Saturday was move-in day, and my mother dropped me off at my dormitory. She was a bit teary-eyed, but I could tell she was happy I was out of the house and moving forward with my life. After she waved and sped away, I shepherded my few belongings inside, down the hall, and into my small shared room. My roommate, who I read would be Clayton Atwood, was not in yet. It was still early, and I felt a surge of excitement to see the campus. It was like moving into a giant shared house made up of acres and acres of different rooms and opportunities. Plus, as a hunter, I had to get a lay of the land of my hunting grounds. After touring a few different buildings and gardens, I saw what could only be the athletic complex. I had a good feeling I’d be spending a lot of time there. Not working out though, don’t be silly. Or maybe you could call it that.
I passed several large rooms full of machines and recreational areas, and then after one more hallway, there it was. The sauna. The mother of all gay encounter zones. I picked up a towel, shed my clothes down to my boxers, and peaked the door open. I scanned through the dim steamy room, but found no one. Welp, it was time to go fishing. I returned to the locker room and placed my pack inside. I pulled out a pair of speedo trunks, and dropped my boxers. A few others were changing, but no one paid him any mind. I smiled. This was not just an off-the-shelf speedo, it had a bit more curve to it like a thong, but subtle enough that it couldn’t be easily identified as such. I slid each foot through, my half-hard cock bouncing with the sheer eroticism. I pulled them up snug, and then for good measure, pinched them just a bit more in back, letting my full ass cheeks hang past them, pushed out just a bit more by the tightness. I put a pair of swimming goggles around my neck. It was time to go for a walk. I found my way through the hallways, following the sign towards “pool”. I opened the door out in the large aquatic complex, with 3 full size olympic pools laid out next to each other. In one there was a practice going on. The athletes had arrived early, and were already in full swing. Or stroke, rather. Gotta love strokes. I walked past the practice pool to a free swim pool, and decided to do a few laps. The pool was chilly at first, and my nipples stood hard at attention. I slid under the water to check them out. I immediately had to stop or my cock would quickly slip out of these feeble bottoms. After only a few strokes the water became sublimely pleasant. I got out again, and walked a lap, stopping by the practice area. There was a man, probably in his 40s, and from the looks of it, definitely the swim coach. He saw me watching the swimmers, and began walking over. I immediately, strangely, found myself blushing, embarrassed. I was dressed truly ridiculously. What was I thinking? “Can I help you?” “Umm, hi, my name is Lexi. I was just curious. It’s my first day, and I’m exploring. Thought I’d do a few laps, and I saw the practice going on.” I held out my hand, my tongue coyly stuck out the side of my mouth and the barbell glinting the golden-hour sun. I made only brief eye-contact. I saw his gaze float briefly down and stop on my pierced nipples, no doubt also taking in the rest of my body. After only a brief moment he flicked his gaze back up and extended his hand. “I’m Coach Park. I coach most of the swimming programs here. That’s the mens varsity team.” He pointed towards the athletes in full practice sprint. He turned back to look at me, a measured look on his face. “Nice to meet you Lexi, that’s an interesting name.” I furtively made eye contact, and I could see he was smiling. I had guessed he was of Japanese descent, but “Park” confirmed he was South Korean. He wasn’t a model, but he was trim and in-shape, had great posture, and looked confident. Or maybe I was just horny. Does a fish notice water? I pegged him at about 45. I sensed an edge to his gaze; it was open but appraising. Was that a faint whiff of hunger I detected in those eyes? Whatever it was, my asshole gave a few involuntary clenches to let me know it didn’t hate it. I checked his bulge, but his pants were a bit too baggy to make out any tasty details. Let’s not get carried away with every reasonably attractive older man. “Here you go, coach”, a voice said, coming from far below our eye level. One of the swimmers had left a kickboard in the pool near our feet, and was now wiggling away towards the other end of the pool after completing a kickturn. Park started to move to retrieve it, but I stepped in front of him. “No worries, I got it.” And I felt possessed again. This was the hunt. This was my time to play, and to see what I deserved to be as confident as I was. I realized I actually didn’t give a shit if it worked or not. I wasn’t pushing things far enough if I never struck out. I stiffened my legs, and keeping my back flat, I bent over to grab the kick board while keeping my ass fully presented. I let the board slide out of my fingers. “Oh shoot, one second.” I took a few shuffling steps forward, let my hips sway, ass not dropping an inch. As I plucked the kick board out of the pool, I flexed my ass, pulling me back up to standing. “Here you go,” I said, spinning back around. I didn’t even look at his face. Can’t be too obvious. He has to be the interested one. I sauntered back to the free swim pool, and slid in. I looked at the time. It was 7:45. Safe bet that the practice ended at 8pm. Let’s just see. The athletes all filtered out of the pool around 8pm, and he could see the coach tidying up the last few items into the locking cupboards nearby. I could tell he was about to leave. I slipped out of the pool nonchalantly, pretending to be surprised to see him. “Oh hey, Mr. Park.” I smiled. He looked a little off balance. “So…you might be the right person to ask. Does there happen to be a sauna in this complex? I love a good steam after a workout.” “Err, umm, yeah…it’s… over there.” He seemed a little flustered by my question. He began to point to the door I had entered from, but paused with it half-raised. He turned to me. “You know, I’ll just show you where it is. I’m going that way.” I smiled. Mr. Park led the way down the hallway and into the locker room. We stopped, and I looked at him. “It’s down that hall,” he pointed. He was clearly processing thoughts. Was I on to something? When he lingered a moment longer, seeming to zone out, I felt playful. “What’s the matter Mr. Park?” I raised my eyebrows questioningly, and was mostly successful suppressing a smile. The query seemed to break him out of whatever trance he’d momentarily slipped into, and he looked back at me. “I, err, you know…” he stammered. “I could also use one. I’ve hit my swimming routine pretty hard this week, and I’ve been meaning to go. This actually works perfectly, I think I’ll join you. You don’t mind, do you?” His stammering and over-explaining was cute. I was definitely having an effect. My cock twitched in my tight speedo. Any harder and I might not be very successful in hiding it. Oh shoot, wouldn’t that be a problem? “I don’t at all. It’s great to make your acquaintance, Coach.” I took a dramatic bow, struggling to suppress my smile. He looked a bit uncomfortable as we proceeded to lockers on opposite sides of the room. Out of my peripheral vision I could see him undressing. I felt my breath catch as he pulled down his underwear. Seeing him fully naked from the back, I could see how well he took care of himself. He had clearly been an athlete for most of his life, and the perfectly muscled, and deliciously round butt cheeks defied his age. Unfortunately, I didn’t get a cock shot. He wrapped a towel around himself, and I looked back at what I was doing before he turned. I also slipped my speedo down, and wrapped a towel around my waist. Wordlessly, we walked towards the sauna. Coach opened the door, and we entered into the steamy dimness. I followed his lead and took my seat on the top level bench a few feet apart from him. We closed our eyes and laid back, soaking in the heat. After a few minutes of silence, he broke it. “So are you excited to be starting college? What dorm are you in? What are you studying?” “I’m SO excited.” It was easy to release some of the natural excitement that had currently built up. “I’m not sure what I plan to study, but I think I’ll use freshman year to try a lot of things and see what appeals to me. I’m in the Jefferson dorm, although I just dropped my stuff earlier and I haven’t even met my roommate yet. I hope he’s not an asshole. It seemed more fun to explore the campus than to sit around. So much to see, you know?” I looked over at him, and let him see me give a quick glance across his lean but strong chest and stomach. Clearly more in control than a few moments ago in the locker room, he seemed comfortable, relaxed. It was hard to read what he was thinking. “Sounds like a great plan, Lexi. Too many students pick a major based on some arbitrary reason, and then become tied to it. Keep your options open. Are you an athlete too? I saw you swimming, you have a decent stroke.” The single red light in the sauna gleamed off his eyes in the dimness, his gaze penetrating into mine. I felt it become a bit harder to breathe. “No, I’ve never really shown much of a strength at competitive sports. I enjoy swimming and plenty of other activities, but I do it for fun.” “Fun is the reason we all really should do it. Do it for the joy of it. I think with a little work at it, you might be better than you think. You have great strong legs for swimming.” His gaze remained comfortable, our eyes locked. I let the silence linger. I broke it by turning away from him, extending my left leg out straight. “I’ve been swimming a bit more than I usually do this summer, and my flexibility must have gotten worse. I just never seem to get enough stretching in. Mr. Park, do you have your team stretch much?” I focused on my hamstring stretch. After a few moments he responded. “Oh yes, absolutely. Stretching is key to unlocking the full strength of the movements as well as to prevent injury.” “Hmm, that makes sense.” We drifted back into silence. I switched legs. About five minutes later, I shifted back to a seated stance, pushing my legs down. From my peripheral vision I could see his eyes were closed, leaning back against the wall. Time to have some fun. I shifted my position again to face away from him, this time moving onto my hands and knees. I initiated with a deep inhale and then slow exhale, and then began slow alternations between the yoga positions Cat, with my back raised up, and Cow, my back arched, ass flexed into the air. I started the first few lightly with small motions, with each successive round flexing my muscles harder, pushing my ass up and out further. I positioned my elbow to knock against the wedge of my towel, causing it to come loose. I let it fall off my back, and down to the bench around my knees. I pretended to be so focused on the positions as not to notice. Cat, Cow. Cat, Cow. I poured all my focus into arching my ample ass cheeks for him, hoping that even in the dim light, he might catch a glipse of my asshole. I paused, and winked it a few times. It was hard to tell in the steam, but I could swear I could feel the heat of his locked stare on my hole. The eroticism of being on my hands and knees in the luxurious steamy dimness, flexing my bare ass for this mysterious older man was not going to go unnoticed by my cock. I definitely didn’t have a small cock, and blood was fast rushing in. That must have been quite a show for the dirty old man: my ass flexed up and open, and the small barbell piercing in my perineum the dividing line above my balls and my hardening cock. That’s enough of a peep show. I let out a comfortable exhale to give him a warning, and began a slow shift back to a seated position. I rolled my shoulders and stretched my neck in a few directions. I mustered my best bored look, and looked over, curious whether he was watching. He was sitting there, eyes closed. Being a good boy. I smiled. I know you’re not a good boy. I was sitting on my towel, not an inch of body coverage. My cock laid across my left thigh. Still medium-hard and lightly twitching. Well, I was not going to make the first move. Where was the fun in that? Making the first move was like taking an automatic machine gun on a hunting trip. Boy did it work, but it would leave me unsatisfied. I saw myself as a bowhunter. Everything led up to that single shot. Shoot wide, and the animal is gone before you can reload. Hit, but miss a vital organ, and it might prance away. Success was narrow. Leaving my towel, I pushed myself to my feet on the lower bench and stepped down to the floor. Facing away from him, I stretched my arms above my head and let out a dramatic exhale. “Welp, I guess I’ll just be…” My voice caught in my throat. A hand had reached from behind me and started lightly caressing my right nipple. My nipples never failed to electrify me, and I was already paralyzed the teasing. I heard a step and then felt more of his body press up against me from behind. Then a second set of fingers started to play with my left nipple. “Let’s not go so soon, shall we?” He thumbed my nipple. “Your piercings do a great job of outing you as an insatiable nympho, as if that little show of yours didn’t.” “Oh you liked it, hmm?” I looked back towards him, and felt his hot breath on my cheek. “That was all for you. I hope I didn’t disappoint.” My cock was now rock hard and sticking out, and slightly up. He ground his hard cock across and in between my ass cheeks. I badly wanted to make him chase more, but the way he was teasing my nipples made me helpless. It wasn’t up to me anymore, my asshole called the shots. I was ravenous for his cock. I wiggled my ass, feeling his shaft slide between my cheeks and eliciting a light throaty moan. God he was turning me on. “You know, you should really be careful walking around with that huge ass of yours hanging out. You wouldn’t want any pervy students, professors, or maybe a coach or two to get the wrong idea.” “Oh yeah? Well it’s my first day, and I really don’t know much. Thanks for letting me know.” I said, in a mock cutesy voice, closing my eyes and sticking my tongue out to the side. “That tongue piercing can’t just be a fashion statement, you little slut.” “Oh it most definitely is not.” I turned around, his hands falling from my nipples. I couldn’t bear to let the pleasure stop for more than a few seconds. But I couldn’t show my true need. I was in control. My eyes flashed with lusty playfulness, locking his gaze. “Care to find out just how little of a fashion statement it is?” I could see him processing the offer. He gazed down and I could see his mouth open just a fraction, distracted by my hard cock. “99 times out of a 100, that is everything I would want. But this is different. You have something special, and I can’t wait a single second longer holding back. Now get down.” His voice turned gruff in an instant. My heart skipped a beat. He reached out and grabbed me with two hands and then half-guided half-pushed me down into a kneeling position on the bench. His aggressiveness had heightened my lust to the point where a string of precum dangled from the tip of my dangling cock. I had a feeling I knew the object of his focus, and I tingled in anticipation. I knew exactly what to do. With my face on the upper bench, I took both hands and spread my ass cheeks, hard. I put my luscious, slightly brown, and ample asshole on full display, letting it wink with anticipation. I heard a small groan. I looked back, still spreading hard and full. I wiggled my hips. “What’s the matter, Coach? The water’s great. Dive in.” He didn’t need a single ounce more of encouragement. He moved forward and replaced my hands with his. He squeezed my cheeks a few times, massaging, spreading. I loved that he was taking his time to enjoy it, and I basked in the sensory anticipation. Was he the type to kiss around the cheeks first? Maybe lick in lazy slow circles, ever closer? Or maybe he wanted to pay a visit to my balls or the cock that had so recently distracted him? None of those, as it turned out. And his directness continued to make my legs lose strength and my brain sink further into mindless bimbo nympho ass-slut mode. I felt a warm, wet, firm touch go directly to the center of my asshole, and then joined by the sensation of his lips behind it. He was a man possessed. He began passionately making out with my asshole like my hole was the lips of his deepest crush at the climax of a dream date. I smiled, and my eyes rolled back and closed. My muscles slackened from the overwhelming waves of pleasure, and I let my asshole relax and open to his prodding tongue. I think I know how I like it. Known the guy for 30 minutes and I’m tongue deep in the best rimjob of my life. What’s kissing? Maybe we’ll get around to that. I dunno, that’s pretty gay. I reached back and took a fistful of his hair, and pulled his tongue and mouth harder into my ass. I felt an overwhelming urge to suffocate him with my ass. My ass cheeks still spread painfully wide, I tightened my grip on his scalp and rubbed his tongue, his mouth, his nose all over my asshole. “Hope you took a good breath Coach, cuz my ass is the only air you’re going to get for a while.” He gave what could only be a quiet, high pitched mewling of pure joy. And he did not disappoint. Between how strongly he spread my ass, the rock hardness of his tongue (does he do calisthenics?), and my unrelenting pressure pulling his head into my ass, I felt his tongue slide inches into my ass. The hot mess of precum leaking from my cock had now touched down to the bench below. This was pure heaven. I gave his tongue a few clenches of my ass, and I was gifted a few more mewlings. Eventually he did need outside air not from my ass, and as he pulled away from my grip on his scalp I felt a strong, stinging blow out of nowhere across my right ass cheek. My cock pulsed, spewing more precum. I was sure it was reddening immediately. “Is that all you got, Coach. I thought you were an athlete?” I smiled, wiggled my ass and flinched in anticipation. I didn’t need to wait long. My left ass cheek exploded in a shockwave of pain and pleasure as he slapped it. I moaned with pleasure. He must have really wound up for that one. I’ll bet that one is going to bruise. I turned around, my eyes blazing with lust, my ass cheeks pulsing in stinging waves. I pushed him into a seat on the bench. His cock stood at attention. A good six inches. Not the most impressive, but Mr. Park has proven he knows how to do all the right things. I adopted a sing-song voice as I slowly, one knee and then the other, mounted him and teased the tip of his cock with my ass. “Oh, Mr. Park. You have a sadistic side, don’t you? You know just how to get me going. Makes me wonder what other pervy things have you done in this sports complex. How many other teenage boy buttholes have you tasted, perhaps right here in this sauna? Naughty, naughty.” Our eyes remained locked, and inside those eyes I saw who he was. He took what he wanted. He had his proclivities. I hated that I liked the perverted ones. You just never know what they would do, and their hunger was immense. I would know. With one hand I grabbed him around the throat, and with the other I reached behind and positioned his cock against my hole. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to ride you, and my asshole is going to massage this beautiful cock of yours until you spurt your cum deep in my ass. How does that sound?” Initially shocked by the hand on his throat, his mouth now hung open. He nodded breathlessly. I smiled. “Good.” Now for the best part. I closed my eyes as I sat my weight down on his cock, letting the pressure build. He could feel his spit still coating inside and outside of my ass, and it was only a few seconds before the head slipped inside. Ecstasy. I opened my eyes and started moving, slowly at first. I savored the feeling of his tip slipping in and out, letting my hole adjust to the stretch. He might not have been the longest, but he had a delicious girth to him. Each time I pushed his cock back into my ass I sat a bit lower, my eyes rolling back in my head as I felt his cock touch deeper and deeper places. Then finally, I felt my stroke terminate with our balls touching. I wiggled my hips and squeezed my asshole around the base of his cock. He let his head roll back, moaning. I bent forward and gave his left nipple a sensual teasing lick as I continued to grind my ass in circles, squeezing. Squeezing. “Holy shit, if you keep doing that you’re going to make me –” I pulled up from my nipple teasing. “Don’t you dare quit on me now.” I paused my movements and he regained his composure, looking up at me. I adopted my pouty, sing-song voice. “You got to taste my slutty, dirty asshole but not me. How in the world is that fair?” His mouth gaped open again. I slid back and off of his cock, until I was on my knees in front of him on the sauna floor. I licked up from the base and then popped the tip in my mouth, swirling it with my tongue like a lollipop. I let my eyes dramatically close. “Mmm, I taste fucking good. Don’t you think so?” I opened my eyes and gave him a wink. All he could do was nod weakly. “Alright, I’m not letting you off easy again.” I stood up, and turned around. Spreading my cheeks. He obliged and pointed his cock towards my oncoming asshole. “Thanks, babe.” I positioned myself over his cock and let myself slide back down, inch by inch. My ass was a fire of lust and I was not going to be happy until I felt him shooting ropes of cum inside of me. Time to give him the ride of his life. I placed my hands on his thighs, and began sliding up and down, rotating my hips with each stroke. I squeezed my asshole in pulses, the strongest when I felt him bottom out balls deep inside me. Not twenty seconds later I felt him tighten up. I felt a similar tightening, and I couldn’t help my amazement. Turns out the encounter had been working for me too. I sat all the way down and leaned back against his chest. “Rub my nipples,” I breathed. He obliged, teasing and rubbing in gentle circles. I began rubbing my cock, precum dripping in a sticky rope. I felt heat rising deep inside me. As I felt myself nearing, I began to grind my ass on his cock again. I turned my head back and couldn’t help but whisper in his ear, the words coming out aggressively, almost violently. “Yes, fuck me you dirty old swimming coach. You molesting pervert. Watching young men all day every day almost naked. Fantasizing about them. Preying on the weak ones, forcing your cock in them. Fucking cum deep in my 18 year old ass.” I felt him start to come, and he let out a long, deep, and definitely too-loud moan. It wasn’t the first spurt that did it for me, but the second. It felt like my ass was immediately filled with cum, and that pushed me over the edge. My asshole clamped down in orgasmic pulses as I shot my seed out into the steamy darkness, and then collapsed back against him. I felt his cock shrinking inside me until it slipped out, to a light groan from both of us. I looked back at him, and he instinctively avoided my gaze. I smiled. He’s probably feeling shameful right now. Better show him that I’m not going to slink away. I live for this. “Hey coach, can you do one last thing for me? Just hold your cock in one place.” His face registered confusion. I showed him. “Just like this, take your hand, and hold your cock still. No, I don’t need you to perform anymore.” I gave him a wink, and he seemed relieved. I stood up, turned around, and squatted, positioning my ass over his cock. “Just give me a bit, coach.” I worked on pushing out the cum from my ass, and after ten or twenty seconds, I felt it come up. I pushed it out, and with a dribble and then a wet fart, Mr. Park’s cum dribbled and slid out of my asshole and landed on his cock. “Bullseye!” I said, mock cheerily. I leaned down and took the head of his cock again in my mouth to suck off the cum, and then swallowed it with a bit of dramatic flair. The knowledge of it coming from deep in my ass threatening to start getting me turned on again. “Name a better way to swallow. I’ll wait. You know, actually I can think of a few. But those will have to wait.” I bent over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Grabbing my towel, I walked towards the door. “Don’t stay here too long, you might get heat stroke, you know.” I winked, and after a quick playful spread of my cheeks at the door, my insatiable asshole also offered him a parting wink. “See you around, coach.”
— It was dark when I left the sports complex. It was the first few hours of college and I’d already ticked off one. One down, 49 to go. Not bad, Lexi. Not bad. As I walked past the darkened buildings, I thought about the hunt to come. Professors, coaches, jocks, nerds, priests, businessmen, servers, bartenders… It was a bounty, a buffet. And they just didn’t know it yet.

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