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JD wasn't sure what his friend Jason Dunne was thinking, he stood there staring down at the coach, having positioned himself between his legs; more precisely JD was sure he was staring at the bat sticking out of his ass, but JD did recognize that glassy eyed look, it was the same he knew himself to have every time he was alone in his room and Timmy would wiggle his magnificent ass at him invitingly.
As he moved toward the desk, JD had thought about helping the coach get up and just as he was about to reach down and see if he could run his arms under Tuck's and haul him into a sitting position, the man's left hand snaked up between JD's legs and started fondling his crotch: "Damn..." JD moaned, automatically pushing his groin closer to the coaches face, his cock already hard from the show earlier: "I think he wants more!"
As Tuck groped his boner through his pants, JD looked up to meet Jason glowering intently back at him, looking from JD's face to Tuck's spread, upturned ass as if debating on his next course of action.
JD observed his friend's large hand slowly outstretched toward the handle of the baseball bat, his eyes became riveted to it. He watched as Jason's fingers wrapped around it and silently observed in amazement as the 6'4" jock began to slowly withdraw it, surprisingly to the very erotic moans of the man below them: "Please..." Tuck groaned, his hand now desperately clutching and pulling at JD's turgid cock lifting his head to look directly at Jason and begging: "Fuuuuck me!"
It was next to impossible for JD to read Jason's expression but he could see the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead, he could tell his friends breathing had grown more labored and by the large tenting bulge running down until obscured by the desk below them. JD wasn't surprised when Jason yanked the bat out of the coaches ass and tossed it on the floor: "I don't think we'll be needing that anymore" Jason murmured, his voice thick and heavy as he brought both hands up to clasp both of Tuck's firm round buttocks in his hands and squeezing them like a baker kneads bread dough.
"Man..." Jason now moaned: "That's one big wet, juicy hole ya got there coach" Jason looked up into JD's eyes, the glower had now turned completely into lust: "You gotta see this JD", his eyes once again riveted to the object of his ever increasing desires: "It almost looks like a chicks pussy" JD bent forward at Jason's urging and indeed, Tuck's outer hole was now so swollen wet and stretched, that what once must have started out as a tight ring now flopped open, engorged.
As if to emphasize his observation, Jason moved his hands toward the gaping hole, placing his thick thumbs on either side and pulled it apart like the labial folds of a vagina, revealing the deep red undulating delicate tissue inside, followed by what was assuredly Matt's cum oozing out thickly, dripping in a steady stream down the crack of Tuck's ass to puddle on the desk in a viscous pool of sperm and semen.
JD continued to lean over the coach, entranced by Jason's manipulations of his twitching anus, he felt Tuck's arms encircle his waist, his hands clutching JD's ass and pulled him down closer to his face until he was practically laying on top of him.
JD could feel the coaches lips and teeth chewing at his member through his sweatpants, he could even feel his tongue lapping at his crotch, running up and down the full length of his swollen phallus.
"I think someone wants some more cock" JD mused smiling, looking up at an equally grinning Jason, now smiling ear to ear: "Like a bitch in heat wanting to gnaw your bone dude."
Jason continued to use his thumbs to rotate around Tucks gooey hole, tracing the outline of his loose anal folds when suddenly he slid his index and middle finger into the oozing gash and began finger fucking him.
"This feels just like how I imagined pussy would feel" Jason mused, ogling his fingers slowly penetrating Tuck's hole in and out slowly, twisting and turning with each inward outward stroke, completely mesmerized by how hot, wet, soft and yielding the orifice was.
"It's like finger banging warm jello" Jason concluded, not really caring who was paying attention to him or not, his head swam with only one lascivious thought as he reached down and began stroking his own burgeoning dong through his pants.
"If you're gonna fuck him..."JD had started to say, but no sooner had the word fuck passed his lips than Tuck began moaning below him almost begging: "Please fuuuuck meeee" and like a call to action, began tugging at JD's sweatpants, trying to yank them down.
"Ain't no "if" about it dude" Jason sneered glaring right into JD's eyes with a hunger and lust JD was all too familiar with.
JD smiled knowingly at his bud, while simultaneously struggling to maintain his balance as Tuck practically ripped his sweatpants down freeing his 7" drooling dick and began slobbering all over it, trying to capture it between his cock hungry lips.
JD gasped as Tuck's mouth found his straining cock and pulled it into his cavernous maw, gobbling his manhood to the nads and began devouring it like a hungry man who hadn't eaten in days.
He'd always thought Timmy was an amazing cocksucker, but he didn't hold a candle to coach Pullman, the man brought pole smoking to a whole new level, with his dong buried to the hilt, Tuck's tongue slipped passed his lips and began tonguing JD's egg sized balls, washing wetly over them while constantly tightening and constricting his throat around the head of his schlong, milking JD of more and more precum and guzzling it down like it was the sweetest nectar.
No longer able to support himself leaning over the coach, JD rose up and began earnestly fucking his mouth: "Man bro, this dude has a mouth like a vacuum hose" he joyously proclaimed, grabbing both sides of Tuck's head and riding it in long strokes, grinding his balls against the coaches nose on each inward plunge.
Jason watched intently, his own carnal desires building to a feverish pitch, he didn't know why he was feeling the way he was, he didn't know if it was his actual desire to fuck for the first time of the fact that it was something he was sharing with his bud JD.
Jason had admired JD for quite some time, he liked his outgoing personality, the way he handled himself in any given situation and was always the one he could count on when he was feeling down to cheer him up or at least try too.
JD was the first real friend he'd made after he and his mom moved here from North Carolina, his mom was always working back in those days, her job at a research facility in applied genetics at a privately owned company there, almost consumed her every waking moment, that and they lived far and removed from most populated areas, his mom always saying she needed the peace and quiet, which was fine for her, but left him often feeling like an outsider looking in.
Being a bit of a scrawny bean pole as a kid, didn't help, that and his mother didn't really like him bringing friends home, not that he had that many to begin with; she didn't even like him spending the night over at a friends house, always insisting in knowing exactly where he was and who he was with and what they'd be doing. It wasn't until he started hitting puberty and his body really started to change that his interest in sports in particular often led them to argue over whether he could pursue his interest in athletics; she had even gone so far as to set up his own home gym in the hopes of allaying his consistent protest about how isolated and alone he felt most of the time.
The happiest day of his life came when some government agency took interest in the company she worked for and that if she continued working there she would be working with a military liaison, something his mother always tried to avoid and was why she ended up taking this teaching job here at Albany State University.
From an early age his constant queries into who his father was, seemed to pain his mother the most. Often, after he would push her for more info, she would just clam up, her mood would become more morose and sad, it was after one particular row when he insisted on knowing who his dad was and demanding to meet him, she had just totally shut down and locked herself in her room. That night, while he laid in bed, unable to sleep, still wondering and imagining what kind of man his father was and why she wouldn't talk about him, he could hear his mother crying. It was that night, when he was barely twelve, that he gave up asking her, he couldn't do that to his mom, but he vowed that someday, when he was on his own, he'd get the answers he sought, for good or bad, he'd find out who his father was.
"Earth to Jason!" JD's voice broke his momentary distraction and revelry: "I thought you wanted to get laid?" JD said, his voice full of roguish mirth and masculine bravado, looking from Jason's face to the hungry moist hole right in front of him: "Ya know..." he continued, the huge grin on his face belaying the seriousness of his intent: "holes don't come with written instructions, ya just gotta go for it dude!"
Jason looked down at Tuck's hole, still filled with his probing digits and slowly removed them.
JD watched intently as Jason's hands moved to the waistband of his sweat pants and started pushing them downward over his throbbing erection until it lurched free and smacked with a loud thud against his abs: "You weren't fuckin' kidding!" JD gasped, his eyes going momentarily wide at the prodigious appendage now palpitating and drooling a steady stream of clear fluids from its enormous glans, sticking nearly perpendicular to his washboard stomach.
Blushing slightly at the awkwardness of JD's leering gaze, he boldly clasped the base of his rotund mammoth 11 incher and waved it at the awestruck youth.
JD marveled at its size, not only its length but at how thick it was. Up until then. the biggest dick he'd ever seen was his brother Billy's, but Jason had that beat by a considerable bit, it was almost as thick as the baseball bat he'd just moments ago removed from the coaches abused hole.
"That's fucking huge bro" JD stammered, unable to take his eyes off Jason's enormous hooded pole: "I can see why chicks would be scared of that thing" he smiled lecherously back at Jason, who also noted JD couldn't take his eyes off his throbbing erection and the way he absentmindedly licked his lips, somehow gave Jason a sense of pride for the first time in his substantial endowment causing the burly youth to wag it at him, peeling the foreskin back and milking a drooling river of precum from the pulsating, helmet shaped, enormous glans.
Jason didn't know which he liked more, the idea of finally getting to fuck an all to willing hole he was certain could handle his big dick or the all to apparent fascination of a nearly hypnotized JD, whose blue eyes now followed his now stroking hand up and down the length of his cock, for whatever reason, that just seemed like icing on the cake for Jason, he realized, on some level, he really liked how impressed his friend was, he also couldn't help but remember, just a few moments ago, how he held JD close to him, rubbing that same monster dong against his pert young ass and how JD had let him caress his hard, warm muscular body as they watched Matt and Davy have their way with their baseball coach.
Jason had never thought about being with a guy before, had never even considered the possibility, even now, he wasn't turned on by the coach, but by the idea of just being able to fuck for the first time, but he couldn't just shake off the fact that out there in the hallway, with JD, it was something more than just the idea of actually getting to fuck that turned him on, he couldn't help but think that maybe in part it had to do with who he was with and how that made him feel.
Either way, he was losing his virginity tonight and he looked down at the gaping, twitching wet hole in front of him, begging to claim its virgin prize.
As if in slow motion, JD watched intently as his huge friend pushed his big cock downward until just the tip of it prodded against the loose folds of Tuck's cavernous gash and began rubbing around in small circular motions, smearing the ever leaking precum drooling from his cock-head all over it adding to its moistness.
It was at that moment that a studious JD was struck by an idea: "Wait dude..." a somewhat startled Jason halted abruptly, his eyes pulled back to JD's handsome face: "This is your first fuck bro!" He stammered excitedly, reaching downward and fumbling to find the pocket of his sweatpants now shoved down to his knees, until finally whipping out his phone and holding it up, brandishing it victoriously like it should hold some great significance to a questioning Jason.
"It ain't everyday you lose your cherry bro..." JD's enthusiasm had Jason completely perplexed, wondering what his excited friend was going on about.
"Don't worry dude, I won't show your face" JD offered as explanation as he held his phone out and hit the video record: "What kind of bud would I be if I didn't preserve this momentous occasion?" He jovially queried: "Just think about all the fun we'll have watching it over and over again later!" JD finally concluded, urging Jason to continue.
Jason just shook his head, smiling at how comedic the whole thing seemed but also taking mental note that JD had said "we" when saying they'd watch it later and how much fun they'd have; Jason couldn't help but wonder what kind of fun that might entail, his mind raced at the possibilities of that open ended declaration.
As he began video recording Jason's first time fucking, JD leaned forward to get a closer look driving his own dick as deep as it could go in their coaches sucking mouth and to Jason's surprise he watched as JD reached forward with his free hand and wrapped it around his turgid pole. The sensation of his friend's warm hand rippled through not just his shaft but clear down into his gonads causing his cock to spew out even more precum than before. Jason watched in silent reverence as JD began smearing his cock-head against the already saturated cavity, then looking impishly up at him still firmly grasping his shaft and gently stroking it: "Do it bro, fuck this pussy with this big fuckin' beautiful dick."
Spurred by JD's eagerness and the warm lurid touch of his clutching hand, Jason pushed forward easing his prodigious glans into the loose gooey folds of Tuck's manhole causing not only a gasp to escape his lips but whimpers of approval from the coaches cock filled throat.
"Dayam that friggin' feels amazing!" Jason moaned as the head of his cock popped through the sphincter into the anal cavity.
Jason loved the way the delicate velveteen tissues of his anal lining wrapped around his penetrating shaft and glans, reveled in the firm grip of JD's hand at the base of his dong continuously urging him forward into the silken depths of Tuck's sloppy dick ditch.
JD was first to notice as their coach began trying to thrust his hips upward so his hole could claim more of Jason's anal intruder: "I think he wants more" JD mused, looking once again up into Jason's now glazed over eyes before finally releasing his shaft and reaching behind Jason to firmly grip his right muscular buttock and pulling him forcibly forward even further into the chasm that was Tuck's anus.
As the giant organ penetrated deeper JD could feel Tuck now gurgling around his dick head, his throat desperately trying to vocalize his desire for more but only being successful at further thrilling JD's entrenched schlong.
"Fuckin' coach is trying to gargling with my dick juice dude" JD swooned, the sensation driving him to pay less attention to Jason and more to drilling his own dick in and out of his sucking oral cavity.
If Jason heard him, it didn't show, JD observed he now had his head thrown back, sweat started pouring down his forehead as he just stood there transfixed by the new sensations surrounding his slowly sheathing dick.
Then, without a word of warning Jason growled from somewhere deep inside his chest and clutched Tuck's hips between his large hands and rammed his mammoth cock balls deep into his body with such force it nearly threw JD backward dislodging his dick from Tuck's sucking mouth.
Like a man possessed, JD watched in awe as Jason wrapped his bulging arms around Tuck's strong legs, hauled them over his shoulders and began thrusting brutally in and out of his hole, driving with such vigor that the sound of their flesh impacting reverberated off the walls with a loud thumping, thwacking noise that reminded JD of the sound one's boots made trodding through thick mud.
JD turned his phone off and slipped it back into his pocket, moving back in position looking down into their coaches now grimacing, contorted face: "That's a real big dick fuckin' ya coach" JD mused, not even sure if the man was even aware enough to grasp what he was saying let alone articulate a response as Jason continued to pummel his hole like a jackhammer: That's gotta be better than some ol' baseball bat up your twat" JD meant it in a jovial, non-malicious way of course, not that Coach Tuck Pullman cared to notice in the moment, instead, as JD delicately ran his fingers over the coaches thick wet, saliva moistened lips their eyes briefly met and the coach began to mutter something, imperceptible at first, because of the jarring, rocking actions of Jason's hammering thrust, but soon the same words drooled passed his blubbering lips: "Big dick fuckin' me."
JD almost laughed at the obviousness of the simple declaration: "Yup, big dick fuckin' ya..."JD repeated then added: "I'm betting your pussy ain't ever gonna forget this night." He concluded by patting Tuck's face, who just kept muttering over and over again: "Big dick fuckin' me" that is until JD stuffed his cock back into his mouth silencing him and joined Jason in fucking the man further into debauched senselessness, matching the huge powerful jock thrust for thrust. JD looked up and found Jason staring at him, their eyes locked and a kind of mental bond forged between them, it was almost as if they became one person driving compulsively in unconstrained rapture into the fleshy receptacle below them, sheathing their meaty swords simultaneously and repeatedly into the willing consuming flesh of their baseball coach until they reached a feverish crescendo and hovered there together, eyes locked, mind to mind, moving as one before finally succumbing to the inevitable, glorious conclusion and both, in complete synchronicity erupted in torrential waves into the siphoning abyss of coach Tuck's ravenous holes spewing thick jets of jock sperm deep into him from both ends to the point of overflowing.
As the tidal forces of their orgasms subsided JD collapsed on top of Tuck's sweating body he was joined shortly by Jason's on top of his.
They laid there like that together over the desk, their sweat intermingling, their chest still heaving from their carnal exertions.
Moments passed as JD was still enjoying the afterglow and the warmth of being pressed between two hard bodies that he felt Jason's strong callused hands begin to gently stroke his thighs from behind, rubbing them methodically, circling gently but perceptible higher until the tips of his fingers found JD's buttocks and softly stroked his muscular buns.
At first JD thought it felt nice, especially after the intimacy of what they just shared, the connection he knew they both felt when they seemed to lock together into one of the best orgasms he had yet known.
JD had never experienced anything like that with Timmy, yeah the sex was always good and he never once got bored by it, but he couldn't help feel what he was experiencing now was something different, he didn't know what that difference was, nor could he explain it and what troubled him even more, was the fact he was, for the second time this evening, enjoying Jason's caressing touch: "Man you guys stink like sweaty socks" JD announced, shrugging himself upward encouraging Jason to lift off of him as he himself in turn lifted off Tuck.
For a brief moment Jason and JD's eyes locked once again, JD could still sense their connection along with the somewhat dopey sideways grin painted on Jason's mug that made him almost audibly laugh out loud: "I say we all hit the showers" JD mused, trying to lift the coach up into a sitting position, thankful when Jason joined him and managed to finally rouse him enough to know they hadn't done any real damage, if anything, by the way he continued to look hungrily at Jason's now half hard cock, JD was sure he was more than willing for another round of hide the sausage.
JD reached over and clasped Tuck's chin in his hand turning his face toward him: "No more big dick until we all get nice and clean" he taunted, before adding: "Then we can all have a nice little chat about tonight okay?
Coach Pullman did his best to clear his head and pull himself back into focus, but even as he stood and started looking around for his clothes, JD couldn't help but notice he still kept eyeing Jason's big wet dong, which swayed back and forth pendulously as he gathered up his own clothing before joining JD as he headed out the door toward the locker room: "Whether ya want one or not..." JD whispered at his friend: "I think you just earned yourself a devoted groupie."
Jason looked back toward the coach, smiling: "You kidding, I'm totally ready for round two."
"Maybe later" JD chided, grabbing his arm and redirecting him forward:" I need to get cleaned up and think about how I'm getting home before my ol' man freaks out."
"Oh shit me too!" Jason responded quickly, a look of sudden concern crossing his face: "My mom's probably wondering why I haven't called her to pick me up yet."
As Jason fished through the pockets of the sweatpants he carried in his hands, Coach Pullman walked up behind them: "I can give you boys a lift home if you want" he said smiling directly at Jason, his eyes briefly darting to the big jocks crotch again and absentmindedly running his tongue over his lips as he visually caressed the still half hard dick.
"Sounds like a plan" JD mused: "Showers first" he added before looking back at their coach as he resumed walking toward the locker room: "And for the sake of time, lets keep the soap dropping to a minimum shall we!?"
"Man this really is some set up you got here" Billy noted, peering over Gavin's shoulder as he typed away at the keyboard of his desktop computer.
"Thanks" Gavin bustled before finishing up the last bit of coding he was writing for the program he created for his uncle to track inventory at the store more efficiently, which also would have the added benefit of making both his and Billy's jobs easier as well.
"I built it myself you know" Gavin simply stated, not intending to sound smug, just stating a fact.
"That doesn't surprise me, Brainiac" Billy quipped, ruffling Gavin's hair playfully.
"I think my mom really likes you" Gavin smiled, thinking back to their dinner and how his mom wanted to know all about Billy's athletic achievements and about how well he did last year in wrestling, basically getting all the social amenities out of the way before grilling him about girlfriends, if he was seeing or dating someone.
Her interest really peaked when he told her he'd never had a girlfriend and she shot Gavin a particularly knowing wink and half smile after Billy told her that, causing Gavin to blush several different shades of red realizing exactly what she was implying by it.
Gavin had always suspected his mom knew he was gay, it just wasn't something they talked about, or at least it wasn't something Gavin was comfortable discussing with her.
He knew in her own way she was just trying to be supportive and he was thankful she really made an effort to make Billy feel comfortable being there, Billy certainly seemed to enjoy the conversation and the meal his mom whipped up and thankfully didn't seem to notice the way his mom kept smiling her unspoken approval of Billy's presence.
"Think there are any more of those biscuits left?" Billy queried with a big smile and a wink at Gavin.
"Damn dude, we just ate less than an hour ago" Gavin playfully chided, having not seen anyone put away as much food as Billy did with the possible exception of Arliss.
"Hey now..." Billy said defensively: "I'm a growing boy, besides..."he paused looking around making sure they were quite alone: "Some of us didn't gorge ourselves on protein all day."
Gavin sneered at him before giving him a spirited jab to the ribs with his elbow.
"I take it you still want to see if I can track down your brother Mike?" Gavin taunted, teasing Billy genially.
Billy's countenance immediately switched to serious mode; he and Gavin had discussed his older brother earlier, Billy imparting the fact he had written a couple of emails to him in the last couple of weeks, wanting to know if he could take some leave and come take part in his Heritage ceremony, that and he just really missed his older sibling, but as of that day, he still hasn't received any kind of response from him.
Gavin could see the concern written on Billy's face, knowing his brothers silence wasn't really unusual, that it sometimes took awhile to get a response back, but Billy said it had never taken this long, usually only a couple of days, a week at most, depending on what his brother's duty assignment was.
"Well, I can try to locate him" Gavin said, before cautiously adding: "But you do understand, I can't promise anything."
Billy understood, he was just thankful that Gavin would even try: "No problem bud, I'm probably just worried for no reason."
They both knew that wasn't true, but Gavin knew Billy was very much concerned and Gavin felt that after all Billy had been doing for him lately, this was the least he could do to show his appreciation.
"First, let's check that base out," Gavin said as he typed the base's name into his search algorithm: "Panzer Kaserne, Blingen Stuttgart" he spoke everything out loud so Billy could follow along.
"I thought you said your brother and his friend were Marines?" Gavin asked, his brows furrowing questioningly, glancing over his shoulder at Billy, who was now leaned over and so close he could feel his warm breath on the side of his neck: "This here says it's an Army base."
Billy chuckled lightly into Gavin's ear: "It is, but they have a Marine contingent there" he said before adding: "The base serves as a Marine launch point for early response for both eastern Europe and Africa as well."
Gavin searched through the base listings until he found that they indeed did have a Marine section listed in the sub-menu: "I always assumed that the Army and Marines had separate bases."
"They do in some instances" Billy observed: "But most bases have a complement of two or more branches, basically sharing the same space."
"I guess that's why you always see Marines on naval vessels then huh?" Gavin posited, still searching through the sites listings.
"This is going to be trickier than I thought" Gavin sighed: "They don't really go that much into base operations here." he paused thoughtfully for a second then asked: "You wouldn't happen to know who his immediate superior is do you?"
Billy pondered for a moment, then hurriedly fished out his phone and began searching: "I'm pretty sure Mike mentioned him in one of his emails to me awhile back."
"That could prove very useful in my search" Gavin remarked, then appended: "You do know, I might have to do something a little shady to get what you want don'tch'ya?"
Billy looked over at his friend, giving him a concerned questioning look: "How shady is shady?" Billy queried.
Gavin smiled deviously: "Like, hack into someone's computer shady." Gavin concluded.
"Aha!" Billy said jubilantly: "His direct commanding officer is Major Anthony Drummond" He beamed, hoping that Gavin could work with that info: "So..." He paused momentarily considering Gavin's previous statement: "Can we get in serious trouble for doing this?"
Gavin's smile broadened as he returned his attention to his computer screen and began typing furiously: "That depends on whether we get caught or not!"
JD couldn't believe he was now playing chauffeur while Jason fucked coach Tuck Pullman's brains out in the back seat of the coaches truck.
Earlier, right after they had finished their shower, that is after they were finally able to pull the coaches mouth off Jason's big dick, they had gotten dressed and as JD hurried them along, knowing it was getting late and not wanting to incur his father's wrath, just as they came up to the coaches truck, he looked at JD and asked if he had his drivers license, when JD assured him he did, the coach tossed him his keys and told him he was driving.
While still partially surprised by the move, it became apparent why as Tuck opened the back passenger door ushering Jason inside before him, only turning for a second to wink at JD before jumping inside with him.
Before JD could even get the drivers door opened and climb up in, he looked back and the coach already had Jason's sweatpants down to his ankles and his head was bobbing up and down Jason's enormous cock-head, the loud wet smacking and slurping sounds only matched by the coaches constant humming grunts and groans.
JD just sat there for a moment looking back at the pair, before meeting Jason's glazed over eyes smiling sheepishly back at him and holding his hands up trying to indicate the futility of his predicament.
Oddly enough, JD reminisced, before they even made it to the shower, they had learned a few things about their coach they didn't know or had wrongfully assumed.
Though it was true he was gay, he wasn't out, at least not at school, being pretty sure he wouldn't have been hired in the assistant coaching position he now held, if Coach Grimmly knew he batted for the other team so to speak.
They had all also assumed he was married, having seen him on more than one occasion with the same beautiful woman and knew the two lived together; but Tuck set them straight (no pun intended) that though they did live together, he and her were just best friends.
They also learned that her name was Claire and she was also gay, or more precisely a lesbian.
They knew people assumed they were married or at least a couple and that played to their advantage so they never bothered to correct those who guessed wrong, after all, what they did in the privacy of their own home was no one's business but their own.
Tuck informed them that his job here was just a stepping stone to gain some tenure before transferring hopefully to a school in a larger metropolitan area where being a gay Phys Ed instructor wouldn't be considered a detriment.
Both JD and Jason promised him that his secret was safe with them and did their best to assure him that they would make sure neither Matt or Davy would be a problem either, letting him know that JD had already deleted the incriminating video from Davy's phone.
It came as no surprise to either JD or Jason that coach Pullman decided to show his gratitude by dropping to his knees in the shower and stuffing Jason's half hard dick down his throat and began sucking it back to a full raging boner.
Which was exactly when JD decided they needed to get the fuck out of there since the shower room was the very same place that got Tuck into this whole situation to begin with.
"Take the long way home JD and drive slow." He heard Tuck grunt from the backseat.
JD watched the action going on in the rear view mirror, he bit his lip nervously as he observed Jason positioning himself between Tuck's raised legs expecting him to just slam his hard cock into his upturned ass, but to JD's amazement he watched furtively as Jason lowered himself even more until his face was buried between the coaches muscular bubble-butt and started lapping at his mantwat, noisily driving his lapping tongue in and out of his swollen hole: "Damn that's some sweet pussy!" Jason gurgled, his voice muffled by Tuck's loud moans.
Coach obviously enjoyed Jason's rimming, having moved both his hands down to clasp his fingers tightly against the back of Jason's head and grinding his ass into Jason's hole sucking mouth.
Both the sights and the sounds of their licentious exchange had JD's own boner straining against his pants and for the briefest moment he considered pulling over somewhere and joining them.
But the butt-munching soon turned into butt-fucking as a now totally lust driven Jason lurched upward suddenly, driving his hips forward and began slamming his mammoth cock, balls deep into Tuck's quivering hole.
For the next twenty minutes JD had to not only listen to their boisterous noisy coupling he could feel it as Jason's pile driving had the entire vehicle rocking back and forth for almost the entire journey.
JD almost sighed with relief as they drew nearer his turn off, that the pair reached their climax and slowly started uncoupling.
They were still pulling their clothes back on as JD pulled into his driveway and parked the vehicle about fifteen feet from his front door right behind Timmy's red jeep.
As JD turned the truck off, he pondered the significance of Timmy's vehicle being there after ten in the evening, for that matter, now that he thought about it, he hadn't heard from him since that morning, which he found equally out of character since they usually conversed multiple times a day either by phone or text.
As JD pondered these things he had stepped out of the coaches truck and without a word started heading toward his front door and was just getting ready to turn the doorknob when Jason called after him.
JD turned in the direction of his voice in time to catch him, jog over to him and climbed the couple of steps up the porch and to his front door.
As he stood there before JD, he could see over his shoulder as coach Tuck climbed out of the back passenger side of his truck and took his place behind the steering wheel and started the truck up once again, obviously waiting for Jason.
"Listen..."Jason said softly, trying to meet JD's eyes as best he could standing there in the darkness: "I hope you don't think that all of that..." he said, sweeping his right arm backward and nodding in the general direction of the coaches truck: "Well.. " He stammered: "I just don't want you to think that meant anything serious to me" JD could feel Jason's large callused right hand clasp his left shoulder and gently squeezing it and despite his following response, JD could feel the goosebumps raise on his skin where his hand made contact with the skin of his shoulder.
"I don't" was all JD said, wondering why Jason was all of a sudden concerned about what he thought about their little fuck-fest in the backseat of the coaches truck while he was forced to play chauffeur.
"I mean it JD" Jason said, the sincerity in his voice didn't go unnoticed, leaving JD feeling a bit awkward and maybe even a little bit flushed, so much so that he turned his head briefly, breaking the intensity of their eye contact before thinking better of it and turning back to face Jason eye to eye.
It was just then that Coach Tuck hollered out for Jason to get a move on.
JD watched as Jason swiveled his head in the coaches direction and said he was coming before turning swiftly back to face JD and with a big grin on his face, leaned in and planted a quick kiss right on JD's unsuspecting lips.
JD just stood there like he was frozen in time and space as he watched Jason sprint away from him and jump into the passenger side of the coaches truck and hanging out the window waving goodbye, yelling out to him that he'll drop by tomorrow so they can talk all while having the biggest shit eating grin JD had ever seen on his face.
Completely stunned into silence JD watched as the truck disappeared down his driveway, leaving JD standing there wondering what the hell just happened and more importantly, why had he liked it so much!?
As Carl assessed the situation, he noted the other two men with Paul now standing threateningly close, on either side of Cpl. Atticus Walker, who defiantly stood his ground in full attentive parade rest. Carl also took in the very tense posture of the other 11 men Carl had brought with him. Though off to the side, they looked very much like they were ready to attack at a moment's notice in defense of their comrade. Carl smiled inwardly, realizing the ridiculousness of Lakatos's arrogance.
"Might I suggest you have your men step back and stand down from my Corporal before I move them for you First Sergeant?" Carl demanded, making sure that the timber of his voice conveyed the seriousness of his intent.
Before Lakatos could respond, his weaselly second hand man Sgt. Remy Deveaux, with the smarmiest, most contemptible expression he could have mustered in his Cajun tinged drawl spat: "Dat would take more d'an you fils de pute."
Carl smiled coldly looking squarely into the young Marines dark brown eyes: "Didn't they teach you how to count back in the bayou or were you to busy sucking your mothers tit to go too school?" Carl hand signaled his men and they all moved as one to stand right behind Atticus, Remy and the large blond Lance Corporal that stood threateningly on either side of him.
"Order your men to stand down NOW Sergeant! Paul Lakatos bellowed, now staring icy daggers at Carl.
"You first asshole!" Carl shot back, moving to stand directly in front of the man, until only two to three feet separated them and returning his icy glare with his own.
A now very pissed off SSgt. Lakatos stepped up until he was nearly nose to nose with Carl:
"Max Donnelly may tolerate your insolence but I assure you, I won't!" Lakatos growled, the icy stare now one of pure fire, his face a snarling grimace full of malice.
From his peripheral vision, Carl could see his fist clenching and unclenching at his side and knew he was mere seconds away from throwing down with this belligerent, bloviating peacock of a man.
"Then perhaps you should take that up with Max himself Lakatos!" Danal Cornelius mused walking slowly toward the pair, a cocky half grin on his face, his bluish gray eyes full of mischief with an underlying tone of purposeful menace.
Without so much as a sideways glance, his eyes still boring into Carl's, Lakatos shot back: "Stay out of this old man, this is between me and this disobedient mongrel."
Danal was now less than four feet away from them: "Exactly what is it you think you'll do if I make it my business boy?!" Danal's voice was calm and measured but the timber of his words and manner in which he emoted them, left no doubt that Paul was perilously close to biting off more than he could chew, a fact Carl would have asserted happened the moment he stepped foot on the compound grounds.
Paul Lakatos instantly pivoted toward Danal, roughly brushing passed Carl to stand directly in front him: "I demand to know why you, an Elder of the Council of Greges and Green Father of the Southern Devil Dawgs is allowing this travesty..."Paul's left arm extended out, his left hand sweeping accusationally at Atticus and the young Marines standing behind him, his voice full of contempt and disgust: "They have no right to be here and I insist they leave right now!"
Carl couldn't ever recall a time he had ever seen his old friend and mentor truly mad or angry before, these weren't emotions that came easily to Danal, who he knew to always be a man of measured, thoughtful and often contemplative foresight especially before imparting a response; but the age old adage that there was a first time for everything, right at that moment became demonstrative as Danal Cornelius's corneas flashed for the briefest of seconds a bright blue just before his right hand shot up, with a speed that belied his age and backhanded the 6' 1", 215 pound muscular Marine with such force that it slammed him to his knees with spittle and blood splashing the pavement below him.
Carl watched with more than a bit of shock but a lot more admiration as Danal turned his now stern, commanding countenance to Paul's companions: "On your fucking knee's NOW!"
Carl knew that Danal's command was solely intended for Paul and his men, but with a flick of his wrist, both he, Atticus and all the other young Marines knelt on one knee facing Danal, heads bowed and not surprisingly so did Paul's men.
Carl could hear the deep growl building in Lakatos's chest, knew without looking he was on the verge of losing control and unleashing a violent response to Danal's actions, the air around them seethed hormonally with his building rage.
From his peripheral advantage Carl observed Paul begin to rise, his eyes burning blue, his teeth bared and snarling, his entire face twisted into a deep crevasse of vitriolic fury, every muscle taut and coiled ready to propel into action when Danal's right hand shot forward and caught him by the throat, his extended finger tips digging tightly into his pharynx, spots of blood dripping where Danal's fingernails dug into his flesh: "I've had enough of your insolence pup!" Danal's voice was low and hard, dripping with authority as he forced Paul Lakatos back to his knees: "Submit or I will rip your fucking throat out right here, right now!"
Carl couldn't help but smile inwardly as he sensed the fight drain from Lakatos, he beamed with delight as the man was forced to bow his head in deference and as quickly as it had all escalated, a strained, controlled calm settled in and Danal slowly removed his hand from Lakatos's neck, a few rivellettes of blood ran down his sternum and soaked into his tight desert camo fatigue blouse: "Get up and follow me" Danal commanded Ssgt. Paul Lakatos, before looking over in his direction: "You too Carl"
As Danal headed toward the Lodge, he stopped momentarily to look at Remy Deveaux and the tall, burly, handsome Marine with him: "Be good little pups and get back in your vehicle and wait until I'm done with your owner" Carl watched with continued amusement as the two Marines wide eyed and more than a little shaken, bowed their heads respectfully and immediately turned heel and headed directly toward the truck they had arrived in.
Always full of surprises, Carl watched as Danal walked up to Atticus and reached down and groped his groin, openly fondling his balls through his fatigues: "Those are some mighty big balls you've got son" Atticus didn't even flinch, just smiled back at the man and gave him a quick nod and a playful wink; Carl almost laughed out loud when Danal leaned in and said loud enough for both he and Paul to hear: "My money would have been on you if Carl and I had taken our time and stopped to pick some flowers on our way to join you." Carl almost wished he'd had his phone out to capture the exuberant expression of pride that crossed Atticus's face at that moment and now, more than before he realized just how accurate Max's assessment had been about this young man, making a mental note to bring it up later when he had time to discuss it with the young Marine.
Paul just huffed beside Carl, turning his head away, completely dismissing the comment.
"Return to your duties Corporal." Carl commanded and watched with no small measure of gratification as Atticus nodded and immediately began barking orders to his unit.
The mischievous smile faded from Danal's face as he returned his attention to the two men before him and waved them forward toward the Lodge.
As they entered the building Danal turned to Carl: "There is a first aid kit in the kitchen, please be so kind as to retrieve it."
As Carl headed in that direction he heard Danal instruct Paul to remove his shirt: "I'm fine" the large Marine insisted: "I'd much rather just leave..." his voice nearly dripping with bile: "That is if your done trying to humiliate me for the day!"
Carl could clearly hear Danal's response as he headed toward the kitchen: "If it was my intent to humiliate you, I would have pulled your pants down and taken my belt to your bare ass before fucking you right there in front of your men." Danal's wickedly playful side returned: "Then again..." He paused as if he was truly considering it: "The day's not over yet and you do have one really nice looking ass."
By the time Carl made it back, Paul had obviously relented and removed his shirt and now sat on one of the wooden benches that proliferated the room, topless.
Despite his animosity toward the man, Carl couldn't help but appreciate his physicality; he wasn't as hairy as Max, but he not only was close to the same size as Max, they had very similar builds; Carl doubted the man had an ounce of fat on him and despite his earlier bravado, he definitely wouldn't have desired squaring off with him, Carl was certain he wouldn't have fared well in the exchange, no more than he would have with Max.
That was just the nature of men like Paul, Max and even Danal; they exude authority, it was inherently part of who they were, just like their exuberant confidence and tenacity, the difference between Paul and Max and even Danal was exemplified by the way they achieved their goals; men like Max and Danal did so by tempering their expectations with an understanding of the limits of those around them, while men like Paul, younger and less experienced, impatiently demanded those around them live up to unrealistic expectations.
All these things were inherently at the core of what Max, Danal, Carl and others saw wrong with the Codex and it was the fact that far to many were just like Paul, those who unyieldingly codified it, citing worthless litanies like: "Its always been that way" that surmounted any notion of change, change both Danal and Max often noted being the only constant in the universe. One thing Carl was sure of though, nature abhors a vacuum and for men like the ones outside right now, working and hoping for a better future not only for themselves but for many others all over the world just like them, that change couldn't come fast enough and Carl still worried that even if what they were certain and were hopeful for concerning Billy, that even if it turned out to be true, would it be an effective challenge to those determined to keep things like they've always been, maintain the status quo? Not least of Carl's concerns was for Billy himself, would they be placing far to much on his young shoulders?
All these thoughts ran rampant through Carl's head as he held out the requested first aid kit to Danal.
"I'm not so sure he wants me near his throat again do you?" Danal smiled impishly, pushing the kit back in Carl's direction.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me old man!" Carl chided, glancing briefly over at Paul then back to Danal, whose face expanded into a huge mischievous grin: "Look at it this way..." he mused: "How often do you get to paw a young stud like Paul without Max being involved?"
"Can we just get this over with?" Paul demanded, not even looking in either man's direction and definitely not amused by their banter.
"You're gonna smoke a turd in purgatory for this one Danal" Carl huffed before moving over to Lakatos and sitting down in front of him and opening the kit.
Carl opened a pack of cotton swabs and a small bottle of peroxide and began dabbing Paul's wounds and cleaning up the now drying blood that had dripped down his chest.
"Just so you know Danal..." Paul began sternly: "I fully intend to report this to the council."
Danal leaned against one of the post nearest Paul and Carl, his hand gently stroking at his beard: "I'm sure they will be delighted in hearing you confess your insolent behavior to them."
Paul groaned: "You know damn well I meant about what you and Max are allowing to go on here!" He turned his head toward Danal, a bit of his previous defiance creeping back into his voice.
If Danal heard it and Carl was sure he had, he didn't show it, as he continued to contemplatively stroke his beard: "And exactly what business is that of yours?!" Danal cooed whimsically, knowing full well his tone would only exacerbate an already irritated Lakatos.
Carl could feel the muscles in Paul's neck tighten as he grew more tense: "Because I have a right to be here and those men out there do NOT!" Paul snapped, glaring at Danal, the fire building in his eyes once again.
Danal stood erect, turning to face SSgt. Paul Lakatos meeting his defiant glare with a cold calculated temerity: "Let me make this absolutely clear to you boy..." Danal began, walking over, bending until his face was mere inches from Paul's as he stared him directly in the eyes: "You and everyone else, including myself, are allowed here because Max Donnelly tolerates it, that is of course..." Danal paused bringing his finger up to poke Paul in the chest: "You grow a pair and decide you want to challenge Max directly for leadership of the southern region!?"
Carl could feel the tension build between the two men, Danal's face was stone cold, his eyes burned into Paul's: "Shall I issue your challenge and arrange the time or are you man enough to do it yourself!?"
Carl struggled to hold back the chuckle that begged for release in his chest as Paul visibly gulped and averted his gaze: "I didn't say I wanted to challenge Max Green Father" Paul simply stated, his voice far more sedate and reserved than mere seconds ago; Carl did not sense fear in him, but something more like a reserved acknowledgement of Max's authority.
"That's good Paul.."Danal smiled bringing his hand up to muss the younger man's hair: "I'm very fond of your sire and don't really want him to lose his eldest offspring." Danal stood up and stared down at him: "I will however make sure he knows how close that came to happening today by my own hand the next time I talk to him."
Carl shot the old man a quick look and closed the first aid kit, now finished with cleansing the superficial wounds on Paul's throat and stood to face his old friend: "His fathers going to be the least of his concerns after I report this to Max." Carl chided moving to stand by his old friend.
Danal tossed Paul his shirt, a big grin on his face as he turned and headed toward the door of the Lodge: "Knowing both Max and his sire..."Danal mused: "I would suggest he invest in a big bottle of lube."
Timmy Anderson was beginning to wonder what he'd gotten himself into, after his dinner and chat with Max Donnelly early that evening and they had come to an arrangement about his son JD, Max had promised to satisfy him in ways he never knew he could be.
He vividly recalled how Max had stood up, and escorted him back to his bedroom and slowly striped him of his clothing before shucking his olive drab silky shorts.
He followed Max's instruction to lay on his bed before going to his closet and pulling out a rather large metal military ammo box with a pull top lid that latches on one end and carried it over to the bedside.
He watched in silent fascination as Max pulled out two pairs of handcuffs and secured both of Timmy's wrist to the two metal frame posts of the headboard and then retrieved two leather cuffs with singular metal loops.
Timmy allowed Max to wrap these leather cuffs around his ankles before pulling a shiny stainless steel length of chain from the box before wedging himself between Timmy's legs forcing them up and attaching one end of the chain through one of the metal loops on his left ankle then threaded the chain through a metal loop on the headboard about two feet above his head, before attaching the other end to Timmy's right ankle the effect of which, left Timmy's legs spread eagle, ass fully exposed and Timmy bound helpless on the bed.
"That's one pretty little pussy ya got there." Max said smiling down at Timmy from between his legs, his massive 12 inch cock now laying over Timmy's balls and lower abdomen while Max's fingers caressed his smooth, hairless upper torso.
Timmy watched silently, as Max leaned forward and gently kissed his right nipple and then his left, letting his tongue lightly flick over each one before he brought his hands up and clasped each nipple between his index fingers and his thumbs and began softly squeezing his nubs and tenderly pulling them causing both to stiffen and erect.
Max could feel the goosebumps rise all over Timmy's body, his smile broadening as he continued to stimulate the boys nipples while simultaneously thrusting his fat large phallus between Timmy's tight muscular twin buns smearing the precum oozing from his glans over Timmy's upturned ass crack and anus.
Max pushed forward and brought his face close to Timmy's, their lips just inches away from each other, Max staring intently into Timmy's soft blue eyes: "Open your mouth" Max instructed, his voice low and deep his breath a soft whisper across Timmy's pink, plump lips.
Timmy opened up to Max whose lips then covered his entire mouth, his thick wet tongue darting inward filling Timmy's oral cavity.
Max swirled his tongue around Timmy's as he allowed his spit to flow from his own mouth, down over his tongue and into Timmy's who in turn wrapped his lips around Max's tongue and began sucking on it, trying to extract all the flowing juices into his hungry mouth.
To Timmy's amazement, Max's tongue slipped even further into his mouth, well beyond what he would have expected until the tip of it flicked against his uvula and nearly threatened to invade his throat.
"Like that little trick?" Max said pulling back, a mischievous smile spreading across his face, before sliding down Timmy's body until his face was directly juxtaposed to Timmy's exposed ass.
"Your gonna love this" Max growled before diving his tongue against Timmy's pucker, forcibly pushing into his hole and driving through his sphincter into his anal cavity.
Timmy's initial response was to wince at the speedy abruptness of Max's oral invasion, but as Max observed from between his split buns looking directly at Timmy's face he watched bemusedly as Timmy's eyes grew bigger with surprise as he drilled the tip of his tongue against Timmy's prostate, who in turn ground his ass almost involuntarily at the new sensation.
"Oh my Gawwwd..." Timmy groaned, his arms struggling and flailing, at odds with the chains binding him, stopping him from reaching down and grasping Max's head.
Max pulled back momentarily, grinning wickedly: "Somebody likes their butt clit licked don't they? Max mused, adding: "Let's see what this does to ya!"
Max jammed his tongue back into Timmy's wet hole and churned against his joy spot, undulating his oral appendage against it as his lips wrapped around Timmy's spasming pucker and began heartily sucking on it; the combo proved to much for Timmy, his head shot backward, his body twisted and jerked as his gonads pulled nearly up into his body as his 5 inch dick erupted his pent up load all over his face, chest and abs.
But to Timmy's surprise, Max's oral assault only continued, well after his unexpected but glorious orgasm; if anything, Max's tongue probed harder his suction doubled, Timmy felt as if his entire central nervous system was now centered around Max's suctioning lips and twirling tongue, he was certain his hole was being opened and sucked inside out and repeatedly forced back in by his unrelenting oral invasion.
Timmy knew that only moments had passed since his first orgasm, but just like the previous one Max's skillful manipulations induced a second tidal wave of rapturous splendor, that, just like its predecessor elicited a huge eruption from Timmy's straining cock, which once again bathed him in his own seminal juices, splattering his entire upper torso as his head thrashed uncontrollably side to side, his body bucking and twisting, spasming and twitching overcome by the climatic forces Max was inciting from him.
"Omigawwwd Maaaax...pppplllleeeeez....." Timmy practically screamed through clenched teeth, sweat pouring from his face and body, tense and straining against his bonds.
Max yanked back, his lower face looking like a freshly glazed donut, licking and smacking his lips, smiling deviously at the now nearly exhausted golden haired youth: "What's the matter bitch, so use to the fumbling of boys you can't handle a real man?" he sneered, his wicked smile evidence enough he was in no way shape or form done with him yet: "Remember..." he leered: "You said you wanted this..." Max rose up, thrusting his large shiny glans at Timmy's now puffy, swollen hole and began rubbing just the leaking tip against it, smearing it with the copious amounts of precum drooling from his piss slit.
Max reached down and rubbed his index and middle finger up and down the length of Timmy's still tumescent cock: "Looks like your little clit dick likes what I'm doing" Max chided playfully then moved up Timmy's body, his lips seeking Timmy's right nipple and sucking it into his mouth and began nursing and gnawing on it like a hungry baby.
Max continued doing this back and forth between each of Timmy's nipples, ravenously gorging himself on them until Timmy pleaded with him to stop, noting how sore, sensitive, swollen and puffy each of them had become, but Max only chortled and slid back down Timmy's body and renewed his oral assault on his already bloated, distended hole.
For over an hour Max continued to torment both Timmy's hole and both his nipples, nearly driving Timmy to distraction and at least three more orgasms and Max hadn't even penetrated him with anything other than his tongue.
After his last one Timmy just collapsed, both his nipples were grossly engorged, puffy, red and sore while his butt-hole no longer resembled the tight little circular ring he began with, but now looked inflamed, bloated and distended, he had pleaded and begged multiple times for Max to either slow down or out right stop, but he quickly realized Max did what Max wanted too and Timmy was helpless to stop or deter him so he just moaned, groaned and at times squealed and screamed as Max drove him well beyond anything he had ever experienced before.
Max had indeed reduced his entire body to one huge erogenous zone, his central nervous system surge with endorphins throughout, heightening his pleasure and effectively altering his otherwise limited capacity to a rapturous cacophony of sensations and delights.
"I think that's enough foreplay for now." Max grinned: "Time to turn your ass into my pussy Max sneered, satisfied he'd far surpassed Timmy's limited sexual expectations and boyish fumblings.
Max reached up Timmy's torso, clasping his hand behind Timmy's neck and brought hs head forward, practically bending his body in half as his other hand guided his enormous, tennis ball sized, bulbous glans to Timmy's bloated, inflated, spit dripping anal lips: "I want you to watch closely as I turn your asshole into my pussy." Max murmured softly: "I want you to be a good little faggot girl and watch it happen, okay baby?" His deep crooning voice both comforting and demanding at the same time.
Timmy offered no resistance, he lacked the will or capacity to do or say anything contrary to what Max desired of him, he was an empty vessel waiting to be filled, to become whatever he wanted or needed him to be, so he tried to focus and do as he was commanded and center his thoughts on that singular action as Max gently pushed forward the blunt helmet shaped tip of his cock-head, the glans orifice until it kissed the lips of Timmy's turgescent folds and began parting them.
Max tilted Timmy's head back carefully, until their eyes met; Timmy felt as if he were staring into his body, his mind and soul and for the briefest moment he could have sworn Max's corneas flashed a brilliant blue, drawing Timmy in ever deeper, losing himself completely in Max: "Do you want to be my good girl?" Max droned, the sound of his voice hypnotic and surreal to Timmy, as he feebly shook his head yes, unable to do anything more than dribble spittle from the corners of his mouth and groan in ecstasy: "Do you want to be my little faggot princess?" Max cooed bringing his lips forward and caressing them lightly over Timmy's trembling lips, his hot breath filling Timmy's nostrils, making him whimper and moan the faintest whisper: "Yes."
"Then listen carefully!" Max grunted, pointing Timmy's head downward at his torso, Max's fingers released his dick and reached upward to run over Timmy's extremely bloated nipples: "These are your titties, your breast...your boobs!" His voice still soft but firmly insistent: "Men have chest and pec's, faggots have breast!" Max asserted before tracing his fingertips caressingly downward until they ran down the length of Timmy's 5 inch hard dick: "This is your clit, men have dicks, faggots have clits." He emphasized his point by rubbing Timmy's frenulum eliciting a strangled groan from Timmy: "Do you understand so far?" Max's voice was calm and soothing, speaking to Timmy as if he were speaking to a child, instructing him in the ways of the world as his fingers returned to clutch his massive drooling erection and rubbed the tip against Timmy's wet hole: "This is your pussy, your twat, snatch or cunt" Max emphasized the last word by thrusting forward with the power of his hips the fully engorged head of his schlong driving forcefully into Timmy's hole nearly ripping it to shreds as its mammoth girth split the folds of his anal opening, and with a nearly audible pop, penetrated past Timmy's over stretched sphincter, eliciting a strangled cry from deep within Timmy's throat and chest in sudden pain, he tried jerking away from Max, but Max wrapped his arms around him, his full weight crashing them backward on the mattress as Max held his position letting Timmy's convulsing, spasming anal ring adjust to the wrist thick circumference of his manhood and the protuberant size of his throbbing glans.
Timmy's eyes watered and tears of pain dripped down his cheeks, his arms pulled desperately at the handcuffs restraining them, his powerful legs jerking at the metal chain and leather straps secured to his ankles all to no avail, his hole felt like it was on fire, stretched beyond all reason causing it to undulate convulsively against the massive intruder barely secured beyond his quivering sphincter until his anguish gave him voice: "Pull it out..." he sobbed, his whole body jerking against Max's, who just calmly held him tightly against him, refusing to budge an inch as he patiently waited for the initial shock of penetration to settle, for Timmy's spastic convulsions to abate.
Max hated this part, with each new partner there was always the inceptive pain of first penetration, first with Carl, then with Monaca and later others such as Brock; the list wasn't as vast as some might think. Max could count them on two hands and not all ever took to it like he knew Timmy would, once the initial shock wore off. Max knew from past experience, it wasn't the anal part that was the hardest it was the oral that proved the most challenging, but over the years, through trial and error, Max had devised a method to even accomplish that as well, the biggest factor was the willingness of the recipient, their need and desire to accommodate and please him. He knew through those experiences that Timmy was that kind of individual, he needed to please, his desire to satisfy, but most of all his innate, exigent craving toward submissiveness. Some would wrongfully think Timmy's superior athletic skills came from a place of sportive aggression, when in truth it was his way of pleasing others with a skill-set uniquely his own, his slavish devotion to it evidential of the desire to initially impress and please his parents and later those instructing him, always seeking to improve himself, push beyond their expectations and exceed them, their pleasure at his accomplishments is what drove him to excel and Max knew he would do so now.
Just as predicted, Max could slowly feel Timmy's body relax beneath him, his hole loosen around his invading dong; the tightness and vice like grip was still there, but the spasming of his sphincter lessened.
Max pulled his torso back a bit, until he could look into Timmy's eyes, noting the terror and pain had subsided from his expressions and were slowly being replaced by one of acceptance which Max knew would soon change again by Timmy's inner desire to please and accommodate: "Don't worry princess, I'll soon have this pussy nice and loose." Max smiled as he began to thrust another couple of inches into Timmy's clenching hole, eliciting another grimace from Timmy as his hole expanded and elongated to tightly encompass his member like a new sword being sheathed in its equally new scabbard.
Max held off at the halfway mark, letting Timmy's cunt adjust again, while still pulling back slowly letting the flare of his coronal ridge dredge against his prostate evoking a tremor and shudder of renewed pleasure emitting from Timmy's anal clit throughout his body.
Max grinned devilishly as Timmy moaned and whimpered beneath him as he began rotating his hips slightly grinding his glans against Timmy's and noted how Timmy's hips responded in kind.
That was the signal Max had been waiting for, as he lowered his head to Timmy's ear, at first to gently kiss and lick at the sensitive skin at the nape of his neck before biting down hard against his flesh while simultaneously driving the full length of his monster cock balls deep into deepest recesses of Timmy's tight twat.
Timmy's body went rigid as his eyes bugged out and his face contorted into a mask of shear agony as Max's flaming phallus ripped passed the tight confines of Timmy's lower bowel.
Max again held him tightly, but this time began to thrust the throbbing head of his dick in and out of Timmy's inner sphincter, pushing it beyond its elastic limitations, forcing it to stretch to accommodate its prodigious girth, relentless in its to and fro assault.
Timmy's entire body convulsed and twisted against his restraints once again trying to buck Max from him and expel his invading member. Max rewarded his efforts by raising up into the push up position and slowly began withdrawing his schlong from the clinging walls of Timmy's overstretched gash until the enormous flair of Max's coronal ridge ripped free of Timmy's sputtering twat.
Max poised and hovered above him, looking down into Timmy's gnarled scowl before ramming the full length of his giant dong balls deep into Timmy's gash and ruthlessly began thrusting the full length of his dick in and out of Timmy's convulsing hole.
Slowly, just as Max knew he would, Timmy's scowl and shrieks of anguish transformed, at first subtly then like a tidal wave, into cries of passion and then to pure stuporous lust: "Fuuuuck meee" came Timmy's initial guttural pleas rapidly followed by a crescendo of lilting squeals and torid grunts: "Fffuck my pussssy....fuuuuck it." became his battle cry, one that drove Max finally over the edge as his bloated dong erupted volcanically into the deepest depths of Timmy's pussy, impregnating the delicate lining of his bowels with molten jolts of spraying jism, flooding his chute with his virile masculine juices. Timmy's own clit dick erupted spewing watery dregs of seminal fluid from the pit of his seminal vessels completely draining the last of his reservoirs until his dick was dry heaving and his shrunken balls ached from overuse.
As Max's own orgasm subsided, as he felt Timmy go completely limp underneath him, his lips quivering his mouth sputtering incoherent gibberish as drool flowed down the corners of his lips and puddled on the covers of Max's bed.
Max reached down and twisted Timmy's face toward him, Max noting with proud satisfaction Timmy's eyelids fluttering his eyes still rolled to the back of his head unable to focus on anything other than the residual waves of tortured ardor that continuously washed over his profusely sweating and sporadically twitching body.
Max was unsure of whether Timmy could even hear him or not, let alone understand what he was saying as he bent down towards Timmy's ear, softly biting his earlobe: "Better buckle up princess, that was only round one."