Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2012 22:10:40 -0700
From: Joe Blo <joeblo3000@gmail.com>
Subject: Too Big

Hello, This is being written under a pen name, Joe Blo, in order to protect
my privacy. I do appreciate feedback, so you can write me at
joeblo3000@gmail.com if you wish.

Potential warning. This story does include some underage sex as well as
same-sex relations. If you are offended by this material then leave now.
You have been warned.


Hi my name is Jake.

I'm 16 years old and currently attend Richard Cox High School. As far as
life goes, I consider myself pretty lucky. Some may say I even won the
proverbial jackpot of life. Why, you may ask? Well for starters, I am a
pretty good looking guy. Somehow the best parts of both of my parents
combined together to make Cox High School's up and coming sexiest 16 year
old ever. Let me paint you a picture. I got stunning blue eyes. A jaw line
the looks like it was carved out of marble. A baby face that is starting to
sprout some hipster fuzz. Soft, curly, blondish-brown hair that I keep
trimmed. A mouth that every girl wants to kiss, and that my gay friends
give me longing looks for. And that's just the face! My body? Well that
brings me to the next part.

When I was younger I didn't much like the idea of sports, but about the end
of Junior High I realized that if I was going to really do well in life
someday, it couldn't hurt to get some athletics under my belt. The problem
was that I just couldn't stay consistent to one sport. Football was the
first sport I was pushed into by my dad. He swore that I would make an
awesome quarterback. "Just like his old man," he'd used to say. I don't
know what he was talking about. My dad only ever dreamed of playing
quarterback in high school. Anyways, I quickly ditched football when I
realized just how hazardous to my health it was. Not to mention the
possibility of breaking some bones. Next I tried basketball. Turns out I
suck at dribbling. I tried soccer, but I could never get a hang of moving
the ball down the field without someone from the other team stealing it
from me with ease. Track and Field seemed like a good idea at first, but I
didn't like how skinny most of the guys looked who did that. The last thing
I wanted to do was look like some stick figure flying down the field.
Swimming looked interesting, and I have to admit that I got a little turned
on by the idea of wearing a skimpy piece of spandex. But it turned out that
I was a klutz in the water and my speed sucked.

So where did this leave me finally? Well, entering Cox High School, it
turned out we had a new sport to compete in, Bodybuilding. Talk about
something I could get myself in to! Hang out at the gym all day and pump
weight to look even sexier? Where do I sign up? Of course my dreams of
bodybuilding were a little distorted. My freshmen year was really hard
work. Our Coach Roberts pushed us really hard. He also kept us on a pretty
strict diet, something I wasn't very happy about. There were a couple of
times that I wanted to quit, to just go hang out with friends or play a
video game. But every time that I started heading to that door, Coach would
put his hand on my shoulder and ask me where I was going. I would look up
that muscled arm and into the eyes of that sex-god that I knew I wanted to
be some day and I told him I was just grabbing a quick drink before heading
back to the bench.

Let me take a moment to tell you about this coach of mine. Coach Roberts is
the guy that every woman goes wet for and every man wants to just punch in
the face. He has been body building ever since he was in high school
himself. And it shows. At 32, he's even more of a hunk then his College
Competition photos make him out to be. Now you might think that this guy is
bulging muscles from every part of his body. But that is not the case at
all. The first thing coach told all of us, day one. No steroids. And he
meant it. Every ounce of muscle that Coach had was completely earned. He
often wore muscle shirts and shorts to show off his ripped body. Every
muscle was chiseled and his skin pulled across his body paper thin. I have
to admit that the first time I saw him I got hard. It was a bit
embarrassing as I had never really experienced that when looking at a guy
before. But I just chocked it up to thinking about how many women Coach
Roberts must get for looking that good.

Okay, so back to school. It's my sophomore year, and our school is having a
spring formal coming up. My girlfriend, Carissa, and I had been going out
ever since the first week of school this year. We were sitting in sex-ed
one afternoon and I was contemplating the idea of renting a hotel room for
after the spring formal for a little post-dance romance. I hadn't had sex
with Carissa yet. I know that sounds weird. Honestly I've been trying to
sleep with her ever since we started dating. But she keeps putting me off.
Promising me that if we wait, it will be more special. Probably some
bull-shit idea that she read in a teen-fashion magazine somewhere. It was
very frustrating, especially since she teases me so much. We make out all
the time and we even get as far as feeling each other up before she puts
the brakes on. As you might expect. Carissa was the Eve to my Adam. The
Juliet to my Romeo. She was the hottest girl in school, with a body that
made rival girls hiss with jealousy and horn-dogs, like myself, cream in
our pants.

Anyways, I was imagining what panties Carissa was wearing when suddenly
something that the teacher said caught my attention. "What?" I said, coming
out of my sexual fantasy daze and returning to the present. The entire
class was looking at me and the teacher, Miss. Springstod looked at me with
a stern, raised eyebrow.

"Yes Mr. Dickson. That is right. A woman's vagina, when aroused, has a
depth of approximately 4 inches."

The class burst out laughing, and I became flushed with embarrassment. I
could feel my cool-meter drop a couple of points. I looked over at Carissa.
She gave me a wink, and a smile that made my dick go hard.

That brings me to my dilemma. Four inches? I can only stick four inches in?
Oh did I forget to mention? Yes that is right, I have a big dick.
Measurements? Of course there are measurements. I'm damn proud of my dick
and so of course I know my own stats. Let's see, when I'm just swinging in
the wind it's about 9 inches long. But when I'm thinking about a girl
wrapping either of her lips around it, it's a hard 11.5 inches. It's fairly
thick too. My dad made sure that I didn't get the Jewish treatment when I
was born, so I have a nice thick stick to work with. But four inches? Was I
gonna hurt Carissa the first time we did it?

Yeah, yeah. You might be wondering at this point why I don't already know
the answer to this question. I mean, I've already slept with at least a
couple of girls, right? Well... umm... no. I am a virgin. Why? I blame an
unwilling jealous girl-friend that keeps me on a tight leash. But if I have
to be completely honest, I am also kinda shy about it. If I was really the
sex-hound that everyone thought I was, I probably would have cheated on
Carissa a couple of times by now. And believe me, the opportunities were
there. But 4 inches? 4 measly inches is all I get to work with. What if I
try to go further? Will I hurt her? Is there something wrong with me?

This had me worrying. I wanted to ask more questions. But who was I
supposed to talk too? Miss Springstod was definitely out of the question.
Anyone who bases their sexual knowledge out of a text book is going to be
difficult to talk to. Not to mention that it looks like Miss Springstod
probably hadn't gotten any for a good couple decades. Dad? No, the last
time I asked my dad about sex, he ended up telling me this weird story
about car maintenance and foreign trade policies. No, definitely not Dad.
Mom? Oh wow, I could see the look on her face and the questions that
follow. Not having the sex talk with mom. I went through a mental list of
possibilities. I didn't want any of my experienced friends to know I was
still a virgin so that was out of the question. The school guidance
councilor would probably give me some pamphlets and a long talk about the
importance of safe sex. No what I needed was someone that had a lot of
experience fucking a lot of woman and might be in a similar situation to
me. But this person had to be someone I wouldn't be too embarrassed to
confide in. Suddenly, that very person came to mind.

It was the end of the school day and I had stayed after to get in some
extra work on the weights. Coach Roberts was in his office, finishing up
some paperwork. I knew I wanted to talk to him, but I wasn't sure how to
broach the subject. As I was doing some bicep curls, the coach came out of
his office and walked over to me. "Lookin good Dickson. Make sure to lower
the weights slowly and steady." I nodded in acknowledgement as Coach came
up alongside me. He continued to monitor the rest of my rep. "Good, very
good. You gonna be finishing up soon?"

"Yeah," I said. "Just got a couple more reps to do for my triceps before I
head on home."

"Cool. Just let me know if you need anything. I'll need to be closing up
soon." Coach began walking back to his office.

I put down the weights in the rack and spoke up. "Actually, there is
something."

Coach stopped and looked back. "Yeah, watcha need?"

"Can we talk in your office?"

"Sure." Coach and I walked back to his office and I shut the door behind
us. "What's on your mind Jake?"

"Well. Um... this is kind of weird for me to ask." I really didn't know where
to start with this. This felt like a bad idea now. Coach was sitting on his
desk now and had one foot up on the chair. His shorts were a bit tight and
I could see his sizeable bulge pushing out at the fabric of his shorts. I
felt my own dick hardening a bit.

"Listen Jake. Whatever you want to tell me is just between us. I may not be
a Doctor but I take the whole confidentiality thing very seriously,
especially where my students are concerned."

That put my mind at ease a little and I decided to just blurt it out. "I
think my dick is too big."

Coach looked at me stunned for a second and then laughed out. "What the
hell are you talking about man?"

I felt embarrassed but I was already committed to it. I explained about the
sex-ed class, and the fact that I hadn't slept with a girl yet, but that I
was going to soon. I just wanted it to be right. "I just don't want to end
up hurting her the first time we, you know, do it."

Coach shook his head smiling. "Alright then," He hopped off the desk and
turned around. He reached over the desk to close the shades on the window.
As he did so I looked at his ass and felt myself get a little harder. Wow,
this was getting ridiculous. I tried to put my thoughts to the panties
Carissa was probably wearing but that image suddenly imposed itself over
the Coach's ass and I could now see him wearing a silky red thong that made
my cock swell even harder. Coach went over to the door and locked it,
before taking a seat back down on his desk. "Let's see it."

"Wh-what?" I stuttered.

"I can't help you with your problem until I know what you're workin with."
Coach explained. "Now, no more talking." He said in his stern teacher
voice. "Drop the shorts and jock."

I did as I was told almost reflexively. When Coach spoke like that, you did
what he said unless you wanted to work extra reps later on. The shorts and
jock strap fell to the floor and I was left standing there in just my tank
top with my rock hard cock pointing at the coach. There was a drop of
pre-cum on the head and my mind was going wild wondering what the coach
must have thought about my boner.

Coach looked down at me and smiled. "Too big." He whispered with amusement.
"Well, there are two tests that we can run to determine if you are, in
fact, `too big.'"

"Tests?" I asked hesitantly. Like, needles or something?

Coach shook his head. "No, nothing that kinky. Just some simple sexual
tests that will help determine how well your penis fits into an orifice."

"Okay, I guess." I said, still unsure of what he was talking about.

"Now, what we are about to do, might seem a little weird Jake. So if at any
point you want to stop. You just say so. And like a said before, this is
completely confidential. Anything we say or do in here is just between us.
Alright?"

I nodded my head, and prepared myself for whatever was about to happen.

Coach got off the desk and patted his hand on it. "Come sit down here."

I stepped out of the shorts and jock that were laying crumpled at my feet
and got up on the desk. My cock was still pretty hard and seemed to be
pointing right at Coach.

Coach sat down in his chair. He slid himself in front of me and gently
pulled my legs apart. The contact of his fingers on my thighs caused my
cock to bounce with excitement. I thought he was going to give me some sort
of an examination, but what happened next I did not expect at all. Coach
grabbed my hard cock at the base, opened his mouth, and went down on my
dick like I always dreamed of Carissa doing.

My mind exploded with the sensation of it. I was frozen in shock, as his
warm mouth began working on my cock. He began bobbing up and down on my
cock. It was driving me wild and I did not know how long I could last
before.

No sooner could I think it then I started cumming. I arched my back and
started blasting away into Coach's mouth. Coach, backed up so that only the
tip of my cock was in his mouth, but he still had his lips wrapped around
it, sucking it as every drop of jizz came shooting out of me. When I
stopped cumming, I looked down and noticed that coach had swallowed it. Oh
my god. He just swallowed my cum. What the hell was going on?

Coach looked up at me with these dark brown, sexy eyes and smiled. "I
haven't had to swallow in a while, but you kids are so quick to shoot.
That's something you'll have to train yourself out of. Carissa, isn't gonna
like it if you are cumming in the first couple of seconds. Now I'm gonna
need you hard again in order for this test to work. So just sit back and
enjoy."

And enjoy I did. The coach went to work sucking on my cock again. In very
little time he had me hard again, back to my full length. He then did
something I wasn't expecting. He opened up his mouth wide, and moved his
mouth down over my cock till his lips kissed my pelvis. I very nearly
exploded right then and there at the sensation of coaches throat wrapped
around my dick. Before I could cum down his throat, he brought his head
back up. The motion sent me over the edge, and I began orgasming again.
This time my jizz hit Coach Robert's face and chest. The Coach for his part
laughed and opened up his mouth to catch some of the jizz as it flew
through the air.

When I had stopped cumming for the second time that day, coach grabbed a
nearby towel and cleaned himself off. "That was pretty good. You just might
have a couple more loads left in you."

I was panting now. I had never experienced this kind of sexual high before.
Even in my deepest, darkest moments of jacking off to the internet porn
collection I had on my computer at home, getting a blow-job, TWICE, from
Coach Roberts was definitely the highlight of my sexual life thus far. "Oh
my god, coach. I can't believe... that was amazing... why did we do that again?"

The question seemed a bit stupid. Who cared why we did it. Why aren't we
doing it some more? Coach smiled at me. He put both of his hands on my
thighs and leaned in close to me. Looking at me eye to eye he spoke in a
confiding manner. "If I can deep throat you, then chances are Carissa is
gonna stand a good chance as well. So that means your cock is not too big
for a blowjob. Right?"

"Right." I nodded. Wanting to laugh.

"So then, that leave only the second test." Coach grinned at me.

"The second test?" I asked quizzically.

"Well we need to know if your cock is too big for Carissa's four inches
right?" Coach posed the question seriously.

"Yeah, but unless you are planning on bringing in one of the female
teachers I don't exactly see any pussy around here to test on."

"Ah hah, that's why we have the next best thing. Now you said that you were
a virgin right?"

I blushed. "Yeah."

"Good. I actually just got tested recently so we don't need to worry about
protection."

I didn't understand what Coach meant. He had me get off the desk and before
I knew it, he had his pants pulled down and was bending over the desk.
There it was again, that muscular bubble butt. It was perfectly framed by
the white rubber strap and the nylon waist of his jock-strap. My cock was
immediately standing at full attention again as I realized what Coach was
implying.

"Go ahead Jake, just take it slow and push it all the way in."

I came up behind the coach, unsure of how to handle this beast, this
sex-god. His back rippled with muscle and his legs were two hard pillar
holding up the most beautiful round ass I had ever seen. His butt, although
hard muscle as well, had a certain round softness to it, like the only
percentage of body fat in all the man's body was in these two, cushiony
glutes."

I hesitated. "I don't know about this."

Coach looked back at me. "Don't worry about it. I've been fucked before.
Besides, we still need to know if your meat is gonna be able to fit. So
stick it in." Coach finished with that firm voice again.

That was all the encouragement I needed. I eagerly lined my cock up to
Coach's shaved hole and slowly pushed in. The head of my cock popped in and
I could feel Coach's body relax underneath me. Coach let out a soft, low
moan. I pushed in a little further and found myself in heaven. Coach's
tight ass embraced my wet dick as I slid it in even farther. Ever inch of
my dick was exploding with new sensations. I pushed in further, eager to
get in all the way. Coach tensed up a little. "Slow, remember slow and
steady. Once you get it all the way in, then the fun can begin." I went
again, slowly, and before to long the last couple of inches slid in and I
felt my balls resting up again Coache's jock pouch.

I laughed. "I got it all the way in. I can't believe it."

Coach looked back over his shoulder and smiled. "Good job. But you aren't
done yet. We need to know if you can fuck Carissa with that meat rod of
yours. It's time to see what you are capable of."

I didn't need any more encouragement then that. I pulled my dick out a
couple of inches and slid it back in. Coach moaned again. I could tell he
was enjoying this. I started fucking his ass slowly. Every time I
experimented with pulling out a little further and then pushing all the way
back in. Before I knew it, I was going wild with passion. Coach's ass was
like this sex wonderland that I had never experienced before and I wanted
to enjoy it completely. I started slamming into his ass harder and hard. My
strokes getting longer and longer.

Coach started moaning back to me, "Oh yeah. Fuck yeah. Shove it all in.
Give me every inch. Fuck me. Fuck me harder."

That spurred me on to a new wild extreme. I had a firm grip on Coach's hips
and I was now slamming into his ass with everything I had. I joined in the
sex talk myself, "Oh god coach. Your ass... O god, I'm fucking your ass. How
do you like this boy cock, in your man hole, you slut." I moaned. Some of
this was stuff I had envisioned for my first time with Carissa, but I
didn't care anymore. I was hell bent on fucking this man as long as I could.

Coach had his back arched now and his head raised up into the air. He was
on his toes now and he moaned back to me. "Oh fuck yeah. Fuck me hard Jake.
I want your fuckin cum inside of me. Give it to me."

Those words sent me over the edge. I exploded inside of Coach. Coach and I
collapsed across the desk as I continued to pump jizz into his ass. After
what seemed like an eternity, my wet cock popped out of Coach's ass and I
got up off the desk.

Coach turned around and leaned against the desk. He had cum dripping out of
his ass and also out of the pouch of his full jock strap. He looked at me,
sweat dripping down his face and smiled. "I don't think you're gonna have
any problem with Carissa's pussy."