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They had met in a chatroom a little over a year before the day that Cris was arriving from Brazil. Mike’s seduction of the younger boy had started naturally. He told Cris about his job as a community college baseball coach and, when Cris revealed that he had started the chat because he really liked older guys, Mike took the lead and told him how he loved to discipline younger guys who needed help giving it their all out on the field. Mike sent Cris pictures of his hairy, muscled body and thick cut cock and Cris sent back a cute face pic that showed his dark skin, short curly hair and big liquid eyes. Both men felt an immediate attraction, but Mike knew that on line flirtations were often just that, especially with guys in their early 20’s. Despite the distance, however, the two kept in fairly close contact, chatting every week or so. Since Cris was still a year short of finishing his degree, he lived at home with his family, so most of the time the chats were limited to typing, but the few times that Cris was able to chat from a friend’s house, Coach Mike had shown Cris his hairy body and big cock, something Cris seemed to never be able to stop thinking about. About 9 months after they’d met, Coach Mike invited Cris to come and stay with him in LA during the summer break. Cris was able to get a visa and, 4 months later, he was arriving from Sao Paulo.

Mike and Cris had discussed the trip many times, and both had agreed that this would be a once in a lifetime opportunity for Cris to see California and for both men to live out their fantasies. Cris had had sex with men before, but because he still lived at home, his experiences with men had been limited to a few quick encounters. He was coming to California to be his coach’s boy, and though he was nervous, he was also eager to meet his coach in person. A couple of weeks before the trip, Cris had gotten a package from his coach, who had told him to open it in private. Cris waited until his family was asleep, and then, in his room, opened the package, which contained a jockstrap in a plastic sealed bag. As soon as he slid open the seal, Cris sighed. There was an unmistakeable smell of cum emanating from the bag. Cris wore jockstraps when he played soccer, and he loved the feel of the cotton around his waist and how it outlined his round, slightly hairy butt. This strap was special, however. When he looked at the waistband, he saw that his coach had written “Coach’s #1 Boy” there. He also saw a note that his coach had written. His coach had jacked off several times into the jock. The note instructed Cris to hold the jock to his face so that he could begin to learn the scent of his coach’s cum. He also told him to wear this strap as much as possible before the trip. He wanted his boy to think about him every time that he put it on. The only problem for Cris was that every time he put it on, his dick got immediately hard. He loved knowing that his coach had sent him the jockstrap, and he loved imagining what his coach would do to him in that jockstrap. The last few times he played soccer, he made sure to get dressed before he he arrived at the field so that the other guys wouldn’t see his cock stiffen as he put on the jockstrap. On the plane, he’d decided to wear it and three or four times during the long flight he’d gotten a hard on thinking about standing in front of his hairy, muscular coach wearing only his strap.

Cris awoke quickly as the flight attendant made the announcement that the flight was landing. As he started walking off the plane, Cris started to feel nervous. One of his best friends from high school had moved to LA, and they had stayed in touch. Cris hadn’t told his friend that he was coming, but it helped him to know that if things didn’t work out with his coach, he had a friend who would be really happy to see him and who could put him up until he could make arrangements to go back to Brazil.

The morning had started out hot in LA, so Mike wore some sweats and a muscle T to the airport. He had also put on his jockstrap that morning, deciding that if this kid was going to be his boy for the next few weeks, he may as well start it out right. Mike had been a little nervous about Cris coming for 2 weeks until the younger man had told him that he had a friend who he could stay with if things didn’t work out. This way out had actually increased the erotic tension between the two because Mike knew that the arrangement was not out of necessity, and if the sexual chemistry wasn’t there, they wouldn’t have to pretend that it was. So Mike waited for the people to come through the exit gate, his cock straining against his jock, waiting to see his handsome, curly haired Brazilian boy walk through the terminal.

When Cris passed into the waiting area, he looked around but didn’t see anyone that looked like Coach Mike. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned around. Both men smiled as they saw each other in person for the first time. Mike’s smile grew wider as he saw that this 24 year old Brazilian was just as he had appeared on the screen, except that he had let some facial hair grow, giving him a more masculine look. The both laughed, more out of nervousness than anything else, and began to make small talk. The went to the baggage claim and got Cris’s luggage. Then Mike led Cris back up the elevator. As they waited for the elevator, Coach put his hand on Cris’s butt. More than a sexual advance, it was a gesture of possession. Cris first stiffened at the public display of sexuality, but when he realized that the only people waiting for the elevator were in front of them, he relaxed a little and let himself begin to feel possessed. Cris assumed that they were going to Mike’s car, but actually Mike led Cris to a rest room in the airport. Then he made a quick call on his cell phone. After the call, he explained to Cris, “I have a friend who works here and owes me a favor or two. He’s going to put a cleaning sign outside the bathroom, but you and I are going in there first.” In a minute or two, a man wearing a airport uniform approached Mike and smiled. He was in his 50’s and looked Turkish or Middle Eastern. He had a big mustache and large arms and legs. He looked like a man who had been in good shape when he’d been younger but had gained a little weight, but was still hitting the weights. Mike and Cris went into the bathroom and Mike’s friend put a yellow plastic sign in front of the bathroom and then followed them in. Coach introduced Cris to Sid. “Cris, this is Sid.” “Nice to meet you, Cris”. “Nice to meet you too, Sid”, said Cris. Coach whispered into Cris’s ear “Sir. Use ‘sir’ when you meet my male friends”. “Sorry sir, uh, sirs, sorry to both of you.” Cris said. “Listen, boy” Coach said. “I want you to thank Sid here for helping us out with this, but I also want the first dick you taste here to be mine. So get on your knees for me. You trust me, right boy? I promise you that no one is going to come in.” Cris wasn’t sure why but he did trust the American. He got to his knees in front of his coach, the man who he had been fantasizing about for months. The older man pushed his sweats down and exposed his meaty, heavy cock. Cris brought his hands up to bring the cock from his mouth, but his coach stopped him. “When you suck cock boy, it’s always for your coach’s pleasure, OK? That means hands behind your back. If I want you to put your hands on my legs or butt, I’ll tell you. But you never suck me and touch my dick with your hands, OK?” As Coach said this, he held the boy’s chin in his hand, firm yet lovingly. Cris put his hands behind is back, maintaining eye contact with his Coach at all time. Coach pushed his thumb into his boy’s mouth and immediately the young man began to suck the thumb. Coach smiled, removed his thumb from the boy’s mouth, took the boy’s chin back in his hand and put his hard cock in the boy’s mouth. The taste of his Coach’s cock was better than he had imagined it. Fresh, clean, meaty, the cock filled his mouth. Coach eased his hips forward so that all of his cock was in the boy’s mouth and throat. He started fucking his boy’s mouth, keeping his long cock half in the boy’s mouth and then going all the way until his pubic hair hit the boy’s face. All through the face fuck, he kept his hand on his boy’s chin for guidance, to show Cris his dominance, and to let Cris feel another part of his body. The face fucking became deep and intense. Finally he pulled his cock out of Cris’s mouth. As he did this, he motioned for Sid, who had been standing near the door, to come over. “Show Sid that you want to thank him for giving us this time, Cris.” Cris looked up and saw the man, hairy, masculine, dark and with a large yet firm stomach and waist lower his overalls to expose his thick cock. It was a little shorter than Coach’s, but it was very thick. As he got closer, Cris smelled sweat and musk. Obviously Sid had been working all day. He also smelled cum. Perhaps Sid had jacked off and not cleaned himself. In any case, Cris enjoyed the difference. “Cris, we don’t have too much time, so suck the cum out of Sid here so that I still have time to fuck you.” Coach was standing behind Cris, who had gotten to his knees. Coach took the boy’s face and pressed it into Sid’s dark, meaty thick musky cock. Obviously he had been jacking while coach had been fucking his boy’s face because Cris could feel the pace of the man’s cock and thrusts increasing. The experience became even more intense as Coach whispered in his ear, “Taste that cock, boy and remember the taste while I’m fucking your beautiful butt.” Cris loved his coach standing behind him. It made sucking Sid even sexier to have his coach pushing his head and stroking his chin while the dark cock slid in and out of his mouth. He also felt Sid’s and Coach’s hands join on his head, and he even felt the man’s wedding ring on his head. He loved the fact that he was sucking a married, older, muscular man with a little stomach. After a few more thrusts Sid felt his orgasm coming. He took his cock out of the Cris’s hungry mouth and shot point blank onto his face, drenching it with hot cum. The contrast of the milky cum and Sid’s dark cock excited Cris even more. He looked up into the man’s eyes while Sid slapped his softening cock against the boy’s cheeks, rubbing the cum into the boy’s skin. After Cris’s face was completely covered in cum, Sid stuffed his cock back into his pants and walked over to the door where he was going to both stand guard and watch what he knew was coming. Coach helped Cris stand up. Then, Cris’s coach put his hand on Cris’s head and brought it to his chest. Cris felt the hair from his coach’s chest against his cum covered cheek and instantly got hard. “That’s good, Cris. I’m glad you are hard. I am going to fuck you before you leave the airport. You came here to be my boy, and I want to make sure that from the first moments you are here, you know that that is exactly what you are. You ready?” Coach Mike paused for just a second, but Cris didn’t move. Coach walked over to the wall, steering Cris with him. He then positioned himself behind the boy, pressing him towards the wall. Mike’s hands moved under the boys’ shirt and across the Latino boy’s chest. His left arm started tweaking the boy’s right nipple, while the right arm wrapped around the boy’s stomach, his thumb swirling, making more contact with Cris’s skin. He told Cris to leave on his shirt and lower, but not remove, his pants. Cris followed his coach’s orders. His pants dropped to the floor, leaving his jock strapped butt bare for the older man. Coach said, “I’m glad to see that you are wearing that, Cris. Now stand against the wall and spread your legs.” Again, without a word, the younger man moved toward the wall. Coach Mike put his leg between Cris’s legs and slowly pushed them apart, readying him for his first fuck. “Boy, that is just fucking hot.” And Coach was right. Cris’s butt, framed by the bottom of his shirt, and the jock strap, would have enticed even a straight man. Coach again stood behind the boy, his chest pressing against his back, his arms wrapped around the boy’s chest, teasing his nipples, rubbing his stomach. “I’m yours, Coach”, Cris said, and even before he’d finished, he felt his coach’s cock, hard, ready, and impatient, entering his hole. The initial penetration was not brutal, but neither did Coach take it slowly. He meant to show Cris that all pleasure was his, to take, when and how he wanted it. He entered the boy’s tight hole, steadily and without any stopping, until his balls were against the boy’s butt. He could hear the boy gasping, though he didn’t know if it was with pleasure, pain, surprise, lust, or a combination of any of those, but it didn’t really matter as the man began to pound the boy, harder and harder, losing all control. Cris couldn’t believe that he was actually getting pounded by his fantasy man, that this had all become real, and as good as he had imagined it. Better even, since he had also been able to suck the other older man. Coach would normally have taken his time, but because Sid could only keep the bathroom closed for a short time, he began to pound even harder, bouncing Cris off his thighs and maximizing each thrust of his cock by taking it almost all the way out and then thrusting it in again until his balls slapped the boy’s perfectly round butt. In a short time, Coach took out his cock, thrust the boy to his knees, and shot cum on the boy’s face and hair. As he felt the second wave of hot come hit his face, Cris too shot cum from his cock onto his coach’s foot. The coach scooped up the warm milky cum and added it to his own on the boy’s face. The smell of cum was overwhelming. Cris got up and moved towards the sink, but his coach stopped him. “Learn to love having cum on you, boy. When I cum on you, or any of my men come on you, that cum will stay on you until it dries.” The boy’s cock, which had gotten soft after shooting, turned hard again. He was mesmerized by his coach’s voice, by what had just happened, and by how much each idea that his coach had turned him on. He nodded, unable to speak. Coach Mike rubbed the cum into the boy’s face, almost like a cream, so that no one would see it when they went out. Coach then took the boy in his arms, held him close, and kissed him, his tongue exploring the boy’s mouth, and his hand again taking possession of the boy’s butt, his finger exploring the hole he had just fucked while his tongue did the same in the boy’s mouth. Cris felt totally possessed, safe, sexy, and ready for the rest of his adventure. After the kiss, Cris brought up his pants and the three men exited the bathroom, coach’s hand cupping the Cris’s butt, making sure the kid knew that everyone was going to know that Cris belonged to him.

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