Date: Tue, 9 May 2006 18:32:45 -0700 (PDT) From: Tom Orr Subject: After P.E. At 12 years old, I was short for my age. With blond, curly hair, I weighed only 110 pounds and had no pubic hair, but my cock was 4 and a half inches long and almost an inch in diameter when erect, with a long foreskin that covered the head. The guys in P.E. used to tease me when we'd shower after class, calling me "baby" and asking me why I still didn't have any "hair" like them. P.E. was my last class of the day, so I alway made sure to dry off completely before I headed home in the cool afternoon air. It was the last day of school before Christmas break, and, as I showered late, I suddenly realized that I was the last guy left in the locker room, still drying off. Looking down to the other end of the locker room, I noticed that Coach Ramirez, the football coach, and my P.E. teacher, was just stepping into the shower. Coach Carlos Ramirez looked like a taller, more muscular version of Antonio Banderas, about 30 years old with smooth, hairless olive skin, jet black hair, a very muscular physique and an extremely long and thick uncut dick with a skin-over that hung about two inches over the tip. His balls were also hairless, low-hangers, about the size of goose eggs, and the right one hung a bit lower than the left. As he walked into the shower, his huge slab of man-meat swung from side to side, hitting his left thigh, then his right, repeatedly. I stood there, not moving, fascinated by his beauty, and wondering, like everyone else at school, why he always seemed to be the last one to shower. His best friend, another teacher, Coach O'Connor, a green-eyed, red-headed 23 year-old body builder from Ireland was usually hanging out with him in the office, but he had apparently already gone home. The locker room was silent, except for the splashing of Coach Ramirez's shower and my increasingly heavy breathing. Watching Coach Ramirez soap himself, I observed his fat, brown tube start to swell as he rubbed it, the long foreskin eventually peeling back and exposing the huge, shiny purple head. It had to be at least 12 inches long and easily 3 inches across. I'd never seen a cock that big. I noticed that I had started to get hard, too. Before I could cover up, Coach looked right at me, down at my now rock hard penis, and then back at my face and frowned. "Hey, Jones," he yelled, "Get over here," he growled "Uh, sure, coach," I stammered and headed toward him, terrified and excited. "What the hell do you think you're doing, spying on me, huh? And what's this about?" he asked, pointing at my still-throbbing erection. "I could get you in big trouble for spying on a teacher, you know!" "I'm sorry, coach. I didn't mean to. I'm just late getting out of here. Please don't tell anybody," I pleaded. "I'll think about it if you get over here right now and wash my back. Right now," he barked. He handed me the soap and I stepped behind him and started to rub it all over his smooth, muscular back. I was scared, but my boner got even harder as soon as my hands touched him. "Lower," he commanded, "still lower." I suddenly realized that I was rubbing the smooth, round globes of his ass, slipping my right hand into his hairless crack. I suddenly felt his smooth pucker hole and rubbed it firmly. I felt hotter and more turned on and decided to slide two fingers into the moist, hot opening. Coach Ramirez groaned loudly and pushed back on my fingers until they disappeared into his slick butt-hole up to the last knuckles. "Yeah, that's it," he groaned, "harder." I kept shoving my finger in and out of the red-hot pucker until he finally pulled away, saying, "Let me rinse off, Jason." He rinsed the soap off his body and swung around, his huge, veiny erection swinging away from his body, pre-cum dripping from the long foreskin. "On your knees, Jason. Now," he ordered. "Now, peel back the skin and put my cock into your mouth, or else." I grabbed hold of the monster with my left hand, unable to wrap my hand all the way around it's huge girth, and with my right hand I slowly peeled back the dripping foreskin to reveal a slick, shiny, purple head about the size a light bulb with a two-inch slit, clear slime oozing from it and running onto my hand. I leaned forward and opened my 12 year old mouth as far as I could, engulfing as much of the hot, massive head as possible . Oh, yeah..." he groaned, grabbing the back of my head, pulling it toward his crotch and shoving the monster down my virgin throat. At first, I gagged, but with each thrust of his hips, I started to open my throat and was able to swallow almost all of his 12 inches. Again and again he shoved the giant column of meat down my throat until unexpectedly he let out a cry and I felt jet after jet of hot, salty man-juice hitting the back of my throat. He came so much that my young mouth couldn't hold it all, and spooge was dripping out of the corners of my mouth. From behind me I heard, "Don't swallow that!" Startled, I turned and saw that coach O'Connor was standing five feet behind us, stark-naked and sporting a throbbing boner. Coach O'Connor stood about 5 foot, ten inches with bright red hair, and was built like a gymnast, with a perfectly proportioned body sporting large dark pink nipples and a nine-inch throbber which was even fatter than Coach Ramirez's. It was an upward curving, solid white, uncut shaft, bulging with blue and purple veins and topped by a shiny, fiery red blunt knob, dripping pre-cum, sticking out from a tiny shock of bright orange pubic hair. The vein on the underside was clearly visible, about an inch wide and an inch thick. He walked directly over to me and shoved his cock in my face, saying softly, "I want that big load all over this fat dick, kid, I'm gonna take your cherry." He shoved his rock-hard boner in and out my mouth a few times and then told me to spit the rest into his hand. He then put his cum-covered hand into the crack of my ass and spread the jizz all over my tiny, pink, hairless hole, sliding his index finger into me. I jumped a bit, at first, but almost immediately I love the feeling of his finger, which continued to plunge deeper and deeper into me. "Hold him, Carlos," he said, as Coach Ramirez spread my tiny ass cheeks for Coach O'Connor. Coach O'Connor pushed the huge, jizz covered head against my virgin hole and pushed. I felt like I was being split in two as the massive head slowly slid into my guts, stretching my pucker-hole to the breaking point. Coach O'Connor covered my mouth to stifle a scream as he slammed the shaft home, lifiting me off my knees with his thrust. I was in agony for a few moments, but as Coach O'Connor began to rythmically thrust in and out, in and out, in and out, it began to feel incredible. I pushed back against him with every thrust, hearing him groan in ecstacy. I looked up just as Coach Ramirez was sliding his once-again hard slab of latin dick into my mouth, leaning over me to shove his tongue down Coach O'Conner's throat. "Both of us, Carlos, both of us," Coach O'Connor moaned, as he rolled onto his back, me still impaled on his gigantic shaft, my hairless boner poking straight up in the air. In front of me, Coach Ramirez grabbed my ankles and lifted them onto his shoulders as he put the head of his dripping boner against my already filled baby asshole. With a cry and a shove, he drove it deep into my guts. I almost fainted from the pain of two giant cocks filling my pink, virgin asshole, but soon the feeling of one shoving forward while the other slid back felt amazingly good. As they fucked me, they kissed passionately, sliding their tongues into one another's mouths. Faster and faster they thrust their giant poles into my pink, hairless hole, "Agh...agh..agh...agh...agh...agh..." Coach O'Connor cried. "Oh, yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah..." moaned Ramirez. Each thrust going deeper and deeper, their breath came faster and faster, until suddenly I heard Coach O'Connor cry out, "Oh, my god...Oh...I'm coming...I'm coming..." I felt his body tense-up and his giant dick began to throb deep inside my guts, filling me with his hot cream. As soon as he said he was coming, Coach Ramirez yelled, "Ohh...oh...oh...oh...oh, yeah!!!!!!" and his pole also began to pulsate and twitch, shooting a huge load of spooge inside me too, mixing with Coach O'Connor's. Almost at the same moment, my hairless boner shot rope after rope of lumpy jizz onto Coach Ramirez's chest. After a minute, they slowly slid their still rigid love muscles out of my ass with a "plop" and Coach O'Connor ordered me to stand up and squat over his face and push. I positioned myself right over his mouth and heard the huge load of combined jizz slide out of my asshole and into his waiting mouth. He got up, cum dripping from the corners of his mouth and deep kissed Coach Ramirez, transferring the creamy, salty load into his mouth. Coach Ramirez then came over to me and parted my lips, depositing the spooge into my mouth, ordering me to swallow it. "Well, time to go home, Jason," said Coach Ramirez, "And this time I won't tell anybody that your were spying on me. Merry Christmas."