TRAINING TO WIN Footsteps echoed on the lonely street. Rhythmic and slow, in perfect synchronization with breathing. He

TRAINING TO WIN Footsteps echoed on the lonely street. Rhythmic and slow, in perfect synchronization with breathing. He checked the watch to control your time. An hour and a quarter, just enough time to get home, take a cold, comforting shower and prepare for classes in the university. His father was making a cup of coffee when Ricardo He came from his morning training. How was your time? he asked when he saw him enter soaked in sweat. Good, I lowered the mark by 3 minutes answered the boy pleased. Congratulations, son said the man if you keep that mark You will surely go to the national competition. "I hope so, old man," he replied while taking off his soaked sweatshirt and threw it in a corner of the kitchen. The father told him to be so careless, while he He bent down to pick up the dirty garment. Ricardo, joking and playful as always lifted the plush robe from behind, revealing the hairy and naked rear male. Come on, bastard! the father claimed, quickly lowering the hem of the robe. Old filthy Ricardo joked at your age and walking showing your tail to your own son, you should be ashamed he finished with a laugh Now go take a bath and stop messing around,” said the man. smiling, taking his cup again and sitting at the table or you will be late for classes. Yes sir Ricardo approached affectionately but with a condition. Which? the man asked with a face of false annoyance. "Show me those delicious buttocks again," said Ricardo. pulling the belt of his robe, taking the unsuspecting father by surprise. The robe opened completely, showing the hairy chest, the belly and below, a hirsute bush of hair crowning a fat and soft penis imprisoned between his hairy thighs. Don Manuel slapped Ricardo he deftly dodged, dying of laughter. "You're going to see, bastard, you're going to pay me," Don Manuel threatened. standing up and tying his robe. What's going on here? asked the mother entering the kitchen fighting like kids again? "He began," Don Manuel accused, pointing at the boy. Ricardo the lady scolded you are already 19 years old, behave and leave your father alone. Ricardo went up the stairs still smiling. The lycra, soaked of sweat, it stuck to his body and satisfied with his good figure he looked at the bathroom mirror. A slim and marked body. The firm and flat stomach, the runner's legs, with long, slender muscles, and without a single hair. He then thought of his father, who was the complete opposite. Maybe never would recognize, but one of the reasons for those games with him was to be able to see precisely those hairs, which definitely excited him. He looked at the lump in the crotch, perfectly marked by the soft lycra. He stroked it slightly and the member responded instantly, beginning to swell. Term undressed and got into the shower, because it was already late. Class hours at the university were actually a time-out. For Ricardo, the day began later, when he put away the books and arrived at the locker room for his daily training. That was his world and he began to enjoy it from the very moment he was undressing, giving beginning what was already a ritual for him. Change your jeans for shorts, t-shirt and tennis shoes, begin to warm up and stretch your muscles, while the others boys did the same, commenting on times, races, training and the only possible topic, the imminent qualifiers to attend the competition national. The coach arrived with just enough time to yell at them and rush them, as was his custom. Come on, ladies, then you fix your makeup, work awaits us he shouted at them. Ricardo was one of the first to take to the track. I wished with all my heart was selected, and I knew perfectly well that only the three best times. I knew I could aspire to be one of them, even get the best time, even if it was only by thousandths of a second. stretched the muscles, preparing to begin the warm-up tests. He Coach came up behind him, patting him on the butt. Come on Ricky, time to start he informed him. Ricardo began to run, still feeling the warm palm of the trainer on the left buttock. He loved that I did that. Surely it was a gesture without importance for the coach, but Ricardo loved feeling that hit on the butt. He tried to focus on his breathing and find the adequate rhythm, and furthermore, the hint of erection that he was beginning to feel was not not comfortable for running. After half an hour, a terrible cramp in the calf made him stop. The coach told him that it was better to leave the Practice for another day. Reluctantly, Ricardo obeyed. Bathed in sweat, he headed to the showers. The locker room was empty, because the other boys were still running and he felt upset for having had to stop. He undressed, still frustrated, and sullenly took a bath. To the Turning off the shower, he realized that the coach was behind him, looking at him. "I didn't hear him arrive," said Ricardo, taking his towel and tying it around his waist. "I came to see how your leg was," he answered without clarifying. How long had he been there watching. The cramp has already passed, Ricardo said, but I feel something strange. on the calf. "Let's see," said the coach, taking a seat and indicating to bring his leg closer. Ricardo extended his foot and the coach put it on his lap. Ricardo felt the softness of her sex through the sole of his foot, and A tingling ran down his spine. I shouldn't get excited, he thought. "I think I feel a pull here," said the coach. running his strong hands over the boy's calf but he couldn't locate it exactly. Ricardo said nothing, trying to maintain his concentration and not having an erection just at that inopportune moment. The coach does not It didn't help at all, since his warm hand was now running up the leg, beyond the knee, up to mid-thigh. I better give you a massage concluded the coach retracing the path from knee to thigh, and this time, the back of His hand managed to touch Ricardo's testicles, just by a few hundredths. of a second, but enough for the boy's penis to respond. "I think I'm better now," Ricardo said, clutching the towel, nervous of being discovered. No way, said the coach, I'm in charge here. lie down face up pointed to the bench. Ricardo reclined on the padded bench. had good careful to arrange the towel well, while the coach went to look for a ointment for massage. "Let's see," he said when he returned, "bend your leg a little." Ricardo obeyed, and although he tried to avoid it, the towel fell down, leaving the thigh bare. I just hoped the coach wouldn't get He looked at his penis, which was already half erect. "Here's the pull," said the man, massaging the calf. His fingers now ran smoothly thanks to the oily medicine. After a few minutes with the leg bent, the coach extended upwards. Ricardo felt the cool air on his balls and felt mortified to be showing perhaps more than he should. Tried to adjust the towel, without the coach making any comment. "Turn around," the man then asked. Ricardo turned over on his stomach. He felt safer like that, and soon relaxed under the expert touching of the trainer, whose hands began to rise little by little. Soon he felt the strong hands giving him massage to the back of the thighs, ascending and ascending, until graze the base of your buttocks. You like it, right? the coach then asked. Something in the phrase set off a warning light in the boy, but he dismissed his thoughts. It was about the coach, he reminded himself. and lay down again, trying to calm down. Now the fingers of man They approached with greater confidence. Ricardo was still trying to convince himself that That meant nothing when the hand ran up the perfect curve of his rear. He immediately tensed, but the hand descended again, to return seconds later, this time to grab the buttock with the entire palm. Ricardo said nothing, and the hand returned again and again, rubbing the boy's well-formed rear with more and more confidence. one finger He ran along the slit between her buttocks, slowly going down until she reached her anus. caressing him gently. That went beyond anything imagined. "I better go," said Ricardo, standing up. nervously I'm late. The coach didn't say anything. He looked at him in silence and with a face of few friends Yes, you better go he said heading to the sink to wash. the hands see you tomorrow. Ricardo dressed quickly and left. On the way to house he remembered everything that had happened and a permanent erection accompanied him in his thoughts. He did not like to admit that he had been delighted by the incident, and tried By all means forget it, but the feeling of the coach's hands on his buttocks it returned again and again. She found the house alone and remembered that her parents had a commitment that night. He was alone, so he went to his room and took out his Hide your collection of pornographic magazines. He masturbated quickly, without stop to analyze whether the source of his fever was due to the photos of the naked girls or the memory, still so vivid, of the coach's fingers caressing her ass. The next morning he felt much better. I was still dark when he left the house for his morning run. He soon found the rhythm and forgot everything, enjoying the effort of his legs and lungs. When he got home, his mother was already preparing coffee. And dad? he asked when he didn't see him in the kitchen what his custom at that time. Wake him up now, please, said his mother, we arrived so Late last night he hasn't gotten up yet and he's going to be late if he doesn't hurry up. Ricardo went up the stairs to his parents' bedroom. The old man was snoring peacefully. Come on, you lazy Ricardo woke him up it's time to get up. Don Manuel complained, still sleepy, and wrapped himself in his blankets. Ricardo approached the bed and shook him a little. "Hey, old man," he scolded him affectionately, "wake up now, you're late. Don Manuel ignored him and hid his head under his pillow. Ricardo then pulled the covers off him, leaving him completely uncovered. The man slept in old, conventional underwear. whites. "Stop fucking around," he spat in response and gave in. turn around to continue sleeping. Ricardo began to shake him again, pestering him to would wake up. "Don't be an idiot," Ricardo told him without stopping pushing him. Yes I am, so what? Manuel answered between his teeth with his eyes still closed. Ricardo put a hand between her legs and grabbed her testicles, soft and warm. Wow, you're an asshole he said, laughing while giving him He gently squeezed the balls through the fabric. Manuel jumped out of bed when he felt the daring touch of Richard. "Now you see, you bastard," he said supposedly angrily and Ricardo ran to safety. Let's see if you don't turn out to be more stupid. that me The son ran to his bedroom and tried to close the door, but Manuel managed to push before he managed to do so. Much beefier that the boy managed to enter the bedroom and Ricardo quickly got under the blankets on his bed messed up. Don Manuel chased him, grabbing him by the legs. to get it out. Mother! Ricardo shouted my dad is playing instead of getting ready to go to work! “Ah, what a fucking gossip,” the man told him, pulling him along. now you will see! He grabbed him by the legs and pulled him towards him. Ricardo still He was wearing the lycra he used to train in, stuck to his body from sweat. Manuel He grabbed his son's package, gently squeezing his balls. Let's see, little bastard, Manuel said laughing, you're too. an idiot, look he said pointing to the fat bulge that showed his crotch by Ricardo. "But you are much more," Ricardo replied, stretching out a hand. towards the father's crotch. In the struggle, the old white trout had let escape one of his eggs, and Ricardo felt the soft, hairy contact as he put his hand. And what eggs! said the admired boy without letting them go. The fight continued, twisted on the bed, both of them huffing and puffing. the fray, trying to grab the opponent and avoid being caught at the same time time, without achieving both. Stop playing now! they heard the female voice or I go up to put them at peace! "You saved yourself," said Manuel, releasing his son, "but I you will pay! he threatened, heading to the door. Ricardo noticed that his father was carrying a large bundle in his underwear and admitted that the struggle had left him excited as well. He needed a cold shower, and in many ways, he decided. The university, the classes, the same as always. The time of training, by far the favorite part of the day. The boys on the team, the tennis shoes and the clothes, Ricardo was happy. The coach, on the other hand, did not seem not at all happy when it arrived. He didn't even greet Ricardo. Surely it was upset about what happened the day before, thought Ricardo, who also felt uncomfortable not knowing what to say. He chose to do what he knew best. He went out to run forget everything. Thirty minutes later the coach signaled him to leave. would approach. How do you feel today? he asked directly and somewhat sullen Much better Ricardo responded, looking away. No I could look him in the face. "I think you need a good massage," said the man with the staring at him right now. Ricardo felt in his body the excitement that those simple words promised, but he also realized that if he accepted that proposal Things for him would never be the same again. His life would change, and not yet I was quite sure I wanted that change. No decided I don't think it's necessary, thank you, but now "I feel much better," he said softly. The coach did not answer anything, and the uncomfortable silence It lasted longer than necessary. Ricardo started running again, without knowing what say something else to explain your refusal. The coach did not coach him again the word for the rest of the day, which was unusual. To the others boys he did make observations to them, he advised them, while Ricardo I simply ignored it, as if it didn't exist. This behavior was repeated the rest of the week, and Ricardo resented the distance, but he couldn't find a way to remedy the situation. I warn you that I have finished averaging your times he said in the locker room on Friday at the end of training and the list of selected is posted on my office door. Immediately all the boys ran there. Ricardo had the certainty that his times had been very good, and he approached almost with sure to find your name on the list. To his surprise, it was not listed in she. A sea of feelings assaulted him. sadness, confusion, disbelief, and finally anger, because I sensed that what happened in the showers and The rejected massage had a lot to do with that decision. Your companions Nor did they explain how it was possible that Ricardo had not been selected, but at the end of the day it was a competition, and they were happy secretly for having one less competitor. Ricardo, visibly dejected, arrived home. What's the matter? his mother asked when he saw him arrive so moody. "Nothing," was the dry response, and he went straight to his room to ruminate on his rage. Later, his father arrived, probably sent by his mother. Let's see, Ricky, what's wrong with you? said the man sitting on the edge of the bed. Nothing, old man, said Ricardo, I feel like hell, nothing else. Why's that? Manuel asked. Because I was not selected for the national competition. As? the father asked in disbelief if you have the Better record? It can't be. "Well, that's how it is," said Ricardo, unable to tell him. his suspicions about the real reason why he had been excluded. Well, I don't agree, said Manuel, also annoyed. I'll go talk to your coach so he can give me a good reason for not having you. selected. No, please, Ricardo said alarmed, dont go see him, It doesn't matter. How can it not be important? Manuel said surprised Just look at yourself how you are. No, really, Ricardo reassured him, I'm fine. I know it will happen to me Manuel no longer wanted to insist, and left the topic for peace. Without However, the following days Ricardo was taciturn and depressed, and Manuel He decided to ignore him and question the coach's decision. "Good morning," said Manuel, knocking on the office door. the next day can I come in? Come in said the man behind the desk with a big smile. smile. I'm Manuel Torres, Ricardo's father introduced himself. "Nice to meet you," the guy replied, standing up to give him a firm squeeze, although the smile disappeared immediately as he can I serve? he suddenly asked with a serious expression. "Well, I came to meet him," said Manuel, testing the ground, feeling the tension in the environment and because I also have some questions. "You say," said the coach, sitting down again. Manuel explained Ricardo's situation, and the strangeness of both that he had not been selected, since he had very good time. "It's true," said the coach, taking out some papers from the drawer here I have their times and they are the best of the entire group. And then? Manuel asked - I don't understand why it was excluded. "Very simple," said the coach, getting more serious. yet his son committed a serious mistake. What are you talking about? he asked, completely surprised. man. You see, the burly coach cleared his throat, it won't be easy. explain it. "Just say it," Manuel advised, suddenly worried. and intrigued. The coach sat back in his chair, visibly uncomfortable. He was wearing gray cotton shorts and a white sleeveless t-shirt. that showed his muscular arms and developed pectorals. He crossed and He uncrossed his strong legs a couple of times, and Manuel watched his sudden nervousness through the clear glass of his work table. Well, in a few words, the coach finally said, his son committed a sexual offense. Against whom? Manuel asked, suddenly alarmed. "With me," the guy behind the desk said flatly. Manuel stared at him without believing his ears. He looked at that strong, mature man and couldn't believe that Ricardo had had something sexual with him. It can't be, he finally said, I can't understand it. Well it happened the coach completed, suddenly releasing the air contained in your lungs. When? How was it? Manuel inquired, suddenly eager to listen to the details. The atmosphere in the small office turned slightly strange. An electric current seemed to suddenly vibrate between those two. mature men, separated only by the relative distance of the desk. Well, it happened in the showers, explained the coach. ? Ricardo was taking a bath and I was watching him. Did you look at it? Manuel asked, even though the question It was redundant. Yes said the coach without caring to repeat what he had already said. I looked at him, naked, soaping up he completed without stopping to look at Manuel straight to the eyes. And he knew I was looking at him said Manuel, feeling who was entering into dangerous territory but wanted to do it anyway modes. No, he didn't know, not from the beginning he clarified and he washed the body without knowing that I was observing it. He had his back to me, I couldn't see me, but I do. And what did he see? asked the father, aware that they were talking about his own son. A beautiful and well proportioned body, with long and flexible legs, a wide but thin back, and perfectly balanced buttocks. molded listed. Manuel swallowed. The description was exact. The coach opened her legs. The soft cotton shorts now showed the unmistakable silhouette of his erect penis. He didn't even try to hide it, letting the Manuel's gaze will travel between her open legs to the indiscreet bulk. The coach's gaze also descended from Manuel's face to his crotch. He wasn't wearing any shorts, but he spread his legs anyway, tightening the fabric of his pants, also revealing a considerable package, even greater than that of the coach. And then? asked Manuel, now that the letters from that game seemed to have been discovered. Then he noticed my presence the coach continued and as He was hurt, I offered to give him a massage. And you accepted? Manuel asked with a hoarse voice. Of course continued the other almost naked he came up to me to give him the massage. The first thing he did, with the pretext that the massage was on his calf, it was resting his foot on my genitals. On your genitals? commented in a tone of disbelief father. Yes confirmed the other, touching the scandalous lump under the short right here pointed at my cock. The word remained floating in the suddenly suffocating office. "On his cock," Manuel repeated, savoring the word as well. as he looked at the coach's hand stroking himself. Yes continued the coach and began to move his foot on her, making her stop. And how much did he stop? Manuel continued immersed in the game. More or less like now the other clarified look. He hooked the top of the shorts and pulled them down, letting out his thick and veiny cock, crowned by a pink head completely bare and a tangle of dark hairs around. Well, yes, he had it well together was the quiet comment from Manuel, unzipping his fly as he said it. The coach began to masturbate without losing sight of the Manuel's hands digging inside, until he saw his hand emerging with a thick cock even bigger and stubborn than his. And then? Manuel asked, also beginning to masturbate, pending on your interlocutor. Then the coach continued without stopping caressing himself I continued my massage trying to overlook his son's serious fault, but things got even worse. Don't tell me? Manuel encouraged almost insistently. Well yes, said the coach, lowering his shorts a little more. to let his hairy balls also appear on the garment Ricardo He first lay down on his back, making the towel slide so that I could see his cock and his balls. Did my boy do that? Manuel asked while He accelerated the movements of his hand, masturbating. If the coach accepted and how that exposure was totally indecent and disrespectful, I asked him to turn his face down, and he obeyed, although I think it was for the sole purpose that he could then see her buttocks. And did you see them? the hand going up and down faster. "I had no choice," said the coach, also accelerating. his movements I was there, doing my job, giving him a massage, climbing up those long legs, almost forced to touch her beautiful buttocks. Poor you Manuel felt sorry, already panting. And the worst the other finished with heavy breathing He almost forced me to put a finger in his ass. "He had to put a finger in her ass," chorused Manuel excitedly. and about to come. Yes, - the coach began to feel the strong orgasm convulsions a finger, mmmm, in her little ass, mmmm, so tight, mmmmm and it exploded. Manuel also did it, almost at the same time and without stopping looking at each other, while they both came, drinking with their eyes, immersed in the strange fantasy of that game. Finally the coach took a tissue and handed him another to Manuel. They cleaned up the mess and straightened their clothes. They smiled accomplices and shook hands, still smelling of sex and semen. And what is going to happen now with Ricardo? Manuel asked so. The foul is serious said the coach. I accept it said the conciliatory father but something may make the boy so that you forgive him. Surely the coach suddenly accepted smiling some there will be a way to reconsider your situation. We'll think of something. They said goodbye, exchanging cell phone numbers like two new friends and Manuel returned to the house determined to talk to Ricardo, but finally he did not dare. It was simply impossible to touch that point with his son, and although it bothered him a lot that he lost his grade, he couldn't find the way to deal with it. In the end there was no need for me to even address it. He Ricardo himself proposed the solution. Dad told him on Monday morning when he returned from his morning run I have decided to talk to the coach and convince him to reconsider my situation. Manuel looked at his son, once again happy and playful as was his custom, and he couldn't help but feel a pleasant tingle for everything that his words represented. And do you think you can convince him? he asked, staring at him. He was standing in the kitchen, drinking orange juice straight from the bottle, tall and handsome, so young and so desirable. "Sure," said the boy, suddenly adjusting his member. under the lycra, perhaps unconsciously I convince him. And speaking of eggs, Manuel said suddenly, you and me. We have something pending. He jumped on Ricardo, since the last fight he had had to be suspended due to the mother's intervention. "This time your mother is not here to save you," said Manuel. running after Ricardo, who escaped up the stairs. Mother! Ricardo shouted because you had to go see the Grandma just today? Manuel caught up with his son on the last steps, and tackled on the soft carpet. "Let go of me," the boy complained, "old profiteer, get on." with one your size. "Shut up, you screamer," the father mocked jokingly, "that's not true." do you have balls to defend yourself? Ricardo agilely broke free of her hands and jumped. Yes I have, old man he insulted him jokingly too and more nicer than yours! Manuel caught him again. "We are going to check that right now," the father threatened. laying him back on the carpet. This time Ricardo couldn't get away. Manuel pulled him down the tight lycra and also the jockstrap with which he trained. sweaty sex of Ricardo was shamelessly exposed. Well, some eggs that let's say, you don't have he mocked Manuel, suddenly excited by the fight. But newer than yours, yes! Ricardo answered putting his hand under Manuel's robe, to grab them tightly. Cheating! the father complained, still holding Ricardo by the legs I just saw them, and instead you grabbed them for me. "Well, for being an idiot," the boy laughed. You'll see! Manuel threatened, grabbing the soft testicles of his son. They both began to squeeze each other, trying at the same time time to escape from the other's clutches, in a swirl across the carpet. Soon They were panting and definitely aroused, their penises thickening dangerously and a little cut off they decided to make a truce and stop the fight. Everyone went to bathe on their own, immersed in their own thoughts. That afternoon the coach called Manuel. Ricardo has asked me to stay a little later at finish the training he said with a hoarse and excited voice into the receiver. And did you accept? Manuel asked, feeling the adrenaline of the excitement. Yes, - answered the other I told him that at 7 there would be no more no one in the locker room and I have a key to lock it so I can talk in private. Do you want to come? finally invited him. I wouldn't miss it for anything, I arrive at 6:30 he finished. I'll wait for you - he hung up. The rest of the day was astonishingly slow. Manuel arrived even earlier than planned and nervously smoked outside the premises until the coach came out to meet him. Come, he said, I think I have just the right place for you. hide Hide me? Manuel asked, surprised, since there was no thought about that. Do you think your son is encouraged to talk and he emphasized the last word if you are close? "You're right," he accepted. Suddenly the idea of observing without being seen became extremely exciting. His erection ached under the prison of the pants, and followed the coach into the empty locker room. "Here," he said, pointing to a gap formed by the lockers. where the boys' belongings were kept you will be able to see everything and not You will be seen as long as you don't make any noise that gives you away. I'll keep it in mind Manuel accepted, getting into the gap. The view was almost complete, and the lighting excellent. Barely ten minutes later, Manuel saw Ricardo arrive from the safety of his hiding place. The coach was conveniently sitting on a bench just in a straight line from the observation site. What do you want to talk to me about? the coach asked the see it arrive. Sir - Ricardo began a little embarrassed - I want to ask you Don't exclude me from those selected for the national team. And why do you think I have excluded you? asked the man from his comfortable position of power. You know that's how it is, the boy reasoned, because my Times are good, and I should have qualified. "But it wasn't like that," the coach said without arguing. point the fact is that you were not elected. But it could be if you wanted Ricardo said with a different tone of voice. And what would I gain from that? the coach asked, craftily. Whatever you want the boy responded simply. Those words, full of promise, were enough to raise the temperature of both men. Manuel tried to contain the growing excitement to see what was about to happen. Ricardo had approached to the coach, still seated, putting himself within reach of his hands. The man opened legs so that Ricardo could fit between them. Then he surrounded him with his hands, placing them directly on the boy's buttocks. Can I choose what I want? he asked, kneading the wells formed glutes. Yes sir the other accepted with a small voice, noticeably excited too. The coach didn't take long to pull down his tight shorts and rip off his shirt. With tennis shoes and jockstraps all over his outfit, the boy was absolutely appetizing. The coach turned him around, to kiss his buttocks from the beginning of his back, jumping on the elastic of the jockstrap to go down the round curve of perfect flesh. For him front, Ricardo's erection was perfectly noticeable and Manuel, from his hiding place he opened his fly to gently caress his thick cock excited. Crouch down, the coach said, put your hands on your knees. In that position, the man had full access to his pucker and small hole. Thirsty, he put his face between his buttocks temptingly ajar and began to lick Ricardo's rear hole, who moaned quietly under the intense caress of his tongue. "I'm so hot," he said, standing up and pulling away. the clothes that I could take from you right now. Ricardo did not say anything, pending what the coach was going to do. showing while taking off his clothes. I had never seen it completely naked. The worked pectorals filled him with admiration. The marked belly with enviably defined abs, muscular and strong legs, with large thighs that showed the hard work with the weights, and finally, the venous trunk of her sex, hard and aggressively erect, and to which she finally went pushed by the eager hands of his coach. Suck it was the simple and direct order. The first penis that Ricardo had in front of his face. Well, had seen his father's, but not erect, nor so few centimeters from his face, much less with the instructions of sucking him. But this one does, he said to himself, and opened his mouth to start licking it. "That's it," said the coach when he felt her warm mouth. surrounding the glans. "That's it," Manuel whispered from his hiding place, envying what what the son was feeling. The blowjob continued for several minutes, with the instructions of the coach to do it in this or that way, giving him instructions so that lick it, then suck it, put it all in and absorb it, to let him out and lick his balls to wet them with his warm tongue and after he stopped, or else he would end up cumming too much. soon. Ricardo obeyed in everything. I was very used to receiving his direction and follow his orders. Observing everything, Manuel hoped that hopefully the The boy obeyed him with the same docility, and he tried to contain the desire that it consumed him to go out and obtain the same treatment from that mouth. The coach decided that he was already at the limit and accommodated the boy on the bench. On all fours, supported by hands and knees, in the precise place from where the father could have an excellent view of what was was going to happen. He greased Ricardo's ass with the same ointment from the massages, which made the boy feel a pleasant sting in the delicate and sensitive anal area. "Now I'll calm that itch for you," the coach warned, pushing his thick cock to Ricardo's exposed ass. Yes he accepted this by closing his eyes and tensing his back to receive it. Nothing could have prepared him for the painful and intense feeling of being penetrated by another man, much less one as well endowed as the coach. The thing hurt beyond all limits, but he endured it, because at the end At the same time he felt a pleasant relief from the stinging that the ointment caused, wanting to continue with that hard thrust inside him. Soon his anus relaxed enough to stop feeling pain, and the pleasure of being filled by the thick member became an anguishing desire that seemed not have a logical conclusion. That seemed to have no end. The clash of the bodies, the slow swing of the attacks, the continuous rubbing of that thick member in his bowels was an accumulation of sensations never imagined. The trainer put his hand under his body and freed his cock. of Ricardo from the jockstrap, masturbating him with the same rhythm with which he I fucked The boy began to pant desperately, supported by his arms and legs. that at times seemed to falter under the considerable weight of the burly coach. "Hold on," said the man with a hoarse voice, "you have to get there." to the goal, you must do it. And Ricardo, perfectly conditioned to endure everything physical effort in order to win he let his cock stick in as much as he could resistant sex machine that was at that time his trainer wanted. He father looked proudly from his corner at the boy's absolute concentration, her legs tense, resisting the weight, her buttocks open, supporting that fat cock penetrating him in such an overwhelming way, the beautiful face completely transfigured in a rictus of astonishing determination. First one, and then another, All three came at their respective times. The coach sweating and snorting, pushing like a man possessed on the open and tense body of the young guy. Ricardo in an explosively surprising way, in his first orgasm caused by a cock inside her ass, a sensation that is extremely strange and wonderfully sensual, and Manuel kept it contained, trying not to make noise, which only made the climax doubly intense and rewarding. The boy and the coach took a shower when they finished, moment that Manuel took advantage of to come out of hiding. He went to a bar and He had a few drinks. I needed it. That experience had been one of the most disturbingly exciting things in his life. He didn't want to stop think about any type of moral or ethical questioning. His son was already practically an adult, and I would try to let him live his life and his moment as It seemed better to him, just as he intended to live his life. He returned late to home, when he considered that it was certain that Ricardo was asleep. At the moment She didn't feel able to look him in the eyes without giving away that she knew what had happened. The next day, busy with breakfast, since his wife was still did not return, Manuel saw a totally different Ricardo arrive. It was the same sweaty boy who arrived every morning with his beautiful smile, although This time he also had very good news. I made it, man, I made it! he shouted excitedly, nothing more arrive. What? Explain yourself, Manuel pretended with total naturalness. "I am qualified for the competitions," said Ricardo. exultant with happiness. Congratulations congratulated the other, accepting the effusive hug. of the son how did you achieve it? "I spoke to the coach," the boy said without releasing his grip. hug. "Good for you," said the father, feeling the warmth of his closeness. Just like now I want to talk to you the boy completed releasing the hug to look into his eyes intensely. The meaning of the word "speak" in that context It implied many things, and they both understood it that way. And what do you want? .... talk Manuel suddenly asked without knowing if he had understood the right thing. Ricardo broke away from the hug, only to take the belt of the robe and untie it. Under the garment, Manuel's naked body. Masculinly beautiful, hairy and loved in a very special way. The boy He simply knelt down, just so he could have the long, beautiful member of his father at face level. "Yesterday I regretted not having done this with you first," he said. He simply put it in his mouth without further ado. Breakfast had to be postponed. There was a lot of that talk still. If you liked it, let me know. Altair7@hotmail.com