Date: Tue, 22 Nov 2022 11:46:01 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Week with Coach M

A Week with Coach M
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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A WEEK WITH COACH M

I didn't know what I was doing. Correction: I didn't know we were doing. I
just knew I looked up to Coach Myers and followed him around like a puppy
dog.

I wasn't even the star player, since Jason Edwards, a junior, was a better
quarterback than me and usually our starter. But Coach M always treated me
like a buddy, keeping me at arm's length during practice but chatting with
me all during the third period "teacher's aide" assignment I had with
Coach. He'd have me do a few tasks, maybe put up some equipment. But mostly
it was him and me, sitting in his office and talking sports, and life, and
my college plans.

I still hadn't come to terms with being gay. I didn't even fully admit I
was gay, not even when I got home to the privacy of my bedroom each day and
jerked out a thick load fantasizing about Coach Myers. I told myself I was
just admiring a grown, masculine man. John Myers was a 6'5" muscular
hunk. Buzzcut strawberry blond hair, features more masculine than
handsome. He'd been a tight end in his college days and still had that
frame and build. I told myself that if I was imagining a strong dude like
him fucking some bimbo cheerleader at our school, it was because I wanted
to be John Myers, not be with him.

I started to dread the end of it all. The end of my last football season, a
precursor to graduation. But I also knew I'd have Coach's companionship to
remember as I went off to better things than Carthage High.

Maybe Coach sensed what was on my mind. But looking back I think he was
just operating from his ulterior motives.

"You going on that senior trip, Bentley?" he asked one day during third
period, using my last name as he often did.

"Nah, Coach," I said. "I guess I'm not a joiner." I had some good friends
at school but wasn't into clubs or organized anything, beyond football. But
the real reason is that my family didn't have the money to send me off to
New York City with my classmates over winter break.

Coach nodded. "Well, it's not New York, but I have some time planned in
Florida the week after Christmas. Maybe I could convince your folks to let
you join me.... I have a couple of contacts at South Floria, and you could
take a look at their program... I'd cover the expenses."

It wasn't THAT crazy of a suggestion. I wasn't going to be D-1 scholarship
material, but if Coach had an in, that meant I could play ball in a decent
program, at least as backup. I was an aimless 18-year-old, I suppose, and
Coach sensed I could use some direction.

That said, it was unusal. A personal trip with Coach. Not an away game, not
a chaperoned school trip, just us.

"Sounds good, Coach," I said, feeling a lot hesitant. "But I'm not sure my
parents would agree."

He just gave me his trademark grin. "Let me talk to them Bentley. If it
works out, great, if not, maybe I can set up a phone call with those South
Florida coaches."

"Yeah, Coach, I'd appreciate that. Thanks."

***

I shouldn't have been surprised that my parents were on board, but I
was. Coach M was a persuasive guy, I knew, but wow. I mean, within a couple
of days Coach sent me the plane ticket for a full week down in Tampa.

I was anticipating the trip the whole next month. If I had any
self-awareness I'd realize it was a major case of puppy love. But it was
also a desire to get out of my small town, to see something else.

Coach had booked us a vacation rental a block from the beach. It was simple
but perfect. We got there midday and spent the first afternoon sunning and
swimming. For late December that felt pretty damn nice. I had a hard time
keeping my eyes off Coach's half-naked, very muscular body. He wasn't as
hairy as I expected, at least the dusting of blondish hair on his upper
chest seemed less full than his furry forearms and legs. It was perfect
anyway.

I told myself I was just admiring, imagining getting big like him the more
I lifted. I was a tall guy and matched Coach's height, but my frame was
still pretty lean. I had a goal to hit 190 by spring, but lately I'd
plateaued just shy of that. Still, I felt like I could hold my own in my
swim trunks and even had to laugh when a group of college-looking girls
clearly were scoping me out.

The wild thing was, Coach's eyes seemed to linger on me, too. Almost
playful, like we were playing a game. Later in life I'd know exactly what
we were doing, what that eye contact meant. At that moment, I was in a
state of denial, which was crashing down very quickly.

We grabbed some burgers for dinner and walked around a bit. Finally Coach
nudged me in the arm and said, "Long day. Whaddya say we call it an
evening, Bentley?"

"Yeah, Coach," I replied.

There was only one bedroom in that rental, but I didn't think anything of
it, until we were getting ready for bed and Coach stripped down. All the
way, dropping his briefs and letting his heavy genitals flop out.

"I like to go casual, Mark," he said, in his casual, deep voice, using my
first name in an uncharacteristic fashion. "Hope you don't mind."

"No, Coach," I said with a gulp in my throat. I was trying not to look at
his cock, but I was getting as good a look as I could in my peripheral
vision.

The man faced me squarely and his voice got softer. "You can sleep in the
buff, too... if you want." A veiled but distinct challenge for me to
follow.

My heart froze in fear. Already I was chubbing in my UnderArmours and
worried I'd give myself away.

Coach just stood there, eyeing me. "If you're worried about popping a bone,
Mark, it's cool. I get 'em too. See?"

I finally had the courage to look down. Holy hell, Coach Myers' dick was
filling out, quickly. Getting longer and fuller and kind of sticking out,
then with a sudden jut, that dick started rising up. Coach was getting
stiff before my eyes, and it was the most beautiful thing.

I decided to have some guts and do what I wanted for a change. I pushed
down my underwear and stood before my coach completely naked and hard.

"Oh fuck, that's a nice cock, buddy," Coach said softly. It was a trip to
hear this authority figure talk in such an open way. His eyes seemed like
they couldn't get enough of me. Having a hunky dude like Myers lusting
after you is a real fucking rush. My dick twitched even more in its full
erection.

"So... we're not going to do anything you don't want, I promise," Coach
said. "But... would you mind if I sucked on your dick some?"

This was absolutely the last thing I expected. I tried to play it cool,
though. "No, Coach, I wouldn't mind."

He nodded with a slight grin and climbed onto the bed, belly down, his
upper body propped on his forearms. I got the picture of what he wanted as
I stepped closer and let my hardon hover in front of him. I jerked some
when he first touch it. Not because I didn't want him to but because I was
unprepared for how good something so simple would feel.

"You got a nice one, Bentley," Coach mused. "Nice and big." His eyes were
on my excited genitals but now looked up to my face. "You ever gotten head,
stud?"

I shook my head no.

That seemed to excite Coach and he took me immediately into his warm, wet
mouth. It's one thing to hear about blowjobs and another to experience your
first one. And Myers was good at them. A slow appreciation of my dick at
first, then some deep throating for show, before backing off to concentrate
on getting me off. I tried to hold off, but then decided to enjoy the
sensations. My first orgasm with another man, from another man, and it was
incredible. Mind blowing actually. I came buckets and Myers hunkered down
and swallowed every fucking drop.

His voice was excited when he pulled off, kissing my balls and the base of
my still throbbing prick.

"Fuck that was hot."

"Sorry I couldn't last long, Coach," I apologized. "That felt too fucking
good." I didn't usually curse around the man, but things had changed.

He gave my nutsac another lick. "A young man like you... I bet you got at
least another in the tanks, right, Bentley?"

God, I was horny still. "Yeah, Coach, pretty sure I do."

The man looked up and smiled, pulling me down onto the bed with him.

"In that case, let's take our time for the second round."

And like that I was having my first kiss with a man.

***

The next day was weird, I won't lie. Coach M blew me first thing in the
morning, and I decided I really liked morning head. After I came, Coach
didn't seem eager for me to reciprocate, he just leaned up and visibly
swallowed my load before giving me an attaboy pat on the thigh.

"Ready for some breakfast, Bentley?" he asked.

The rest of the day it was back to our normal Coach and Bentley selves. The
usual small talk. Beach time. Casual meals and discussions about the best
diet for gaining or for cutting. Maybe I felt a little guilty, still, or
Coach did. Who knows? We didn't talk about it.

The sun tired us out, at least it tired me out. I'd gotten a little burnt,
nothing bad, but I'd have to be careful with the sunscreen for the rest of
the week. When Coach suggested we call it a night early again, that sounded
good to me.

Even though we'd cleaned off before dinner, after the beach, Coach said he
was going to take another shower. I thought maybe he was avoiding me, or
telling me there wasn't going to be sex that evening. I'd slipped under the
bedsheets naked in case I was wrong. I hoped I was wrong, cause it turns
out I was horny again. Even though Coach had taken care of me that morning,
I was rock hard and even leaking a little thinking about Coach's blowjobs
and wanting another.

As the man took his time in that hotel bathroom, I lay there with my boner
and reflected how I was gay. Not maybe kinda gay, but full on into
men. Whatever else happened this week, I was grateful to Coach Myers for
showing myself to me.

And god, he was beautiful when he finally stepped out, his tall muscled
body looking even better with his day's tan and that meaty older-man cock
full but not erect like mine.

"You awake, Bentley?" he joked.

"Yeah, Coach," I laughed. "I was pretty wiped, but maybe I'm getting a
second wind." I didn't have the balls yet to come right out and ask for
sex. Maybe because I still looked to Myers as an authority figure.

"Glad to hear, buddy," he said with a grin as he got into bed with me. He
didn't stay on his side of the bed but scooted up close to me, running his
strong hand over my abs as he leaned in for a kiss.

The touch of his lips made my dick jerk and my heart pound. I did my best
to follow Coach's lead, and he seemed to moan excitedly when I took the
initiative with my tongue and when I rolled on top of him. When I finally
broke the kiss, the man ran his hands along my flank and looked up at me. I
could feel his erection against my own dick and my lower abs, and that
knowledge I turned Coach on was a big rush.

"Did you like sucking me last night, Mark?" he asked. I had indeed tasted
my first dick that first night. Mostly some exploratory licks and gentle
sucking before Coach went down on me that second time.

I felt in a different head space now, eager to try more. "I did,
Coach. Guess I officially like cock." I passed it off as a joke, even if it
was my first admission.

"You and me both, buddy," he growled playfully. "But you probably figured
that out."

I laughed. Liking Coach M's free and easy side.

"What do you say about me teaching you how to handle a dick?" he asked with
clear lust.

"Guess I did a lousy job last night," I sighed.

"You did great for your first," the man said. "But I can give you some tips
if you're up for them."

"Hell yeah, Coach," I replied.

I scooted down and did as Myers instructed. Licks up and down the shaft,
focusing first on that top two inches before slowly opening myself up for
me. "It's mind over body, Bentley," he hissed as he watched me finally come
face to face with my gag reflex once the man's fat prick head nudged the
entrance to my throat. "Just like on the football field."

I managed to relax and felt his meat spear into my gullet. Proud of the
achievement, I really started fucking. If Myers had coached me through
giving my first real blowjob, my youthful lust was taking over now.

"Aw yeah, Mark, suck my dick... you got this all right," he urged.

I did, too. Maybe I was too good at this, because I felt Coach's strong
ex-tight end body tense up and his balls rise up. "Gonna cum, stud... oh
FUCK!" Coach wasn't a loud man in bed, but he let out that quick roar as he
orgasmed. I didn't know what to expect from a man cumming in my mouth and
down my throat, and I was a little nervous. But I wanted this. If Coach
could suck down my seed, I could do the same in return.

It was a complete rush. Salty and mildly sweet, and the sensation and
thrill of it drove me wild. I was officially a cocksucker and while that
thought would have scared me before, now it drove me to suck more and milk
out the last bits of Coach's load.

He had one hell of an appreciative look on his face when I finally pulled
up for air. "Damn, buddy. You went all out there. Thank you."

I had a big smile on my face, too, as I came up and kissed him. His body
shook a little beneath mine and I gathered he was still undergoing
aftershocks from his cum. Only as I rolled off to the side, the tall,
strong man turned to me and looked me up and down. "I didn't mean to cum,
Bentley, but that was amazing."

"I wanted it, Coach," I said truthfully.

"You go all in, don't ya, stud?"

"Yeah, I guess," I laughed a little.

He reached down and felt up my boner. "You're a big boy," he observed,
almost talking to himself. "If you give me a minute... I want this in me,
Bentley."

I thought I knew what he meant, but hesitated in believing Coach was
actually asking for me to fuck him. "You mean, you wanna suck me?" I asked
instead.

He shook his head. "I'd gladly do that, stud. All day long, if you
want. But I want this big dick in my ass."

That dick jerked in his hand when he said that, answering for me.

He chuckled. "You like that idea, huh?"

"God yeah, Coach."" I hissed, leaning into kiss him quickly but
deeply. "Um... you gonna show me how?" I felt dumb but I didn't know what
was involved in fucking a guy.

Coach got out of bed and went to rummage through his bag. He pulled out
some lube and tossed it to me. "Nice catch, Bentley," he grinned before
hopping back on the bed. It was wild to see this older, built ex-jock act
almost like a kid in his playfulness. That hardon wasn't a kid's though, it
was all man. Not nearly as long as mine, but nice and meaty and surrounded
by a full blond bush that became a light dusting on his heavy balls. I
didn't know if all older man had lower ball sacs, but I was into the way
Myers' junk looked different from mine.

I flipped the cap as Coach leaned back and pulled his legs toward his
chest. God, the sight was so lewd and hot. "Apply a good dollop of that
stuff and finger it into me, Mark," Coach instructed. I'd learn later in
life that some men need more finesse in prep work, but Coach M preferred
the direct, aggressive finger work. When I jabbed that third finger inside
him and twisted, he let out an excited moan and that thick cock of his
jerked.

"I'm good to go, Bentley," he urged. "Get up in there... fuck my horny
ass."

I was so turned on, I worried I'd cum prematurely. But I kept it in check
as I lined up my hard dick to his now lubed pucker. Looking down I read his
face for the OK sign. Coach nodded. I used my hips to push forward. The
sphincter clenched, then opened up. And just like that I was entering my
first ass.

I worried it would hurt Coach, but he looked up at me with intense
lust. "All the way in, buddy," he grunted. Impatient, his hands grabbed my
hips and pulled me in. My cock sank deep into Coach's tight, hot guts.

I must have had a look on my face that was equal parts surprise and
ecstasy.

"Your first piece of ass," Coach hissed, feeding off me losing at least one
part of my virginity. "How's it feel, Bentley."

"Fucking incredible, Coach," I grunted. Despite my inexperience, I just
started thrusting. I couldn't help it, I just loved the sensation around my
meat and wanted to maximize it.

Coach's verbal streak took a break, but he lay back, passive almost and ran
his hands along my body as I fucked him. In and out, I gave him steady,
firm strokes.

It was his turn to show surprise that I was a natural at this. That idea
had me cumming. It was way sooner than I hoped, but it was the most
incredible orgasm of my young life, better than Coach's blowjobs even.

"Get it, stud," Coach growled, speaking up again. "Get that nut inside me."

My cum seemed to last a minute. The pleasure just kept coming, in waves and
jerks, as my balls emptied out inside this authority figure.

Coach was now fisting his own tool wildly, going for his second cum of the
night. I kind of wished I was more clear-headed to watch that cum, but it
was all incredible. The feel of his ass around my spent cock, the sight of
his big body going into orgasm, the knowledge I helped get him there.

We uncoupled and I plopped on the bed.

"Fuck, Coach," I sighed. "Is it always that good?" My chest was rising up
and down as I tried to catch my breath. For some reason I felt more
tuckered than I did after running drills at practice.

He nodded. "It can be, Bentley. Glad you enjoyed your first time out."

I was still trying to process things. "You often do that, Coach?" For all
we'd done in the span of just over 24 hours, we still hadn't talked about
Coach's private life.

He shrugged. "Not often enough, Mark, but I love it. A lot, actually." He
seemed to be reading my face for my reaction. "I guess we haven't talked
about things, but no one can know about what we do this week, Mark."

"God, Coach, I know," I said. "There gonna be more this week?"

Coach nodded and his hand caressed my body. The man couldn't seem to get
enough of my leaner muscle and that was a BIG ego boost, coming from an
ex-college jock like Myers. "I'll respect your wishes, Mark, but I'd say we
have a good thing going."

"We do, Coach," I hissed. We kissed softly. I was hard again, but not
wanting to fuck or anything. I just loved holding this man and making out
with him.

Finally as we lay there, looking into each other's eyes, Coach M saw my
eyelids droop. "The day catching up with you, big guy?"

I nodded.

He patted my chest then reached over to turn off the bedside lamp.

I was out in about a mintue.

***

The next day, and the day after, I felt like a changed man. I had the
overcharged sex drive of an 18 year old jock and here Coach was eager to
take care of my needs. I loved it all but especially fucking ass. I'm not a
naturally cocky guy but at that age, fucking a hot dude will give you one
hell of a confidence boost.

I became more open. Taking the initiative with sex, asking Coach to blow me
again. Directing him into different positions when we fucked. I had 240
pounds of ex-tight end muscle at my disposal for the week, and I was gonna
enjoy it.

And yeah, I sucked Myers a few times that week. I kind of expected him to
make a play for my ass. I wasn't ready for that step, and I rehearsed in my
mind exactly what I'd say once Coach made a move to fuck me. But he never
did.

We talked more. I opened up to Coach M about being gay and how I'd
repressed a lot over my high school years. If the sex was hot between us,
the way the man just listened, as a coach but as a lover, too, made me fall
in love with him. Or at least made me majorly crushed out.

For his part, Coach told me about closeted life in our small town, and the
trips he'd make to the city on the weekends. He told me about tops and
bottoms. I hadn't really read up much or even watched gay porn, I was too
scared to. But I ate it all up now, grateful to have an experienced man
show me the ropes.

"A lot of guys are vers, which means they'll top or bottom," he
explained. "But I'm afraid your coach is a big ol' bottom," he added.

"That's not a bad thing, Coach," I piped in.

He chuckled and ruffled my hair. "Guess I have some hang ups sometimes," he
said.

For some reason I felt super protective of Coach just then. "You're all
man, Coach. I dunno, it's just so hot to fuck you," I articulated. "I'm
still pinching myself we've been fooling around this week, actually."

That seemed to turn Myers on. He felt my sides and pulled me closer to
him. "You're all man, too, Bentley. I told myself I wasn't going to make
the moves on you, but I just got this vibe from you."

"Vibe is an understatement, Coach," I grinned.

"John," he corrected softly. "You can call me John, Mark."

I was loving this emotional connection and the chance to talk, but I was
also getting horny. "Can I fuck you again, John?" I asked, getting off on
using his first name for the first time.

"God yeah," he replied. We kissed deeply, feeling our bodies writhe against
one another. The man was nearly 40 and I loved the way our bodies were
matched in height but contrasted in build.

He had a goofy grin when we broke that kiss. "I'm being greedy," he said
simply.

"How so?" I prompted.

"So Mark... think you'd be up for rimming." I was naive and it showed I
didn't get what he was talking about. So he explained. "Licking my
ass. I'll get squeaky clean for you."

"Yeah, I guess, Coach," I said. Then corrected. "John." I wasn't 100
percent sure, actually, but I'd enjoyed everything so far and figured I
owed the man this.

He went and washed up and came back to bed with a nervous grin on his
face. "You sure about this, buddy?"

"Sure I'm sure, John," I said, leaning up and gently stroking my hardon.

He nodded and got on the bed belly down, spreading his legs and showing off
that meaty ass. "Just do as much as you're comfortable with, Mark. But
heads up, a good ass eating will drive me wild."

The first licks were tentative, but I soon got into it. But the effect on
Coach M was something else. The man writhed the more I tongued him, then
something just clicked in me and I got crazy turned on. I just started
eating him out, munching wildly at coach's puckered hole.

"Goddamn, stud!" John cried. "Get up there and fuck me!"

I slathered my cock with lube and crawled up on his meaty frame. We both
let out an oof when I penetrated him. I paused a second, then it was off to
the races. I fucked him athletically, using my full body, and Coach just
urged me on, bucking beneath me, up into each of my thrusts. The mattress
was bouncing, and I felt like a porn star.

"I'm cumming, Mark," Coach hissed, and with perfect timing, I was entering
orgasm, too. Holding onto Coach as I gave several deep final jabs into him
and unloaded my teen seed.

I started to get off him when I finally came down from my sexual high but
John spoke up.

"Stay there, Bentley," he urged softly. "I love feeling you on top of me."

***

The last day of our trip, we came back from the beach and Coach went to
shower off. We hadn't actually had sex in the shower and as I boned up in
my trunks I figured, why not? Feeling a rush of sexual excitement, I
slipped off my swimwear and lubed up my cock well. I stepped into the
bathroom to see Coach's magnificent backside, a tan line accentuating that
amazing muscle ass. I still couldn't believe I'd been tapping that all
week.

Myers didn't seem too surprised that I was joining him.

"Feeling horny, Bentley?" he chuckled.

"Pretty much, Coach," I said, stepping in and feeling up those boulder of
delt muscle before reaching around to hold him closer to me. The contact
between his wet body and my still warm one was incredible. I humped against
him and kiss the back of his neck as he let out a soft, low moan.

We enjoyed the body contact for a minute, until I reached down and guided
my boner to the right spot between his meaty buns.

"Unngh!" Coach grunted at the entry. He'd coached me how to do it, how to
tap a guy's ass. The right amount of slow, the right amount of
assertiveness. I'd internalized those lessons by now and Myers' ass was
rewarding me by relaxing around my intruder of a cock. I worked past the
tightness then buried deep into Coach's guts.

"Oh fuck, Mark," the man sighed. "You're so fucking hung."

I patted his abdomen playfully as I held steady for a second, balls deep in
my coach. "You like it thought, right, John?"

"God yeah," he grunted.

I gave another soft kiss to his meaty neck. "I wanna keep fucking you when
we get back home," I announced. "I wanna fuck you every day." Then I went
at it. Long deep strokes in and out of that hot ass, enjoying the
sensations of his raw insides on my hard, horny prick. Holding on to him
for leverage, fucking him like a stallion, pressing him into the shower
wall as he took it and took it well.

"Goddamn," Coach hissed, getting into the physical intensity of the
fuck. That just urged me to go harder on him. "I love you, Mark."

That hit me deep. My hips went at him harder, maybe to punish him for
bringing out these emotions I couldn't control. Or to reward him with the
bigger younger dick he seemed to crave. "Love you, too. Coach... John," I
gasped. Then I felt my breath check as I entered orgasm.

I was actually tearing up as I collapsed against John's strong back,
feeling the shower spray on us. I felt so goddamn happy yet overwhelmed
emotionally.

I could feel his body jerk in my arms as he got himself off, my dick still
buried in him. I'd have to learn to be a better lover, to take care of his
needs too. But for now, Coach didn't seem to mind.

It wouldn't be our last fuck of the trip but it felt like a perfect climax
to it. Passionate, primal, manly sex. The summation of a perfect week.

After he nutted, we parted and rinsed off, taking the time to soap each
other, then take turns under the spray.

As we toweled off, John finally broke our postcoital silence. Eyes on me,
he said softly, "Yeah things will be different back home now, Bentley."

Turns out we never talked to any college coaches or even stepped foot on
the University of South Florida campus.