Date: Thu, 13 Oct 2011 15:08:44 -0400 From: F F Subject: Coach Heller part 2 A few days had passed since Coach Heller and I had gratified each other in the coach's office after practice that fateful Saturday afternoon. The next time we had seen each other it was a little awkward at first, but that Monday at school, during his free period, Coach Heller had called me to one of the health rooms to talk. This talk had quickly devolved into a repeat of that Saturday. The next day was the same thing. We ended up winning our game against Central High. Coach Heller had pulled me aside after the team had finished showering and changing post game. He usually gave us a debriefing of sorts after the game, quickly going over some negatives or places in need of improvement balanced by as many positives as could be found. But after this game he merely addressed the team with a contrite congratulatory speech and told us to be on our way as we had a tough stretch of games ahead of us. "Jeremy, I know you probably want to go with your buddies, but, I wanted to ask you to come over to my place and talk about what has been going on. Lisa is at her mother's house showing off the baby to her extended family for the week so we have the place to ourselves and get some things in the open." Asked Coach Heller as he pulled me aside from the group of guys going out to celebrate. "Sure Coach, let me just tell the guys that I can't make it. I'll meet you at your place in 20 minutes?" I asked. I was expecting another repeat of our little jerk off sessions which made me really happy as I was terribly horny. I had played well that game and while I was completely exhausted upon the end of the 4th quarter, I had perked up at the prospect of going over to Coach Heller's house. Through the past few days I had grown to look forward to our little meetings and began catching myself checking out other men with regularity. I was never a homophobe so I wasn't horrified about it; I was a horny teenager who now realized how hot some men were. If anything I was happy to have more options! One thing that did make me uneasy was the fact that I was continuously thinking about Coach Heller, much the same way I would have with a girl who I had a crush on. It just seemed like there was something more there, at the time I couldn't quite place it but I was drawn to him. I wanted to try more with him, but I was afraid of driving him away. I finished packing up my sweaty uniform, socks, and basketball shoes then walked out into the cold night to my car. I had to stop and get gas on the way to Coach Heller's house, all in all I was about five minutes late than we had agreed to meet. We all knew where Coach Heller lived, as he was our coach as well as our friend. He ran our fantasy football league (the draft for which was held at his house) and frequently had us over in the summer after summer league games for cookouts and a swim in his pool. I walked up to his front door, it was a medium sized house with a short driveway and four steps leading to the front door. The doorbell had hardly rang when he opened it and whisked me inside. His face wasn't exactly troubled, but it wasn't an expression I was used to him wearing. Anxiety perhaps. "Glad you made it Jer." Coach Heller greeted me "Yeah, sorry I'm a few minutes late, I had to get gas on the way." I replied He gestured that it was no problem at all and motioned for me to take a seat on the couch in the next room. This was the family or TV room, there was a large flat screen TV and a sectional couch with deep inviting cushions along with a La-Z-Boy, coffee table and end table. It was evident that his wife had put her touches on the room as it was warm and inviting. I took a seat on the large couch and Coach Heller took a seat adjacent to me. We sat there for a second without really looking at one another. I was getting more nervous by the second as this was not what I had anticipated coming over for. Finally, I looked over at Coach Heller and waiting for him to return my gaze. Coach Heller turned to look at me, trying to figure out how to say what he wanted. I was prepared for the worst. "Jer, I know you probably expected more of the same here tonight. Believe me I wish I could do that, but I don't think I can. It's not fair to you or me, but I need to end things right now." "Coach, why do we have to end it? It was so much fun, you can't tell me it didn't feel great!" I replied "I know, and I'm not trying to deny that. It's just that if we were to continue, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stop myself from wanting more. I can't get you out of my head, Jeremy. Not in a creepy way, but I really like you. I know it's wrong, not only am I your coach but I'm old enough to be your father. Hell, I even have a kid now!" "Coach, I feel the same way... I mean, I was beginning to want more. I've started thinking about guys sexually, especially you. You've been dominating my thoughts recently. I wanted to try more, but was afraid of scaring you off! Your age doesn't bother me at all, you are hot, caring, and fun. Please, if you really meant you wanted to do more, let's try it!" Coach Heller cracked a big grin, his eyes boring into me. Even though he was smiling, I couldn't read him. I could see the wheels turning in his head; he was trying to make sense of all of this. Clearly, he had not expected the response I gave him; he had expected our tryst to end that night without a campaign from me otherwise. "Jeremy, I'm married if we continue this things will get complicated. I'm not sure I want to put you through that." "It's not like I'm asking you to propose to me. I just think we should let whatever this is grow; explore it. Do you want to risk resenting your family for holding you back from something like this? I won't tell anyone." "If you really want to give this a shot then let's do it. It's not like I can deny that I want to." Replied Coach Heller as his gently grabbed my wrist and placed it on his crotch. I could feel his cock through his pants, like a lead pipe, dense and solid, yet throbbing with his heartbeat. With that, I went from half-mast to dripping before I even knew what was happening. I could feel the precum oozing out of my piss slit and staining my underwear. I removed my hand from his package and jumped off the couch. In a flash I had shed all of my clothing, standing stark naked in front of my basketball coach in his living room. My cock bobbed in front of me, dripping with anticipation. I didn't know what would come next but I couldn't wait to find out! Still fully clothed, Coach Heller stood up and with his right hand on the small of my back; he guided me back onto the couch. I plopped my frame down waiting for what would come. Coach Heller was making deliberate moves, nothing was rushed. He wanted us both to savor what was happening. "Flip onto your stomach" He commanded but not in a domineering way Immediately I flipped onto my stomach and Coach Heller climbed onto the couch between my legs. He ran his hands up and down my muscled and defined back. Massaging it, groping it. We both let out low moans as he kneaded my flesh. I felt his lips on the back of my neck, slowly tracing down the middle of my back lingering between my shoulder blades and just above my firm asscheeks. His hands firmly grabbed my cheeks and pulled them apart. I felt the air brush against my hole, and then Coach Heller lightly blew on it causing an involuntary twitch. He held it there for just a second, before I felt his warm, wet tongue graze my hole; lightly at first, then pushing to be let in. I had never experienced anything like this before, the pressure felt great but I wanted to let him in so badly. Finally my hole relented, and his tongue sunk into my tight virgin ass. The sensation of his tongue penetrating me was unlike anything I had felt before. I was hooked immediately as he wiggled it around, massaging my insides. Within a few minutes, he was diving his tongue in and out rhythmically causing my cock to jump each time he entered. "Are you ready for a bit more?" asked Coach Heller cautiously has he removed his face from my ass, wiping the excess spit from his face. He was a natural at rimming, but this being his first time he was a bit messy. I couldn't form words so I grunted my approval. I wanted him to keep going, my cock was pounding! This time a different sensation was pressing against my ass ring. It was harder and slightly cooler. That's when I realized he was beginning to slip a finger in me. Slowly, he eased his right index finger passed my sphincter letting me get used to it filling me up. I let out a moan and unconsciously pushed my hips back against his intruding finger. Quickly his middle finger joined the party, slowly yet determinedly preparing my hole for what was to come. By the time he had let his ring finger join, I had lost it. My cock was leaking profusely and I was anything but quiet, moaning loudly anytime he twitched his fingers. My hips kept sliding back, increasing the force of the finger fucking I was taking. I couldn't help myself; I was lost in lust and desire. Quickly, the fingers removed from my hole. There was a few seconds of silence and I craned my neck to look behind me. Coach Heller was lathering up his massive cock with a mixture of his saliva and the copious helping of precum which had drooled from his cock slit so far. His member was shiny and angry looking, the foreskin had retracted and he was throbbing. "I cannot wait to get in there!" breathed Coach Heller. "I want you inside of me Coach. Put it in!" I replied Coach Heller slid his hips forward; his cock head gently kissed my quivering hole. The sensation rushed through my body in a shiver which traveled up my spin and through my extremities. My cock convulsed and it was everything I could do not to blow a load there. Coach Heller must have felt the same way since, the second his head grazed my hole, he inhaled sharply and moaned so deeply I nearly felt the couch vibrate. His cockhead grazed up and down my hole, building the anticipation. My nuts were totally drawn up and I was willing myself not to cum yet. I wanted to fell Coach Heller take my ass virginity. Coach Heller's hands gripped my hips and slowly pulled them back; the pressure of his cockhead on my hole built until finally, his well lubricated head slipped in past my sphincter. "UHHH COACH!" I moaned, I couldn't hold back anymore. The second his head had penetrated me my cock erupted. Spasming out of control I shot jet after jet of steaming spunk over my torso and Coach Heller's couch. It felt as though my nuts were turning inside out, emptying every ounce of semen they contained. By the time my orgasm had subsided I was shaking from the ferocity of it. I collapsed into the puddle of my own cum. Meanwhile, as soon as Coach Heller's head navigated its way passed my ass ring and my own cock had exploded, my ass clamped down, pushing Coach Heller out with such a sensation that it sent him over the edge. His huge tool sprayed down my back like a sprinkler. He was moaning and yelling, but I cannot remember exactly what he said, all I can remember is he fell on top of me after hosing me down. More to come, as always comments and suggestions are welcome! floater909@gmail.com