor is for! There’s certainly a long, mischievous tour ahead with this one…
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