Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2011 10:35:24 -0400 From: F F Subject: Coach Heller I'd like to tell you a story about my senior year in high school. My name is Jeremy; I had just turned 18 at the beginning of my story and was, for lack of a better word, a star athlete. Playing soccer, basketball, track, and baseball sports had kept my spare time pretty much filled. After graduation I was set to play soccer in college on a full scholarship. It was tough for me to choose between soccer and baseball, as I had been offered scholarship to play both but I felt I excelled more in soccer and was more enjoyable for me to play. At 6'1 with a lean build (I had been lifting for three years since I was 15 for sports and my body reflected it nicely) with light brown shortly cropped hair. Anyway, the story begins in January just after winter break during basketball season. We were just about to finish an exceptionally rough practice when I sprained my ankle, which in truth at this time they had all be exceptionally rough. Our coach, Coach Heller, who was like one of the guys while still retaining the respect he demanded, had been in a foul mood and was seemingly taking it out on us... and the opposition. We had run up the score on a few opponents which had brought the ire of some of the local sports columnists. As the captain and one of the best players on the team there was great concern as I fell to the ground and grabbed my ankle after coming down from a rebound and rolling my foot on a teammates. "Practice over, no need for anyone else to get hurt with the game against Central two days away!" yelled Coach Heller as he hustled over to where I fell. It was a Saturday morning practice, so the school's athletic trainer was not on hand to tend to me but with a simply sprained ankle there wasn't much to do aside from elevating and icing it. Coach Heller helped me to my feet after he commanded the rest of the team to the locker room. I put my arm over his shoulders and he helped me limp into the coach's office. The coach's office was located right off of the main gym. Opening the door on the back left corner behind the bleachers led you down a corridor the first door on the right was the team locker room which was used by the main sport which was currently in season, these lockers were permanent and assigned at the beginning of each season. Directly across the corridor from the team locker room was the locker room used for gym classes which was more open and housed the general use showers, as the team locker room was simply just lockers and benches with a door to the outside, these showers were used quite a bit. The door next to the team locker room on the right hand side was the coach's office. This office was shared by the coaches of the major boys' sports. It housed an oversized solid wooden table which was frequently cluttered with scouting reports and materials like that. In the back corner behind the door was a single shower stall and semi enclosed toilet. "The damn trainer's room is locked, and my key to it is in my car. Prop yourself up on here and I'll get some ice for your ankle." Said Coach Heller as he motioned to the large table. I hopped up on the table and laid my left leg flat on it, with my right leg hanging over the side. I grabbed the remote for the TV, situated on a cart by the counter on the adjacent wall, as Coach Heller exited to fetch some ice. The pain had subsided in my ankle, but it had already begun swelling, the telltale sign of a sprain. "Here you are Jer, you should ice that down a bit before you hit the showers. I have some work to do here, so you can stay in here to ice it." Suggested Coach Heller as he tossed me the bag of ice which I then applied to enlarged ankle. "Sounds good, Coach. Just watching Sportscenter here. Don't think this sprain is too bad, the pain is already gone." I replied "Just make sure you stay off of it as much as possible until the game on Monday. And Monday morning first thing, before class, I want you to go see Murph and get that thing checked out and cleared to play. We need you out there." Said Coach Heller. Murph was the school's athletic trainer James Murphy, he was affectionately known as Murph to all of the athletes. I sat there with my ankle slowly going numb from the ice, watching Sportscenter as Coach Heller sat down into a chair at the other end of the table and pulled out some papers to grade. He was also one of the Health/Phys. Ed teachers at school and it appeared he was grading some midterms. About ten minutes later I noticed Coach Heller slowly getting up from his chair and awkwardly walking to the semi-concealed toilet in the back corner of the room. It looked as though he was slightly hunched and generally uncomfortable. It caught my eye at first but then I thought nothing of it. But after I few minutes I realized something was amiss, I glanced back and saw Coach Heller in the stance above the toilet as if he was peeing but there wasn't any audio confirmation that he was nor had there been. "Coach, are you ok? It almost looked like you were limping before, and now you're just standing at the toilet." I asked, being very comfortable with Coach Heller as everyone on the team was. "Yeah Jer, sorry about that I didn't mean to alarm you. To be honest I was hoping you wouldn't have noticed." "I almost didn't, but you've been standing there for like 5 minutes without peeing!" I kidded "Ah! You got me." With that, Coach Heller zipped up and returned to his seat. On his way back, I noticed that there was a large bulge in the front of his sweat pants. I was unprepared for such a sight and my eyes must have widened at it. "Now it's my turn to ask you if you are ok. Hahahaha!" laughed Coach Heller as he caught my line of sight. It was then that I realized I was staring and that my mouth was slightly open. Quickly I close it and snapped my head back around to the TV, obviously embarrassed and blushing. I wasn't sure why I was staring and assured myself it was merely the fact that I was caught off guard at such as sight. But I couldn't help thinking about what lay beneath those pants, and frankly how attractive Coach Heller really was. Coach Heller stood about 5'10, perhaps a hair under that, well built, not ripped but defined and muscular as he had gone to college on a football scholarship in his younger days. He had brown hair cut closely to his head with sideburns which made it ¾ of the way to the bottom of his ears, a goatee and mustache which were well kept, and his skin had the slightest of Mediterranean tints. He was in great shape and regularly played pick-up games with us after practice. "Oh... sorry I was just... surprised." I stammered out, my mouth had suddenly dried up. "No worries Jer, it's natural to notice, it's even natural to get excited like you are." Replied Coach Heller as he motioned to my own tenting basketball shorts. "Hell, here I am 37 years old and boning up like I'm 16!" I hurriedly tried to rearrange my boner so it wasn't as obvious which proved difficult due to the fact that I was slightly incapacitated due to the fact that I was icing my ankle. The end result was a lot of fidgeting and blushing on my part. "Really, nothing to be embarrassed about here. It's natural. Since the baby came Lisa (his wife) hasn't been in the mood. After a few months of no action this happens!" laughed Coach Heller as he gestured to the bulge in his sweat pants. "I know how you feel, since Chelsea and I broke up I haven't gotten any either." I replied Being open about things like this with Coach Heller made the situation less awkward, which is one of the reasons most of the guys on the team felt like he was in fact one of the guys. He was able to connect with us and make us feel less like kids. "Let's get a look at that ankle then. It's been over 15 minutes, so it's time to give the ice a break for now." Suggested Coach Heller Coach Heller took the bag of ice off of my ankle and gave it a thorough look over. Then he tossed the bag aside and helped me up off of the table and to my feet. I tried to put some weight on my ankle, but pain began to dash up and I winced. "Hmm, looks like you're going to need to really give that thing some rest. You ok showering? Don't want you to fall and hurt yourself more." Asked Coach Heller "I can probably shower on one foot, right?" I joked as I left his side and began awkwardly hopping to the door of the coach's office. "Hahaha I think it would be easier if I just helped you shower. We're both men here, if you are comfortable with it then I am." Said Coach Heller I stopped dead in my tracks. My cock throbbed in my shorts. A few minutes ago I would have never considered it, but my cock had taken over my brain. Coach Heller was hot, and he was willing to help me shower. I didn't even think twice before I answered. "Ok, Coach. I just might need to put that ice on crotch first." I joked to ease the obvious tension "No need, nothing you have down there can be too shocking for me." Coach Heller joked back Coach Heller went to back corner of the room by the toilet and turned on the shower to get it warmed up. By the time he came back to where I was standing I had my practice jersey off and on the floor and was pulling down my basketball shorts. I hopped out of the shorts and was standing there in just my jockstrap and my right shoe and sock. I hopped over to the table and sat on the edge while I took off my remaining shoe and sock. I was embarrassed that I was still totally hard, even more so because I was quite endowed and my jock did little to hide it. Just shy of 9 inches with a hefty girth, my jock was straining to not be ripped apart at the seams. "Well, that is quite the situation you've got going on there. Don't take a deep breath or your jock might split in half!" kidded Coach Heller who was beginning to get undressed himself. I couldn't help but watch him undress. I was in heat, my mind was racing, and my cock was throbbing. Coach Heller pulled off his school logoed sweatshirt revealing a plain white undershirt which lunch to his muscular yet not bulky frame. There were slight pit stains under the arms from running around and demonstrating drills during practice. Next the under shirt came off revealing a muscular and defined chest and a flat yet not cut stomach covered in a medium dusting of brown hair. He slipped off his untied shoes and hopped out of his sweatpants in two quick motions which left him standing in his white briefs and socks. Immediately I noticed his package. His briefs were straining to contain his erection, made harder by the fact that the cotton material was damn near translucent due to his engorged cock leaking. Slipping out of his socks, Coach Heller looked up and caught me staring at him. He blushed and looked away from me for about a minute, then returned his gaze with a sly grin on his face. "You must really be hard up to still be boned after watching me strip huh?" asked Coach Heller without it sounding like much of a question It was my turn to blush but I couldn't help but smile. This seemed to be headed in a direction in which I couldn't help but be intrigued. My throbbing cock began to leak out precum and a small wet spot formed on the pouch of my jockstrap. Coach Heller slid his briefs down his muscled quads and stepped out of them. His raging ram rod sprang up at a 45 degree angle from his stomach. His uncut rod glistened slick with precum and throbbing with his heartbeat, its foreskin fully retracted. I would later find out that his uncut cock was 9.5 inches long and a hair over 7 inches round. A near perfect cylinder with a slight up curve toward the magnificent dark red, nearly purple mushroom head. It was a sight to behold. "Ahhh man, does it feel good to let this sucker breath. Pick you jaw up off the floor Jeremy! From the looks of it, I don't have you beat by all that much in the cock department. Come on, let's get this shower over with." Said Coach Heller I pulled off my jock and hopped out of it, then hopped over to the running shower as steam began to permeate the office. Coach Heller was right behind me making sure I didn't take a tumble. I reached the lip of the shower stall and quickly spun on my right foot around to get some help hopping over it as the tiles on the other side were slick at best. My spin must have caught Coach Heller off guard since my cock, sticking straight out from my crotch whacked his own throbbing erection. Coach Heller let out an involuntary moan at this action and his cock began to leak another bead of precum. I was about to express my apologies when Coach Heller twisted his hips and whacked my cock with his, payback. With this, we both let out moans of pleasure. I was beginning to lose my head in my horniess and lust. Coach Heller locked eyes with me, his soft brown eyes almost pleading with me. Without breaking eye contact I reach out. The open face of my palm light grazed the slick head of Coach Heller's penis. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip at the sensation. Taking this as a sign that he liked it, I reached out a second time and lightly grabbed the head. I slowly stroked the shaft of his sizable meat, pulling the foreskin over the head then slowly stroking it down the shaft. I took a hop closer to him, and he wrapped his strong arms around me in an embrace. Staring into each other's eyes, we kissed. The kiss did not last long as I again reached down and stroked the length of his shaft. Coach Heller's body shuttered and he let out a cry as he unleashed a torrent of steaming cum. Shot after shot of burning white viscous goo was ejected from his veiny throbbing monster onto my upper thighs and my own cock. It took Coach Heller a few minutes to recover from his apparently Earth shattering orgasm, but once he did he looked me in the eyes and dropped to his knees. On his knees, he gripped my shaft, slowly jerking me. My head tilted back, I was on a hair trigger. As my eyes closed, I felt the tip of Coach Heller's tongue graze the underside of my shaft and it sent me over the edge. I couldn't give any warning as my seed exploded all over Coach Heller's face. Covered in my cum on his knees, Coach Heller looked up at me with a sheepish grin. 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