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As he counted his players off the flight and onto the team bus, Jim Frazer was beaming. It was only early in the season, but his squad had been training hard and winning matches. They were good kids. He was proud of them.

“Eleven… Twelve… Thirteen. Great, that’s everyone — let’s go please, driver!” shouted Coach Frazer.

Jim Frazer loved away matches, it was a good change of scene for the boys, it really helped the team to bond together, and it was a chance to test their skills and strategies in different pools, in different conditions, against different teams.

“Right, everyone!” shouted the Coach. “We’re on a pretty tight schedule on this trip. We’re going straight to the hotel now, we’ll eat together as a team, and then I want everyone to get an early night tonight. We’ve got a training session in the pool first thing in the morning, then we’ve got the afternoon off. Our match is at 5 PM, we’ll then stay the night, and then we’re flying back home early the next morning. Is that clear? Any questions?”

The coach looked around the bus at the excited faces of his players.

“Yes, Dean?” said the Coach, acknowledging the team captain, Dean Monroe, who had raised his hand.

“Just a quick logistical question, Coach?” asked Dean. “What are the rooming arrangements for the hotel?”

“You can work that out please, Dean…” replied the Coach. “We’ve got seven twin rooms at the hotel — so one of you will need to share with me. I don’t care who — as long as they don’t snore.”

Dean pulled out his phone and quickly began typing out a rooming list, most of the pairings were fairly obvious — they were usually in twin rooms when they travelled, so most people had a regular room-mate. They always travelled as a squad of thirteen plus the coach. Usually the Coach would have his own room, but if they couldn’t get a triple room at the hotel then someone would have to bunk in with him.

“I’ve texted it to you now, Coach!” shouted Dean.

The coach pulled out his phone to check the list that the captain had sent him:

  1. Dean & Bobby

  2. Stevie & Paul

  3. Carlos & Juan

  4. Daniel & Frederico

  5. Johnnie & Peter

  6. Tom & Andre

  7. Coach & Mikey

Jim Frazer smiled as he read the rooming list that Dean had compiled. He hadn’t shared a room with Mikey before — the newest addition to the squad. The squad that Frazer trained was around twenty hopeful water polo players, but he only ever took the best thirteen on the road for away matches.

Once the bus had arrived at the hotel, the players grabbed their kit bags off the bus while the coach sorted out the room keys with reception, handing them out as the players filed past him.

“7 PM in the hotel restaurant for team dinner please, guys!” instructed the coach, repeating himself several times.

This was a familiar drill for the squad, they were used to travelling together as a team, and used to how the logistics of these trips generally worked.

“Right, I think that’s it…” said the coach eventually, looking around and seeing that all of the players except one had been bundled into a lift, “It’s you and me, Mikey — let’s go and check out our luxurious room.” They both knew that the room would be far from luxurious. They rode the lift in silence. The Coach knew that Mikey was a shy kid — Mikey was still settling into the team, and the coach was glad that he’d have a chance to get to know him a bit better on this trip.

The room was simple, but clean and functional — two single beds, a desk, a television, and a bathroom.

“Which bed do you want, Mikey?” asked the Coach.

“Oh, I’m easy, Coach…” shrugged Mikey. “Take whichever one you want, I don’t care.”

“Okay — I’ll take this one…” decided the Coach, throwing his bag onto the bed closest to him. “We’ve got an hour before dinner — did you want to go and hang out with the other guys or something?”

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“Nah…” replied Mikey, lying on his allocated bed. “I’ll just play on my phone for a bit.”

“Sure, kid — whatever you want…” nodded the coach. “I’m going to grab a shower.”

The coach stripped off his clothes. They always travelled in the team tracksuit, but he was feeling hot and sticky after sitting on the plane. As he pushed his briefs down and his cock swung free, he could feel Mikey checking him out, pretending to be busy with his phone but grabbing quick glances at the coach’s solid muscle-bear body and thick, meaty cock. The coach smiled to himself and headed into the bathroom.

The coach pulled the shower curtain back and stepped in — the water felt good, washing over the coach’s body, sluicing down over his shoulders and down his powerful chest. The coach squeezed some body soap into the palm of his hand and began to soap himself up. He was horny, travelling always did that to him. As soon as his soapy hand touched his cock it began to lengthen and thicken, hardening quickly as the coach slowly began to stroke himself.

He decided to quickly jack himself off — he was horned-up and he wasn’t going to get much privacy on this trip. The coach leaned back against one of the walls of the shower and began to apply himself, stroking his generous foreskin all the way forward and then slowly pulling it back with his soapy hand, backwards and forwards, closing his eyes as the pleasure began to take hold of his body.

Hearing the bathroom door open, the coach quickly opened his eyes — it was Mikey. The kid was staring straight at him, watching him jack his cock.

“Shit! Sorry, Coach!” apologised Mikey, clearly embarrassed. “I… I just really needed to pee… I couldn’t hold it any longer… I didn’t realise that you were…” The coach laughed.

“Don’t be stupid, Mikey…” smiled the coach, removing his hand from his hard cock, “You caught me jacking-off, it’s no big deal. If you need to take a piss then go ahead — I’ll jack-off some other time.”

Mikey stepped up to the toilet and the coach soon heard the steady stream of Mikey’s piss hitting the water in the toilet bowl. The coach washed the soap from his body, turned the water off, grabbed a towel and began to dry himself.

“Are you going to have a shower?” the coach asked Mikey, as Mikey finished his piss and tucked his cock back into his tracksuit pants. Mikey turned around his eyes went straight to the coach’s cock — it had softened a little but was still pretty chubbed up and aroused.

“Um…” mumbled Mikey, seemingly in a bit of a daze.

“What’s up, Mikey?” asked the Coach. “You seem a bit out of sorts?”

“It’s just that Dean said…” began Mikey.

“What did Dean say?” asked the coach.

“Well…” continued Mikey. “Dean said that whoever shares a room with you has to be prepared to be fucked until they can’t walk anymore…”

“Buddy — Dean was just messing with your head…” laughed the coach, ruffling Mikey’s hair. “There’s no such obligation. It’s been a long time since I’ve fooled around with any of the players on the squad.”

“Oh…” said Mikey.

“What now?” laughed the coach. “Now you look disappointed!”

“Well…” began Mikey. “I guess I’d kind of psyched myself up for it…” He stared at the coach’s cock, it seemed to be growing again. “When you got undressed before, I thought you were getting ready to fuck me… and then when I saw you jacking-off in the shower, I… I don’t know… I just wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to take something that big… But now… looking at it now… I guess I just really want to give it a try…”

The coach dropped his towel and stepped forward and embraced Mikey, wrapping his arms around the boy in an affectionate bear-hug.

“Come here, you stupid kid…” smiled the coach, running his fingers through Mikey’s hair while he pressed his naked body against the young player. Mikey could feel the coach’s hard cock trapped between them. “You shouldn’t let yourself get all worked up like that. Listen — you’re horny, I’m horny. We’ve got a bit of time before we have to meet the others for dinner, come back out into the bedroom and we’ll get each other off, release some of that tension that you’ve been building up. How does that sound?”

“Sounds good…” nodded Mikey.

“Come on — get your clothes off and we’ll sit on my bed and watch some porn…” decided the Coach, taking charge of the situation.

Mikey quickly stripped off his team tracksuit. The coach noticed that Mikey was wearing a jockstrap. The coach loved jockstraps. As Mikey pushed down his jock strap his big cock swung free.

“Jesus, Mikey, I’ve seen you in the showers a few times, and the size of your cock impresses me every time!” admired the coach. Mikey looked a bit embarrassed. “No need to be embarrassed, kid — you were wondering if your ass could take my cock, but your cock dwarfs mine, you should be proud of that thing!”

Mikey happily crawled up to sit next to the coach on his bed. The coach fired up his laptop and grabbed a bottle of moisturiser from his bag.

“So, what sort of porn do you watch?” asked the coach, his fingers poised to enter a Google search into his laptop.

“Um… I kind of like watching group sex… orgies and stuff…” began Mikey. “Or, I really like watching where one guy gets totally gang-fucked by a group of guys…”

“Yeah…” agreed the coach. “That’s hot…” The coach quickly typed into the search bar “Tumblr+gay+porn+gang+fuck” and a stream of Tumblr feeds appeared that delivered exactly what Mikey had described.

The coach squeezed a dollop of moisturiser into the palm of his hand and then handed the bottle across to Mikey, so that he could do the same. They both propped themselves up with pillows to find a comfortable position to watch the screen, while the coach scrolled through the images, GIFs, and video clips that their search had delivered.

Slowly beginning to jack his own cock, the coach looked across and saw Mikey’s hand smearing the moisturiser all over the head and shaft of his cock.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” smiled the coach. Mikey nodded, his greasy hand sliding up and down the shaft of his cock as they both watched the images of hot naked guys that they were scrolling through online.

The coach stopped scrolling when he came across a video clip called Muscle Boy Workout.

“Check this out…” said the coach, clicking play on the clip. It was a group of young jocks, just wearing shorts and no tops, working out in a gym — there was about nine of them. It quickly turned into a game of who could do the most chin-ups, the penalty for the loser was that he had to suck the cocks of the other guys.

“Fuck, those guys are hot…” observed Mikey quietly, picking up the pace slightly as he jacked his cock. The gym guys on screen were all soon naked and pairing off — sucking each other at first, but then quickly moving on to fucking each other. “Aw, fuck yeah…” moaned Mikey. As the clip on screen progressed, one cute young blond guy ended up on his back, and his buddies all took turns sliding their hard cocks into his well-lubed boy-cunt.

“Man…” moaned the coach. “That kid is going to take a lot of cock… what a slut…”

“Yeah…” agreed Mikey, his fist gliding up and down his long cock-shaft. “He looks like he fucking loves it though…. loves taking all that cock… his buddies… his team-mates… all fucking him…”

The guys on the screen began to reach their climax, each guy taking turns to blow their loads all over the blond guy’s sloppy cunt and then fucking their cum into him, mixing it with the cum that their buddies had already deposited.

“Oh fuck… moaned Mikey. “So much fucking cum… Jesus… I’m getting close…”

“Yeah… do it kid…” encouraged the coach. “I’m ready too… Oh fuck! Fuck! Here it comes!” The coach’s cock erupted in a torrent of cum, huge ropes of sticky white juice shooting up and coating his hairy chest and drooling down his stomach.

“Oh yeah — me too!” grunted Mikey, pushed over the edge by seeing his coach blow his load. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” The first shot of cum from Mikey’s cock landed on his cheek, and then it hit his chest, coating him in gooey spunk as it pulsed out of his big greasy cock.

The coach closed his laptop and put it to one side, smiling as he looked across at the cum-covered young player sitting next to him on his bed. He reached over with his finger and wiped up a dollop of the cum that was dripping from Mikey’s cheek. The coach sucked his finger, tasting Mikey’s cum.

“You taste good, kid…” smiled the coach. The coach leaned forward and kissed Mikey, gently at first, but then deeper, passionately, their tongues sharing the taste of Mikey’s cum as their bodies pressed together, slippery and gluey from the cum that coated them both. “We’d better hit the shower…” smiled the coach. “Don’t want to be late for dinner.”

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Antonio En La Playa by Marc DeBauch (image supplied)
Antonio En La Playa by Marc DeBauch (image supplied)

I caught up with artist Marc DeBauch to look at his series of work titled Beach Boys.

When did you discover and start to explore your passion for art?

I started drawing and painting when I was three years old. Before I was five, I remember creating a crayon drawing of the Sinking of the Titanic on the rough plaster of the living-room wall of my parents’ house. It was impossible to remove — my parents weren’t happy with me, but after that they provided me with enough art materials to pursue my creative interests without destroying their home.

Lonnel on the Beach by Marc DeBauch (image supplied)

When did you start specialising in painting naked men and creating erotic art?

It was 36 years ago when I started painting male nudes and selling them in a local gay book store. Then, in 1995, I entered two paintings in the Tom of Finland Foundation’s Emerging Erotic Artists Contest. I was won first place, which opened the door for my art career, as I was immediately approached by galleries and magazines that wanted to feature my art.

This gave me the confidence and notoriety to exhibit and sell my work at erotic art fairs and gay events. At that time, the internet was just emerging, so my friend Andrew created a website for me, which was a fantastic tool to get my art out to people around the world.

Aussie Boy by Marc DeBauch (image supplied)

You’ve written that Tom of Finland is one of the major influences on your work — when did you first encounter the work of Tom of Finland?

I remember seeing Tom of Finland’s art in a porno magazine my friend had in high school. I was just amazed at the sexual tension, outrageous anatomy, and attention to detail in Tom’s art.

This was back in the early 1970s, so gay porn was just emerging legally in magazines and films. At the time, I wasn’t talented enough to draw the human figure accurately. But, I was fascinated enough to want to try. My sister’s boyfriend was a photographer, and he gave me his dark room equipment — back then you actually had to develop film, as there were no digital cameras.

I talked a friend into posing naked for me while jacking off, and I developed the film and made some prints. I was 14 years old, photographing another 14-year-old boy. It was very exciting creating my own porn! Unfortunately, my dad — being supportive of my art — wanted to see the photos, and of course I couldn’t show him. Not only did he not approve of gays, he didn’t want his son to be gay. He would have probably hit me if he knew I was a homosexual creating gay porn! So, I destroyed the photos almost in front of him, while saying — “The photos didn’t turn out and I would show him better work at another time.”

I was scared and freaked out. I knew I was self-censoring. But I also realised that if I was going to create erotic art that I would have to do it in secret. When Tom of Finland began drawing naked men, he also had to make his art in secret. I think most erotic artists learn to be very careful about choosing the right audience to exhibit their work to.

Trevor on the Beach by Marc DeBauch (image supplied)

Where do you draw your inspiration from?

My inspiration comes from people I know. I’ve been fortunate to see and meet many beautiful men in my life. Capturing their beauty and illustrating them in a unique way, is my goal.

What’s your creative process?

My creative process is different every time I paint. Sometimes an idea for a painting just pops in my head and I try to find model to pose for a photo to match my vision — that’s often the easiest route.

I rarely work from a live model. My paintings take so long to create — I often work all night on a painting — so, finding a model to sit for that long of a period and whenever I want them, is impossible. I use the photos of my models as reference.

Often, I look through hundreds of images and piece things together in a collage. It’s more like a jigsaw puzzle — lots of pieces missing, and my mind fills in those missing pieces with an arm from this model, the chest from another, the dick from another, the face from another, and so on, until I have the entire figure. But then I have to decide how the light and setting will pull all of those puzzle pieces together.

I have dozens of photos that are my references for every detail of plants, animals, rocks, furnishings. I sort through a constant mess of photos — gradually eliminating those references as my brain digests the information and my brush puts it on the canvas or paper.

The paintings that form the Beach Boys series are beautiful — what are some of the challenges in creating beach scenes like this?

Trying to find a balance between the setting and the model is always a challenge. I don’t want the model to overpower the beach, or the beach to feel more important than the model. I want my paintings to have a natural feeling, like you could be at the beach with my models.

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Who are the men featured in the paintings of the Beach Boys series?

The men in my Beach Boy series are mostly friends that have modelled for me. Sometimes I find a photograph of a model that someone else has taken, that inspires me to use it as a reference pose to work from, then I find one of the photos of a beach that I’ve visited and I try to recreate a similar pose in a drawing that will eventually become a painting.

What do you hope that people feel when they look at your work?

I don’t want to just give the viewer of my art an erection, I want them to feel like they’re part of the painting, that they want to invite the men in my paintings into their homes, their beds, their dungeon, their car, their locker room, or the bushes for a hot fuck, butt licking, cock sucking, ass spanking good time.

I hope to excite the viewer visually, emotionally as well as spiritually. It’s my goal as an artist and sexually active gay man to paint erotica that continually challenges the views of people who oppose sexual freedom. If my paintings assist the viewer in discovering where they are in the spectrum of human sexuality, then my aim is reaching its target.

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After the Swim by Marc DeBauch (image supplied)

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