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Coach's Secret
by Vmancini (no address provided)
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I get summoned to the coach's office after school...
(Mm, adult/teen, ped, reluc, 1st-gay-expr, oral, anal)
***
It was Friday afternoon, about 15 minutes until the
school day was over and I was getting ready for the
long weekend. We had just reached the mid-point of the
baseball season and had finished a grueling 3 day
elimination tournament in 2nd place.
Not bad considering we had some of the toughest teams
in the region to go up against. But of course, my
weekend would have to wait as my History teacher, Mrs.
Upton called me to her desk to give me a note that had
been delivered a few moments before. It was from Coach
Rob, and said he needed to see me before I left for
the weekend. He had decided to give us the weekend off
to relax after we had done so well the prior weekend,
and we all needed it. I guess the weekend would have
to wait a few more minutes.
As I entered the locker room the last few stragglers
were getting dressed and making small talk after PE.
Coach Rob's office was offset near the corner, and he
shared it with the other coaches and PE instructors,
but as I entered they were all leaving, except for
Coach Rob who sat at his desk typing on his computer.
"Hey Coach, you wanted to see me?" I asked. Coach Rob
was maybe in his late forties, I'm not sure, but he
was still every bit as fit as us. He was well liked by
students and faculty alike, and I knew of more than
one girl who had a puppy dog crush on him. I could see
why, he was tall with pronounced features and a dark
tan from being outside with us all the time. He was
pretty cool too, for a teacher. He was hard on us when
he needed to but knew how to relax and let us boys be
boys, and even cracked a joke back at us from time to
time.
"Hey Mikey, have a seat." I took a seat across from
him as he finished typing whatever he was working on.
A moment later he continued, "You know, during last
weekend's tournament and practice this week, you
seemed a little off. You weren't making the quality of
plays that you usually do."
Oh great, I thought, he's going to bench me. How could
he, I mean, I'm not the star player of the team, but
I'm a solid top 5 contender, at least.
"I just didn't see your usual hustle out there. Is
everything ok? Any problems at home, with your school
work, or girls?" he added.
Ha! Girls... everything is fine, except that I'm the
only one that can't seem to get laid. Not that I don't
have my share of female admirers, I do. Again, I'm not
the hottest guy on the team, or the tallest, but some
girls like a shorter guy and I've got the body to
match the bigger guys. It just never seems to work out
right, bad timing I guess. Just a couple weeks ago I
barely made it out the window before Lisa's dad walked
through the door after coming home 2 hours early! I
mean, c'mon, what's a guy to do.
"No, everything's ok coach, no problems. I just think
I did something on Saturday during the tournament. My
leg has been hurting a little bit when I try and run."
"Why didn't you say something earlier? We should have
gotten you looked at."
"I dunno, I just didn't think it was a big deal and
honestly thought it would be better by now."
He seemed relieved, and so was I. At least he wasn't
giving me the shape up or ship out speech. "Where
exactly does it hurt?" he asked.
I pointed as I said, "here, on the back side of my
right thigh. It mostly hurts like I said if I try and
run on it, or when I extend it."
He knelt down and grabbed my ankle and under my knee
with his other arm and began to slowly extend my leg,
and asked me to let him know when it starts to hurt.
He got nearly all the way extended before I started to
feel it and let him know "Right there." He flexed and
extended my leg a couple more times and rotated my
ankle around clock wise and counter clock wise a few
times, and finally stated, "Well, I'm no doctor but if
I had to guess it's probably just strained and a
little tight. I want you to take it easy this weekend
and ice it 4-5 times a day and stretch in the mornings
and in the evenings. Don't overdo it, just keep it
loose ok?"
"Sure, no problem" I replied.
"Tell you what, you have anywhere to be just yet?" he
asked me.
"Nope, not that you'd think playing video games
qualified as "having" to be anywhere" I joked. He
laughed and responded "Nope! You're right about that.
Why don't you let me work on your leg for a few
minutes and massage it out and try and loosen you up a
little before the weekend? That'll help get the blood
flowing there and speed up your recovery."
"Ok, why not" I said.
He pointed to the first aid office, which adjoins the
coach's office between the weight room and their
office. It has a table for the athletes to rest and
get looked at if they get hurt during a game or
practice. "Hop on up, I'm just going to make sure
there aren't any stragglers in the locker room. Don't
want anybody going on my computer and changing their
grades!" he laughed. I jumped on the edge of the table
and waited a few moments before he returned with a
bottle of lotion or oil.
"Ok, take your jeans off and lie down so I can rub
some oil on there and work it out." I complied, not
being shy, I mean we shower as a team and heck I had
boxers on. I lay down and relaxed as he began to
massage my hamstring with firm long strokes down
towards my foot. I could already tell this was going
to help. As I lay there, eyes closed, thinking about
which girl I would try to hang out with this weekend
or which movie I'd try and go see I was startled back
to reality as his hand brushed my ass check.
I didn't think much of it and he went on working out
my tight leg muscles and I thought it must've been an
accident. But a couple minutes later he slowly started
working his hands higher up my thigh until the
beginning of each stroke began just below my butt. I
convinced myself that this is ok. He knows what he is
doing and is just trying to work out my leg. As if he
read my mind he all of a sudden explained, "You know
your glutes are attached to your hamstrings which are
in turn attached to your calf. If one goes out of
whack, they all do." As he explained that he lifted up
the bottom of my boxers and began working from my ass
down to my leg.
I was too nervous to say anything or tell him to stop,
I mean it sounded right, and heck, it actually felt
good. So, I went with it. He made some small talk,
asked me what I had planned for the long weekend, any
thoughts on which schools I was applying to that sort
of thing. And then his hand slid ever so lightly
across and down the crack of my ass. I thought I was
imagining it and it happened again, only slightly more
pressure this time and brushing across my hole. I
gasped slightly, I felt conflicted. Here I was getting
touched in the most intimate of places by my coach,
which should be wrong but the other side of me was
relishing the touch. It felt so good, as if every
nerve was on fire, screaming for more.
He became bolder as he continued, until his light
brushes became firm, intentional. He lifted the other
side of my boxers and was rubbing both my ass cheeks
and running his big hands across my pink hole. Despite
my efforts my breath quickened and I could feel blood
begin to fill my teen prick. This shouldn't feel good,
I told myself, I like girls...what the heck. And just
when I thought it couldn't get any worse he told me,
"Ok Mikey, roll over so I can get the top of your
quads too." Shit, here I was, in my boxers, getting
rubbed by Coach Rob, and I had a hard on. Explain
that. He sensed my hesitation and repeated, "C'mon
Mikey, I don't have all day ya know...I want to enjoy
my weekend too."
Hesitantly I rolled over, trying my best to think of
anything to stem to flow of blood to my cock. His eyes
opened wide, and he shifted his gaze from my tent to
my face. "What's this Mikey? Are you getting turned on
by being massaged by a man?" he questioned.
"I uh...err, no. I mean, not a guy...I don't know,
nobody has ever touched me like that before."
"I see." He said. "This could be a problem. Do the
other guys on the team know anything about this?"
"What? No. I mean, there's nothing to know!" Oh great,
if word got out about this I would be ruined,
ostracized by the team and my class mates.
"Well, what do you think they would say if they knew?
I mean, you guys change and shower in front of each
other all the time. I think they deserve to know. It's
only fair."
"No!" I gasped. "They can't find out about this, I
mean I didn't even mean for it to happen. I don't know
why it did in the first place."
"Well," he paused, "what are you willing to do to keep
this our secret?"
"Anything!"
"Ok. If this is going to be our secret, I need you to
do something for me then." He stated.
"Anything, just please don't tell the team."
He paused another moment before starting, "lucky for
you, I have needs too. Needs that haven't been met in
a while, and I think you're in a position to help me
out. You see Mikey, I get my share of girls, which is
ok but what I really like is a sweet piece of boy ass,
like yours."
I was shocked, speechless. I didn't know what to do or
say.
"So, I'm going to have you take care of me, since you
seem to enjoy being touched by a man, and we'll see
how well you do." He eyed me from head to toe, and
grinned as he saw that my cock was still hard. "So
come over here and unzip my pants and pull out my
cock, Mikey."
I didn't move, and after a moment he reached down and
grabbed my arm and placed it at the fly of his jeans.
I didn't think I could do this, but there was nobody
here, and I couldn't let the other guys find out about
my hard on. Slowly, I moved to the button and undid
it, and then pulled down his zipper.
"That's it, now slide my pants down and pull it out
son." I obeyed and as I slid his pants down I saw his
engorged member straining against his briefs, yearning
to escape. I looked up at him and saw his face was in
an expression of anticipation and lust as he awaited
my next move. Time seemed to stand still and I could
feel my heart thumping in my chest, which seemed to
cause my cock to pulse with every beat. Finally, I
reached up and pried at his waist band and began to
remove his briefs. I didn't know what to expect, I had
never seen another man's penis while aroused. He had a
patch of trimmed dark hair which revealed itself as I
lowered his shorts.
The first thing I noticed was the base of dick was
huge, like a thick tree trunk under pressure waiting
to be relieved, and as the briefs slid lower down his
legs and released its captive prisoner this cock
sprang to full attention, staring me in the face. He
was definitely bigger than me, in both length and
thickness. I'd have to guess at 7 or 8 inches long and
about as thick as a zucchini.
"What do you think Mikey? Have you seen a man's cock
before?" he asked.
"N-no... I haven't... it's... it's pretty big..." I
stammered. I wasn't sure what he expected me to do
with it but I didn't think it would fit anywhere.
"I want you to suck it... put me in your mouth" he
said.
He put his hands behind my head and guided my face
closer to his prick. I hesitated and moved my head
back, I couldn't do this. His hands stopped me from
moving to far back and he looked down at me. "Come on
son, I'd hate for your little secret to slip out." He
grinned and looked down at me again, "well, not so
little secret. Looks like you're still enjoying
yourself."
My body was betraying me. I couldn't describe it, I
was nervous and excited all at the same time. I could
still feel his caresses on my back side and yearned
for more, and at the same time I wanted nothing more
than to leave and go home and forget this whole thing.
Inexplicably I found my head moving closer to his cock
and before I knew it my hand had encircled his shaft,
my fingers barely meeting as I gripped him. I opened
my mouth and took the very tip into my mouth. He was
rock hard, his cock head almost a shiny purple color.
I barely fit the head into my mouth and backed off.
"That's good, now keep going," he coached. I took him
into my mouth again. "That's it, try to go farther
son. I want to feel the back of your throat." I tried
to go further and almost gagged, my eyes watering. I
tried to pull away but he held my head in place. "Just
give it a minute and get used to it, you're mouth
feels so nice Mikey. You're making me feel real good."
After a moment, he let up the pressure on the back of
my head and I was gasped for breath. "Now spit on it
and use your hands to jack me off while you suck me."
I obeyed without hesitation and spat on him, his rod
glistening with the moisture. I slowly started
stroking him up and down from the base to the tip.
I could feel his cock pulsing in my hand. He let out a
low guttural moan and closed his eyes as he said
"mmm...that's it boy. Now suck my cock while you
stroke me off." I was a mix of emotions as I took him
back inside of my mouth. I was strangely aroused by
his pleasure and for some reason I wanted to keep
going, to make him feel good, and hopefully earn his
silence.
After a few minutes I was stroking him at a steady
pace and was able to take a good 3-4 inches in my
mouth. His hips bucked in rhythm with my stroking and
bobbing head as he played with my hair. His breathing
came in rapid shallow gasps and he rocked his hips
faster, sometimes forcing another inch into my mouth
unexpectedly.
I occasionally gagged and had to stop, and he would
look down at me and tell me I was doing great, that
nobody had ever sucked his dick this good the first
time, and he could tell I was going to be his
favorite. That last part didn't register at that
moment. I just kept going, keeping pace with his
thrusts.
"Ahh... Don't stop...I'm almost there. I want you to
taste my cum boy." I kept up the steady up and down
with my left hand as I struggled to take his girth in
my mouth. I could feel his body tense as he began to
let out small grunts, he grabbed my hair, locking it
into his fingers as he pushed my head farther down his
shaft then I thought I could take. And then he
erupted, spurting hot juice, shooting to the back of
my throat.
Jet after jet emptied into my mouth, some of it
escaping out the corners of my mouth and stringing
down my chin. He trembled as I kept stroking him, not
sure when to stop and he took a deep breath and
relaxed and released his hold. I looked around the
room at the immediate area, not wanting to spit out
his cum on the carpeted floor, but was unable to find
something to put it in. He seemed to know my thoughts
and calmly directed me, "swallow it...all of it."
I had to gulp 2 or 3 times to get all of it down. It
was odd, I wasn't sure what to expect it to taste
like, but I didn't find it bad. It was unique, but
almost pleasant. Never in my wildest dreams would I
have thought I would ever suck off a man, let alone
swallow his jizz, and like it. He took a finger and
slid it across my chin, and then put it in front of my
face. "Clean it all up, like a good boy," he said.
I sucked on his finger until it came out clean. I
became more aware of myself after he had orgasmed and
found I was breathing hard, my cock still standing
straight out tenting my boxers. Never before had I
felt such a burning desire to release my own seed, and
I couldn't wait to get home and jack off my own cock.
Would I think about Coach Rob and his massive prick,
his warm cum in my mouth?
I stood up and turned to grab my pants, and he stopped
me. "We're not done yet. That was just the appetizer.
I'm ready for the main course now." I looked at him,
and realized his cock never became fully flaccid, and
it was back at full attention. He pulled his t-shirt
over his head, revealing a tanned muscular chest with
a light amount of hair on his pecs and down his
stomach. He pointed at the table, and said "turn
around, put your hands on the table and spread your
legs for me. I want to see that sweet ass of yours."
I was nervous with anticipation as I submitted to him.
Part scared of what that monster cock would do to my
teen ass, part excited by the prospect of his touch.
He knelt behind me and pulled down my boxers, leaving
them draped at my ankles. He placed both hands on
either side of my ass and spread my cheeks, revealing
my cherry hole to him. "mmmm..." He moaned. "I'm going
to like this. And hopefully you do to, Mikey."
"Wh...what are you going to do, Coach Rob?" I asked.
"You'll find out soon enough." I couldn't see what he
was doing. I could only feel his hands as they
caressed my ass, running up and down over my hole. And
then I felt something warm and wet as I realized he
was licking me, his tongue darting up and down,
flicking my hole with lustful caresses. I was
surprised at how good it actually felt and let out a
moan, my ass moving back to his exploring tongue,
inviting him to push deeper. And then I felt the
pressure of a finger against my rosebud. "Just relax
son, breathe out."
I obeyed and I felt the tip of his finger slide past
the tight ring of muscle and enter me. It didn't hurt
like I expected, and was almost an overwhelming
sensation. He left it there, slowly turning it in half
circles for a moment before pushing deeper inside of
me. I closed my eyes, enjoying this unknown pleasure.
I could feel my cock throbbing as he began fucking me
with his finger. I found myself wanting more, wanting
to be his completely.
"You like that don't you Mikey? That's it, push your
ass back on my finger." I eagerly complied, pushing
until I felt his fingered buried inside of me. He
slowly slid it out, and when just the tip was inside
of me I felt another finger join the first, applying
pressure to my aching hole, and before I knew it he
had two fingers inside of me, fucking my ass.
He used his fingers for a few minutes until he said,
"I think you're ready for the real thing. Don't you?"
"I...don't know if it can go in, Coach. It's so big."
"Don't worry about that son. Just relax." He grabbed a
bottle of something from behind him and squirted it
all over his throbbing cock, and then pressed it
against my hole. It was slippery and warm, searching
for my entrance. He grabbed my hips to steady himself
and slowly inserted his engorged member inside of me.
I gasped and tried to pull away from him but he held
me tight against him. He worked himself inside me inch
by inch until I felt the prickly patch of pubes pushed
up against my backside, filling me entirely. I could
feel him pulsing and throbbing in my love canal,
sending shock waves through my body.
It was unbearable pain and ecstasy at the same time.
He slowly withdrew his cock and re-entered me. This
time my hole was ready, accommodating him a little
easier as he pushed inside of me to the hilt again. My
legs were shaking and I was grabbing at the sheet with
clenched fists, little moans escaping my throat as he
pulled out once more, my ass moving backwards, not
wanting him gone from inside of me.
He wasted no time, guiding his cock back into my
inviting ass hole and began a slow, steady fucking
motion. I found myself moving in time with his
thrusts, relishing the feeling of his cock. As I
relaxed more he fucked me faster and harder until his
low hanging balls were slapping up against my ass as
he buried himself deep inside of me. I never would
have imagined this would happen to me, never would
have imagined the pleasure I felt having a man fuck
me.
"You feel so good, son...it's been a while since I've
fucked a hot ass like yours." He groaned.
"Don't stop...fuck me...keep fucking me" I managed to
mumble.
He pulled out of me and pulled me up to him, turning
me around. He grabbed me under my legs and threw me on
the table, spreading my legs he rammed his cock back
inside of me, grabbing my aching dick and jerking me
off. If I thought it felt good before, this was
another level... pleasured from inside and out I felt
myself nearing the edge.
My breath came in short rasps as I bucked in time with
his pounding. I felt my body begin to spasm as I
exploded a hot stream of jizz over my stomach. He
pumped his fist furiously up and down my shaft as I
let loose stream after stream. Involuntarily my ass
was clenching on his cock inside of me as I came.
"Your ass is so tight... squeeze me..." He moaned as
he fucked me harder and harder. His eyes closed and he
drove home deep inside of me as he began to buck and
shake, his cocked seemingly growing larger as he
spurted his seed deep in my loins. He collapsed down
on top of me, I could feel the heat from his body, a
light sheen of sweat on his chest as he pressed
against me. After what felt like eternity, but was
probably more like seconds he slid his cock out of me.
He looked exhausted...satisfied.
"You're secret is safe with me, Mikey," he paused,
"for now. I think you better come back in 2 weeks to
make sure I don't accidentally forget our
arrangement..."
"How does next Friday sound, Coach?"
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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