Learning to Suck Ch. 07: Coach's 'Rim and Blow' Club
After I got back to my dorm Sunday night, exhausted but exhilarated by my sexual ordeal at Coach's house, I thought through the events that had brought me to where I was sexually. I was still turned on by women, but my intense desire to please other men with my mouth and my willingness to submit to whatever depravity I was told to perform was intoxicating. I replayed in my mind lying naked with the Rim Chair above me, and being told to lick asshole after asshole while the men commented on my wantonness and called me a bitch, a whore, and a cocksucker. I re-lived the feeling of having many different sized cocks shoved into my mouth and throat and being ordered to suck and swallow with the taste of so much cum oozing down my esophagus.
I realized with each new encounter how much I wanted to be used by other men and relished the role of being a submissive bitch, especially for older men. I had probably swallowed more than a dozen loads of semen that day, and even tasted a small squirt of piss that Jerry had made me drink while I was cleaning his cock after he had pissed in the toilet. I felt incredibly desired as their object of lust and had showed all these men how good I had gotten at pleasing them sexually. Most importantly, I had pleased Coach by becoming not only the Team Cocksucker, but also his personal cocksucker, and demonstrated my willingness to please him by letting myself be used by all his friends. I was entering a new period in my life where for the first time I felt really desirable by other men, and was able to make their cocks hard simply by removing my clothes and getting on my knees for them. It was an awakening for me.
On Wednesday--several days after my session on Football Sunday--I found a note from Coach in an envelope when I checked my mailbox at the college office.
I was trembling with excitement as I opened the envelope. It read:
"Cocksucker--you performed well, and in fact exceeded my expectations on Sunday. I was told by several of my buddies that they would like to use you on a regular basis as you have exceptional oral skills, and they were pleased by your submissiveness. I of course accepted their request as I sense you have a burning need to service other men. I will set up some future sessions for them. More importantly, I have a unique event planned for you this Saturday night. If you have other plans, cancel them. I will give you more information about it tomorrow night. Meet me in my office down at the field house at 9:00 pm sharp. I've got a big load for you to eat and I will be training you on a specific technique that I will expect you to perform for this select group of friends on Saturday."
It was signed, "Coach."
My heart was racing. What did Coach mean by "specific technique?" Even though I felt like I was now being whored out by him, I was once again thrilled at the prospect of sucking more new cocks and swallowing more jizz from multiple men. The next night after I had finished soccer practice, showered, and had dinner in the cafeteria, I headed back down to the field house to meet Coach and learn more about what would be expected of me on Saturday night.
When I got to the field house, it was mostly empty of people but a few lights flickered in the gym. I knocked on Coach's door.
"Come in" I heard his familiar growl behind the door.
"Ah, Jay. You made it. Good." Coach was smiling at me from behind his desk as I stepped through the door to his office.
"Close and lock the door behind you cocksucker," he added, giving me a knowing smirk. The change of tone from calling me by my name to referring to me as "cocksucker" sent an electric charge to my groin and I felt my cock start to engorge with blood.
Coach grinned at me and asked: "Tonight I'm going to teach you a new technique that my friends and I like to call 'Playing the Rusty Trombone.' Are you familiar with that term?"
I looked at him, puzzled. "No, I've never heard that before."
Coach's eyes met mine. "No matter. You are about to learn what it means. I want to gauge your aptitude and willingness to perform this extremely lewd act on a select group of my friends. Over the years, I have stayed in touch with many of my former players, and as you can guess, we've shared a lot of cocksuckers together. You are our latest conquest, but what I have in mind for Saturday is a very specific kink which only a handful of friends and I deeply enjoy. Like I said, we call it the Rusty Trombone, and you'll see why in a minute."
"Now, strip," Coach barked. This was not a request, but an order.
Without hesitation I stripped off my clothes and underwear. Coach could see my already hardening cock dripping pre-cum as I took off my underwear and stood naked in front of his desk. My heard pounded, not knowing what depravity he would subject me to this time.
"Okay cocksucker, kneel down right there," he pointed to the floor and ordered me with his usual authority.
As I dropped to my knees, Coach stepped from behind his desk and walked over to me casually. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then slowly pulled them down while he stood in front of me, his groin inches from my face. I could see the bulge forming between his legs and the outline of his cock and balls through his white underwear. The aroma from his crotch made me drool with anticipation. He took off his shoes and socks and except for his underwear, was naked from the waist down as he loomed over me.
"I know you want to get your mouth around my cock but tonight we're doing something a bit differently. This technique provides intense pleasure to a man and gets his balls boiling in a way very few other techniques do. You do enjoy swallowing big cum loads, don't you cocksucker?" Coach was leering down at me as I looked up into his eyes from my kneeling position.
"Yes, Coach, it is an incredible turn-on for me to eat another man's semen. I can't tell you how excited it made me to swallow multiple cum-loads from your friends on Sunday."
"Good boy. That's what I thought." Coach replied.
"Now, as I said, what I'm going to teach you provides intense sexual pleasure for a man, building the tension in a man's balls which, when finally released, with give you the huge load you desire. Sound good so far cocksucker?"
"Yes Coach. I want to learn whatever you wish to teach me" I replied, smiling up at him.
"Good boy. Now, I'm going to take off my underwear and turn around for you. I know you've gotten used to eating men's assholes and providing pleasure there with your tongue. Tonight you are going to learn to take that to a whole new level."
I gulped with anticipation.
I Learn to Play the Rusty Trombone
Coach then peeled off his underwear and turned around so his muscular ass was in front of my face. I could smell the sweat and heavy musk from his balls and ass crack, and felt the heat emanating from his body.
"Normally cocksucker, you pull a man's ass cheeks apart when you are licking and sucking the hole, right? Tonight I'm going to pull my own ass cheeks apart to free up your hands. What I want you to do is to start licking my asshole while reaching between my legs with one of your hands and slowly stroking my cock shaft. Got it?" Coach said, while spreading his legs, grabbing his ass cheeks with both hands and pulling them wide apart for my tongue.
I inhaled his deep, musky scent, and started to flick my tongue around his asshole, tasting the soft brown hairs covering the opening. His asshole had a slightly tangy, earthy scent with got me hotter than ever. With my right hand I reached between his legs and felt for the shaft of his cock. I started to gently stroke the shaft like a trombone, feeling the pre-cum from his cockhead lubricating my up and down motions.
Coach started to moan with a deep animal growl. "That's it cocksucker. Lightly lick the hole and get a good grip around my cock. Now, slowly tug the shaft up and down."
My eager tongue flicked around his hole and lapped at the dark skin around his anus while my hand got into a groove, playing his 'trombone' cockshaft to deep moans of pleasure from Coach.
With my tongue occupied licking around and in Coach's puckered asshole, I truly was playing a Rusty Trombone!
"Okay you are doing well cocksucker. Now, with your other hand, start fondling my balls. Don't stop licking my asshole or stroking my shaft. I want you to master this part of the trick, which requires complete focus. Your job is to pleasure me intensely. Don't think of your own cock or sexual needs. It's all about pleasing me. Understand?"
"Mmph, yesh Shur." I replied, my tongue darting in and out of Coach's asshole, with my hands working methodically on his cock and balls.
"Ohh good boy...that's it cocksucker...eat my ass like a good whore and don't stop playing with the shaft and balls...ahhh....yess....you've got it now." Coach was in ecstasy at my attentions and I could sense the deep pleasure I was providing.
My tongue flickered around his anus and I felt his thick, veined cock increase its girth while his balls, which had started out hanging as a massive sack away from his groin inched up towards the base of his cock. He was right on the edge.
"Okay cocksucker. Now stop for a moment while I cool down a bit. You are going to edge me for a while as we build toward my orgasm and you get rewarded with a mouthful of warm semen. Understand?" Coach asked. He had stood up again to turn and look at my face.
"Yes Sir" I replied.
"Good, now begin again. Play that trombone for me!" He bent over again, his asshole inches from my mouth, spreading his ass cheeks wide apart.
I turned my attention back to his asshole, using my tongue as a tiny wet pleasure tool, lapping away at his brown hole, licking the sides and gently probing inside him. At the same time my right hand got back to work stroking his big cockshaft and fondling his ball sack with my left hand.
"Mmm....that's it cocksucker, lick daddy's asshole and stroke that big cock for your cum reward. You're doing fine. Don't stop, keep pleasing daddy."
"Yesh shur" I mumbled while my tongue worked its magic on his puckered brown anus.
After a few minutes Coach told me to stop as he was getting close to shooting his load. I let him cool down for a minute then got back into 'playing the trombone.' Over the next 45 minutes or so we got into a pattern where I would edge him for several minutes, my tongue providing exquisite pleasure to Coach's asshole while I continued a rhythmic stroking of his cock and balls. We would then stop for a minute so Coach could cool down. In this way I was able to slowly build Coach towards an incredible orgasm.
Coach's grunts and moans of pleasure told me he was getting to the point of no return. It was time to eat his jizz like I had been taught by so many men.
"Okay cocksucker, you are getting close to your reward." Coach announced.
