When Jerry was 18, his older brother William showed him how to jerk off by first fencing cock to cock, holding each other tightly to rub more aggressively. Jerry’s 9-inch cut dick (23 cm) got hard and juicy in no time, exploding a full loaf of creamy jizz. What he liked the most was grabbing William’s butt, massaging his peachy hairy behind. He would have loved to sniff and kiss it, but William showed no interest in ass play; he told Jerry that the football coach would probably welcome a cock deep inside his shit hole. The 18-year-old teenager knew that gay guys ass-fucked, but he had something else in mind.
A week later, when coach Benedict noticed that Jerry was glancing at him in the locker room, and taking his time to remove his well-packed jockstrap, he stayed behind to see if he could get lucky in convincing the teenager to fuck him. They ended up to be the two last guys in the shower area. Benedict handed a soap bar and asked Jerry if he could clean his back. “I wouldn’t mind if you also soaped my ass.” The coach was a slim, hairy and handsome man. As soon as Jerry inserted the soap bar in Benedict’s crack, he got hard as a rock. The coach could feel the boy’s rod brushing against his begging ass hole.
“I would love to feel your mighty cock deep inside me.”
“Uh … I’ve never done this before.”
“Just shove your thick dick in my hole and push it as far as possible, back and forth. Don’t worry, many guys have pounded me, and I always enjoy it. Your cock is the biggest one I’ve seen, and I’m anxious to get fucked by such an awesome tool.”
Clumsy at first, Jerry got the gist of ass fucking in just a few minutes. He was encouraged by Benedict’s moans of pleasure and blissful cries. “Keep going, grab my hips to maintain your rhythm, just like a horse stuffing a mare.” Jerry got wildly excited, and dumped his junk in Benedict’s trunk. When he turned around to kiss his first trick, the coach brushed him off, grabbed his towel and headed to the locker area to dry himself and quickly get dressed. He disappeared like a thief, neither seen nor known.
Jerry had imagined a completely different situation, a scenario where the coach’s ass could have been fully worshiped. When he jerked off in his room, the boy dreamt of caressing, sniffing, licking, fun slapping and biting a man’s butt cheeks. That’s what excited him. The word “peachy butt” always made him salivate. He wondered what it would taste like.
Jerry knows football like the back of his hand. As soon as he enrolls at University of Ottawa, in Canada’ capital, he attends the games and sometimes deplores the lack of strategic attack on the part of the Gee-Gees team. (The University of Ottawa colors are Garnet and Gray, hence the name Gee-Gees.) The team wastes no time in recruiting Jerry as an assistant coach. Bob, the regular coach, warns Jerry that sexual play sometimes happens in the locker room. “I’m not attracted to guys, but I thought you might like to know that quarterback Andrew enjoys getting fucked in the ass. As for William, he’s a big show-off in the locker room, walking around in a jockstrap to display his muscular body, his tight bulge and his striking hairy ass. I think he’s bisexual.”
With the little experience he has, Jerry puts Andrew in the “hungry ass” category, just like coach Benedict; they have a booty starving to be pounded. He considers himself “ass-hungry” in the sense that he his gormandizing for a full-course butt treat. Coach Bob mentioned William’s hairy ass and that already makes him salivate. He watches him parade in the locker-room and let’s a wandering hand rub against the furry offering. The first time, the reaction is a smile. The second time, it’s a moan of pleasure. The third time, Jerry manages to get a locker next to William, and undresses, keeping on just his Bike 10 gear and sneakers. William admires how hung the assistant coach is and how his ass is so damn peachy, with an arousing trace of hair in the crack. As soon as they are alone, Jerry nervously starts a discussion.
“Rumour as it that you are bisexual.”
“People can think what they want; it doesn’t bother me. Nice pouch, by the way!”
“You probably guessed that I’m gay”, replies Jerry while adjusting his jockstrap to display a mild hard-on. “I like guys with muscles and hair, especially on their ass. You embody my fetish.”
“Great. Right now, what you have in your jockstrap is what I want.”
“Thanks for the compliment. On my part, I would love to caress your ass, sniff it too.”
“I adore sucking a dick and you like to bury your face in a furry butt. We can have fun together.”
“When I engage in man-to-man pleasures, I prefer some privacy. Care to join me at my place?”
“I was wondering when you were going to pop up the invitation. It would be a pleasure to fool around with the hottest assistant coach I have ever met.”
As soon as William sets foot in Jerry’s shoe-box condo, he kisses him passionately on the lips. They sit on the leather coach to sip a glass of beer, to cuddle and caress. Jerry is delighted that his partner is so affectionate. Unlike Benedict, William doesn’t seem to just want a dick in his ass or mouth. This turns him on and his jockstrap swells like never before. Both Ottawa U students get almost completely naked, just keeping their Bike 10 on, continuing to explore their bodies. At one point, William can’t wait to suck 9 inches of cut meat and Jerry can’t resist shoving his face into a hot athletic ass.
They first position themselves for a 69. William is a pro in pumping man juice. He encourages Jerry to empty loads of creamy jizz in his mouth. “Tasting your cum makes me feel part of you. I enjoy getting fucked in the ass but I bound more intensely when I drink directly from the tap.” While getting sucked, Jerry caresses William’s ass, trying to sniff and bite it. As soon as the assistant coach has exploded, he asks his partner to lie on his stomach and to let him explore the magic of a firm hairy butt. He fun spanks Willam, pulls on the straps framing his awesome behind, kisses the two hemispheres, pinches and bites them, triggering moans of pleasure. Sniffing the crack intoxicates him.
Jerry has never gone that far in worshipping a man’s ass. William encourages him to stick his tongue inside. “Rim my yummy hole, taste my hairy rosebud!” The assistant coach doesn’t need to be begged; he explores the shit hole as if it were an inexhaustible source of gastronomic delight. The hairy surrounding, the musky scent, the spicy taste, the moans of pleasure, everything contributes to getting him hard again. He slurps the crack, spanks the butt cheeks, and tongue-twists his way deep inside. Jerry is ready to shoot another load of jizz. He moves around to cream William’s hole and to lick his own cum dripping from the divine hairy ass.
Is there a better definition of ass-hungry?
