I was a ‘late bloomer’ and I lusted most secretly after the boys who had already grown hairy, man-sized cocks which I had the joy of seeing in the school shower during gym.  Even after I finally grew my own pubic hair, I still found then captivating but was very afraid to do anything but fantasize.  I never even joined in the shower circle jerks where the jocks boasted of their (obviously mostly imaginary and extraordinary) cunt conquests for my school was not a liberal place and I was afraid of becoming the school fag.  However, it was Mr. X, the swimming coach, for whom I truly lusted.  He was a gorgeous hunk of a man and I was sure I that there was a lot hidden in his tight, but bulging, jockstrap which I desperately wanted to see and more.  I’m certain that I had the biggest crush on him than anyone else in the school (including the girls) had.© Y Lee Coyote

Late one afternoon, I went sneaking around the coaches’ locker room in hope of seeing his entire magnificent body, including those most intriguing parts always hidden inside his gym shorts or speedos.  I did see a couple of the ‘old farts’ and, pleasantly, one of the other handsome younger ones.  I then decided that I had better leave since I had been haunting the coaches’ locker room since four p.m. hoping to get a view of Mr. X alas unsuccessfully.  Now with pleasant visions of the other hunk of a coach that I had just watched getting dressed, I was trying to sneak out of the coaches’ locker room unobserved, only a little disappointed that I hadn’t seen Mr. X.  It was then that I got collared – both literally and figuratively by Mr. X himself.  His large, strong hand grasped me securely by the scruff of the neck while he roared “And just what are you doing here, boy?”

“Just trying to get to the wrestling, Sir.” I lied.

“That was yesterday, boy!” he retorted, “Everyone knows that since our champ was honored during today’s assembly.  Now what were you doing here?”

“I, er, er, I forgot that.” I stammered.

“Really.  But anyway the wrestling was on the other side of the gym and not here near the pool, boy.” he stated unequivocally while dragging me over to a locker room bench.  He sat down and I was forced to stand between his legs and while pretending to staring at the floor secretly scrutinized the big bulge in his gym shorts.  This was the closest that I had ever been to him and it was thrilling.  My heart was racing because of this and also because I was so scared.  The fear had made the boner in my pants wilt.  I was glad that it had for I was embarrassed enough.  “Stop lying and tell me why you are here, lad.” he now relentlessly demanded for the third time.

“I don’t know, Sir; I guess I got lost.  Please, Sir, may I go now?” I whined.

He didn’t even answer my plea, but continued with “What’s that wet spot on your pants, boy?” pointing at my crotch.

“I don’t know, Sir.” I meekly whispered further embarrassed at having a pre-cum stain on my pants.

“Did you pee-pee in your pants like a baby, boy?”

“I don’t know, Sir.” I repeated witlessly and then, belatedly, realizing what he had asked added emphatically “NO, I didn’t, Sir!”

“What do you think happens to lying boys sneaking about after school hours?”

Again all I could say was a wimpy “I don’t know, Sir.”

“Maybe they should see the VICE PRINCIPAL?”

I shuddered at the very mention for the VICE PRINCIPAL kept a paddle on his wall and was even known <gulp!> to use it!  “I don’t know, Sir.” I said quivering and now practically peeing in my jeans.

“No” he drawled after what seemed an eternity continuing with “I think that I will take care of your problem here and NOW.” and with that he reached over and undid my belt.  Before I could say a word, he quickly yanked open my 501’s and pulled them down to my knees with one quick movement.  Effortlessly he then flipped me across his lap.

Humiliated and shamed do not half describe how I felt.  I was helpless, being held firmly over the bare thighs of the coach with my jeans dropped and about to be spanked like a little kid.  I could feel my face glowing bright red as I realized that my other cheeks would soon match.  He did not wait but immediately started to spank my boy ass through my white briefs.  I was glad that I was wearing clean, new briefs today and did not have the additional humiliation of holes or stains.

WHACK!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!!

After a few blows he stopped – but only just to lecture me about the price of lying, snooping and being a despicable Peeping Tom.  Then, before he resumed pounding my boy butt, he pulled my briefs down and commented how nice and red my cute little boy buns were turning.  I had not realized that I could be more mortified than I had been but <sigh> I had been wrong.  As he continued to spank me, he asked me if I was going to be a good boy.

“Yes, Yes, Yes” I promised, “I’ll be a very good boy, Sir.”  Although I was very confused, shamed and even on the verge of tears, I also had a very hard erection and was so terribly sexually excited at being manhandled by Mr. X that I almost came on his leg.

After thousands (hundreds; alright scores anyway) of hard slaps on my now crimson, hot buns he stopped and stood me up essentially naked in front of him between his legs.  I just couldn’t stand up by myself and I fell onto him.  He held me there with my head on his shoulder and while (I must admit) I sobbed like a baby.

“Are you going to lie any more, boy?”

“No, Sir.”

“Are you going to snoop any more, boy?”

“No, Sir.”

“Are you going to be good, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good; now tell me why you are here again, lad.”

I couldn’t answer and I couldn’t get away so I didn’t do anything.  He repeated the question while patting my hot, exposed butt in a most threatening manner.  In a small quivering voice, I finally owned up in a whisper “To see you, Sir.”

As he stood up, he picked me up and carried me into the office and sat on the couch.  He made me kneel in front of him and pulled my head down into his bulging crotch.  The aroma was electrifying.  I couldn’t control myself.  I kept nuzzling his basket.  I could feel his big man cock growing harder and harder through both his shorts and jock strap.  After a while of this bliss, he pushed me away and commanded “STAY, boy” just as if I was his puppy.  He got up and I heard him lock the door and slip off his shorts before he resumed his place in front of the petrified me.

Now, for the first time, I could actually see his huge, hard, man cock for it was sticking out of his jock as he pulled me into his groin to continue to lick his big balls.  After a while of this he again stopped me.  He stood up and slipped his jock off.  His man cock jumped out fully erect and I gasped.  It was the first man cock I had seen fully cocked and raring for action.  It was beautiful and I could not stop staring at its throbbing enormity rising from a thick bush.  As he sat down I again dove to it but he stopped me so that he could slip a rubber on while he asked “You want it, boy?”

“Oh, YES, SIR; please Sir, YES! Very much Sir.”  I pleaded.

He again guided my head, this time with his man cock going directly into my hungry lusting mouth.  “Just suck it, boy.” he commanded as he controlled my head with his strong hands.  I was giving him my first blow job while getting face fucked at the same time.  Although as a novice I lacked technique, he soon came.

“You better go home now, boy,” he said, adding “and behave yourself.”

“Yes, Sir; Thank You, Sir.”

That night alone in bed as I rubbed my still hot, red ass, I jerked off thinking of Mr. X the swimming coach.  I prayed that I would see him again very soon.

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As you can imagine, I went back several times more that term.  Although I usually got a good show, I did get caught by Mr. X three more times and by a couple of the other coaches twice.  These later times just got me a brief lecture and even a visit with the dreaded VICE PRINCIPAL; during which, fortunately, the paddle stayed on the wall.  By the third time with Mr. X, however, it was apparent that we both were having fun.  Both the intimacy and the spanking made me feel good and warm.

The fourth time was quite different.  I was doing my usual sneaking around very late on a school half day.  Then, as the janitor put out the lights, he called out “Goodnight Mr. X, everyone else is gone.” and left closing the door that it started.

I heard Mr. X call me by my full name “Kristopher, get your ass over here on the double, lad.”  Automatically I obeyed although I wondered how he knew I was there since I was sure he couldn’t have seen me.

“Well, boy, why are you here today?” he demanded.  I did not know what to answer so I remained mute standing in front of him while staring at his basket with my head down noting that he was wearing tight jeans and boots instead of his usual gym shorts or trunks.  He was really a hot hunk to your humble narrator.  He put his big hand on the back of my neck and glided me into his office.  We sat on the couch and he grilled me with many detailed and very personal questions, the last and most important was “Do you want to be my boy, Kristopher?”

“Oh, yes Sir.” I squealed and hugged him.

He took my head into his hands and looked deep into my eyes for a long time.  “Yes, I believe that you really do.  Unfortunately you’ve been a naughty boy again sneaking around here.  You do know what happens to naughty boys?”  I nodded, somewhat fearfully.  “You do have something to say, lad.” he stated looking directly at me.

I remembered that the last time he caught me, he told me that he would expect a confession and a request for help.  He just sat there looking at me for a long time until I was able to whisper it.  “Sir, regretfully I have been a bad boy, again.  I have truly earned a hard spanking.  Please help me.  Sir.”

“Yes, Kristopher, you have been very disobedient boy; now strip boy – pronto.”

Needless to say I did so, and then laid down somewhat fearfully across his lap.  I really felt each and every slap as my boy buns turned red and hot.  If he had continued much longer I’m sure that I would have been crying, however, it was also very erotic.  “I hope that you have learned your lesson today so that we don’t have do this again, boy.  I expect that my boy will be good all the time; understand?”

After he stood me up, he guided my hands behind my back, taped them together so that I couldn’t move them and then had me lay on one of the tables.  “You have too much hair to be my boy” he said tugging at my scarce pubes, “I require my boy be smooth and hairless always in addition to being good.” He then uncompromisingly grabbed my rampant boy cock with one hand and turned on the clippers he was now holding in his other hand.  “No, please don’t, Sir.  The guys will laugh at me in the shower, Sir.”

“You do want to be my Ganymede, lad.” he said and proceeded to remove my little, young crop of pubic hair.  He ran the clippers over my groin all the while man-handling my cock and balls until I was smooth.  I was surprised at how good and sensuous it was and I would have shot but he kept holding me down.  He shut off the clippers and said “That’s all we have to do for the swim term, but you’re very special, boy.  Don’t move.”  He then went and got some things.  When he returned he wiped my crotch down with a hot towel and spread shaving cream over it.  He then, for the first time, carefully and sensuously shaved my pubes so that they were as smooth as a baby’s ass.

Mesmerized, I just lay there waiting and watching as he opened his own 501’s, pulled down his jock thus freeing his large man cock.  After extracting a rubber from its foil, he rolled it onto his hard man tool.  While I stared at it, bug-eyed, he pulled me to the end of the table and lifted my legs onto his shoulders.  After putting some lubricant on my boy hole he then pressed into me to take my boy-cherry.

“Just relax and let it happen, boy.” he commanded and I totally, willingly and obediently submitted to his will.  As I relaxed he pressed forward until he penetrated me to the hilt.  After having taken full possession of me, he proceeded to gently fuck me until we both climaxed.  I even came without my boy cock being touched!  Prior to allowing me to cuddle with him I had to lick my boy cum off of his chest.

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It’s now more than a decade after that first encounter.  He has kept me hairless all that time without asking as is his right.  I’m through with college and have a regular job but at our home I’m perpetually his little catamite.  It’s strange but somehow I mess up with my chores frequently enough be spanked regularly.  Sometime we visit other Man/boy couples and I get to play little boy games.  He promises that when I grow up as evidenced by manly hair, I would be allowed to date.  I doubt that will ever happen.  I hope not.