---- LUSTY, HORNY & HUNG: SEXY EROTICISM ! --- Eli's Hot Training Session ! - (PART 1: Forbidden Encounters ! )

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

------- LUSTY, HORNY and HUNG: LUSTFUL EROTICISM ! - Eli's Hot Training Session ! ---- (Part 1 ----- FORBIDDEN PLEASURES ! )

Lusty, Horny & Hung men or "Lustful Innocence" (NOTE: THIS story is mostly from around 2009 with some parts written as far back as 2007.  It was technically the first ''gay sex'' story I ever wrote.  This was edited and revised during June of 2019).

 

 

 

My name is Eli and this is a story of my hot, gay sexy affair and how it happened to me my senior year of highschool. 

 

 

I was on the tennis team with a few of my other good buddies, Max and Bastion.  Bastion and I were very close our whole lives.  We were practically brothers.  We would visit the theater and play tennis together in our free time.  I truly loved and adored him like a brother. 

 

When he would stay the night at my house we would both sleep together in my bed and sometimes Bastion would sleep naked.  My room was in the basement so it was very dark and private down there with the lights off. 

 

However, I usually had strings of christmas lights lit, hanging from the ceiling to help with the ambience.  I would sometimes watch him sleep with his cute, handsome physique and gorgeous, plump ass.  He let me caress and stroke his big dick and ass sometimes.  It was pure heaven.  He had the cutest face and handsome lips. 

 

 

We kissed once while in my bed and he let me lick his tempting, sweet butthole and suck his dick, but afterwards Bastion told me he was straight. 

 

I tried to get him to suck me and lick my monster dick and let me fuck him but he refused.  He once told me I had a huge, gigantic dick, that it was very thick and long.  I cried for a long time in private afterwards about him not being sexually in love with me but I learned to get over it and move on. 

 

 

He was my first true love.

 

 I was never very interested in hanging out with girls my age.  I never really knew why then and it never really crossed my mind the reason why.  I had never thought of myself as being gay at the time.  Only sexually curious. 

 

 

But then again, there were those random nights of hot, sweaty masturbation, alone in my room, fantasizing about having sex with the tennis coach at school.  Stroking my large uncut dick in temptuous, unrevoked desire, pummeling my manhood and balls in a lusftul frenzy until cum overflowed in gushing splendour from my flitting tip. 

 

 

I wanted him to taste my cum and suck my big dick and then I do the same favor for him.  I wanted to lick and pound his beefy, manly ass.  Did all guys feel this way sometimes?  Yet, I wrote it off as some strange phase since life got in the way and I became too busy with work and school.

 


 
Our tennis coach was an extremely handsome, well-built fellow who was around the age 25.  He had the most beautiful tanned skin, dark blonde hair and enticing brown eyes. 

 

His facial features were pure bliss, perfection in every facet and detail.  Slightly pointed, handsome ears framing his magnificent jawline.  A ruggedly, masculine nose tilted ever so slightly at the end with lips that dripped in sexual desire, curved on the upper lip in a cute, pleasant fashion. 

 

 

I had always had strange feelings of some unknown longing within me for him anytime he was near me. His sweaty, rugged features that were always enticing, no matter how his hair clung to his head in beautiful disarray.  Those arms, that manly, chiseled chest and his beefy, handsome ass framing the entire ensemble beautifully.

 

Once, a while ago, during the beginning of the school term, he took off his sweaty shirt in front of the boys team during a particularly brutal, hot day and wiped himself with a cooling rag.  God!  His chest was absolute heaven to my eyes.  I stared with fierce, passionate eyes, burning forth on him in a dark, sexual lust that even I couldnt explain why I felt that way. 

 

 

He poured water down his head and on his chest in an alluring fashion and gazed over at my staring eyes.  Right there in the middle of the huddle I found myself staring at him out of the corner of my eyes while the other boys joked and talked around me, totally oblivious to the physical, godly perfection of the Coach's body. 

 

 

The world stopped for about 10 seconds as I stood staring forth in total enamored bliss.  I quickly glanced away and laughed at something one of my friends had said in a facade to try to not be obvious, even though Id heard nothing of what he said.

 

His handsome, rugged features and gorgeous, sexy body turned me on causing me to feel lusty, horny and hung. 

 

 

 

Some hot, dark nights in my room in the basement I would strip naked except for a pair of socks and bend my beefy, hot ass over to tease my sweaty, sexy butthole with my giant dildo that I kept hidden in my room.  Teasing my hole greedily in forbidden pleasure as I slapped the dildo against my hole before plunging it in deep and hard all the way to the hilt, pounding my ass while I stifled my groans and moans. 

 

 

 

My huge, uncut dick would slap up and down as I stroked it and lubed my thick shaft with my spewing, flowing precum that gushed forth from my big cocktip.  Exploding a gigantic load of cum all over my hands as I continued sliding the dildo deep into my ass, pretending like it was my tennis coach all the while.

 

 

 

'Yes dude.  Mmmm.... oh yeah fuck me so good.  Mmmm.... awhhh yeah!  Fucking pound my manhole. Yeahhh..'  Id play in my head over and over as I would pleasure myself into a sweaty, horny delirium, fantasizing about tonguefucking my coach's handsome, beefy butthole, dripping in sexual allure. 

 

 

Licking his gaping hole slow and fisting his ass all night long while I lick and suck his gigantic dick.  Drinking his cum that comes gushing forth from it.  Bending him over and pounding his sweaty ass, my big, hanging balls slapping against his asscheeks. 

Letting him release his warm cum deep inside me, filling me up with his vital manhood.  Those long, horny nights of masturbation, fantasizing about him and I having sex, were truly amazing and very hot.

 

 

Indeed there was something different and enamoring about this young man, the Coach.  His handsome and alluring face tempted me endlessly with his piercing and lusty eyes.  To everyone else he remained an enigma.

 

My story starts after I had already known him for a short while after I had joined the tennis team.  I had recently turned 18 in September of that year and I began to finally fill out in my facial structure and body features. 

 

 

I had tanned skin, from working outside often, with sparkling, crystal blue eyes that were piercing and innocent, and dark brown, almost black hair that was very thick and straight.  My nose was very cute and my lips perky and alluring, so that the girls in school termed me 'handsomely cute and wryly masculine'. 

I was fairly tall and thin, yet beefy and slightly muscular, my ass just starting to fill out in a gorgeous, alluring shape from my workouts and job that I now held after school. 

 

 

'Yes', I thought to myself, admiring myself in the mirror one night, 'Im finally beginning to become attractive.  Now maybe I'll find a girlfriend.' 

 

Or so I thought.  I was actually getting a hard-on from staring at myself in the mirror.  'That's odd.' I thought to myself, shrugging it off.

 

 

One afternoon after school, when all the team had left tennis practice, I stayed over to practice my routine with the Coach.  There was a triple serve that I was trying to perfect for the upcoming match with a rival school in the coming weeks.  I had practiced in dire earnest all day with no improvement in my skills.  No matter what I tried I could not master the serve.

 

"I cannot seem to understand how to perfect my serve.  I keep missing them."  I said in agitation as I wiped the sweat from my brow.  I took my cap off and ran a hand through my hair.  The sweat dripped from my temples and ran along my body.

 

 

"You're doing very well, Eli!  Don't worry about it, buddy.  You'll master the skill eventually."  Here he smiled at me in such a warm and affectionate manner that I turned red slightly and smiled back in reply. 

 

 

He stood staring at me for a moment and I ran a hand through my hair nervously.  He was always so passionate and caring with me and anytime he got near me his natural masculine, pleasant scent wafted over me in such a pleasing state. 

I found myself slowly, irrevocably falling in love with my tennis coach over time.  Why did I have feelings for him?  I often asked myself in the dead of night when all was silent and still. 

 

This day he walked over to me and said quietly and sultry with his deep, sexy tone, "May I show you a trick?"  I stared at him and nodded after a few moments, noticing I was becoming a little too obvious. 

 

 

He smiled a wry, slight grin and stepped over, standing behind me.  I felt his energy and warm body behind me.  He slowly reached around me and guided my dominant serving arm in a certain pose.  Then he shifted his other hand around the left side of my thigh.  His front of his crotch was now pressed directly firm on my ass. 

 

My gym shorts clung tightly to my warm and thick, hanging dick as I slowly started to feel an arousal start within me.

 

"Try holding your serving hand in this stance and your crouch more to the right and lower corner of the serving field.  You feel how that new pose helps to project your serve forth further into the playing field, Eli?  When you swing?"  I started panting in surprise and excitement as I nodded slightly. 

 

 

"Like this, Eli."  He said deeply alluring and sultry in my ear and his hand moved slowly further down my thigh towards my asscheeks.  I turned red and perspired even more than I already was.  In total arousal at this point I turned my sweaty head to turn to stare into his eyes which were near my left cheek.

 

Oceans of time seemed to stand still as the universe stopped for my coach and I.  I gazed forth into his eyes with such a fierce, passionate lust flashing forth. 

 

 

A curious and innocent longing for his unconditional love and my fantasies for his body wrecked havoc within my mind all at once.  Deeply and lovingly I stared at him and he stared back in return.  His eyes flared forth a dark, mysterious passion that never left my gaze, flaring forth a dark desire within me. 

 

His whole facial demeanor now altered and I saw a change come over his countenance.  A desirous countenance that craved for me in sexual lust and forbidden pleasure.

 

His hands around my thigh now moved down into my shorts and his large and long fingers slid between my sweaty asscheeks.  One of his fingers, presumably his middle finger, began flitting and toying with my virgin butthole.

 

 

  Oh the feelings I felt then at that very moment as I continued staring into his dark, alluring eyes of lust.  Suddenly, that finger plunged itself into my hole and I moaned aloud in pleasure and astonishment.  My dick went totally hard and stiff at this point as a small amount of precum started gushing from my tip.

 

I turned red and leaned over to kiss his lips slightly.  As I backed away from him, we met eyes again in a strange, unusual manner and he began to lean forward and lick my lips with his tongue.  Then we kissed again as his other hand plunged into my front of my shorts and started fondling my dick in a sensual manner, rubbing it vigorously. 

 

 

Oh how he toyed and played with my emotions at that point. 

 

I felt in total ecstasy and heaven at this point as his left hand was pummeling my virgin butthole with his manly, long fingers and his other hand rubbing my dick in  a glorious, horny fashion.  I spewed a small amount of cum out into his hand and he smiled as we kissed more passionately. 

 

 

Oh how I wanted to have him dominate me and I be the submissive one.  Be his little gay slut.  My former fantasies of him exploded and I desired to have him.  All of him to myself. 

I could imagine licking and sucking his grand, huge dick and plunging myself into his gorgeously, handsome butthole as his asscheeks slapped against my stomach in ferverish delight.  I had to have him.  All of him. 

 

 

At this point in our location, we were near the backside of the gym where no windows were and no one was out anywhere near us.  A field with forests lay behind us. 

 

 

Suddenly, as if remembering where we were, my coach stopped and backed away from me, wiping his lips and his hands on the grass that held my cum.  I gazed forth at him longingly with a desirous innocence and naive manner. 

 

 

I had to have more of him and as he stared back at me I knew he understood my thoughts.  Slowly, he held a finger to his lips in a shushing position and smiled ever so slightly.  I saw a little slip of pink paper fall to my feet and then he vanished around the corner of the school.

 

  I reached down to pick it up quickly and unwrapped it with trembling hands. 

 

"19823 Blairview Trl. -- meet me there in the garage." It read in smudged out red ink.  I gasped within myself in surprise.

 

 

'How long had he kept this wrote down?  It looked old.  And he lived only one neighborhood over from me across the lake?  Had he planned this meeting with me all along? 

 

Did he always desire me sexually?  Has he always wanted to do forbidden things with me but was just waiting till after I turned 18?  I have to find out.  God he's perfect.  Can't wait to have sex with him. 

 

Mmm... taste that erotic dick of his.  Feel him cumming deep within me, filling my virgin hole with his manhood.'  I thought to myself as I crumpled the note back up and pushed it deep into my pocket.  Leaving the back field of the school never felt more satisfying and pleasurable.

 

 

END OF PART I.

 

copyright 2009 Zelda Vaxandorf X.  All Rights Reserved.  Revised edit of this story was in 6/2019.


Submitted: July 16, 2021

© Copyright 2021 ZELDA VAXANDORF X. All rights reserved.

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Missink31

Wow.

Sat, July 17th, 2021 7:05am