Boys Will Be Boys - Their First Time by Mickey Erlach Read Free Book Online Page B

fuckin g the air with an animal lust. The sheets behind me creeping into the crack of my ass, the ones before me encapsulating my dick like a French whore. My moaning and groaning interrupted only by one word – a mantra of sorts. “ C oach ” “ P lease , C oach , ” “ U gh , coach! ”
    I went over the edge bucking the sheets and biting, crying into my pillow. I came with a vengeance, crying out loudly, the white-hot slag pulsing out of my dick, into the bed sheets and soaking my belly. “ Fuck yeah! Take that you fuckin ’ dickhead , ” “ Jesus H Christ! I yes, I cum fuck! F uck yeah, please I need it! ” “ I need you! ”
    My heart was racing, trying to keep up with me , and I ’ m sure that if someone was around to take my blood pressure, I would have blown the circuits in the machine. Holy shit! That felt good! I got up and blindly sopped up the majority of my sp l ooge with a towel and trudged to the living room with a blanket and my alarm clock in tow. I slept soundly for the rest of the night.
    I woke up refreshed and revitalized, drank me a quick cup of brew and tore the sheets off my bed , starchy pile that they were, s tacking them in my hamper along with assorted underwear, socks and shirts. I took a fresh set of sheets out and proceeded to make my bed. Damn, I was in a good mood. I couldn ’ t just waste away such a beautiful day. I called my friend, Ken, and set up at time to meet with h i m for lunch. After dropping my laundry off at my favorite cleaners and doing some shopping, I made my way to Barney ’ s , our local eatery.
    Ken knew me like the back of his hand , and it didn ’ t take him long to fi g ure out that something was up. After grilling me for about a half hour, I finally relented and told him my story.
    “ I don ’ t know what kinda spell this guy has over me , but my dick gets half-hard just having him around me. ” Ken didn ’ t offer any suggestions . H e wasn ’ t big on offering suggestions , but he was a great sounding board, letting me go on un til I was empty. Afterward, I felt ashamed and excused myself curtly . After all, I had an appointment to keep.
    After picking up the two loads of laundry, I arrived early. As I was pulling into the parking lot, I found him there, eyeing his pocket watch. I jumped out of the car, grabbing the laundry and shuffled toward him, shyly watching the sidewalk as I came up to him. With a grunt , he directed me to get into his car saying we had somewhere to go and didn ’ t have much time. I don ’ t think I looked at him at all until we came to a stop in front of a barbershop that looked out of place in the middle of this stretch of high-rises. The sign outside read “ Buzz cuts $15.00 . ” I looked over at him , and he pointed his eyes at the sign then back to my eyes again. Once more , a small whimper escaped my throat.
    As we entered the shop , the barber knowingly acknowledged C oach and finished with his client. After the last customer left, he stepped behind him to lock the door and turn the open sign to close . The barber and C oach both led me to a chair without saying a word. C oach told the barber to crop the sides as usual but leave a little length on top. He added , “ N ot so much that I can ’ t see him sweat . ”
    Little did he know that I was s weating like a pig under the rubberized cape that thankfully hid my full-blown boner. Coach told me, “ You are to look into my eyes the entire time, boy . ”
    I did as he said, his eyes burning into my soul. My dick twitching and leaking under the cape as the barber shaved my head. The clippers found every erotic nerve on my head. Coach grabbed a handful of my crotch through the material as he looked at me , and I him . H e started massaging roughly and continued staring right through me.
    He said, “ I know what you did last night, I ’ ll always know . ” His gripped tightened catching my entire kit as he continued, “ I ’ m gonna let it go this time, but from