What was it about that time, the summer of 2001?  It felt like everything was ahead of us, like nothing could go wrong.

This is Chris Klein, by the way.  Remember me?  American Pie?  Election?  I know I’ve been off the radar recently, but there was a time where it seemed like everybody knew who I was, where I looked forward to a whole career of playing the naïve, hunky jock with a heart of gold.

But it didn’t work out that way.  Somehow, in the years between in the early aughts and now, it all turned to crap.

But back then, that summer, it was golden.  And for some reason, one experience stands out.  I’d never done anything like it before and I’ve never done anything like it since, but it happened, and I’m not ashamed to say that it was beautiful.

We’d wrapped up principle photography on American Pie 2 a few months earlier.  I was preparing for a role on We Were Soldiers, my first period movie and my first “adult” part.  On top of that, I’d gotten paid more from American Pie 2 than I’d ever been paid before.

I was meeting with my agent in New York City, going over a few of the hundreds of scripts that I was being asked to consider every month.  My cell phone rang and it was Seann – Seann William Scott, that is, though you might know him as Stifler.

Funny enough, back then a lot of us called him Stifler, too.  He was so much like his on-screen persona that it was nearly impossible to tell where he ended and the character began.  Seann didn’t mind it either.  I think he was proud.

“Hey, fuckface, how’s it going?” he asked me.

“Hey, Seann.  Not too bad,” I said.

“Well dude, I’m about to make your day a whole lot better.  Heard you were in town so I set up a little date for us.  You ready for this?”  I sighed.  I really wasn’t in the mood for Stifler antics.

“What is it…”

“Twins, dude.  Sheila and Tonia.  Can you fucking believe it?”  He guffawed – I had to hold the phone away from my ear.  My agent gave me a sideways look.

“Seann, I…man, I don’t think I’m up for a date tonight…”

“I’m gonna pretend that I didn’t just hear that.”

“Man, I got this thing going on with Katie right now…”  Katie Holmes and I had been dating for a few months at that point, and it was starting to feel serious.

“Katie?  Really?  Twins, dude.  I can’t believe I’m even having this conversation.  Fine, be a disgrace to men everywhere.”

“Aw, c’mon Seann, I mean, I don’t know…”

“Just do me a favor:  pull your panties out of your crack and get the fuck over here.”

***

I figured I’d just hang out with Seann long enough to get him off my back.  He opened the door to his apartment wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.  Seann and I worked out together whenever we could and we were both in the best shape of our lives.  He was thicker than me, but it worked on him.  Me, I was lean and tight – all American.

“What up, fucker!” he said as we slapped palms.  “For the love of god tell me you came to your senses on the way over here.”

“Seann, I appreciate that you set it up but Katie…”

“Did you suddenly sprout a vagina where your dick used to be?  These twins are fucking hot, man, and they want to fuck our brains out.”  I followed him into the kitchen where he pulled out a bottle of whiskey.  “Here, do a shot.”

“No thanks, it’s kind of early in the day.”  Seann stopped.  He sniffed at the air.

“What is that smell?  Oh I know – it’s pussy.  And it’s coming from your pants.  Now shut the fuck up and do a shot with me.”  He handed one to me and I downed it.  I felt it warming my stomach, then my whole body, making everything feel better.  I set down my glass and held it toward him for another.  Seann gave me a wink and started pouring.

“One of the main tenets of dudehood is that twins trump everything.  It’s like, sacred.”

I took a deep breath.  Seann handed me the shot, and I downed it.  “When are we meeting them?”

“That’s my man,” Seann said, clapping me on the shoulder, fixing me with his jack-ass grin.  “In two hours.  Just enough time to grab a shower and a few more drinks.”

Seann rarely talked about anything other than sex.  He stripped off his shorts in preparation for his shower and was standing there, naked, when he got on the subject of the twins.  He was talking about how the one had tits so firm they were like rocket ships, and he started chubbing up.

I’d seen Seann naked in the gym before, so I wasn’t weirded out about that.  But watching his thick dick get bigger – well, it was kinda strange.  I wasn’t embarrassed exactly, but I guess I couldn’t hide my weirdness cause Seann looked down and acknowledged it.

“Gonna pop one off in the shower, may as well get started now,” he said.

“Are you?”

“Damn right, bro – can’t go out with a loaded gun.”  He put his hand on his hip.  His cock was nice, I guess – he had a nice set of smooth nuts – and for some reason I started getting horny.  I think it was the proximity effect – like how when somebody yawns, you yawn too.  I started to get hard.

“Yeah, maybe I’ll do the same when I take a shower,” I said.

“Why wait, bro?  I got some fucking awesome porn the other day – c’mere.”  He motioned for me to follow him down the hall.  Seann had a real bubble butt.  It was firm from working out, like mine, and it even sort of bounced as he walked, like his half-hard cock was bouncing on the other side of him.  We went into his bedroom and he pulled a bag out from under his bed.  He handed me a DVD:  Shaved Asians 3.

“Those Asian chicks are fucking nasty, dude.”  He pointed out the DVD player.  “Enjoy,” he said with a wink.  I heard the shower start as I popped in the DVD and sat back on his bed to watch.  I remember feeling so horny, hornier than I’d felt in a while, but for some reason I didn’t want to cum right away.  I kept holding it off, knowing that Seann was going to be done soon but not really caring.

I heard the shower turn off and then Seann walked into the room.  He was toweling off his hair and his cock still looked chubbed.  My cock was fully hard but I hadn’t taken it out of my pants, and I had the feeling he hadn’t blown, either.  “Still enjoying our friends from the Orient?” he said, plopping next to me on the bed.  “Dude, look at your cock,” he said, unabashedly staring at the rod in my jeans.

“What?” I said.

“Fuck, I knew it was big but I had no idea.  That’s a deadly fucking weapon.”

“It’s not that big,” I said.

“The fuck it isn’t.  Take it out.”  I took it out.  Seann’s eyes were popping out of his head.  “That’s the fucking Empire State Building of cocks.”  He turned his attention to the porn.  Soon we were both stroking.  “Dude,” he said, like he’d just remembered something.  “Did I show what I picked up a few months ago?”  He reached under his bed and, to my amazement, pulled out a translucent green dildo.  “For Road Trip.  I had to do that seen where my character gets fingered till he cums.”

“Yeah, that was funny,” I said, lamely.

“Well, I wanted to get the facial expression right.  So I picked up this little beauty from the porno store.”

“You…used it?”

“Came like a motherfucker, dude.”  He held it in one hand and stroked himself with the other.  My cock was so hard.  “Come to think of it, it’s not much bigger than yours,” he said, holding it next to my cock.  I told my hand away and Seann grabbed it, holding my cock and his dildo next to one another in his hand.  “Check it out, same size exactly.”

“Wow,” I said.

“Dude, you could just pump yourself off in my ass if you wanted.”

“What?”

“Why not, right?”  Seann had this eager look I was familiar with, the look he got when he had a really great idea.  “You need to cum, so do I.  You can just fuck me till we both cum.”

“Really?  I mean, that’s kind of…serious.”

“Serious?  Dude, where is your sense of adventure?  I’m offering up a prime piece of ass here – virgin ass, if you want to get technical.  Talk about a sacred guy rule – nobody passes up fucking a virgin.”

“You really want me to…fuck you in the ass?”

“Geez, man, how else can I say it?” he said.  “Yeah, I want you to fuck me in the ass.”  He hopped up on all fours on the bed, spreading his ass out before me.  “Just start with your fingers, it kinda hurts at first.  There’s some lube in the bag under the bed.”

I couldn’t believe it was happening, but at the same time I was unsurprised.  Seann was really the type of guy who is up for anything.  I figured I could at least slide a finger into him and see where it went.  So I lubed one up and went for it.  His hole was pink and clean and super tight.  It went in really easy, and Seann was groaning, his cock still hard.  He asked me to put a second finger in him, then a third, and his moans only got louder with each one.

“Alright bro, I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure.  Just make sure your cock is really lubed up and slide it in slow.  It’s gonna be fucking sweet.”  I got behind him, lubed up my cock, and pointed it at his opened hole.  I held on to his hips and watched as my fat cock head flattened against his anus, then popped inside.  Seann whimpered a little “Oh, yeah.”  I slowly slid more of myself in him and he seemed fine, so I kept doing it.

“Okay, I’m all the way inside you,” I said.

“So fuck.  Go for it, bro.”  As weird as it was for me, once I got going it felt completely right.  I backed out, watching my cock appear from his depths.  Then I slid it back in, Seann grunting with pleasure as I was enveloped by his clean, smooth ass.  It felt just about as good as anything I’d ever fucked.

“Jesus, Chris, you fuck like my grandma.  Go to town on me, dude, what are you waiting for?”  I did my best.  I held him steady and rocked my hips, flexing my abs as I pumped his ass.  I took a chance and slammed into him really hard and fast, and Seann moaned like a girl.  So I kept doing that, harder and harder.  I could hear his cock slapping against his stomach, I think he was just as hard as I was.

“That’s it man, fuck my ass,” Seann said, keeping up a constant stream of encouragement and demands.  “Harder, make me feel it.”  I fucked him harder, harder than I’d ever fucked anyone, and Seann gave it right back to me.  It felt like I could never fuck him hard or deep enough.  I liked that.  I liked it so much that I felt like I was going to cum, and I told him.

“Jesus, dude, it’s only been a few minutes.  Can’t you make it last?”  I tried slowing down.  I fucked him real sweet, holding on to his body, sliding out of him slowly and shoving it back in.  But it was no use.  Within a few minutes I could feel myself losing it.

“I gotta cum, Seann.  I’m cumming.”

“Alright, bro, cum for me.  Cum in my tight little ass.”  That’s what I did.  I rammed it into him deep and held on to him for dear life as I lost my load.  Seann’s hole tightened around my cock and I figured he was cumming, too.  My mind entered some distant place or state, something like nirvana.  I felt so connected to him at that moment, maybe closer than I’d ever felt to anybody.

When we were done I slid down on my side.  I wanted to lie there like that, holding him, but Seann hopped up.

“Dude, we gotta meet those twins in less than an hour,” he said, picking up his towel and using it to wipe the cum and lube from his ass.  I watched him spray cologne on himself.  I stared at the ceiling.

“That was amazing,” I said.  Seann raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t go fagging out on me, Chris,” he said.

“You didn’t like it?” I said, sitting up.

“It was good enough, man, but you gotta keep your eyes on the prize.  Twins, bro.  Twins.”

He was so blasé, while I felt completely changed.  And in a way, nothing was ever the same.  I had a hard time being normal around Seann.  When I’d try to talk about what happened he’d get uncomfortable and change the subject.  He’d say I was acting like a chick, but I couldn’t help it.  What we’d shared had felt so real.  I couldn’t go back.

Somehow the image of those Towers falling a few months later clinched it in my mind.  Everything had peaked, the golden age had passed by without us even realizing it.

I started drinking more, for a while with Natasha Lyonne, who’d been in the American Pie movies too.  But she started going off the rails and before I knew it I was, too.  I got some DUI’s, did a couple stints in rehab.  I still get film roles but they’re nothing like what I used to get offered.

I try to live in the present but sometimes I can’t shake it, the memory of what it was like.  I think about that summer, that afternoon with Seann, where everything seemed possible but nothing was what it seemed.

The Pittsburgh Steelers had just won the fucking Super Bowl…

… and by a set of improbable and head-reeling circumstances I found myself in a hotel convention room surrounded by the Pittsburgh Steelers themselves, mingling with an unimaginably thrilled and downright insane mix of coaches, wives, owners and fans.

The after party was in full swing. Rivers of beer and wine flowed, the crowd noise never dropping below an ear-splitting roar. Hines Ward danced on top of a table, clapping and shimmying his hips to an exuberant beat. Troy Polamalu swayed decorously with his wife, their gentle faces lit up with ecstatic smiles.

But as I scanned the faces in the crowd, looking for the anonymous benefactor who had mysteriously slipped me an invitation to this ultra-exclusive gathering (via a merchandise seller outside of Ford Field who’d ran up to me just as I was getting into my car), I caught site of the grand pooh-bah himself, Coach Bill Cowher, who had casually stepped back from the madness and was now staring at me.

His face, so steely and angry during the game, was lit up into a mile-wide grin. I was stunned, like a deer in the headlights. His gaze never wavered. I nervously averted my eyes.

“He likes you, you know,” said a gentle bass-toned voice next to my ear. I turned. It was Jerome Bettis. He tipped his beer at me. “You’re just his type.”

“Excuse me?”

“Coach Cowher,” Jerome said, motioning toward the coach. I gathered up enough courage to take another glance – he was still staring at me, smiling even wider now. His wife slipped her arm around his waist, her eyes following her husband’s, to me. Quickly I looked away. “That’s who gave you the invitation, you know.”

“You’re shitting me,” I said.

“No way,” Jerome replied. “So, are you gonna go for it?”

“Go for wha—” I started to say, then realized his wife, Kaye, was coming my way. She stumbled a little as she jostled her way through the crowd. I prepared myself for the worst, but she just saddled up to me and swung an arm around my shoulder.

“What’s your name?” she said. Her speech was a little slurred.

“Natty,” I said.

“Well, Natty, do you see my husband over there? He’s got his eye on you, you know.”

“I – I don’t – um, I’m really sorry…” Kaye slashed her hand through the air.

“Forget it. Me and Bill, we have … an understanding. In fact, this time we made a deal. The deal was, he wins the Super Bowl, he gets to take a boy for the week. You, my young friend,” she said, poking me in the side, “have just been drafted.”

I barely had time to register this information before the whole room went silent. Coach Cowher was walking toward me, his jaw set and his eyes intently fixed upon mine. I swallowed a lump in my throat. This perfect specimen of my ultimate coach/daddy fantasies was stalking toward me like a hunter who’d just trapped his prey.

Kaye and Jerome stepped aside as Coach Cowher walked up to me. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and in one powerful motion, pulled my body into his and brought his lips to mine in an intense kiss. His chin, like a stubbly chunk of granite, locked on to my face. His tongue pushed in to my mouth, and I accepted it willingly. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity, and then, just as quickly as it had begun, it was over.

For a moment the room was completely quiet. And then, it erupted. The crowd cheered and screamed as Coach Cowher scooped me up into his strong arms and carried me across the room. We floated out of the hall on a sea of jubilant revelry.

***

He never set me down until we got to the door of his penthouse suite.

“What’s your name, boy?” he asked, and I told him.

“I’m Bill Cowher,” he said, opening the door.

“I know who you are,” I said. The shock had begun to wear off, and I managed to eke out a smile. The smile took on a life of its own, and soon I was grinning from ear to ear. Bill Cowher grinned right back.

“Well, in that case, you can call me Coach. If you want.”

“Alright, Coach,” I said, and followed his arm into the room.

The room was incredible, with an epic view of downtown Detroit.

“I don’t like to waste any time,” Coach Cowher said. He pulled me into him again, cupping my ass in his hand and slipping his tongue into my mouth. His mouth tasted of cool mint and heady beer. His mustache bristled against my face. As we made out, I felt my defenses melting, and I fell into him more and more, giving him more of my mouth and my body, wanting him to break me down, to take me away.

“You are one beautiful boy,” he said, stripping off my shirt and getting right to work on my belt. His eyes devoured each inch of my body as it came into view. Then he pushed me back onto the bed. I bounced and rested there, watching him strip. His eyes never strayed from me, his prize, his goal; as his furry, muscled chest came into view. He took off his hat just long enough to slip his shirt over his head, then put the cap back on.

Unhurriedly, he unbuckled his khaki pants and let them fall to the floor. I could see the fat roll of his hard cock rising up in his boxer briefs. I reached up and grabbed a hold of the waist band. I pulled them forward and released his cock, which bounced out to greet me. It was a beauty to behold, one of the most huge, handsome, and thick pieces of manhood I’d ever seen. I gazed at its holy beauty for a minute before taking it between my lips.

A drop of precome had gathered at the tip and I licked it off, tasting the salty essence of him. Coach Cowher moaned. Slowly, I slid my mouth down the Coach’s hard cock, letting each smooth inch slide along my tongue. When my bottom lip had stretched enough that it was resting against the edge of his beefy balls, I knew I had done my job. I slid back off, and repeated the process all over again.

“That’s it, boy, such Coach Cowher’s cock,” he said in his tough yinzer accent, each word coming out like an order, a command. “You like that piece of meat? Yeah, you love the Coach’s big cock, don’t you?”

I moaned my appreciation, reaching up to cup his heavy nuts in my palm as I stuffed his fat ten inches into my throat. The Coach grabbed the back of my head and gently thrust his cock into my willing throat, sneering down at me as he did so. “GodDAMN you got a hot mouth, boy,” he shouted, his nuts slapping against my chin.

I almost thought he was going to come, but he pulled out at the last second, his whole body heaving with exertion. He dropped his knees on the bed and lowered his body on to mine, bringing his face close and making out with me. His hard cock jutted from his body like a deadly weapon. His hands roughly felt up my smooth body, pinching my nipples and stroking my diamond-hard dick. I never knew such pleasure was possible. I had to slap his hand away because I thought I might cum, just from that.

“Turn over boy, let me see that ass,” he said, and helped me flip on to my stomach. He grabbed my waist and brought my ass up to his face, spreading my cheeks with his hands. “Fuck that’s a nice butt,” he said, giving it a slap. “Nice enough to eat,” he said, and dove his face inside.

I bucked in shock, but it quickly faded to pleasure. Coach Cowher’s randy and insistent tongue bathed my hairless crack before finding its target and driving it into the end zone. I could feel his chin grazing my balls as he ate out my ass, using his tongue to force open my hole and drilling it inside. He slapped my ass again, and I found myself lustily backing my butt into his face, wanting more and more of his tongue inside me.

He got one of his thick and calloused fingers wet in his mouth, and pressed it to my pulsing hole. I braced myself as he slowly pushed it inside, sliding his fat digit home into my hot depths.

“Fuck, nothin like some tight boy ass,” he said, pumping his finger resolutely inside of me. I was beyond pleasure, beyond control. Every piece of my soul cried out to just be taken by him, as roughly as he wanted. “Open up for me, boy, I’m coming inside,” he said. I heard him reach down and open up a tube of lube. He squirted some onto his finger and slid it back inside.

“Get you all juiced up for Coach Cowher’s cock,” he said. I looked back and saw him grinning at me, towering over my prone body with his massive, slicked prick pulsing away in his palm. “You want the Coach’s cock inside you, boy?”

“Oh yeah, fuck me Coach Cowher. I want to feel all of you slam inside me.” I had my head buried in the comforter, my ass spread wide and waiting for him. He brought the head of his dick to my tender asshole, and insistently pressed inside. There was no backing out, I had to take what he was going to give. The pressure built until the head popped my cherry.

“Fucking tight end!” Cowher growled, grabbing on to my hips for support. I barely had time to gather myself before I realized he was sliding the rest of his cock into me, and I was moaning like a bitch in heat. “Oh, fuck yeah!” Cowher said, his meaty balls pressing against my ass. “Touchdown!”

“Fuck me Coach!” I screamed. Cowher held firmly to my ass as his pounded his hips against my body, each thrust drilling his thick and powerful cock deeper inside me. I accepted it and wanted even more.

He flipped me over and held my ankles in the air as he fucked my well-lubed ass, his steel-hard dick riding my hole like a piston. Once he got going he let loose with a stream of gravelly, dirty talk that shot out of his mouth like stones.

“You like gettin fucked by Coach Cowher, don’t you boy? You like riding the Coach’s dick? Ride that cock, bitch, ride it.” I got on top of him and bounced up and down on his dick like a carousel horse. Coach Cowher rubbed his hands along my torso, pinching my titties. “You gonna take my load, son? Huh? Where you want Coach’s juice? In your ass? On your face?”

I blurred my options and said “Cum all over me.” Coach flipped me on my back again and drilled his mouth into mine, our passion increasing in speed like a runaway bus.

“Fuck boy, gonna lose it…oh shit…oh SHHIIIIT!” he screamed, and quickly took out his cock and aimed it at my body. I watched his nuts gather up; then his dick pulsed, and a thick rope of steaming jizz flew out and landed on my face and hair. More and more come streamed out of his cock, landing all over my chest and stomach, bathing me in its sticky heat. I rubbed it into my skin as he came down, dipping my fingers into my mouth to taste the essence of a true winner, a professional-league NFL coach.

Coach Cowher ran his tongue along my face, then pushed it into my mouth and ate his come with me. I was stroking my cock furiously. My balls crept up tight into my body.

“You gonna cum for the Coach?” he said, sliding down until his face was right next to my cock. He took one of my balls into his mouth and let it fall. “Spew that load, boy. I want to see that come spray out of your pisser.” His finger slid underneath my balls and fit easily in to my well-fucked hole. That’s when I lost it. I felt the first spurt of my load rise up, but before it could spray into the air, Coach Cowher sank his mouth over my dick and started drinking it down, sucking my cock with swift, smooth motions, his neck muscles gulping and working as he drank every drop.

“Mmmmm,” he said, wiping come from his mustache. “Fuck your cum tastes good.”

“This is like a dream come true,” I said as he lay back on the bed next to me.

“For you and me both, boy,” Cowher said. “For you and me both.”

THE END

With apologies and respect to the Pittsburgh Steelers and to Mary Sue.

Sam Bennett, sighing, filed away the last of the police reports for the day.  He looked at the clock: it was midnight.

Jesus, it’s been a long day, he thought to himself.  Being the chief of police in Harmony certainly kept him busy, but it was the paperwork that really got to Sam.  It had been a particularly slow day, and though he relished not having to go save someone from the fires of hell or fight off demons for once, the endless deskwork he had to catch up on had exhausted him.  Sam was a man of action, and was most happy doing something physical.  He stretched out his bulky, solid frame and rubbed his thick fingers across his lantern jaw.

“Guess it’s time for bed,” he said to himself absently, eyeing the leather couch in his office.  It had been two weeks since Grace had kicked him out of the house, and Sam was getting tired of working and living in the same space. He unbuttoned his police shirt, then stripped off his white undershirt.  His chest was broad and muscled, nearly hairless, with pert pink nipples perched atop his massive pectorals.  He stripped his tight pants off of his thick legs and stood in his white boxer briefs, reaching down to adjust his copious bulge.  His thick biceps bulged as he lightly massaged his tired body.

What has gotten into Grace, anyway, he thought.  He didn’t feel as though he was personally responsible for her miscarriage, but nothing he said to Grace seemed to matter.  She treated him coldly every time she saw him, and Sam was getting tired of trying to win back her affection.  He was also incredibly horny, as it had been weeks since he’d had sex.  His already sour mood worsened as he thought of Grace and how much he missed her.  He laid down on the clammy sofa and put his thick arms under his head. “Fuck her,” he muttered under his breath, and closed his heavy eyelids.

Just then a knock came at the door.  Who the hell could be at my office at this time of night? Sam thought, as he rose off the couch and walked to the door and opened it.  There stood Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald, one of the younger residents of Harmony and younger brother of Sam’s top policeman, Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald.  Miguel seemed startled to see the hulking mass of Sam nearly naked, and Sam noticed that he quickly glanced at the bulge in his briefs.

“Sorry, Chief Bennett, if this is a bad time I can come back…” Miguel said.

“Come on in, Miguel. I was just getting ready for bed but it’s no big deal,” Sam said.  He liked the handsome young man, and he had gotten to know him better after he had started dating Charity, Sam’s live-in niece.  Miguel seemed troubled about something, and Sam rather enjoyed the prospect of having a conversation after working alone all day.

“I didn’t mean to just show up like this unannounced, but…” Miguel said, haltingly.

“It’s fine Miguel, really.  Have a seat.”  Miguel took a seat on the couch and Sam sat next to him.

“So tell me, what’s on your mind?” Sam inquired.

“Well…”  Miguel said, “It’s actually a complicated story.  I’m just feeling really confused,” Miguel said.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked, moving closer to Miguel so that their thighs touched.  Miguel sighed and thought of what to say.

“It’s just that I don’t have anyone to talk to about this really, because Luis is out of town and…I thought you could maybe help me,” Miguel said.

“With what?” Sam said.

“It’s about Charity,” Miguel said.  ”Things have been going really good, and we’re really close and…in love.”

“Yes?” Sam said.

“And lately she’s been saying she thinks we should…y’know, like go all the way.”  Sam shifted in his seat, suddenly very interested in the way the conversation was going.  Miguel was a strapping young man, and Sam had often fantasized about what the young stud was capable of.  The thought of Miguel’s fat uncut cock pounding away at his niece’s tight young pussy was starting to get him excited.  He thought better of himself and concentrated on Miguel’s story.

“Yes, go on Miguel,” Sam said.

“So…I know that I want to, but I just don’t want to…mess things up.  You know what I mean?” Miguel said.

Sam cleared his throat and spoke in his heavy, masculine voice.

“I know what you mean, Miguel.  Sex can be very intimidating at first, but there’s really nothing to worry about.  You’re a very smart kid and you’ll do fine.   How far have you gotten with her?” Sam inquired.  Miguel was a bit startled to hear Sam talking so openly, and he stammered trying to think of what to say.  Sam leaned back into the couch and rested his heavy hand on his thick, tight midsection.

“It’s okay, Miguel, you can talk to me.  This is guy talk, and it goes no further than this room.  So tell me, what have you and Charity done so far.”  Frankly, Sam was a little surprised at himself for being as forward as he was.  But his horniness was getting the better of him and he found himself wanting to hear about these two sexy kids getting it on.

“Well,” Miguel began, “we’ve of course been kissing a lot, and making out…y’know, with tongue and all that.”  Miguel looked at Sam and they smiled at each other.

“And I’ve touched and licked at her breasts, and she really likes that.”

“Go on,” Sam said, feeling his heavy cock start to thicken.

“I’ve felt her…pussy, y’know, underneath her jeans a couple times but that’s about as far as it’s gotten.  One time I took my cock out for her and she felt it, but then she got scared and we really didn’t do anything else,” Miguel finished.  Sam moved closer to Miguel.

“You don’t have anything to worry about Miguel,” he said.  ”If the two of you are ready, then you should go for it.  It might not be great the first time but believe me, it gets better.  Why, it practically took me less than a minute to come the first time I did it.  I was so embarrassed!”  They laughed together and looked at each other.

“So, you’ve never had your cock sucked or licked at her pussy?” Sam asked.

“No, God I’d love to, but it just hasn’t happened yet,” replied Miguel, who was himself starting to get horny from all this talk about sex.  He glanced hurriedly at the bulge in Sam’s boxer briefs, which was considerably larger than before.  Sam noticed and felt a twinge of excitement run through his body.  Maybe he’s interested in messing around, his horny mind plotted.  His hand absently reached down and cupped his warm package.

“Well, take things slowly, don’t force anything.  When it’s time, it’ll just happen,” Sam said, his cock almost rising to full erection.  Miguel’s eyes were fixated on Sam’s hand, as he began gently rubbing his engorged cock through his boxer briefs.  Miguel felt his thick pole beginning to fatten in his tight blue bikini briefs.

“Yeah, I know,” Miguel said, still fixated on Sam’s tented briefs.  ”I just feel like I need some practice, or something, like a rehearsal before the big game, y’know?” he said, laughing.  Sam chuckled.

“Don’t you jack off, son?”

“Oh, yeah, all the time.  Too much probably.”  Miguel said.  Sam noticed the tent in the young studs’ jeans.  Jesus, he must be huge, he thought.

“Well, that’s good practice for you, there.”  Sam said.

“Yeah, but it can’t be close to the real thing.  I’d just like to feel something around this cock other than my hand, y’know?”  He laughed, grabbing his huge prick through his jeans.  A heavy moment of silence passed, thick with sexual tension.

“Well,” Sam said haltingly, “did you ever fool around with your buddies?  I know I did when I was your age.”

“Really?”  Miguel said, incredulous.

“Oh, yeah.  You know, when the ‘pussy well’ was all dried up where else was there to go?  I had a good buddy who loved to suck cock and did it extremely well.  I didn’t even mind servicing him every once in a while.  No big deal, just friends helping each other out,” Sam said.

“Wow,” Miguel said.  He was shocked.  He couldn’t believe a stud like Sam had ever sucked cock and messed around with other guys.

“Yeah, sure,” Sam said, now openly stroking his fully-hard prick through his underwear and rubbing the wet spot at the head.  ”It’s just…y’know, guy stuff. I enjoy some dick every now and again.”  Now they were both openly stroking their hard cocks.  Miguel’s heart was beating through his chest, and there was a tightness in his throat.  Both knew what they wanted but Sam finally said it.

“So, I could, y’know, help you out if you’d like to get some practice before you get laid.”  Miguel swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Yeah,” he said nervously, “that might be a good idea.”  They watched each other slowly pump their clothed cocks.  They looked up into each other’s eyes, and finally Sam pulled Miguel’s head to his.  Miguel reached out for Sam’s thick, muscled shoulder as Sam forced his tongue between the young stud’s thick, juicy lips.  They kissed heavily and passionately.  Miguel felt Sam’s sandpapery jaw against his own.  They pulled apart briefly.  Sam looked into Miguel’s anxious eyes.

“It’s okay,” Sam said.  He reached down and rested his hand atop Miguel’s thick rod.  ”You got one hell of a cock there, son,” he said.  Miguel sighed as Sam’s thick hand rubbed his denim-clad hog.  He reached for the top of his jeans and unbuttoned them, reaching inside.  Miguel gasped as Sam’s wrapped his thick hand around his warm uncut prick.  Sam was incredulous at the size of this young man’s cock.  He had to get a taste of it.

“Just lay back and relax,” Sam said.  He got off the couch and knelt in front of the boy, his thick ass cheeks parting under the combed cotton of his briefs. Miguel lay back into the couch, closing his eyes.  Sam lifted Miguel’s meaty ass off the couch and pulled down his jeans and underwear.

“Mmm, yeah,” he said, pulling the heavy foreskin off the top of Miguel’s beer can-sized dick.  Miguel moaned in pleasure.  Sam could wait no longer and engulfed the huge hog into his hot mouth, slathering his tongue over and under the velvety shaft and thick foreskin.  He ate Miguel’s cock like a fifty-dollar steak, savoring the taste as it slid down his throat and his lips touched Miguel’s thick black bush.  Miguel’s breath caught in his throat and he looked down in amazement, as the police chief swallowed Miguel’s honker down to its root.  His mouth felt like a velvet glove, and his rough tongue worked under the foreskin and pressed on Miguel’s thick, sensitive cockhead.

Sam worked the shaft up and down, loving the taste of this young stud.  He hummed in appreciation, giving Miguel’s cock even more stimulation.  He took the wet pole out of his mouth and licked at the head like a lollipop, then ran his tongue down to Miguel’s heavy, hairless balls.  Miguel gasped in delight.

“You got tasty balls, son,” Sam said, lost in lust.  He gently put both of Miguel’s pendulous balls in his mouth and rolled them around lightly, tonguing the heavy sack.  His hand reached around Miguel’s thick pole and stroked it tightly, manipulating the foreskin up and down.  Miguel did not think such pleasure was possible, and he moaned loudly in total ecstasy.

“Oh, Chief Bennett,” was all Miguel could say.  Sam tongued the underside of Miguel’s heavy sack, licking his slightly hairy choad and feeling the thick, hidden root of Miguel’s turgid erection under his tongue.  Miguel moaned even louder.  Sam ran his tongue up Miguel’s huge shaft and gave his fat hog a few more swallows.  He couldn’t get enough of the taste of this beautiful piece of meat, but he wanted to explore all of this tight young stud’s hot body.

“Take off your shirt, Miguel,” he instructed, as he pulled Miguel’s jeans and underpants off of his feet.  Miguel obeyed, lifting his heavy sweater and T-shirt off of his smooth thick boychest.  Sam ran his hands up the side of this smooth young stud and drank in the sight of him.

“Fuck, you’re one hot little stud,” Sam chuckled, thickly.  He ran his tongue across Miguel’s big nipples and flicked his tongue against the eraser-thick nubs. Sam laid his heavy, hot body on Miguel’s and they made out some more, Sam grinding his muscled ass and body into the young study’s body.  Miguel wrapped his arms around Sam’s smooth, rippling back and they thrust their tongues into each other’s yielding mouths.

“Lay down on your stomach, Miguel,” Sam said, breaking the kiss.  He put his heavy hand around Miguel’s waist and helped lower his body longways onto the couch.

“Yeah, just like that.”  He drunk in the sight of Miguel’s sculpted back.  This boy was so well developed, such a thick, padded body.  He wanted to devour him.  His eyes roamed to Miguel’s tan, bubble but.  Sam licked his lips in anticipation.  He caressed Miguel’s back and moved his hands down to his perfect, hot little ass, pulling the two cheeks apart to reveal a small amount of downy hair and tight, pink pucker.

“Mmmm…” Sam moaned, lightly running his finger across his clean asshole.  Miguel gasped at the sensation.  Sam caressed Miguel’s perfect ass cheeks before leaning in and bringing his face against this perfect specimen of male teen flesh.  He dove his thick face and jaws into the two fat cheeks, thrusting his tongue in until it found Miguel’s spasming pucker.

“Oohh!” Miguel gasped, shocked at the sensation of Sam’s thick wet tongue pushing at his tight sensitive asshole.  He felt Sam’s thick, rough cheeks and heavy chin rub against his ass.  He opened his mouth and ran his tongue across the smooth leather couch, suppressing his moans.  Miguel reflexively thrust his ass against Sam’s head, wanting more.   Sam obliged, eating Miguel’s ass like it was the best meal he had ever had.  Mexican food had nothing on this hot little Latin stud.

As Miguel relaxed his asshole loosened up more, and Sam was able to thrust his thick tongue deeper into the young stud’s velvety hole.  He licked up and down his hot crack, diving deeper and deeper into pressing his nose and face into Miguel’s yielding asshole.  He reached under Miguel’s body and grabbed hold of his heavy burstingly hard cock.

“Oh, Chief Bennett, I think I’m gonna cum,” Miguel gasped, unable to stand the pleasure Sam was giving him.  Sam took his head away from Miguel’s ass and stood up long enough to rip the briefs off of his huge ass and towering prick.  He moaned as he gave his now exposed cock a quick stroke, then he lay down on top of Miguel, placing his thick pole in between the deep crevice of the young stud’s thick ass.  Sam reached under Miguel and stroked his heavy uncut erection while he ground his own thick prick into Miguel’s hot ass.  They both panted in pleasure, no longer able to hold off the inevitable.

Sam gasped as his sensitive cockhead rubbed against Miguel’s tight little pucker.  With a final fierce thrust he ground his cock in between Miguel’s tensed ass cheeks, and started to shoot his heavy load in thick, white ropes which landed on the young stud’s tanned back.  Miguel, loving the feeling of Sam’s heavy hard member poking at his most sensitive area, felt his cock began to spasm.  Sam grabbed hard onto Miguel’s thick pole as it began shooting a heavy load of thick white teencum.  They came together, gasping, and Sam pulled Miguel’s face to his.  They engaged in a hot tongue kiss as the last of their loads pumped out of their spasming pricks.

Exhausted, Sam gasped and panted and he lay his heavy body onto Miguel, his cock still resting in between the young stud’s thick asscheeks.  He felt his warm load spread out between their hot bodies.

“Well, Miguel,” Sam said, “I guess that’s your first lesson.  See, even guys with experience like me have a hard time holding off their load, especially with a hot young stud like you.”

“I’m sure we can try harder next time, Chief Bennett.  I still have a lot to learn,” Miguel said, feeling Sam’s prick shrink against his ass.