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True Stories: Coach and the Snowstorm 2 (3/5) 
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Author: Ned  Published: 12/8/2006  story views: 8814


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me to slow down, and we did, to a complete stop, while he just sat on me and simply twitched his ass muscles around my cock. That did it. I started spewing like a volcano, which caused Coach to again buck so hard and furious, with loud commentary of “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me”. I was doing as much of that as I knew how to do. He laid out a stream of his own hot white juice all over my chest.

It was just barely noon. We went downstairs to the restaurant for lunch and both of us seemed to be glowing with that look of “I’ve just been freshly fucked”. We had a bit of the wondering of whether anyone around us knew that we had just been screwing in our upstairs hotel room. As we finished, Coach looked at me and said, “OK, now tell me how you would like to spend the rest of the afternoon. Being the novice and still a bit shy, I gave him the generic “Whatever” and when he pressed, I probably blushed and said, “You know,” but he kept asking me to tell him until I got the picture that he really wanted to hear me tell him. I looked him in the eye and said to him, “I want to take you back to the room and fuck your brains out.” His face flushed, his eyes lit up, and he grabbed his crotch, and he said, “Damn, you just said the magic words.”

In the elevator, he asked me again, “Tell me what you want to do.” And I repeated that I wanted to “fuck his brains out.” As we were putting the key in the lock to the room, he leaned over and whispered to me again, “And what are we going to do to me in your room?” and I leaned over and rubbed his firm butt and said, “I am going to fuck that.” He seemed to get more turned on with each comment, and when we got inside, I told him to get undressed and get ready for the best fuck he had ever had. He said he was counting on that.

But he first started to undress me, and I said nothing as he slowly stripped me naked. He went to his knees and began servicing me. He looked up at me, and said again, “Please tell me what you want, tell me whatever you want me to do, just talk to me.” Novice I was, and I was learning quickly. He wanted to be told what to do. I told him to suck me, to lick my balls. I told him to give me a tongue bath. Work my nips. Lick my pits. I told him several times that he had a fine ass and that I was going to fuck him silly and he seemed to get hotter and hornier with every comment I made. He actually was dripping precum just with the conversation.

On the bed, he lay on his back and pulled me down on top of him, and though we had not ever done very much kissy-face to that point, he pulled me into him and we embraced in a kiss that literally took the breath away of us both. I could not get enough of his mouth and his tongue, and, instinctively, my cock was finding its way to his ass. I was pressing against him, and Coach started moaning and begging for my dick to be inside of him.
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farlitalol
Posted: 2008/5/2 5:50  Updated: 2008/5/2 5:50
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luv the story i wish i would be able to go to a conference like that...
eastman123
Posted: 2006/12/11 7:36  Updated: 2006/12/11 7:36
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 great story
would love to know what happened in that room
Captain Jack
Posted: 2006/12/10 5:42  Updated: 2006/12/10 5:42
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That was a great story, i liked the first one too...the stuff wet dreams are made of