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The plane landed with a screech. I awoke from my half sleeping state. I unbuckled my seat belt, secretively running my hand over my half hard cock. I had just been reliving the night a few months ago where Coach Stubbs had jacked me off in my car. Sitting there in the plane I could not stop thinking about that night. I was wearing the heavily stained jockstrap that I had stolen from him. It was my prized possession. For the last few months I had worn it as much as possible, jacking myself off into the stretched pouch every night. The strong manly sent of it had invaded all of my thoughts. As I stepped off the plane and into the airport I began to search for my new coach. I had not seen him since that night in the car park, save for in my dreams. I scanned the crowd of families and friends until I saw his handsome face. He was leaning against the back wall, arms folded. The tank top he was wearing stretched tight across his awesome chest, his nipples made small peaks in the white fabric. His developed arms and shoulders showed off his deep tan. Thick chest hair sprang out over the top of tank top. I scanned my eyes over his flat abs down to his navy-blue shorts. They fit tight around his burly legs, even tighter over his bulging package. Even in my dreams he didn’t look this good. He smiled at me and began to walk over. He stuck out his huge hand; I shook it. “How was the flight?” “Not bad,” I answered. “Slept though most of it.” “It’s good to see you again. Hope you’re ready to train your ass off!” he said letting go of my hand. “You bet I am!” I said, a little too enthusiastically. He said, “Let’s go get your bags.” On the way to his house we talked a bit about what would happen over the next few months. Training would begin in four days. For two weeks, only the new recruits would be training. There would be ten of us and Stubbs. Being the coach for the rookies he would train us by himself. After two weeks we would join the rest of the team at a campsite up the coast a bit. This would be time for bonding and a lot of running exercises. From then on the real training would begin. The senior coach would take over and work us extra hard. I started to become really excited; hopefully my game would improve a lot. The conversation continued as we drove on. He had not brought up anything about the night months before and I was too embarrassed to bring it up myself. I asked him about the other rookie who would be staying with us. He said his name was Justin and that he had been staying with him for the last week. “He’s a good kid, an unreal player. Comes from Western Australia, misses his family and girlfriend already. He’s a bit naive but he’s good fun to have around. I think you’ll like him.” He looked at me and smiled. “Too bad if you don’t, ‘cause you’re sharing a room with him.” Stubbs pulled up his driveway; we were home. His house was quite nice. A bit small and dark, but tidy. The house was quite open. The kitchen, lounge and dining room were all in the main area; doors to the bedrooms and bathroom lined one wall. Stubbs opened a think pair of blinds. Light shone through the glass doors that lead outside. The backyard was not huge but behind the back fence and through a thick layer of trees I could see the dark blue of the ocean. “I didn’t know you lived so close to the sea,” I said, turning around to face Stubbs. In the light I could see that the house was not as tidy as I had thought. Stubbs was in the kitchen, getting something from the fridge. I looked around the main area of the house. A soft moan came from the couch beside me. To my surprise, lying face down on the cream couch was Justin, fully naked. He began to stir but was still obviously asleep. “That’s Justin,” Stubbs said strolling into the lounge. “He had a huge night out last night, stumbled in at four. He couldn’t even make it to his room, so I left him there.” Stubbs threw me a can of Coke. Justin rolled over onto his back. His erect cock lay on his flat stomach. His foreskin had been pulled back, revealing the purple head. I could do nothing but look and smile. Justin had much the same body as me. He was slim and smooth- skinned. His had a mild, creamy tan, save for the Speedo shaped area around his cock and ass. He had no pubic hair anywhere save for a small wild bush, which his penis now lay across. His balls were fairly hair-free, but naturally; not shaved. His chest and arm muscles were more developed than mine, but nowhere near as big as Stubbs’. His face was boyish-looking and clean shaved. His hair was very short and a light brown colour. Stubbs picked up a cushion from a chair and threw it on Justin, covering his cock. “Got no shame, that kid.” Stubbs looked at me and smiled. “Let me show you the rest of the house.” The room I was to share with Justin was tiny. Running perpendicular to the door on each side of the room was a single bed each. Separating the beds was a small bedside table. The size of the room didn’t allow much space between the beds; a metre at the most. Nor did it allow much other furniture. A small chest of draws was at the end of each bed. That was all. By the looks of it, Justin had already claimed the bed on the left. On the opposite wall, just after my chest of draws was a door leading to the bathroom. Stubbs led me through it. The bathroom was as big as my bedroom. In the corner opposite to the door to my room was the shower, surrounded by clear glass. Inside the bathroom there was also the toilet, a sink and hamper for dirty clothes. A huge mirror hung over the sink. Three doors led in to the bathroom: the door from my room, one from the living room and one from Stubbs’ bedroom. Stubbs continued the tour into his room. In the middle of his room, against the far wall was a double bed. Next to the bed on a small beside table was a collection of creased porno magazines. A big-breasted woman was on the top; my heart sank. The bed was very loosely made. On top of it lay a collection of dirty clothes. Among them was a jockstrap, badly stained. It was the same type he was wearing now. My heart stopped: Maybe it was mine! Blood flowed to my dick; it began to harden. I was still standing at the door. Stubbs bent over to pick up the clothes. I couldn’t help but to stare at his big meaty ass. He turned around and walked past me, through the door. He put the clothes in the hamper. As he passed me his thick thigh brushed against my now swelled up package. He would have had to notice my excited state. He didn’t react. The last leg of the tour was the backyard. It was very plain. A BBQ was against the back fence. A plastic table and chairs set was in the middle. The rest was just grass, but because of the unseasonably hot weather most of it was brown and dead. I commented on the beach again so we went for a walk to check it out. He told me that although it was a good beach, clean water and sand, not many people used it. Tourists had not yet found the beach and surf was not good enough for most surfers. “Plus,” he said, “most of the houses around here are holiday houses. We don’t get many people in the neighbourhood until Christmas time.” As we made our way past the thick trees I saw how beautiful the beach was. Stubbs looked up and down the beach and seeing no one said, “Let’s go for a swim.” Before I could answer he had peeled off his tank top and was unbuttoning his shorts. I didn’t want him to see that I was wearing his jockstrap. Stubbs pulled down his shorts revealing a tight blue pair of Speedos. The word “TIGERS” (the name of the footy team) was printed in white just below the waistline on the back. The mounds of his cheeks made the word stretch in some places. He was facing away from me, ten steps closer to the water, tying the pull string of his Speedos. I quickly dacked myself: jockstrap included. Bending over, I picked up the jockstrap and flung it into the thick trees. I pulled my t-shirt off and made a naked dash for the water. Running past Stubbs I grabbed the back of his Speedos and pulled them firmly up his crack. Wedgy still in place he chased after me, tackling me into the water. We mucked around a bit in the shallow water, tacking each other and splashing water. I tried to brush up against his cock as much as I could without being obvious. Diving under the water, I swam behind him. As I surfaced I grabbed the back of his Speedo once more. I yanked it up with much more speed than before. This time I was able to see the fabric force its way between his meaty cheeks. His ass hair came out either side of the blue invasion. Fighting back, he got one of his huge arms around my body. He spun me around so I was not facing him. Standing behind me, he had me in a bear hug. He arched his back, pulling me up along the front of his body. His arm squeezed my chest with firm but not painful force. He arched back further. My feet lifted from the sand. I realised as I tried to look down that my cock and balls were no longer submerged in the water. My penis started to fill with blood. I couldn’t let him see me like this again, not yet anyway. I clenched my butt cheeks, working up the strength to overpower him. I felt something I hadn’t noticed until then. His package was pressed against my bare ass. I could feel the bulges, covered by his Speedo, move as I clenched and unclenched my muscles. I had also noticed his fuzzy layer of chest fur moving up and down by back as he breathed. My dick started to become fully hard, the foreskin stretched back. Both our breaths became quicker as we tried to overpower each other. I had an idea. I put one of my constricted arms behind my body; it fell against his well-developed thigh. Using this as a guide, I ran my hand over the hairy, tanned skin. I felt the edge of the Speedo. I crept further. I felt the mound of one of his testicles. I grabbed at it and pulled. Not wanting to seriously hurt him, just enough to let me go; I pulled lightly. “Gonna have to do better than that, runt,” he whispered half- seriously, half-playfully into my ear. Still holding his ball, I pulled at it with much more force. Yelling like a madman he let me go. I instinctively ran towards the shore. With the water down to about my knees, cock deflating with fear, I looked back. He had been bending over, hands on his knees. Now he looked up at me, a cheeky grin on his face. “Keep running, boy.” He bounded after me. I had made it to the shore before I looked back again. The water was just above his knees. His rippling body glistened in the sun. The bulge in his tight blue Speedos swung rhythmically with each stride he took. The bulge bobbed up and down, side to side, closer and closer to me. I could tell that he was not the least bit aroused but even so, his package was stretching the Speedo to its limits. Thinking that he might fall out at any moment I continued to look back as I ran from him. This slowed me down considerably. Within a few more paces he was close enough to grab me. I stopped, frozen. Lunging towards me he tackled me to the sand. Lying naked on my back he pulled his body up on top of mine. His hands pinned my shoulders back. His Speedo pressed against my exposed crotch. We both breathed heavily, catching our breath. He lowered his torso, his stomach on mine. He squeezed my legs together with his. I lay there looking into his eyes. No one spoke. My cock started to stir again, pushing on his. He smiled faintly. He straightened his arms. Getting up he pulled his chest away from mine. His mat of hair was sprinkled with seawater. His nipples pointed out, large and stiff. I took a chance. I raised my head from the sand, bringing it closer to his left nipple. I puckered my lips and kissed it. He stopped trying to get up. Opening my mouth I started to suck. He moaned softly. I pulled back my head and went for the right nipple. I placed my hands on his back, creeping lower towards the Speedo. I pulled my mouth from his nipple and kissed it one last time before kissing a spot just beside it. Continuing with this motion I made my way towards the middle of his two hairy pecs. My hands had found his beefy ass. I squeezed his buns firmly. My lips moved up, up through the forest and out, up along his neck. I slid my hands to above his cheeks. Then back down, this time under the still wet Speedo. My fingers laced the edge of his hairy crack, continuing to squeeze the cheeks. My cock was fully erect, painfully pressing against his still soft bundle. My kissing lips hesitated on the edge of his jaw. They bravely climbed over, nearing his mouth. He was still breathing heavily. Obviously getting some enjoyment from my attention, even though it didn’t feel like it downstairs. I removed my hands from his swimwear. I made a move to try to force him onto his back; he rolled over, carrying me on top of him. I sat up, straddling him, sitting on his crotch. He put his head back and closed his eyes. I felt movement below me. The Speedo started to fill up even more than before. I leant down and kissed once more the edge of his jaw. With more speed than before I began a journey down his neck and through the trees on his chest, into new territory. My body slid down over his. My slim stomach slid over the wakening bulge. My lips crossed over his belly button and followed the trail already laid out for me, down to the blue edge of his coverings. I lifted my head. My hands grabbed both sides of the Speedo, slowly pulling them down. His wild, unkempt bush sprang out into the sun. I pulled the Speedos lower. I could see the base of his cock. While not as dark as the rest of his tan his penis was obviously no stranger to the sun. He lifted up his head and opened his eyes. Too focused on his cock I paid little attention to the frown he was developing. Eager to see the full extent of his manhood I became impatient and yanked his Speedos down to his knees. It lay there bolstered by two huge hairy nuts. Leaning slightly to the left, his long slug, only half hard throbbed in the sun. The hairs of his bush were long and dark, twirling around each other forming bigger curls. A thinner, lighter patched of hair was growing up the shaft, it thinned out more about a third of the way along and had stopped by halfway. A massive vein ran along the top of shaft, littler veins branched out in all directions. He was circumcised; I had not seen one in real life before. The large purple head shone, a thin layer of pre-cum smeared across it. His balls began to tighten and his cock swelled up more. The bigger it got the more nervous I became. I had never been in this position before. Sensing this unease Stubbs shifted. I panicked; I did not want him to make it stop. I licked my lips and bent further over. Making an O with my mouth, I took in the head of his cock. It filled most of my mouth. I ran my tongue around the edge of the head. Stubbs shuddered. He placed his hand on my head and pushed me lower. I could fit maybe another two inches in before I began to gag. I pulled back, his hand forced me down again. I made it further than before. I bobbed up and down a few more times. Put off by the gagging and the four inches still to go I moved back to the head. Stubbs would not allow this and he pushed me back even further. My throat opened up a little more. He continued to push. I grabbed for my dick and began to stroke. No sooner than three strokes and my balls became unbearably tight. Still several inches down on Stubbs I began to come. The first few reams flew up the inside of Stubbs’ leg, streaking it with hot cum. The rest landed on the sand. Stubbs grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me off. “You selfish little fuck!” he raged. “I didn’t think you deserved this.” Stubbs stood up, pushing me onto the cum-soaked sand. He picked up his Speedos and walked off, collecting his tank top and shorts on the way. My cum clung to his leg. When he had begun to walk the other leg brushed over the sticky streaks. The cum held on and as he strode away long strands of shiny cum joined his two legs, swaying in the wind. He wiped them off with his Speedo. I watched him as he stormed off into the trees. “By the way,” he said loudly, “don’t let Justin know about this, he’s not that kind of person.” He brushed the sand off his tight tanned ass as he did so. I could see his testicles hanging low between his legs, every few steps I also saw his huge cock swinging from side to side. I imagined my saliva still dripping from it as it went out of sight, through the back gate. I washed myself clean in the ocean before lying in the sun to dry myself. After getting dressed I slowly walked home. I forgot to check for Stubbs’ jockstrap, which I had thrown into the trees. I had better things on my mind, like the taste of his pre-cum on my tongue. When I made it into the backyard I saw Justin sitting on a chair, reading. He had showered and was sitting in a red pair of board shorts. He smiled when he saw me. He sat up and offered me his hand. “Hi, I’m Justin; you must be Adam.” I took his hand and shook it. “Stubbs told me a lot about you. I forgot that you were coming today.” An uncomfortable pause. “The water’s great today,” I said, shaking salt from my hair. “Grab a shower if you like; towels are in the cabinet under the sink,” he offered. “Thanks, I’ll be back in ten.” Entering my bedroom I took off my clothes. I grabbed some clean clothes and opened the door to the bathroom. Standing in the middle of the room, facing the mirror, stood Stubbs. He looked aggressive. He had his monster cock clenched in his hand, stroking it vigorously. He was too concentrated on the reflection to even see me at the door. With his free hand he pinched at his nipples. His face turned red as his balls tightened. With a loud moan long lines of cum shot out of the eye of his cock. He had aimed his cock so that the first stream hit him in the chin, just below his mouth. The next few landed in the softness of his chest hair. With the job already done, and not wanting to get him more pissed off, I slowly shut the door and got dressed again, the salty taste of Stubbs still fresh in my mouth, and a huge grin on my face. If you have any comments, constructive or otherwise send me some mail at inmyjockstrap@hotmail.com