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Subject: Gay Male / Adult Youth / Chase, the kid from the rest stop / Chapter 3 The usual disclaimer applies, this is just a fiction and does not relate to actual events or characters. I’m open to any feedback, advises, recommendations, but note that English is not my native language so please be kind to me ???? This story takes place in a fictive world STD free. In real life: please always protect yourselves, and each other’s. More chapter will follow but I’m slow in writing, I’m sorry if it takes too long to come. In the meantime, feel free to check my other story, Nicholas and friends Finally, please consider a donation to . We wouldn’t want the site to go down: fty/donate.html I hope you’ll enjoy Chase, the kid from the rest stop – Chapter 3 The bus ride to school and the whole morning passed quietly, mainly because 12-year-old Chase was sitting through class. He had tried his best to focus but the lessons were difficult and his cocklet had been hard the whole time. The small buttplug his dad’s Head Mechanic had shoved in his ass after having fucked him to keep his load inside kept a constant pressure on that special place inside his bum that never missed to make him feel warm and funny, and each time he shifted a bit on his seat he could feel it going a bit deeper or rub his now very sensitive ring – “It must be Jay’s load of cum in me penetrating through my inner skin and making me hairy”, thought naïve little Chase, overlooking the fact that he had been fucked harder than a Tijuana whore at the back of a dirty garage merely a couple of hours ago. “Jay is such a great friend; I’m learning so many things and new words with him!” Finally, the bell rang, and Chase was so happy this morning was over. He quickly ran to the boys’ toilets, needing to pee very badly and remembered only at the very last second that he didn’t know exactly what his bum stuffed with the buttplug looked like and he was a bit scared someone would notice him so he opted for the cubicle. When he was done, he tried to run outside to meet his friends but running was very difficult because of the plug and he ended up looking quite funny. Funny enough that Coach Berkant noticed something was up… Coach Berkant was an imposing man, and the only Turkish in the posh private high school where Chase was studying. At 35 years old, he had an impressive coaching career behind him and was known for pushing his athletes to their maximum, winning the school a well-deserved reputation for its sports achievements. Being a former Turkish wrestler himself, Coach Berkant was a bit of a brute with huge biceps and pecs, and impressive 8-pack abs. The polo he’s always wearing do a poor job of hiding the thick black hair spilling out the top (a fact that didn’t escape Chase’s otherwise very loose attention), his legs were very strong and also very hairy, and his two-days black beard and dark skin complexion compliments the image of a macho brute. Another thing that Chase had noticed is that Coach Berkant never seemed to be wearing any underwear as you could always see what seemed to be a quite impressive shlong flopping around in his shorts or sweatpants. Chase tried not to be judgmental of other cultures. Maybe they don’t wear underwear in Turkey? Chase was not really into sport and had very little interaction with the Coach though, so he was very surprised when he heard him call his name: – Jones! Come here for a sec – Good afternoon Coach Berkant. Is everything OK? Did I do something wrong? – You tell me Jones. Is something wrong? You seem to be walking funny – Oh… euh… no Coach I’m good, thanks for asking. – Did you twist a muscle? – Euh… yeah… that must be it (Chase was so proud of himself for reacting so fast!) – OK I’ll have a look into it – Oh no that’s not necessary Coach, really, I’m gonna be fine (shit shit shit, thought Chase) – Nonsense. Come to my office in 30 minutes. And don’t be late At that moment, Chase noticed that Coach was accompanied with another student named Jordan. – But Coach, how about my private lesson? – What about it? – But… I mean… We’re supposed to meet… you know… – We’ll have plenty of time to work on your weekly routine before that. Let’s go now. Chase, come with us, you’ll wait in the locker rooms while I work out with Jordan. – But… coach… – JORDAN ENOUGH! The two of you, come with me Chase couldn’t believe it! At 16-year-old, Jordan Keller was the star of the baseball team and, quite frankly, the star of the entire school. He was probably the most popular guy in the whole town and Chase absolutely idolized him. On top of being a very good athlete with amazing looks, he also had a girlfriend! Nonetheless than Kelly Hartmann, who was probably the most beautiful girl in school and rumour has it that they were already having sex. This was probably the most interactions the two ever had, and Chase guessed Jordan had absolutely no idea who he was (after all, he was 4 years older, that is a big deal), but being in the presence of both Coach Berkant and Jordan was enough to make him feel important. When they arrived in the locker rooms, Coach Berkant locked the door behind them and told Chase to wait there, then disappeared in his office with Jordan. As we said, Chase was not really into sports, but he really liked the locker rooms. It smelled really manly, a mixture of sweat and Reflex Spray that the athletes use on their sore muscles. He explored a little bit but got quickly bored and decided to sit on the bench just in front of the coach’s office door to be sure not to miss Jordan and started playing with his phone. The locker room was really quiet and not a sound could be heard. Except… a sudden loud BAM echoed from inside the office that really scared Chase. Then nothing anymore, so Chase resumed his game. Then again. BAM. Then, a few seconds later, more bams, but quieter this time. Quieter but repetitive. Very rhythmic. Bam bam bam bam… Chase got very curious and wondered about what Coach had referred to as “Jordan’s weekly routine”. It was probably something very secret. Maybe even the reason of Jordan’s success!! Chase wanted so desperately to be friend with Jordan. Very quietly, he moved the bench slightly closer to the door and used another chair on top so he could see inside Coach’s office through the window above the door. He was going to try to figure out Jordan’s weekly routine and see if he could apply it to himself. What he saw was not at all what he had expected. He was actually very confused and what he was seeing was too much for Chase’s not very smart brain to understand, although he tried very hard. Jordan seemed to be lying on his back on the coach’s desk. At least, Chase thought so because he couldn’t see the teenager’s face or chest. He could only see a pair of blond-haired legs that he knew were Jordan’s because of his white Nike Alpha Huarache Elite 3 Mid baseball shoes with the blue swoosh and the gold line above the sole. It seemed to be the only clothes Jordan was wearing, as his blue-and-white striped baseball pants and white jersey were discarded izmit escort on the floor. Coach Berkant was standing in front of his desk between Jordan’s legs, facing away from Chase. He was still wearing his white polo and his sneakers, but his shorts had fallen mid-thighs, exposing his hairy very muscular ass. He was propped with both hands on his desk at a 45° angle, his upper body above Jordan’s. The teenager’s legs were maintained wide opened on each side of Coach Berkant’s shoulders by the coach’s muscular arms, his Niked feet high in the air. Chase had never seen a grown up’s ass before and Coach Berkant’s was a bit hairy so he just couldn’t look away and kept staring as the coach’s ass cheeks kept flexing, as if he was thrusting something into Jordan. With each thrust of the coach into the hot teenager, the desk kept slamming on the wall. Bam bam bam. As he was much closer than before, he could now also hear the coach’s deep voice grunting with each thrust and Jordan slightly moaning – Bam bam bam bam – Han han han han – Ohh ohh ohh ohh, give it to me Coach That was it! Chase understood it all! Surely Coach Berkant was helping Jordan being an even better athlete the same way Jay helped him be hairier: by sharing his DNA! Coach Berkant sure was a strong and beefy man so he was certain it could only help the growing teenager! Chase was not sure this was all perfectly fair for the other teams but hey, it was not his school’s fault if they had such a strong Coach willing to be so implicated personally to help his athletes succeed! Yes, it was all clear now, Jordan had said it: “give it to me Coach” Chase watched a bit longer, feeling his own cocklet becoming very stiff, when suddenly Coach Berkant started thrusting even harder and deeper into Jordan before freezing, his asscheeks spasming, grunting like an animal: – Bam BAM BAAAAM – Han han haaaaaaaaaaaaaan – Oh Coach, oh Coach, oh Coaaaaach Then it all became very still and Chase suspected the weekly routine of his idol was over and, very quietly, not wanting to get caught, he rearranged the chair and the bench the same way it was before and sat in front of the door, patiently waiting. When the door finally opened, Jordan came out of the Coach’s office dressed only in his baseball pants, shirtless, his white jersey in hands. His blond hair was a mess and his cheeks flushed from the physical exercise, and his muscular torso, entirely hairless except for a blond happy trail going from his navel down to somewhere under his pants, glistening with sweat. Chase was mesmerized by his idol’s all-American look: square jaws, perfect white teeth, broad shoulders, large pecs gemmed by two large brown nipples, slim waist, six-packs abs, and huge biceps. “No doubt”, thought naïve little Chase, “the weekly routine imposed by Coach Berkant is definitely working!” – Hey tiger, you have a session with Coach B? – Euh… yes, answered Chase timidly, not believing his luck that his idol was talking to him! – Don’t worry, Coach B is an awesome coach. Just listen to his advices and you might become as strong as me one day. – I will Jordan! It would be so awesome to become as strong as you Jordan – Haha. Thanks, tiger. Coach B’s private session are very exclusive so if he accepts to train you, you won’t be able to talk about it to anyone. Except I’m already part of his exclusive group so anything you need, just come to me. All right? I’ll help you as best as I can personally – Woaw that would be so awesome Jordan!! Thank you so much – Anytime. All right got to go take a shower. See you later, tiger With that, Jordan tousled Chase’s blond hair and left. Chase couldn’t believe his luck: he was sure he had become friend with Jordan Keller!!! He made a mental note to remember Jordan seemed to like fruits and to bring him some if he had the opportunity, as he heard him mumbling to himself something like “fuck the kid is cute, I wonder if he’s still cherry. Even if he is, he probably won’t be any longer when he leaves Coach B’s office. Coach B is so lucky if he pops his cherry. Wish I could take his cherry myself”. Lots of cherries… Maybe they had especially high vitamins content? Chase was taken out of his reverie by the deep voice of Coach Berkant calling him: – Jones, come on in and lock the door behind you. All right let’s see what’s happening here, take you clothes off, you can keep your underwear and socks, and hop on the desk. Chase was very nervous as he suddenly remembered why he was here and that he still had Jay’s buttplug in his ass. Hopefully he had been asked to keep his underwear so maybe Coach wouldn’t notice… He also remembered what Jordan had told him and he was determined to make it to the exclusive club of the Coach’s apprentices so he could become closer to his idol, so he did as he was told, removed his school uniform, exposing his lean pale body and his tight Spiderman underwear, and hopped on the Coach’s desk. Chase realized he was at the exact same spot where Jordan had been laying just a few minutes ago and he noticed the desk was still damp with his sweat. When he looked up, Coach Berkant couldn’t help but noticing that the kid was much cuter than he had expected. He usually liked his boys older and his position as revered Coach gave him plenty of opportunities to fuck horny teenagers so full of testosterone they were happily offering their jock asses to the meaty weapon of the hairy man they regarded as a God. But looking at half naked Chase in just his underwear and white ankle socks was enough to make his thick cock grow again in his shorts, despite having just shot a massive load in his favourite, otherwise very straight, student. – This is going to be funnier than expected, thought the Turkish Coach. All right Jones lay down on your back on the desk There was something in the Coach’s voice that was very commanding and if Chase had any reservations, he knew that as of that moment, he would do anything the Coach asked of him. Chase rested his back on the desk, and the thought that he was now in the very same position Jordan had been, laying in his idol’s sweat, was making his little cocklet really hard. He hoped the Coach wouldn’t notice! Coach Berkant took hold of the kids’ legs and started feeling them, massaging the developing muscles of his calves and thighs. Chase’s cock was not really big, but his underwear was probably a size too small, so his erection was clearly creating a tent just above Spiderman’s face that the experienced man didn’t miss. Realizing this seemed to make the kid horny, he decided to push his luck and see where this would lead and kept massaging Chase’s thighs higher and higher, his strong thumbs now going under the underwear, closer and closer to Chase’s small nutsack, making the kid moan slightly. – Your legs seem ok, they could use some more muscles but no twisted muscle here. Sometimes it’s a bit higher, somewhere between your thighs and your hips. Please grab your ankles and pull your legs back to expose that specific area, can you do that for me Jones? – Euh… yes Coach kadıköy escort sure… if you think that’s necessary – Good boy, now I’ll kneel to have a better view – Ooookayyyy Coach, replied a now very horny and unsure Chase Coach Berkant kept massaging the kids legs but of course, his gaze was entirely focus on where he knew Chase’s tight hole was concealed, his rough and calloused hands scraping the smooth skin of the 12 year-old’s legs, massaging the tender mounds of flesh of his ass through the blue cotton, spreading his cheeks slightly, before allowing his thick thumbs back under the elastic bands of Chase’s underwear, just on top of legs, rubbing Chase’s perineum. Chase was lost in his own world, pulling his legs back as far as he could, completely forgetting where he was and what was happening. All he could think of was that he was drenching his back on his idol’s sweat, enjoy the touch of the hunky Turkish Coach, feeling his warm breathing on his inner thighs. Each time Coach Berkant massaged his asscheeks, de facto spreading them before closing them again, his little buttplug kept rubbing on that special place inside of him, which caused him to moan slightly. Suddenly, he could feel the Coach’s hand stop and his deep masculine voice shouting at once, which caused naïve little Chase to freeze… – What the fuck is this????, asked Coach Berkant as he finally dared approaching his winking target with both thumbs under the young teenager’s underwear, only to feel something was already stuffed there, blocking the passage – Aaahhh Coach… that’s… nothing… euh… nothing Coach – I’m trying to make sure you’re all right Jones, this doesn’t feel like nothing to me. Let me see Once again, Coach Berkant’s commanding voice left no place for an answer, his left hand holding both legs of poor little Chase high in the air by his socked ankles while his right hand pulled Spiderman up, removing the blue underwear, and exposing a very hard twitching cocklet and black piece of plastic emerging from between the kid’s butt cheeks. – Well well well… What do we have here? It looks like I found the reason of you walking funny, Jones… – That’s… euh… – So, you’ve been playing with your ass lately? – That’s… euh… no Coach it’s not like that – There’s no need denying Jones: you have a fucking buttplug in your ass!! Care to explain? Chase was now very embarrassed as he had promised Jay not to say a word to anyone. But this was probably his only chance to be accepted in the Coach’s exclusive club, which would grant him access to his idol, Jordan Keller! He had to think quick quick quick, he had proved so many times in the past he could do it! – Coach I… I promised – And I like people who can keep their promises. Tell me only what you can – I… You see… I would reaaaaally like to become …like… hairy one day and… well, I don’t have hair yet and… well, you see… there’s like this friend and… he’s like very hairy and he promised to… like, help me out with that – How so? – Well, he told me all about the DNA stuff and how it can help me if I could get DNA of hairy men and he… well, he’s like a very good friend and he agreed to… like… let me have his DNA Coach Berkant couldn’t believe what he heard. The kid was by far the hottest kid he had ever seen, but clearly not the smartest… Looking down below him, he could see Chase on his back on his desk, still holding his legs pulled back as he was ordered to, with the black plug sticking out of his perfect white ass. He took hold of the plug and started pushing it deeper in Chase’s ass. Then letting it slip slightly out. Then back in. Then out. Slowly fucking the kid with his plug – I see. And where does your friend inject his DNA? – Ahhhhh… Well, at the beginning I was going to drink it but then ahhhhh he told me it would be even more efficient if his DNA was injected ahhhhhhh directly… like… into my bum, Coach – And how does he do that? – Ahhhhh He…. Ahhhhh told me all about it Coach… That my ahhhhh bum becomes a boypussy when it’s about to ahhhhh be fucked by a real man’s cock and when he aaaaah fucks me long enough then he ahahhhhh shoots his DNA in my guts and it ahhh penetrates from there – “Fuck this guy is a genius”, thought the now very horny and hard Turkish Coach, fucking the kid’s ass with the plug a bit faster. And what’s the story with the plug? – Ahhh we… ahhh, only started yesterday but this ahhhhh morning I was very disappointed not to see any hair yet so AHHHHH he told me it needed more injections and he agreed to AAAAAH COACH! fuck me this morning before leaving for school and he gave me this present to make sure his load would stay in me all day and give it more time to penetrate ahhhh – I understand better now Jones. OK keep holding your legs like that and tell me what you think about this In one swift movement, Coach Berkant removed his famous white polo revealing an incredible upper body: incredibly broad shoulders, huge biceps, large bulging pecs topped by two large brown nipples, eight pack abs and very cut obliques, the tanned skinned complexion of his Turkish genes accentuated by a furry mat of dark curly hair on his broad pecs, descending into a large happy trail down to his now bulging shorts, hairier from his belly button down. The man was definitely a hunk! – Like what you see Jones? – …, Chase, in awe, eyes glued on the hairy chest in front of him, his tiny pink mouth open, could only nod – Yeah, I can see that. You’re really into hairy men, right Jones? – …, another nod from naïve little Chase – Do you really want my help, Jones? – …, yet another nod – OK then get ready for you second hairy DNA injection of the day. Chase couldn’t believe his luck! On the same day, he had managed to receive DNA from his hairy mechanics friend Jay, get closer to Jordan Keller, be accepted in the very exclusive and secret group of Coach Berkant’s special students, AND he had found a second supply source of hairy DNA!! He was so clever sometimes… When the Coach pulled his shorts down, Chase got extremely nervous though. The Coach’s cock was so incredibly thick and veiny and brown, spurting out of a thick bush of dark hair. Chase wasn’t sure he could take it, but then he remembered this very same cock had been in Jordan Keller’s ass just a few minutes ago and it made him even more willing to accept whatever was gonna happen. Bravely, he took hold of both socked ankles with his small hands and pulled his legs back, opening them widely, exposing his recently fucked little hole, some of Jay’s cum leaking down his white cheeks. Coach B couldn’t wait any longer and aligned his now dripping cock, still slick from the hard fuck he just delivered his star baseball player, with Chase’s hole, wondering as well if the kid was gonna be able to take it, and hoping that the plug that had rested there all morning would help. Then realized kahramanmaraş escort he couldn’t’ care less actually: he was gonna fuck this kid anyway, he was way too far gone to stop now. As soon as his slick cockhead touched the tight ring, he felt it opening up like a flower, accepting the thick invasion – Fuck you’re a natural, kid. I can feel your hole swallowing my cock like a vacuum. I hope you’re ready for it, `cause if you want my Turkish DNA, I’ll have to fuck you real hard Chase’s breath got stuck in his throat as he could feel more and more of the very thick piece of meat penetrating his ass inch after inch. It was probably even thicker than Jay’s beer can-thick pole and it started to hurt a bit. Hopefully, it soon reached the pool of spent cum in Chase’s guts and when the Coach pulled out slightly, he took some of the mechanics’ cum with him, lubricating his cock and Chase’s assring before pushing his cock forward again. Slowly but steadily. In and out. Coach B’s gaze was focused on the impossibly tight hole, his fat cock looking even darker and thicker planted between the small and pale ass of the twelve-year old student laying down in front of him. Having already spent the whole morning with the buttplug playing with his small unaccustomed inner button, Chase felt he was already close to feeling “the funny feeling” again. Coach B having never fucked any student this young was completely unaware of this fact and kept slowly fucking the young boy, deeper with every thrust repeatedly teasing the kid’s prostate, making him moan louder and louder. – Arg Coach… Coach… Making my boypussy feel so good… Arggg you’re gonna make me feeling funny very soon Coach… Arrgggg so good, give me your hairy DNA Coach pleaaaaaaase – Fuck Kid you sure know how to talk to a man. Wanna know what it feels like to get fucked by a real man? Get ready kid `cause here I come Coach B grabbed Chase’s small waist with both calloused hands and pulled him while thrusting his hips forward, impaling the kid ballsdeep on his thick Turkish horsecock. Chase could feel at once the 9 inches of meat forcing their way in, the fat head brushing his small prostate, the thick bush of pubes on his scrotum, and a heavy sack of hairy balls resting on him. He suddenly felt so full, and this proved too much for the inexperienced Chase who, remember, only took his very first cock barely 24 hours earlier. He started moaning with his high-pitched voice and convulsing, his assring spasming on the thick Turkish meat buried in his ass. – OOOOOOOOOH COACH FEELS SO GOOOOOOOD. I got the funny feeling again Coach… So big…. So deep… so full… ahhhh feels so good Coach please don’t stop…. Ahhhhh Fuck my boypussy Coach, give me your DNA…. Hairy Turkish DNA in my boypussy Coach pleaaaaaaase Watching the hot 12-year-old boy naked on his desk, legs wide open high in the air, an incredibly fat cock buried ballsdeep in his perfect ass, was one a hell of a hot view. But hearing the kid beg for more while dry orgasming, making the already tight hole twitch on his hard cock, sent Coach B into overdrive. Grabbing the desk with both hands for leverage, his weight crushing Chase who was still holding his legs, folded in two, the hunky man started fucking little Chase with long and deep strokes like there was no tomorrow, bottoming out with every thrust, sending his Turkish cock as far as he could go in his young student’s bowels. This new position had brought the older man’s body closer to Chase and because of the height difference, Chase’s flushed face was now very close to the Coach’s muscular chest. When he opened his eyes, he could see the hairy chest of the older man that was fucking him, a mat of dark curly hair. He could see the gold chain of the Coach swinging from his neck. When he twisted his head slightly to the right, he could burry his cute little button nose in the Coach’s damp hairy armpits, smelling of sweat and strong manly scent. His legs now help in lace by the coach’s strong arms, Chase took the opportunity to use his small hands to explore the furry chest and armpits, feeling the softness of the curly hair, but also its dampness, bringing his small fingers back to his nose to smell the strong musk. Chase felt like his dry orgasm never stopped. He kept moaning, mumbling incoherent words, urging the older man to fuck him. Not that he needed any encouragement. The Coach kept fucking the sore ass like a madman, feeling its tightness as his thick cock opened up that hole. – Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Coach… Feels so good. Your mancock in my boypussy… Fuck me Coach, harder… deeper… feeling so full… your hairy DNA deep in my pussy Coach!!!! – Fuck yeah little slut take it, fucking take my cock bitch. You like that, right kid? Like how my mancock feels in your tight little hole? – Ah Ah Ah Yes Coach! Please! – That’s it, pretty rich white boy begging for my Turkish dark meat. Just like so many other students in this school. Born to serve alpha male like me. Sensing that the blond kid could take it after all, the extremely horny Coach started thrusting twice as hard and he had to hold naïve little Chase to prevent him for flying off the desk, propelled by the force of his thrust. He could feel the kid’s smooth and delicate pale skin, which contrasted with his dark and furry body. Coach B was now fucking Chase so hard that the desk started slamming on the wall once again, and Chase could hear the same sound than earlier. Bam Bam Bam Bam He now knew for sure he was in the exact same position, experiencing the exact same routine than his idol, Jordan Keller. It made him feel so proud to be able to take as well as Jordan, and even hornier to know that the cock that was fucking was in the start baseball athlete just few minutes ago. – Bam bam bam bam – Han han han han. Fuck you’re such a good slut – Ohh ohh ohh ohh, give it to me Coach – Bam BAM BAAAAM – Han han haaaaaaaaaaaaaan – Oh Coach, oh Coach, oh Coaaaaach – Take it kid, fucking take my fucking load HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN Despite having just cum, Coach B shot a massive load of thick white cum as deep as he could in the well-fucked young ass, breeding him with his Turkish and hairy DNA. – Holy shit Jones! That was intense – I… Euh… I guess yeas – I can tell you’re really into this, right? Getting fucked I mean. And that it’ not only about the DNA bullshit – I… Euh… – That’s ok Jones, no need to answer that. Go taker a shower now, I’ll see when I can train you and will let you know your new routine schedule – Really??? Wow that’s so cool Coach B! Thanks, soooo much! – You can leave now Chase barely took the time to grab his discarded uniform to exit the Coach’s office and take a shower. As soon as he re-entered the locker room, he was faced with a stark-naked and wet Jordan Keller! Of course: Jordan was also going to take a shower and he probably was just done, towelling himself. Before running towards the showerheads, Chase caught a glimpse of Jordan’s definitely pump 16-year-old cock. Yes!!!! He did have pubes!!! And hairy legs too! Jordan’s hairs were blond, but it was the proof that his routine was working!! Before starting the shower, he could clearly hear Jordan tell him “welcome to the team, little buddy!”, then quieter “definitely not cherry anymore” Jordan was so dedicated to his diet….

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