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Damian

By Romany

(M/b)


I was assistant coach at the Rovers Soccer Club. As club football
was conducted every Saturday morning, we practiced two evenings a
week on Tuesdays and Thursdays. This saw me rushing from my job
to get to the club and get ready for the hour-long evening
sessions. By the time I arrived, most of the kids were already
changed and ready to go by five thirty. There were four girls and
eight boys in the group being as this was a mixed gender league.
All of varying standards based on the number of seasons they had
been playing. Following the instruction the practice balls and
cones would all be gathered up and placed in the equipment locker
in the clubhouse. One kid who enjoyed the practice sessions was
Damian Hansen. Damian was twelve and his parents lived in a nice
house overlooking the bay where our club house was situated.
Damian would jog to practice and walk home. Consequently his
parents seldom appeared to monitor his progress. Damian didn't
seem to mind the fact that he was probably the only kid whose
parents never showed. Noting the fussing and suffocating way some
of our eager parents behaved towards their kids, I could see why
Damian was always more laid back than his peers.

One Tuesday night we had run a little late as I had taken the
kids on several circuits of the park as a way of warming down
from the exertions of trapping and passing and weaving in and out
of the cones for ball control skills. So we got finished a little
later than normal. There rush to get kids home for dinner and
following a few dark looks from impatient parents, I was soon
left to pick up the balls and cones on my own. I set about
putting the balls into the large net bag and dragged it back to
the shed. To my delight, Damian stayed behind and started to
gather up the dozen or so plastic cones we used for dribbling
practice and had disappeared into the clubhouse with them. I
wandered into the locker room and started to strip for my shower
and realized there was a shower already running. I peeked through
the corner of the simple plastic shower curtain to see who it was
and I was surprised to see Damian standing facing the stream of
water masturbating. What made it somewhat amusing was he was
wearing a pair of black briefs which he wore under shorts, and he
was holding the waist down under his balls while flicking his
hand quickly up and down his small erect cock. I was transfixed
watching him expertly tugging at his wiener and couldn't help but
admire the look of concentration on his face. I also realized
what a pretty boy he was. I already knew him to have soft green
eyes, brown hair and an almost feminine face to look at. But
stripped down to just his briefs, he had a very nice taught young
body. I gathered my composure and silently tiptoed away to the
next shower cubicle, in case he looked up and saw me. I chuckled
to myself and dropping my towel on the seat opposite the shower
stalls, stepped behind the curtain and turned the shower on and
waited for it to warm up before standing under it to soap the
sweat from my body. The figured the kid must have thought I was
leaving the club directly, and assumed he would have a quick
shower and pull the door locked behind him as he left for home.
Perhaps having a wink at home was fraught with some danger of
discovery by his family.

I had been curious about who was in his shower, and it appears
Damian was curious about who was in my shower. He must have taken
fright when he heard me turn my shower on. I imagine he was so
engrossed tugging his pecker; it hadn't occurred to him that
anyone was till around. So when he tiptoed to my cubicle and
peered in I saw him immediately as I was still hovering just at
the back of the cubicle with my hand outstretched to check the
water was warming before stepping under. I caught a glimpse of
his face looking through the crack between the cubicle wall and
the curtain which was not completely covering the open side of
the cubicle. As I turned to look at what had caught my eye I saw
Damian staring at my cock. He was transfixed staring at it. I had
some experience man to man in my sexual history. When I was
mid-teens I had a series of jack off sessions with a variety of
buddies, culminating in  getting a number of blow jobs from a
couple of kids my own age, who I now know went onto to come out
as being gay. In college, I had participated in a drunken
gangbang of this guy who was a real slut. He lay down and four of
us fucked his arse. He lay there egging us on and in fact roused
two of my buddies to do him again. I was somewhat chastened by
the experience and my mildly homophobic nature led me to decline
a second turn in his sloppy arsehole. But Damian�s stare was
filled almost with a strange look of hunger. After what seemed
like ages he looked up at me realizing I had turned to look at
him. He was stricken with embarrassment and made to move off when
I called to him.

"Damian, wait, stop there," I said urgently.

The kid froze. I moved the curtain along a couple of feet and
beckoned him into the shower. I could hear his shower still
running. He looked at me with a look of confusion and panic.

"Come in with me Damian," I said softly.

He looked me in the eyes and I almost laughed out loud when he
gave a large swallow. A gulp if you will. The locker room door
was on one of those automatic door closers and I knew no one
could enter who did no have a key as the door had latched behind
me when I entered. I knew it was highly unlikely any club member
would be down here this late and the risk of being disturbed was
very low. The kid eventually stepped through the curtain and I
pulled it closed behind him. The water had warmed nicely and I
stepped forward a little to give us both room.  I smiled at him
and stroked his belly a few times. At first he flinched but then
he relaxed. I could see his little boner pushing against his
briefs so I slipped my hand down the waist band and took it in my
hand. He gasped and then I grinned as he half closed his eyes as
I bent it down to push the waistband of the briefs out of the way
and gave his hard little cock a series of slow strokes, making
sure I slid his foreskin up and down as I did so. The purple head
came and went as I jacked it and to my delight, he slipped his
thumbs in his briefs waistband and eased them off his hips and
butt, down past his knees.

"That�s right down Damian. Take them off," I said softly.

His eyes opened a little wider and he obeyed, stepping out of the
wet garment. I moved him slowly round so we stood facing each
other but side onto the flow of water with my back to the
curtain. He was trapped between me and the wall of the cubicle.
Not that he was going anywhere in a hurry. We were both being
warmed by the shower. I worked his cock quickly and he put his
hands on my hips to steady himself. He opened his eyes and looked
at me and I smiled.

"This is great," I whispered.

For the first time the look of apprehension disappeared as he
smiled and nodded his agreement.

I wanked him slowly now, letting him enjoy, and draw out the
sensation. I had come up hard at the eroticism of the situation
and when he glanced down to watch my hand stroking his cock I saw
his eyes widen as he saw my hard cock rising. Much bigger than
his little wiener. We were clearly both excited by what was
happening.

"Take my cock too Damian," I said softly.

He looked at me a little unsure at first then smiled at me and
wrapped a hand around my turgid cock. Within a few seconds of
holding it he grinned and started to copy what I was doing to
him. I'd never had sex with anyone so young before. I had my
first sexual experiences from when I was thirteen and that was
all-boy jack off sessions up until when I was fifteen and my wank
buddies became more conscious of the homo thing and we stopped.
But by now I had more than a few fumbles of tits and teenage
pussies with a series of puppy love girlfriends I had at prep
school and high school. I worked him a little faster again as I
decided to get him off first. I wasn't sure if he could ejaculate
yet. As evidenced by his hairless pubic area, I figured he hadn't
reached puberty yet. But I knew from my own prepubescent stage,
that an orgasm was still very strong, despite being dry at that
age. And so it proved to be. Within a couple of minutes of the
quicker pace, he all but stopped wanking me as he concentrated on
his own pleasure and soon he dropped my cock altogether and
grasped at my hips for support as his orgasm hit him. He buckled
at the knees and leaned forward so his head was against my chest
and gasped as I slowly stroked him down. He clung to me for a
minute or two and then slowly lifted his head and beamed at me. I
grinned back.

"You like that," I said as a statement rather than a question.

He nodded his head vigorously. We gazed at each other for a few
seconds then I nodded down at my waving prick, jutting before me.
He took a hand from my hip and again wrapped it around my cock.
For the next five minutes or more, he stroked me. I gave him some
small encouragers and he got more expert at giving me the
creeping sweet feeling approaching orgasm that I was seeking.
Soon I was cumming hard and his eyes widened as he saw the large
globs of cum strike his stomach, only to be washed to the shower
floor by the stream of warm water. The globules of semen floated
in the water and slid down the plughole. I gasped, just as he had
and held his shoulders. I sagged just as he had done but I
composed myself much faster. I had made it a practice of
masturbating most mornings I showered. This was familiar
territory for me; apart from having Damian with me, and it being
his small hand that did the damage.

Eventually I returned to the more pragmatic task at hand and told
him, that if he had finished showering, he'd best close his
shower off and get dressed to walk home. He nodded and did as I
asked. I quickly soaped my body and finished my quick shower. We
completed dressing together and it was time to go. As we left the
locker room I stopped and looked at the boy.

"Not a word to anyone Damian, OK?" I said.

"Not a word," he echoed.

I smiled at him and patted him on the shoulders as a sign of
confirmation we had a pact. I walked to my car and pausing to
watch him walk of in the gathering twilight, waved when he turned
to look at me as he disappeared around the corner of the
clubhouse before walking home. He waved and grinned at me. That
night I went through pangs of guilt, remorse and deep dread at
what would happen to me if it was ever discovered what happened.
I vowed this had to be a once-only thing. Even now I would get
jail if it got out I had molested the boy and induced him to
touch me. I had a very worried nights sleep. The incident played
on my mind most of Wednesday but at some hour before daybreak
Thursday morning, I jacked myself to a shuddering sticky orgasm,
thinking of the boy�s small hard-on poking out at me, and the
cute twelve year old bubble butt. Who was I kidding? The risk
might not seem worth it but I knew I wanted at least one more go
with the boy. That evening I got my wish. Damian remained after
the other kids had been spirited off by their parents, and just
as we had done on Tuesday, we shared the shower and jacked each
other off. The format went much as before. I got him off first
and then let him get me off. Several more weeks of this and
Damian could actually talk to me about what he felt and was
thinking as we traded hand jobs. He loved my hand on him. He
loved his hand on me. By now I was relatively secure in the
knowledge, that unless we were actually discovered. This boy was
committed to secrecy. I decided to take him to another level.
Instead of giving him a hand job to orgasm, one evening I sunk to
my knees and bent forward and took his little cock into my mouth.
At first he reeled back in surprise but as he felt the
combination of my hand and mouth he relaxed and soon I heard him
gurgle his approval and pleasure at this new form of stimulation.
He came quite quickly, his hands on my head to steady himself,
while sagging at the knees. When I stood up, he beamed his
approval at me. Grinned back at him and took his head in my hand
and gazed at him.

"Now my turn," I said simply.

A slight look of concern flushed his face as he stared down at my
hard cock pointing up at him. He looked up at me with those big
green eyes and smiled, before dropping to his knees. He took my
cock in his hand and I stifled a giggle as I watched him size it
up, with his mouth open mouthing an "O" as he worked out how to
attack it. Soon he had the head in and started to swirl his
tongue around it. I've had plenty of blowjobs from girlfriends
and know what I like. I like hand and mouth working in concert. I
slid a hand over his and showed him what I wanted. It took a few
minutes to teach him the stroke-and-suck rhythm but by the time I
came, gasping and groaning, I had taught him to be a good little
cock sucker. He turned his head away when he felt the first
splash of cum hit his mouth. I didn't want to frighten him by
forcing him to take it all in his mouth, so I let him take his
mouth away and he clung to my cock as the second and subsequent
half dozen squirts hit his face, eyebrow, ear when he turned his
head, and finally slither down his chest as the squirts weaken. I
held his shoulder slightly and he looked up at me and beamed. The
cum was dribbling down his cheek from the patch on his eyebrow
but the rest had washed down by the water. I moved his head so it
was more in the stream of water and the remains of my cum washed
off his face and head quickly. He stood and for the first time
since I had started this illicit affair with him, I hugged him to
me and congratulated him on his great work.

Having moved past hand jobs, mutual blowjobs were the order of
the day for the next couple of weeks. We had one brief
interruption when Damian's father and mother both appeared as we
were packing up one Tuesday evening. His father was a bit of a
geek type but his mother was quite a hottie. I had mentally
undressed her one Saturday when she turned up in a tight top and
tight cargo pants that showed off her nice arse and crotch.
Damian also had a very nice older sister, Claire. I confess I had
used her sweet fourteen year old face, and imagination of her
naked body, in a couple wank sessions I had in the wee small
hours of the morning. She took athletics and so her parents split
their time between Damian's football and Claire's track
competition. I enjoyed the days their mother Liz turned up to
support Damian as she was so easy to look at. I realized how much
better it was that they didn't come down on mid-week training. I
was locked in my illicit routine with their son and their
presence put a dampener on me as it presented a more human
dimension to the abuse I was inflicting on Damian. Thankfully
these feeble shows of interest in their son's progress were few
and far between. They were simply appeasing their conscience of
ensuring fair treatment of both kids. I knew from reputation that
Claire had promise in middle distance running. Damian was never
going to set the world on fire with his soccer skills. He was a
daydreamer and enthusiasm masked his ability.

Once their token visit was over we were back to normal sexual
contact. I had decided I wanted to go the next step so one
Tuesday evening, when we shared our shower, rather than the now
perfunctory hand job, leading to a him first me second blowjob, I
took a bar of soap and spent a few minutes washing the boy. He
stood passive as my slick hands roamed over his body and I turned
him to face the shower stream while I reached around him and slid
my slippery hands all over his smooth chest and lower abdomen.
Occasionally I slid a hand down and cupped his balls and stiff
cock and jacked him briefly before returning my hands to his
chest and belly. As he enjoyed this close contact, my stiff cock
was nestled between his legs just under his crotch. I slowly
moved as I soaped and caressed him and I realized I was very
turned on by our closeness. Not the usual feelings as we head
stood further apart when we stroked and sucked previously. Now I
was feeling very horny, like I get with normal sexual excitement
with women. Having buggered the guy in our college gangbang, I
knew anal sex was a great alternative to standard man-woman
vaginal sex. With my cock between Damian's thighs, I roamed a
hand back and slid it around his butt and into the cleft of his
buttocks. He turned his head to look back at me and I
deliberately slide my fingers over his anus; forward under his
crotch to handle his taut little nut sack and then drew them back
over the pucker. His initial look of concern melted and he faced
the front again as I goosed him. I changed hands and used the one
holding the bar of soap. His but crack was wet but the water was
cascading down his chest, so the soap made a rather slimy more
viscous residue with the sparing amount of water on his skin.
Feeling how slick and slimy it was I slid my fingers to his
pucker and slowly began to rub the slickness over it. My other
hand was now holding his erection and with the confusion between
what one hand was doing to his cock and the other hand was doing
to his anus, I slid a greasy finger into his arse. He stiffened
at first but as I pushed further in, he began to get used to it.
I offset any tension he may have felt with some nice rhythmic
stroking of his cock.

To my surprise he put his hands forward and flat against the
shower wall to brace himself against my body as I leaned against
his back. I was very hot for him and it was all I could do to
stay in control. The one time I had had anal sex, the guy was
lying flat on his back on a couch, with his legs up. He was also
well lubed before the first guy fucked him, and further loose and
slicked before I entered him as the third of four to bang him.
But Damian was much younger and he was standing so I was limited
in my approach. I worked the finger to the second knuckle and
closely monitored his reaction. He seemed OK, and apart from the
more pronounced breathing, I stood passively as I sodomized him
with my finger. I resolved myself not to try and enter him with
my cock. That was for another day. Instead, I worked his hole to
a point where I got a second finger in. At this point he did
groan and wince in discomfort. I persevered and soon he calmed
down as I now had my middle and index finger side by side in his
tight hole. I was bursting hard between his thighs, I was so
horny. I settled to jack him as I finger fucked his arse. He came
and I clung to him as he gasped and moaned his enjoyment. Once he
had calmed I turned him around and pushing to his knees, let him
take me in his mouth. I didn't last long and soon he was taking
my copious load in his mouth. He had started taking my load some
weeks back and swallowing my cum was now a normal part of the
sex.

Following this day's progression, I discussed what he was feeling
as we dressed. He admitted it was a bit weird at first but
conceded the first twinges of pain at two fingers entering him,
subsided quite quickly. He said he liked it, though I wasn't
convinced. If nothing else I knew Damian had a strong crush on me
and he really enjoyed the sex we had. I wondered if he was just
agreeing so as not to disappoint me. I told him how great it felt
having my cock between his butt and thigh and he grinned as I
said how hard it was not to fuck myself off this way. I then held
his gaze and told him I wanted to fuck his arse properly. He
stood midway through buttoning his shirt and looked a little
worried at what I said.

"It's easy Damian," I said quickly. "I'll just make sure I have
plenty of lubrication with me next time."

"But you're so big," he said somewhat plaintively. "It couldn't
fit inside me there. I'm too small."

"Damian men and boys do this all the time. I bet you can take me.
We just need to be slow and use lots of Vaseline or KY jelly," I
crooned at him.

He looked a little concerned and thoughtful.

"Do you really think so Steve?� he asked somewhat unconvinced.

"Of course Damian. And if it starts to feel sore, we slow down
and if necessary, we stop," I assured him.

"But in the shower, won't the water wash the stuff away?" he
asked, still unsure.

He had a point. And in reality, the act of trying to bugger him
up against the shower wall while he was standing; even leaning
forward with his legs apart, was going to take some control and
effort to get into him cleanly without any pain to him. But he
was obviously rationalizing the consequences and I sensed he was
really seeking something to convince him.

"Damian it will be fine," I reassured him. "We can take as long
as we need. No going forward if it gets too much for you," I
continued placing a hand on his shoulder to reassure him.

He nodded and smiled weekly.

"OK Steve, if you say so," he said meekly.

Next day I went to Boots Chemist and bought a large jar of
Vaseline, a tube of KY jelly and a bottle of KY Warming Liquid.
That evening I started the shower and climbed in. For the next
fifteen minutes I played about with the three types of lubricant.
I came to the conclusion that the Vaseline was best. I smeared
copious quantities around my own butt hole and eased my fingers
in. Then I sluiced my butt with the shower flow and decided the
Vaseline held up best of the three. Internally the water did not
impact at all as the butt hole naturally sealed off against the
flow of water. I was excited about Thursday night. I read a few
"how to blogs" on anal intercourse on the internet. The
consistent factors were lubrication, preparation and patience. I
had the position worked out that I would simply lean him against
his outstretch arms, palms against the wall like he had done
Tuesday night as I fingered him. It would be a retread of what I
had already done except I would grease his arsehole with the
Vaseline before he got his properly wet, and make sure the water
did not wash it away. I was confident it was going to last well
after I could sink myself into him.

It went exactly as I planned. We entered the shower together and
spent some minutes in mutual masturbation. I made sure we only
exposed his front or side to the water. I sucked him to orgasm
and he beamed and gurgled with delight as always. He went down on
me briefly and it was all I could do to stop myself from simply
letting him carry on as we had done many times before. But I
stopped him and helped him stand. I made him face the side of the
shower cubicle and with the water just kissing his side and one
buttock cheek; I reached for the Vaseline I had placed in the
soap caddy. I started smearing it around the actual pucker, and
slowly worked inwards. I did this thinking that my cock head
would wander a round the general target area until I could direct
it to his pucker. The lube would allow me to skid easily to the
goal. Then I slowly worked gobs of the greasy lube in past the
sphincter. He hissed through his teeth as he felt the second
slick finger join the first. For the next five or six minutes I
slowly reamed his tight arse with copious amounts of the Vaseline
on my fingers. Eventually I could slip three centre fingers of my
greasy hand into his loosening hole, to the second knuckle. I
couldn't work the pinky in as it was too short and the longer
fingers were as deep as my hand would allow. I decided I was
ready. The water hissed to the floor beside us and with my
fingers still in his sweet tight hole, I turned him towards the
front of the cubicle and whispered at him to reach out and brace
himself against the wall. The water cascaded over his head and
shoulders and some rivulets ran down the small of his back. I
coaxed him to lean by moving his feet back and running a hand
inside one thigh, coaxed him to spread his legs. I reared up
behind him and with my free hand holding my hard cock, I zeroed
in on the fingers in his butt to test the relative height between
us. I adjusted his angle of lean so my fingers in him were level
with the head of my cock. I was conscious of the small river
running off the base of his spine, and the small of his back,
down into the furrow between the buttocks. I slid my fingers out
and quickly pushed my cock head forward to plug the hole from the
intruding water, lest it dilute the Vaseline. I looked down and
slid the cock head to the centre of the pucker. I could tell the
Vaseline was holding on his skin as it had a decidedly opaque
look brought about by the warm water. I knew I should move
quickly.

Holding one of his hips and the head of my cock, I slowly pushed
forwards. At first there was resistance and I saw my cock bend
against the force of my push and the tightness of the pucker. He
groaned, more I anticipation of pain than pain itself. I moved
the head a little up and down and too my amazement, his slick
pucker suddenly yielded and I staggered lightly as the cock slid
in as far as my hand wrapped around it would permit. I sensed I
was engaged and I took my hand off my cock and transferred it to
his other hip. Holding him this way I raised slightly, given the
angle his back was at, and slowly pushed into him. My one and
only experience at this was no reference to what was happening
now. I used my normal hetero instinct for penetrating women in
this self same stance; something I had done a number of times.
Easing forward with a slight uplift of the hips and I slowly
embedded myself in the boy�s hot arse. I could hear the water
hissing onto the floor off his back and I was also aware of my
own breathing. Damian was groaning with discomfort and yet held
on stoically without trying to shed my intrusion into his tight
arsehole. Very few complaints, just low groans. I was amazed at
how well he was taking it. Once I saw I was all but in, I
withdrew slightly and pushed again. I did this several times and
soon I could not see between our bodies and my pubic bush was
pushed against his arse. I held myself there.

"Are you OK Damian?" I asked quietly.

"Yes. It's OK. It doesn't hurt much," he gasped back at me.

"It doesn't hurt much?" I asked quickly. "It does hurt then?"

"Stretching side to side," he panted. "It feels weird rather than
sore," he added.

"Give me a hand Damian," I said. "Reach back around your butt."

He did as I asked, and I watched him adjust his remaining hand
pressed against the wall to centre his weight evenly against it.
I took his hand and moved it between our bodies.

"Feel it Damian. I'm right in you to the hilt," I crooned. "Balls
deep in you."

He laughed a short almost hysterical laugh at what he felt and
what he realized was happening. He briefly tried to look back but
his need to concentrate on holding his weight aborted this
movement. He moved his hand and I felt him flip his fingers over
the base of my cock. Satisfied he had the idea of where I was up
to, he returned his hand to the wall and repositioned them to
balance his weight. With his hips in my hand, I fucked him slowly
and deliberately. Moving in deep and back until the cock head
only was engaged, then pushing firmly back to the hilt. I enjoyed
myself immensely and slowly built the speed, holding him firm. As
I got faster I became a little more wayward in my approach and
occasionally I heard him gasp or groan in apparent discomfort.
Each time he made the noise I slowed and centered my effort until
he relaxed again, and then I would fuck faster. I drew it out for
at least ten minutes, with some extreme difficulty. This was
without doubt the tightest hottest hole I had ever fucked in my
twenty four years. I was in blissful heaven and soon I was aware
I was gasping and groaning and almost sobbing at the exquisite
feelings this was giving me. Occasionally I asked how he felt and
each time he grunted he was Ok or fine. Eventually I could not
stem the inevitable flush of pre-orgasmic rush the groin signals
the cock as the core of my prostate, urethra and cock all combine
to tell me I am going to cum whether I like it or not. And I did.
I had increased to a steady rutting fuck. Like the dog on the
bitch. Short sharp jabs as I groaned and cried at the pleasure I
was experiencing; and suddenly I started to shoot deep into his
bowels, crying loudly with the water splashing onto my face from
his back, as I gritted my teeth with my chin now resting on his
spine, and fucked my load deep into him.

It took me some time to calm down. His arms were bent as I had
pushed him towards the wall with me exertions during my orgasm. I
slowly reared back off him, realizing my hands had slipped off
his hips and I had wrapped my arms under his stomach as I held
him and fucked him. I slowly eased up and he felt the release of
my body weight and he stood with me. I was still half embedded in
his arsehole and at one point where my superior height made it
impossible for me to stay in him, my cock which was bent down due
to his being shorter, was wrenched from his sphincter causing a
gasp of pain from Damian's lips. He quickly recovered from the
sharp pang of discomfort and slowly turned to face me, the water
playing off his back and shoulders and spray hitting me in the
face, neck and chest. He stood smiling at me.

"I did it Steve," he beamed. "We did it," he corrected.

"You did it Damian. You took me deep and hard," I said. "Just
like as if you had done it many times before," I congratulated
him and lightly held his shoulders.

"Now just the final step," I continued.

He gave me a peculiar look as if to say 'what else is there' just
as I pressured him down to his knees. My cock wavered in front of
his face and he suddenly knew what I wanted. He looked up with
some apprehension. I nodded at him as a tacit command and slowly,
still looking up at me, his mouth opened and he drew my semi hard
cock between his lips. He soon placed a hand around the base of
my shaft and sucked and licked as he did when he blew me. This
act of subjugation to lave the slick combination of grease, cum
and his internal funky mucus was my way of exerting my dominance.
He was mine. I made him continue and finally let him come up for
air as my erection slowly ebbed away. I made him turn to the
stream of the shower and let the small rivulet appear down the
small of his back once more, and taking a bar of soap, I gently
washed his arsehole, pushing the sudsy water into him, with my
fingers. I cleaned him this way for several minutes. Making sure
he stood as upright as he could. Just like a woman who had taken
a man's cum, I knew gravity would see the ejaculate drain out of
his anal cavity. I washed any away with the soapy water and
fingering him open induced the cum to flow out. I couldn't tell
visually. It was just supposition and expectation that what I was
doing was indeed cleansing his arsehole. Finally I was sure I
could not do any more and replaced the soap to the caddy beside
the Vaseline. He turned and rinsed his back and shoulders and
after moving abreast of him to let the water splash my chest and
down my groin, I turned the shower off. We left the shower and
taking our towels, started to dry ourselves.

We talked little as we dressed. I asked him several times how he
felt and he smiled and answered he was great. I asked him if he
enjoyed it and he grinned and nodded. I mentioned I couldn't wait
until next time and he agreed, albeit a little muted in his
enthusiasm. When we were dressed I stood looking at him.

"Damian, until training ends, I will fuck you this way every time
we shower," I said firmly.

His face took on an almost serious look and he held my gaze. He
nodded.

"Are we good Damian?" I asked sincerely.

"We're good," he answered softly.

I retrieved the Vaseline and my soap and we packed our practice
gear and left together. As winter was well under way, mid-week
coaching would soon end due to the weather turning too nasty for
the youngsters. But until that time, for the remaining three
weeks, I fucked him, bent over and braced against the shower
wall. And he quickly became just as adept at taking my cock into
his arse as he had in wanking me and blowing me. Time together
was precious. To precious to try and arrange a better time for
contact at a better venue. Sex in the shower was how it began; it
was not to be tampered with as it worked well. I never once
contemplated letting him try and enter me. I was the top and he
was the bottom. He loosened nicely every time I prepared his hole
with the Vaseline. Always after I blew him first; as his release.
As if it was his treat. He assumed the position without coaxing
and he groaned as I rutted him deep, but took everything I pushed
at him. He was decidedly dejected the last time after I fucked
him. He knew there was no more Tuesday and Thursday sex. We had
discussed how we could meet. In truth I had tried to find an
alternative meeting place. I had worried that the ease of what we
were getting away with could not last. Sooner or later someone
might come down to the club of an evening, and seeing my car,
come looking to see where I was. Or maybe even Damian's folks.
They lived close. This was always a possibility, although Damian
thought this not likely as they would not eat dinner until Damian
had arrived home from training and not go out after that. So
without an obvious ruse to get together beyond football practice,
we agreed we wait and see what the next season would bring. I
promised to keep in touch after the season in case opportunities
for us to get together came up. He was very mature about this
situation despite being a little tearful we had to cease our
illicit meetings.

The reality was that I received a very good offer to join a third
division feeder club as a full time employee. I jumped at the
chance. I told the club and the families of my team, as I met
them over the next few game days. Damian was clearly sad at my
news and for awhile, I was unsure how he might react. I worried
that he might resort to some juvenile ultimatum to stop me
leaving, by perhaps threatening to squeal on us. But I
underestimated his appreciation of the seriousness of our trysts
and when I asked him if he was still solid in our pact of
secrecy, he nodded; but I saw the tears in his eyes. I had taken
him aside on our penultimate match day, as I wanted to understand
his state of mind. I concluded it was another watershed in a
young boy�s life. I was good friend who moves on. These things
happen. The club gave me a nice send off party which the majority
of my players attended with their parents. Damian�s parents were
particularly generous and gave me a very nice new Umbro track
suit top as a going away thank you present. It was with genuine
sadness that I left the club.

I never again sunk down into the depths of sin by going with a
minor. In my new role the players are all male in their mid-teen
to late teens and the sweet temptation of virile young men is
always there. But I resisted the carnal yearnings I sometimes
found creeping close to the surface of my sexuality. The stress
of the memory of Damian and I, sometimes surfaces and I find
myself shaking and sweating, lest Damian himself suffer some life
altering stress which causes him to purge this dark secret we
share. Perhaps through counseling, or a breakdown; bringing a
confession of this past abuse. I�ll never ever be free from that
worry or thought but I can mostly keep it hidden.

Sadly at some level, I find myself looking at prepubescent boys
and girls and for a brief crazy moment, I imagine them nude. What
they would look like bending forward in a shower. I never took
Damian any other way so I cannot visualize how it might be in the
missionary position; or him sitting on my cock. It is also true
for young budding girls. I see them in their bathing suits at the
baths where we go for water training and steal peeks at there
budding breasts and swell of the pubis and sex. I think of what
it would be like to see these young girls just off the cusp of
womanhood, naked. I steel myself and parse by, or look away. I
have too much to swing for, should I ever be exposed. I can�t
afford to risk it. I might get away with the corruption of young
Damian. But it is too risky to push the probability of discovery
by returning to such risky ventures.

I hold this burden inside. I have no right to complain and it
will never leave me.




The End

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