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Getting sucked by the coach
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Coach Styles Version 1.1 by Chris Briggs.
I finished five laps around the track and came inside and showered
like I did everyday. It was monday and I was dragging around like I
always did on a monday. I was rinsing off when I noticed Coach Styles
watching me. He was sitting on the bench across from the showers,
twirling his whistle, watching me. I didn't think anything of it.
On Tuesday I did my running routine and came in and showered. When I
came out he popped up out of nowhere and gave me a drying towel. I
said thanks to him and he just smiled and walked away. I figured he
was just one of those strange people we run into from time to time.
I am 18 and a senior in high school. I have an exercise class that
meets at 4:00 everyday after school. Coach Styles is 24 and just out
of college starting his career at my high school. Everybody says he
is a real cool cat. The girls say he is a hunk. I am a tense dude
and use the exercise to build myself up and let my tensions out. I
live on a farm that is breaking even, which is good considering how
times are. I am building up a good physique. I enjoy the attention,
my mother says I am going to make a fine catch for some lucky girl.
Sure, the first time a girl spread her cunt for me I lost all interest
in females or anybody for that matter.
On Saturday I came in to work out just because I didn't have anything
else to do. I got all pumped up and was ready to leave. I started to
shower and began lathering up. I heard the door shut and heard
footsteps. I then heard some rustling and then the plick plat plick
plat of bear feet. I dropped my soap and reached down to get it.
Coach Styles beat me to it. He handed it to me. He was nude to. I
never noticed before, but he was rather slim but kinda built up to.
He was also completely erect. I tried not to notice, but it was so
obvious. I chuckled to myself. It had been weeks since I had even
had a semi-erection. I masturbated once when I as 16, but since then
I usually didn't have time or was too lazy to care.
He was funny acting that day, quiet, staring straight at my
mid-section and crotch. I wondered if he was gay. He spoke.. "I've
been admiring you mister." Direct, cold, unemotional. I felt a funny
feeling in my guts. "In what way Coach?" I returned conversation
hoping I could hurry up and get out of there. "You're a very well
hung young stud." Bingo. He was gay. Time to leave. I started to
turn. He came right over and put his hand on my shoulder. "Don't
leave so soon you fat dick. You don't seem to understand the
opportunity you could be missing out on!" His breath came quickly.
My heart raced, "Coach I don't think.." "Shush. Sssh. We are alone,
the door is locked. Just be a good fat dick for me, you can moan and
gasp as much as you want and no one will hear you or ever know. I
know how to treat fat virgin dicks like you boy, so just enjoy."
He got on his knees man. I was nervous and tingly, I felt like
running, but I couldn't move. I just stood there against the shower
wall with this man in front of me on his knees. He felt my ass, he
felt all over it. I could hear him gasp and breathe funny. I think
he got a rise out of feeling it. He ran his hands down the backs of
my legs. "Yeah boy, nice chunky man legs with a little hair on them,
damn what a bod." His trembling hands caressed the inside of my
thighs, moving upwards.
I know I was shaking a little. I was feeling kinda high. "It sure is
taking you a long time to get hard boy. Let go man, just go with it."
Then he ran his hand over my penis. I felt a thrill race through it.
He ran his hand across it again. Faint impulses were beginning to
grow. He bent forward and kissed it. "Come on big fella, I know you
want me to." He kissed it again. I felt a strong pulsing thrill
then. Then he just licked it sloppily again and again. "You are a
hard one to get started boy" He took my limp penis in his hand and
held it. He tickled the head of it with his finger. Nothing. Then
he put it all the way into his mouth. Suddenly I felt his tongue
brush my dick head and I inhaled quickly. He let it out. "Ah ha, I
know what you like now, you fat dick." He licked it again and slowly
it trembled and got a little bigger. He smiled. He put it in his
mouth and nibbled it and let it slide out slowly across his wet
tongue.
We watched together as it pulsed and bobbed up and swelled up, slowly
rising, getting pinker, shinier, much fatter. My glowing 10 inch meat
pole stood there erect and heavy, slightly pulsing, inches from his
face. I felt slightly embarrassed at my lack of control. "Now,
that's a good dick. You can hold on to me here," he said, placing my
hand around his neck.
He held my buns so tight they almost hurt. My mind was almost gone.
I loved these new feeling. The pain turned to pleasure quickly and I
just let go of my reservations and enjoyed. I held his head firmly
and pushed my penis deeper into his mouth. His tongue darted and
wrapped around my fat dick head. He licked on it and put one of his
hands on my loose-sagging balls, tightly. "When you feel like you are
gonna come you tell me quickly boy." Oh man he sucked my dick good.
I just about got weak in the knees several times. I began to feel a
burning hot pulsation in the base of my penis. A frothing, rolling
orgasm was forming in it. It quickly rolled closer. "Oh Coach Oh
ummm." He gripped my ball sac between his fingers in a way that
didn't hurt but only stopped the incredible feeling of oncoming
orgasm. He squeezed my dick shaft from the bottom up to the swollen
head and a clear liquid squirted out. It was stringy. I had never
noticed it before. He licked at it, sucked it out, played with it.
He licked the tip of my dick. He sucked gently at the cock slit. I
really wanted to come now. He took about 4 inches of my almost purple
dick into his mouth and began working it in and out of his lips. I
could feel his teeth around the center of my dick shaft every once and
a while. I could feel the roof of his mouth tickle my dick heads
swollen ridges. He moved his head back and forth in a way I can't
explain. I saw colors in my mind. I felt like I had to piss badly.
The feeling rose slowly. I slid down the wall and sat on the soapy
floor groaning.
Suddenly he got up and embraced me. He teethed on my pectoral muscles
and sucked the nipple tips. "I wanna eat you alive boy, oh god you
are so hot, so beautiful. I wanna hear you scream you virgin dick
piece." I felt a little uncomfortable as I felt his hardness
stuff into my ball sac accidentally while he was licking and tickling
my pecs. I felt parts of his body slide around on me. All this
closeness excited me more. "Do you wanna come inside or outside
boy?" "I don't care, just do it Coach!" I gasped out.
He grabbed my shaft and pulled it towards him and instead of stuffing
it into his mouth he just ran his tongue around the outside of the
incredibly swollen head. Orgasm was unavoidable now. I just moaned
and twitched as I felt it pounding upward. My penis vibrated hard and
my balls got tight against my body. Then I felt a hard pulsing
feeling coming up inside my dick. Then a volley of thick white semen
streamed out of my cock slit. It rushed out onto his cheek. He
opened his mouth a little and some squirted into it. I wondered how
he could stand to eat the stuff, but nevertheless it excited me more.
The stuff felt hot and thick and I moaned very loudly as a second and
third orgasm slammed into me. The semen streamed out and ran down my
dick pole all over my balls. It cooled and clotted on his stomach
hairs and my leg hairs. He let my penis go and it quickly got soft
again. It felt a little sore as I squeezed out some semen.
He toweled the semen clots off his face and body and then cleaned me
off and I had to go piss badly. I pissed a slow mixture of urine and
semen. It was funny how it seemed hard to piss now. I watched Coach
Styles get dressed. He put his briefs on over his still hard penis
making a little dark stain in the shiny blue fabric where his bulging
dick head rested. He must have been really excited. I silently
wondered why he didn't want me to do the same to him. In a way I was
kinda glad he didn't. "Son you come on back here next saturday, I
have another trick I want to show you."
I walked outside, and laughed to myself. I felt relieved somehow.
Some of my stress was gone now. My pace quickened and my thoughts
raced toward next Saturday...
I had a hard time keeping my concentration this week. I kept thinking
about last saturday and Coach Styles. I kept thinking, "I've lost my
virginity ... to a man!" I would see him in the hallways smiling at
me. After gym I would come out of the shower and he would be standing
in the locker room looking at me. When I passed him he would whisper,
"saturday boy." Half of me was nervous. Half couldn't wait until
saturday!
I wondered privately why a 24 year old man with good looks couldn't
screw a girl. Then I remembered the day a girl begged me to fuck
her. I got sick laying on the grass, with her nervously trying to
open my pants. I remember her pulling my shirt off and pulling the
zipper of my pants down. I wasn't even erect. She didn't arouse me
at all. Her kisses held no fire and the sight of her wet red cunt
grossed me out. When she reached out to caress the bulge of my limp
penis in my jockey shorts I just got up and left.
I never thought I was gay, I just did not like my first unsuccessful
attempt at intercourse. Then Coach Styles gave me my first blow job.
If that is what being gay is all about, then I guess I'm gay. I
figure that age 18, I have time to experiment.
Saturday came and found me swimming in the pool that afternoon. Coach
Styles no where to be found. I had even went into the city and bought
a pair of white speedos. A size smaller than I should have worn I
must mention. I cut out the lining inside them so when I was in the
water and they got wet you could see through them easily. They
pinched a little and my pubic bush puffed out of the elastic. I swam
a few laps, got out and did push ups until my arms hurt . I went over
to the bench and began pressing weights. I was trying to work out
some nervousness.
Suddenly I heard the doors to the gym lock shut and I raised my head
up to see what was going on. I couldn't see anyone but the door was
shut and padlocked. I could see the light on in the Coach's office.
His door sprang open and he came out with a bottle of something and a
towel around his waist. He was already erect because the towel was
standing out in front. It was a funny sight!
"I knew you would be back boy," he replied in a low voice. He leaned
over me and gently placed his rough hand on my chest muscles and let
it glide slowly down my stomach and across my pubic bulge. I was
afraid he might have felt my heart pounding with anticipation. "You
look good enough to eat in them speedos boy," He mumbled as he fondled
my crotch. He then gently gripped the inseam of the shorts just below
the balls and pulled. My speedos came off neatly. My limp penis
rolled lazily over to my left leg and my balls settled between my
hairy thighs. "You have the biggest and best piece I have ever seen
boy. Hung like a bull." He commented as he gently gripped my dick
for a moment. I started to sit up. "Don't bother," he said, "It's
easier this way."
He let the towel fall from his waist. His penis looked painfully red,
all the veins swollen and drops of that clear goo fell from the tip. I
prayed he wasn't planning on sticking that thing up my ass. Instead
he opened the bottle he had with him and poured some of the contents
into his hands. He laid the bottle on the floor and quickly massaged
the stuff in his palms. He then sat my legs off to either side of the
bench to make room for him. He carefully took my penis in hand and
rubbed the oil into my limp cock. It was some kind of lotion. His
own 7 inch penis was punching me in my ball sac as he lubricated my
slowly hardening dick meat. He would take turns massaging my dick and
his own meat. It began to excite me watching another grown male
masturbate himself that way. Soon my penis gave in to his touch and
swelled to its full 10 inch length.
"It didn't take half as long to get up this time boy. You like this
now don't you dick?" He gazed intently at my glowing rock. I began
to realize he wasn't going to give me a blow job today. After he got
my dick fully erect, he took the bottle of oil and poured a lot of it
over my dick. The cool stuff ran over my crotch and balls and dripped
onto the concrete floor. He got up and put my legs back on the
bench. He then positioned himself over me. He gripped his buns and
slowly lowered his ass onto my dick. I felt the warm hairs on his
thighs grip my waist as he slowly inserted my dick up his asshole.
I first felt my cockhead probe something hairy and then it felt moist
and warm and very tight. He stopped a moment and then slowly went
down some more until about 5 inches were inside him. The lube's
purpose became obvious now! Then he did something that almost blew
mind, he started to slowly rock up and down. His hands held my ass
securely. I could see his wet penis wiggling over my stomach. I
could feel his hot balls brushing over my pubic bush. It was an
incredible sensation. Even better than the blow jobs. He slowly
rocked my dick for about 3 minutes.
"Yes you huge meat pole, rub me raw. Boy I want you to fill me full
of your hot juice!" He said to me. His face mixed with pain and
pleasure. I slowly became aware of an orgasm building. You know that
little tickle tickle. It itched its way into my balls and they got
hard, then it swam its way to the base of my dick, then it just hung
there. I grabbed his waist and made him sit all the way down. He
yelled out. So did I. He began pounding up and down on my dick. I
purposely arched my back and pulled his ass down on my meat. I could
feel my itchy balls getting banged under his weight as he would drop
his ass down onto my dick's entire length. We were in a frenzy. I
cried out, "Oh please come. I can't stand it, it hurts so good!" My
orgasm grew and grew but never quite made it to a full ejaculation. It
just hung there in my dick.
I could see his dick rubbing across my stomach, his balls bouncing off
my bush. All of the sudden he started moaning. His rocking motion
would often cause his dick to slide over my naval. His precum leaving
little silvery strings on my hairy crotch area. We continued
pounding it out. Sweat ran off my body. His sweat ran over my body.
Our pounding slowed a little as we grew tired. I trembled all over as
an almost electric static came over my body. I could see his leg
muscles really getting tensed up and his biceps though smaller than
mine, getting fully pumped. I felt my back ache but I kept arching it
to push my dick deeper into this new thrill. I felt his ass getting
wetter and smoother and more relaxed. I figured I was oozing precum
by the gallons into his ass chamber.
Then he threw his head back and yelled out very loud. I felt
something wet and warm run over my stomach . I looked at his dick. He
was ejaculating for sure! It spurted out again getting trapped in my
bush. I guess another orgasm hit him because he pinched my ass
tightly with his hands and made a funny face. Another puddle of
semen popped out this time making it right into my naval, filling it
and then trickling down the side of my stomach over the bench and onto
the floor.
"Oh come boy, My asshole is on fire!" He begged me. I was shaking
now and my penis really did hurt. He let go of one of my ass cheeks
and reached behind his back and I could feel him squeezing on my heavy
ball sac. He reached back around and wiped his fingers in the little
puddles of cooling semen on my stomach. He put his hand back behind
him and I could feel him forcing his wet fingers up my own asshole. I
couldn't stand al of these new tricks he was showing me. So many
worlds of sexual pleasure. Finally my ejaculation began racing toward
my dick. I tried to put my feet on the floor to get more support. He
wouldn't let me, his hairy hot thighs held me in place. I wanted to
shove my dick all the way inside him. I wanted to loose myself in his
rough love hole. I grabbed the head rest and gritted my teeth as I
felt the burning fluid fire into his raw hole. Spittle ran out of the
corners of my mouth as I uncontrollably reacted to nature.
"I feel it boy, oh yes, It's hot, more." He mumbled out of trembling
lips. I could hear the slipping and slurping sound of my come in his
ass tube. I began to relax a little now that I had come. I felt some
of my semen run back down my swollen shaft. He slowly got off of my
dick and let it fall out of his ass. My cock felt the cool rush of
the outside air and I shivered. It was reddish and very wet looking.
Stringy lines of my semen ran down his inner thighs from his ass as he
dismounted me. The stuff trickled onto my perspiration covered legs.
My penis was starting to get semi-hard now. He just knelt on the
floor beside me drying his still hard dick with his towel. He looked
at my dying erection and quickly gripped it in his hand. He squeezed
it and semen clots lazily bubbled from the tip. He put my dick in his
mouth and I could feel him sucking what little juice was still left in
me out. He also licked the puddles off of my sagging ball sac.
We stood up together. He kissed on my chest for a while and felt all
over my body, hugging me and licking various parts of me. He kissed
on my neck. He buried his tongue in my ass cheeks for some reason. I
started to get hard again. He bit and nibbled on my ass cheeks and he
put each of my balls in his mouth and tickled them with his tongue. He
tried to deep throat all of my dick but couldn't. He french kissed me
and bit my nipple tips until they got red. Then he reclined on the
bench and took my hand and placed it on his still swollen dick. It
was warm and oozing with fluids. He was trembling with excitement as
he showed me how to masturbate him.
I was privately relieved he didn't want me to eat it or suck it. I
don't think I am ready for that yet. I pulled it up and down. The
folds of skin would bunch at the head causing little drops of clear
goo to run out of the slit. Soon he got so wet my hand just slid up
and down the faintly pulsing shaft. I noticed his breathing was
getting quick and his balls got really tight. He breathed faster now
and he trembled. "That's right boy, slow and easy" He almost
whispered. He made a funny gasping noise and then his dick head
starting making a pulsing feeling as tiny volleys of warm semen jumped
about 8 inches up into the air and landed on my wrist and his wet
body. I was almost proud to be able to give pleasure like this to
another man.
I happened to look down at my own dick. It was really hard again! It
was also oozing the same clear fluid like his did before he exploded.
I fingered some out. It was stringy and warm. He said, "Taste it
boy, its sweet as honey." I did, but it tasted more like salt. He
said he was finished. I noticed his dick got about 5 inches in length
as he relaxed. He saw that I was still hard and he got on his hands
and knees and said I could still stick it up his ass if I wanted to. I
wanted to. I fucked his tight ass until I finally managed to come. It
was harder this time. I figured I must be running low on semen. I
knew I was through with sex for today to because my dick immediately
got soft again and shrunk up to 7 inches quickly.
He took his towel and wiped all of the little semen dribbles off the
weight bench and floor. We showered off and he toweled me dry, even
my swinging meat, and looked at me and said, "You're quite a man. Next
saturday?" "Sure Coach. You can count on it!" I replied. He went in
his office and shut the door. I tossed our drying towels and the
semen stained towel into the dirty clothes hamper. I put on my jeans
and t-shirt and stuck my speedos in my pocket. I walked into the
darkening evening thinking about next saturday...
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