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Subject: Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy Chapter 11: “Assisting The New Coach” Author’s Note: All characters are fictional; this is pure imagination. If fictional sexual stories involving consensual sex, teenagers and 9 year olds offend, do not read.This story and its copyright is solely the property of the author. Please do not share without permission. If this is illegal where you live, don’t do it. By continuing to read on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. In addition, neither you nor any family members are employees of any type of government, law enforcement, or investigative entity. Moreover, you are either not performing any type of research in preparation for any forms of legal action, directly or indirectly, affecting the contents of this site. In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any consequences of you viewing or downloading the story. Donate: Nifty operates free because there’s people who donate to keep it running. Donate. It’s worth the spunk. Contact me: Feedback and such to ail. **************************************************************** THE HIGH SCHOOL YEARS CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Eleven: “ASSISTING THE NEW COACH” Autumn 1974… The transition from Grade School to High School was made worse by the drastic depletion in my sexual activities. My 8th Grade friends went to Holyoke High School, while I went to Holyoke Catholic High School. School ties were stretched and eventually broken. My brother Steven, had moved out when he was 19, – now 24 with a very pregnant wife and a degree in Physical Education. We still had the occasional fuck sessions-for old time sake- but those were becoming less frequent. The puberty gods were generous to me over the Summer. I was taller with muscles molding a body that had shed the awkwardness of early adolescence. Light brown hair that fell in waves around my face and neck was parted in the middle- imitating my brother Steven. From the firm pectorals, a hairless torso tapered to the ridge of the Adonis belt. My ass rode high and hard with two firm buttcheeks. I ran the Park trails almost every day- a good way to burn off hormonal energy. Swimming and making use of the weights my brother left behind aided to the development of a body primed for a hard fucking. A light tangle of dusky hair flared out from the root of my 14 year old ass-rammer. I was already at 7 inches and growing. The sizable girth added to the impressive display. The testes had dropped and let nuts swing in the velvet sack. I would get looks from girls in town and the parks, but little did they know my cock was not chubbing for them, but for their boyfriends. Freshman year threw me into 125 new faces plus the older students as well- so, nearly 500 strangers. More importantly, that came to over half being guys. I got my confirmation the first day after Labor day when I maneuvered the halls of the 110 year old building. My skills in art, along with being a straight “A” student gained me a sort of respect among the student body and faculty. I was always happy to do portrait sketches, help with scenery designs and decoration. I do have a sense of humor which made me far from shy. But sex was always churning in the recesses of my brain- and balls Each teenager walking by me was assessed for the possibilities of feeding me his load. Red heads, blondes, black hair, brown hair- tall, short and medium: testosterone filled guys surrounded me, But that entire year- with extreme difficulty- it was strictly “look but don’t touch.” Now, that didn’t mean that a mental list wasn’t compiled of which ones would be welcome to ram my asshole. Two fellow freshmen took the top spots and both were named “Bob.” That was the only similarities between the 14 year old studs. Bob Tonelli, or “Bobby” to friends, was about 5’8″ in height, a taught muscled body made for competitive sports. The dress shirt, slacks and tie made it hard to visualise the body. But every stretch and resistance to the fabric in all the right places was enough for the imagination. A slight curl of the black-as-night hair fell at the collar. Parted in the middle, the black locks framed high cheekbones. The graceful fullness of his lips and delicate nose made him look a little younger than 14 years. It was the dark intensity of Bobby’s eyes that let it be known he was no little boy. Sarcastic and assertive, just at the verge of the “bully” label. His Sicilian roots gave him the look of a Renaissance angel. It was for that reason that he inspired the angel I drew in a “Madonna,Christ Child, and Angel” that year in Art Class. But I knew that inside he was a little devil. In contrast our classmate Bobby Kennedy, the other “Bob”. stood nearly 6′ with a solid frame. Long sweeping dark blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slight up-turn to a freckled nose completed a David Cassidy kind of look. Bulges in all the right places gave his shirt some stress. He was friendly and knew many of his classmates from Blessed Sacrament Grade School. Already at 15, he had a way of commanding a room with an outgoing personality. Yes, he too would be in mind when I did my next drawing. His was the image of a young Hercules, the young demi-god at rest. Both Bobs had team-sport jocks written all over them- where I was into running, tennis and swimming. I wished to be in a locker room with them. though my boner would certainly be obvious. These were but a sample of the many boys on the verge of manhood that fueled frequent stroke sessions. I would close my eyes as my horny desires stripped through the layers of double-knit and cotton to the firm flesh of teenage bodies. Developing muscles and young lust were a powerful formula to restrain a fountain of pre-cum. Two whole semesters of the sexual frustration was torture. My wrist got several thorough workouts a day as I pounded my meat at every opportunity. The Summer after Freshman Year dragged on as one long masturbation marathon with the occasiional relief of my brother taking me out for car sex. The early years of sex, cum and cock had truly spoiled me. One by one, my suck and fuck buddies moved on leaving a void in my life. The prospect of another sexually barren year for the newly turned 15 year old was crushing. The only thing that kept me sane was channeling this lascivious carnal turmoil into a creative outpouring. Semi-nude Greek and Roman heroes, gods, saints and such became, on paper and canvas, embodiments of the forced abstinence. No one thought that the homo-eroticism was intentional, just assumed to be a way of emulating the classical artists I admired. In a way, I should be thankful for the sexless stretch of time because the products of this period one awards and praise. The pieces I exhibited in The istanbul travesti Boston Globe Art Show even won the school regional recognition I set myself a Summer project, a three foot canvas depicting Perseus, of Greek Mythology, holding the head of Medusa. The sleek, well muscled young body twisted in contrapposto- one arm extended with his trophy- the perfidious Gorgon. The piece would keep me occupied and diverted from sexual frustration. However the many sketched versions were thinly veiled attempts at translating lust into art. The form of a nude male, covered slightly with a cascade of his red robe, was the focal point. No one but me would know that it was my brother Steven’s muscle accented body that served as the mental model for the reclining semi-nude. Naked but with a well placed piece of drapery for modesty’s sake. Every stroke of the brush brought vision to the nude figure. Summer days, weeks and the months were spent on painting and stroking. But by August the painting was finished and signed. I tried to imagine how my fellow classmates would react to the painting. It was the product of my undeclared sexual yearnings- and how I yearned. Come September, I would see if the Art teacher, Mrs. Rigali thought it good enough to submit in the Regional Scholastic Art Competition that Fall. ************************************************************** September 1975… My family was coming out of Church on Sunday, a week before Labor Day, just before my Sophomore year. Mr. Manijak, the Maintenance Director at Holyoke Catholic High School, approached us. The adults talked off to the side as I waited by the car. A few minutes later, my Dad waved for me to join them. “Johnny, Mr. Manijak wanted to ask you something.” My Dad said. “Well Johnny, every year we give jobs to boys in the School who we see as responsible young men. Nothing too hard, just opening and locking doors, sweeping up, vacuuming- things like that.” the grey haired smallish man explained. “Would that be something you would be willing to do? Well not for free of course. The job pays $1.75 an hour, -an hour in the morning, 2 hours after school.” asked Mr. Manijak. “But, I would need to know soon- in fact by tomorrow.” he added. “Thanks Mr.Manijak! That would be great. Absolutely I will take the job!” I exploded enthusiastically even before the elderly man had finished his last sentence. What teenager in his right mind would refuse $26.50 a week. Art supplies were getting expensive and extra spending money would help. “Well! I guess you’re hired. Stop by the school tomorrow around 8:00 a.m, and I’ll show you the duties.” Mr. Manijak responded little startled by my energetic reaction to his offer. Mom and Dad were sick of my nonstop chatter of the new job prospect all that Sunday. “You may not even like it- and besides there is your school work.” Mom would chime in trying to pull me down to earth. Come that Monday, I rode my bike to the school twenty minutes before 8:00 a.m. Leaving my bicycle by the fence near the main door of the largest of the three buildings. Several hot looking upperclassmen were working on the grounds. It was a hot, humid that prompted them to shed their t-shirts as they cut the hedges. The sweat-glistening teen flesh was distracting as I made my way to the immense oak double doors. They swung open on the heavy iron hinges after a forceful tug. The halls were dark and silent-though every once in a while I heard some noises from the classrooms. My footsteps echoed in the empty halls as I made my way to the Maintenance Workshop. There I found Mr. Manijak who was in the middle of repairing a beat-up vacuum cleaner. After a cheery greeting the pot bellied little man gave me a full hour run down of the duties. Most importantly he gave me a ring of keys, each labeled with room and building numbers. I was also given a full lecture on responsibility. A week later,… Just after Supper, the phone rang- Dad was first to the receiver. “Hey Steven! We missed you and Donna at Church yesterday? Everything O.K? Really! That’s great- when do you start? Huh, no, no I won’t tell him.” My Dad tried to keep a control over the stream of conversation. He filled my brother in about my employment. I was in the hall, jumping like an anxious puppy, hoping to get the phone receiver. After a few minutes, my Dad relented and handed me the phone. “OK, OK here you go before you lay an egg!” my father declared in an annoyed tone. My jittery hand grabbed the phone as I heard Steven’s voice. “Hey kid, congratulations on the job! I start a new job tomorrow too- so I will be going in around 6:30. I’ll pick you up if you want a ride?” Steven offered. His voice alone got my prick to stiffen in my shorts. “Oh Yeah, that would be fantastic! What’s your new job?” I responded excitedly. but he changed the subject. The combination of the ideas of an actual paying job and seeing Steven gave me a restless night. Finally, after much tossing and turning- the morning dawned. In a frantic pace I washed and dressed in anticipation of my brother’s arrival. I put my painting of “Perseus” painting into my canvas carrier to take to third period Art. I was anxious to show off the product of the Summer vacation. I waited on the stoop for the first sign of Steven’s Pontiac coming down our street. A plan fell into place in my head- I was sure my big brother would enjoy a little car-head on the way to my High School- I knew I would love giving his cock some sweet long overdue attention. At quarter past the hour the car finally came into sight. Both my heart and prick reacted to seeing my brother driving down the quiet street. The vehicle had barely come to a stop at the curb before I pounced at the door handle of the passenger’s side backdoor Once my portfolio was carefully deposited on the backseat, I sprang into the front. “Morning Steven! Thanks for the ride!” I exclaimed as I leaned to the driver’s side. My lips sought to make contact with Steven’s mouth- my right hand instinctively latched onto his crotch. But suddenly my hopes of sexual satisfaction were shattered when a strong grip pushed my bent body back to the right-side. “Hold up there buddy! No time for that here on the street. We both have to be on time. I don’t want to be late to work and you shouldn’t either.” Steven reprimanded. It was crushing! I slumped in the front seat hurt and angry by his response. It made for a silent ride to the High School-fortunately it was a short trip. To demonstrate my foul mood, I exited from the car in silence- punctuated with the slamming of the car door the moment his car pulled up to the Main Building. . Steven just chuckled and shook his head. I was up the stairs and fumbling with the keys when noticed I was missing something- my painting was still on Steven’s back-seat. I kadıköy travesti was too late! By the time I realized my memory lapse, my brother had driven off. Now I really was in a black mood! I unlocked and entered the School. “FUUUUUCK!” I yelled out. The sound of my vented anger echoed through the vacant halls. After a few minutes I pulled myself together. The need to get my assigned work done to restrain my exasperation of the first hours of the first day of my school year took presidence. I needed to get lost in the routine to block my disappointment. Starting in the basement of the first of four buildings, I followed through the list Mr. Manijak gave me. After an hour, all rooms and buildings were unlocked, coffee brewed for the teachers’ lounge, and finally the flag was raised. With all this completed, my morning duties were completed with a half hour to spare before the first bell. The large lunch hall, once the school chapel, served as a gathering place for students before class. Almost as if by a natural order, the teens separated into their social clusters- geeks, freaks, stoners, jocks, alpha males, the beauty queens, and so on. Each went to their own, without incident. Any friction was usually of a personal nature rather than any form of bullying. The shrill sound of the 1st bell caused a stir in the gathered teenagers. Frantic voices, chairs scraping on floors and the scuffle of feet almost drowned out the call to class as they pushed through the double doors. The throng split up as each sought their classes in one of three buildings.I too followed along crossing the courtyard to my first class- English Literature. Sister Angela had finished roll call and went into a full explanation of what was expected of us in the coming weeks. The text books had hardly begun to be distributed when we heard an announcement. “Good Morning. Will John K…, please report to the Main Office. Will John K…, please report to the Main Office. Thank you.” said Mrs. Collins in an emotionless voice over the PA system. The School’s Administration person’s message was barely over the air waves before I felt every classmate’s gaze was fixed on me. Each adult and adolescent mind roiled with some nasty event that could only warrant the dreaded visit to the Office on the first day. The shifting desks and chair sets caused a brief commotion as I made my way to the front of the class, watched by each set of suspicious eyes-bearing down on my flushed cheeks. A few hesitant yards led me to that ominous Office-not knowing what I could have possibly have screwed-up in the first few hours. Leather soles scraped the oak boards as the distance dissolved between me and the door, My sweating knuckles gave up a most timit rendition of a knock, before an answer came from inside: “Come on in Honey! Johnny! You’re my angel! exclaimed Mrs.Collins. Listen, the new Assistant Coach is here-while Coach Cauley recuperates for the rest of the year. Problem is Mr Manijak never left him a set of keys for the athletic storage areas. The poor guy needs to get an inventory on file even before practice. Be a dear and help him out please?” “Not a problem Mrs. Collins, anything for you.” I cooed and was out the door heading to the office backstairs. The weight of any perceived guilt was a distant fantasy. I bounded down the stairs, taking two at a time in leaps to get to the Athletics Office in the basement. I caught my breath before giving a gentle wrap the the frosted inset window of the door. The Venetians blinds were all drawn down but there was light coming from the quiet office, Maybe I was too gentle-so a second knock was a little more forceful. “Sorry, come on in-just make sure you shut the spring lock after you.” called out a rather youth voice- that had a slight authoritarian twinge. The yellowed venetian blinded rattled as I closed the door behind me. A medium sized room- but nothing out of the ordinary as offices go- file cabinets, a few extra fold-out chairs in corners, The large desk, was strewn with clipboards, pads and pencils, was capped by a set of size 13″ dark green trainers casually balancing on the corner edge. Though covered in Khaki slacks I could tell there was a set of well developed legs leading to beyond the fringe of the morning paper that concealed from sight our new Assistant Coach. “I’m Johnny, the Office sent me to unlock the Equipment cages for inventory.” I spoke up in a cheery manner, “Well at least you’re always in a rush this morning? Aren’t ya?” he answered. Then I knew the voice, the physical presence.. I crumpled the top of the paper to reveal the dimples bright smiling face of my 24 year old brother Steven! “Surprised!” he chortled. “You fucking, shit-eating, dog-fucking asshole! Why didn’t you tell me? ” I yelled, not caring who may hear. “Calm. down you little shit. I would have told you this morning but you were a down-right bitch, sheesh.” Steven explained as he leaned back in the swivel chair. All of my emotional control was spent by this revelation, setting me free to act on impulse. I tore the newspaper from his hands. Both hangs gripped his face as I lay in a long overdue kiss, Not a brotherly kiss or “welcoming” kiss- but a meeting of two sex starved mouths. Tongues intertwined in animalistic enthusiasm. Steven’s initial surprise dissolves to a passion equal to that of his 15 year old brother. It had been many weeks since I felt his soulful kiss- and had no intention of breaking off. The grunts and moans of our desire was punctuated by the metallic sounds of the unfastening of belts and zippers. Steven’s hands had a steel grip on the padded arms rest of the office chair while mine slithered down his neck and over the jersey covered torso. I was on my knees between his splayed thighs by the time my fingers gripped the waistband of the “Bike Brand” Athletic supporter, along with his slacks. Both fabrics struggled against my tugs and pulls. Steven’s 10″ cock was fully engorged, as seen by the distention of jock’s pouch. It sloped off to the right while the egg shaped testes were trapped beneath. I would tear threw all the layers with my teeth if need be- just to get to my brother’s fuck-stick. Steven, sensing my exasperation, lifted his ass cheeks off the seat. With one forceful tug, his cock was freed from it’s constraints. The liberation made clear by the hooded man meat slapping the adult’s flat abdomen. But I wouldn’t be satisfied till the clothing was bunched around his ankles. I breathed in deeply of the heady musk fragrance rising from his crotch. Lips, tongue and mouth were primed and ready to bathe this beast in my saliva. I looked into Steven’s eyes, which were filled with a lust-filled desire. Not to lose more of what little time we had, Steven grabbed his hard rod by the base and slapped it forcefully bakırköy travesti across my face. The pre-cum oozing from the hooded glands left a slime trail across my cheeks and forehead. My extended tongue massaged up his velvety ball sack to the root 5.5″ girth column of hot flesh. His fist grabbed me by the hair and pushed my nose into his balls. ” Come on baby, lick those balls. You know how I love it! Don’t stop Johnny! Take them in your mouth. MMMM yeah” Stevens words were coming out as gasps amid heavy breathing. I could only get one ball into my mouth at a time. I was lost in my lust for my brother. Sweat trickled down his developed thighs as I buried my face between them. I was in heaven! Only one ball would fit at a time in my mouth, but each was lovingly basted in spit before I moved to the main event. The taste, the feel, the throbbing and most of all, the reaction of my big brother fed my lust. My own cock twitched in my BVD’s as I stroked his man meat. My tongue continued to wag up the undershaft- over every ridge and pulsating vein. With an almost pleading look on that handsome face, I was urged on to scale up his boner, It throbbed and pulsed as the skin sheath responded to me efforts. His breathing was heavier and the moans louder in anticipation of skewering my throat. His solid prick leaked it’s juices anointing my forehead. Without warning, I felt a forceful tug on my hair jerking my tongue away from the shaft. My brother positioned my head in two strong hands and guided me to the head of his 10″ cum-gun towards my lips. The first contact came with the retracted foreskin, soaked in carnal juices. I was able to swirl my tongue around dipping into the pursed cowl- mixing spit and cock juices. The swollen head was primed after several more licks before I opened my throat for the ultimate dive. It happened quickly as my mouth worked down his erect manhood. I forced back the gag but the tears filled and spilled from my eyes. It was too late, thank God, I was a seasoned cocksucker. As if possessed by a horny little demon, I pressed on swallowing his meat until my nose met the pubic crest and his cock head tickled the tonsils. A furtive tongue roamed the pulsing shaft. My head bobbed to the sound of the moans and groans of a man lost in the full pleasures of oral sex. My free hands explored the muscles of the Coach’s hard biceps. My fingertips dug hard into the arm muscles- giving me an anchor to steady my bobbing body against the creaking and swiveling of the chair. Steven’s body reacted to what my mouth was doing with jolts of pleasure and the sounds of animal lust. I buried the shaft- nose to pubic hair- swiveling my head, letting the throat muscles grip the sides of the encroaching one-eyed wonder. This was not a mere blowjob but a reconnection through carnal desire. What I was doing to his dick translated into the opening of a level of neglected desire. “God! Don’t stop buddy, Please– swallow my cock. UGGGGHHHH, yeah, Johnny that’s the way! Work it!” gasped Steven. His hips began a thrusting motion as he held my head. He was now fucking my face with no restraint. The chair rattled with each convulsion. I felt his body stiffen and shudder more frequently. These were the tremors before the ultimate eruption. I gurgled and gagged as his 10″ ramrod was pile-driven into my gullet. My spit and drool dropped to his balls which have now constricted up to either side of the prick. My brother’s knees jerked up in rhythm to my head thrusts. “UHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I AM SO CLOSE. TAKE MY COCK! FUUUUUUCK MAAANNNN. GOD PLEASE SUCK ME DOWN BROTHER! GET READY FOR MY JIZZ, YEAH THAT’S IT” were the words Steven spat out between grunts, groans and spasm. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK” he roared, “I CUMMMMMMIINGGG, DAMN YEAH! TAKE THAT FUCKING LOAD!!!!” The instant his cry reached my ears I felt the hard meat lodged in my throat swell and tremble. Steven’s body constricted in orgasm. Ribbon after ribbon shot down my esophagus- I lost count after the eighth burst. Thick sweet/salty liquid protein ebbed through me. I was still locked in my brother’s grip by my head and vice-like thighs. His softening penis slipped from my mouth. My fist-pounded cock exploded with a tidal wave of orgasm, I wanted to cry out- but nothing came out. Wad after wad of my semen shot out on the underside of Steven’s chair. I collapsed on my ass looking up at the face of my sweat-drenched brother. Almost in unison, we broke out in a chuckle. “Damn!!!! I think we both needed that!” Steven laughed. “You better get cleaned up and back to class.” he added. “What about the keys you needed?” I asked. “Oh those! Mr. Manijak gave me a copy before he left the grounds.” He said with a laugh. “You asshole, you!” I chortled back as my fist punched him in the arm. “But meet me after you finish working- there is part of this job that only you can help me with- OK? I’ll call Mom and Dad and tell them you’ll be late.” instructed Steven- with a sly wink. I was on my way to the down-stairs bathroom to clean up when Steven called after me: “And forget to get a pass and your painting that I left in the office. By the way, my pecs are bigger that your Greek’s.” My response was a smile and a backward flip-of-the bird. With my brother’s cum still on my lips- I felt it was going to be a great semester, JSAK Others stories by John S-A Kwiatkowski: CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 1: HOW IT ALL BEGAN….Lesson One (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 2:Getting My Cherry Popped… (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 3: The Pennell Brothers. The Lessons Continue:(GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 4: “Steven Shares My Ass” (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 5: ” My Best Buddy’s Brothers Do Me.” (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 6: “Uncle Takes Us For A Swim or How Steven Looses His Cherry” (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 7: “Orgy at Hanging Rock or Brother Love in the Summer of ’69” (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 8: “My Friend’s Blue Balls” GAY INCEST,ADULTH YOUTH) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 9: “My Friend, HIis, Dad,& a Coke Bottle” GAY INCEST,ADULT, YOUTH) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 10: “The Last Temptation of Friar Felix.” CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 11: Assisting the NEW COACH (GAY INCEST) ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ And Johnny’s adventures continued…: CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY “Seducing The Married Blonde At The Park” (GAY ADULT/YOUTH) (The Continued Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY “No Translation Required” (GAY INTERRACIAL) (The Continued Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY “It Started at the Gay Bar” (GAY INTERRACIAL) (The Continued Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy) ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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