Date: Tue, 9 Oct 2018 14:39:35 +0000
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: Awesome Butt Jock

**156 -- Awesome Butt Jock

                                  Awesome Butt Jock

I walked into the locker room to a sight that stopped me in my tracks.
There was a boy/man standing at an open locker, his back to me, reaching in
the top of the lower locker.  He wore white athletic socks, a white T-shirt
stretched across his incredibly broad, very muscular shoulders and the
smallest shorts I'd ever seen, all of which showed off his dark tan.  They
were boxer briefs, so brief that the lower curvature of his butt muscles
were bared, and below that a pair of thighs that resembled concrete posts.
I gaped for a moment, especially at his butt, before making a sound to let
him know I was there.  I cleared my throat to get his attention.

"Oh, Hi."

"Hello.  And you are?" I asked.

"Jake Halsted," he said as he turned around.  "I came to get registered but
I met somebody in the hallway and he told me PE was the next class so I
decided....well, here I am; figured I could get registered after class."

"Alright," I said, eyeing him up and down and thinking, Ohh, My Godd! The
front view was even more awesome than the rear.  The way he filled out the
tiny boxer briefs was more than eye-catching; it was downright criminal.

"I hope I'm not in trouble my first day."

"No, you're not in trouble," I assured him.

"I was hoping somebody could lend me some PE shorts till I can buy a pair."

"I'm sure we can round up a pair of regulation shorts for you," I said.

"And maybe a jockstrap if there's one laying around, like if you've got a
lost and found box?"

"Got one in my office; come with me," I said. "When that guy told you PE is
the next class; that's next hour."

"Oh. I guess I jumped the gun.  I guess I should've gone straight to
register after all," he said as he followed me into my office.

"You got the cart before the horse but we'll get that straightened out
tomorrow."  I opened the cabinet and pulled out the lost and found box and
set it on my desk.  "Here, rummage through this, see what you can find."

While he was going through the athletic garments I closed my office door
and discreetly locked it.  Watching him, I was starting to sweat. Not that
it was so hot in my office. It wasn't that. It was having this kid in my
office that made my temperature rise, and with more than an hour to
waste. He was absolutely the most incredibly built boy I'd ever seen, and
with the kind of good looks that made your eyes water.

"So, Jake, tell me about yourself.  Where did you go to school before, and
what brings you to our school?"

"In California; Madison Heights.  My dad got transferred."

"What sports?" I asked.

"Wrestling and rugby."

"I might have known," I said with a smile which brought a confused frown to
his handsome face.  "The way you're put together," I said, nodding
acknowledgement of his superior build. "You've definitely got a rugby
physique, especially those thighs and your butt."

"I was too heavy for all the other sports except football and that just
didn't appeal to me," he said.  "Do you have a rugby team?  Please tell me
you've got a rugby team."

"Sad to say, we don't, but maybe we can do something about that.  We do
have wrestling, though.  And football, if you change your mind."

"No, I'll stick to wrestling if that's okay, till maybe you get a rugby
team put together."

He had found a pair of PE shorts and then held up a jockstrap.  "Can I have
these?"

"Sure, anything in the box is unclaimed," I said.

"Mind if I try on the shorts?" he asked.

"Be my guest."

I was a little surprised that he was going to change right there in my
office but I had closed the door, and he seemed so at ease, and I certainly
didn't mind one bit.  I got my next surprise that almost sent me into
orbit, when he peeled down his shorts and kicked them up with a toe and
snatched them out of the air; when what he had stuffed in his shorts fell
free and unfurled. I swallowed hard....okay, I gulped as I watched him put
the jockstrap on. I'd never seen anything so stunningly sexy in my life.
The jock was well worn, with tiny tears and pick holes.  As he was lacing
it up I took note that he was tanned all over.  Okay, he was from
California, but I wanted to hear how and where he got that all over tan.

"It's a good fit," he remarked, hefting the bulge with one hand.

"Yes, it.....it fits you to a T," I said.  I barely managed to get the
words out; my mouth was watering and I nearly choked on my spit.

He stepped into the shorts and pulled them up his massive thighs. The way
his legs filled them out, I doubted right away if they were going to fit.
They did, in an awesome sort of way.  Like, they were probably the right
size for an average boy with his waist size but it was everything else
beside the waist that he had to stuff in them.

"I don't know about the shorts, though, Coach," he said, looking down at
himself.  He tugged them up in back and that pulled them down in front.  He
tugged them up in front and they pulled down in back.

"They're fine, till you can get a new pair," I said.  I wished I'd stopped
with They're Fine.  I didn't really want him having a new pair that fit.
There was a brief, awkward pause of a few seconds. "Listen, we've got time
to kill, why don't you show me some of your moves," I said, nodding to the
mats in the far corner of my office.

"Are you the wrestling coach too?" he asked.

"No, he's a volunteer who comes in part time, but I wrestled in college," I
replied.

"Alright, if I'm not signing my death warrant," he said.

"I think you'll be able to hold your own," I said.

That's all it was intended to be, just showing his moves; something to kill
time.  That's what I told myself anyway, but I knew I was lying even as the
words came out of my mouth.  I had an hour to kill with this magnificent
stud in my office; I didn't want to waste it on just wrestling moves.
Still, I was at the same time denying that I fully intended to seduce the
kid. No, it wouldn't get that far. Despite his build, he was possibly
underage.  But I knew myself well enough that I couldn't let anything so
gorgeous go untested.  I had to find out if he was fair game.  I had lied
to myself before and I knew I was lying now.  Sex with other guys was in my
genes. Sex with teenage boys was my passion that was too often and too long
denied. Hell, it was the reason I'd gone into coaching in the first place.
I was inspired by my own high school coach who had seduced me in much the
same way that I had seduced several boys in my charge and as sure as fate
had brought him to me, I was going to seduce this man/boy.

He got down on the mat and assumed the position without me telling him. I
wondered if it was because I was the coach and he thought I should take the
dominant position, or if he was trying to convey some sort of message with
his mouth watering ass stuck out like that. I joined him on the mat. Close
up, he had the smell of manly clean.

The boy was quick and he was incredibly strong. I had to exert a lot of
effort to pin him and even then I wondered if he was using all of his
strength.  He pinned me a couple of times and it wasn't because I let him;
he was quick and young and determined, and he wore me down.  It was worth
the time and physical effort to have those hard, smooth young muscles
rippling and bulging against me.  Suddenly he broke and reared back away
from me onto his knees.

"Sorry, coach," he said, his face turning red.

"Sorry for what?  That was an awesome move."

"No, I.....I mean.....for this," he stammered, glancing down at the
oversized bulge in the shorts.

I laughed. "Son, that doesn't look like anything you need to apologize
for," I said as I lifted up to a sitting position.

"It just happens sometimes," he said.

"I know; happens to a lot of guys," I said.  "Although not on such a
massive scale," I added, trying to put him at ease.  I laughed again.
"You're going to make quite an impression in the locker room, and with the
girls when word gets out."

"I wish I didn't," he said.

"Listen to me.  It's nothing to be ashamed of.  Not getting a hardon, and
certainly not your size.  The other guys may give you some shit but it's
only because they're jealous.  Take it in stride."

"I need to wear a jockstrap under my kit, Coach."

"That's not usually done," I said.

"But I can't compete like this."

"Son, don't you know, that is the reason a lot of people go to wrestling
matches; probably most people if the truth were known."

"I hate being such a freak."

"Whoa! Stop right there," I said sternly.  "You're not a freak, and you're
treading on thin ice, questioning and demeaning what God saw fit to give
you." I drew in a deep breath and let it out. "Okay, take it out," I said.

"What?"

"Take it out.  Better yet, slip your shorts and jock off."

"Coach, I......"

"Just do it."

"Yes, sir."

He stood up and hooked his thumbs in the waist and tugged the shorts down.
He struggled to pull them off his butt and down his thick thighs but then
he kicked them aside. He hesitated, standing still in his jockstrap.

"The jock, too."

He started unlacing the jockstrap but his hands were shaking so that he
pulled the lace into a knot.  I didn't know why he was so nervous. He
fumbled with the knot but only made it worse.  I rose up to my knees and
moved up to him.

"I'll get it," I said as I brushed his hands aside.  I carefully loosened
the knot and pulled the laces out of the first two holes of the garment. I
got a couple of nice feels of the heat of his hardon along the way. Bad as
I wanted to take it off of him, I left it to him to finish. I was baffled
that he turned away from me. Why would such a gorgeous specimen of manhood
be so shy or embarrassed over his physical self? He seemed so at ease just
minutes before. Suddenly I moved up behind him; I couldn't help myself.

"Jake," I said as I laid a hand on his shoulder. I felt the muscles tighten
but he didn't turn around.  "There's no reason, Son, for you to feel shy or
embarrassed or self-conscious.  You're built like a god; you should be
proud of that....celebrate it." As I was speaking I ran my hand down his
massive arm and entwined my fingers in his.  When he didn't try to pull
away I put my other hand on his hip.

"Are you understanding me?" I asked.

"I d-don't know, I.....Yes, sir, I....think so," he said in a rather timid
voice.

I moved more behind him and wrapped both arms around his trim waist,
pressing my hands on his flat, hard stomach; one hand just below his chest,
the other hand at the bottom of his abs.

"A boy with your physical attributes should be comfortable in his skin," I
murmured in his ear.

"C-Coach, this.....this is....developing into a....a s-situation," he
stammered hoarsely.

"Nothing we can't handle."

"You know what I mean," he said, his voice hoarse and raspy.

"Maybe we, uh....should do something about it.....before you have to go to
your next class?" I asked as I moved my hand down over the front of his
shorts.  "Damn, you have got a real situation on your hands."

"It's kinda in your hand, Coach, not mine," he said.

"Do you want me to do something about it?  I can," I said.

"I d-don't know Coach, where....where this is going."

"Nowhere you don't want it to.  So let me show you," I said as I ran my
hand down inside his shorts to feel his cock. "Damn, Son, that's a club!" I
exclaimed as I felt all along his massive cock.  It was the biggest cock
I'd ever felt, or even imagined.  I couldn't get my hand around it.  "Turn
around," I said.

He turned around to face me.  There was sweat on his brow and on his chest.
I tugged his shorts down till his cock sprung free.

"You are quite a man," I said as I took it in my hand again.  He was well
over nine inches long, massively thick with a baseball size head that was
oozing precum.  The slight upward curve made him look all the more
menacing.  I stroked him several times, causing the precum to bubble up and
run down over the head.

"You're boiling hot," I said.  "And shaking.  Why are you so nervous?"

"I never imagined....ever d-doing anything...like this, with another guy, I
mean, especially my coach," he stammered.

"You've disappointed a lot of guys then, and coaches," I told him.  "And
we're wasting precious ball juice."

"I always do this when I'm excited," he said.

"Shame to waste it. Want me to take care of it for you?" I asked.

"I d-don't know exactly....what you mean."

"Then let me show you," I said.  "I need your permission, Son, so I know
I'm not doing something you don't want me to do."

"You're not," he said.  "Yeah, I want....you to.....to show me."

I guided him over to a bench I kept in my office.  "Stand on the bench," I
said.

He stood up on the bench and I steadied him.  His cock was right in my
face, throbbing and bucking hard, and now the precum was dripping onto the
floor.  I pulled his shorts down and he held onto my shoulders for me to
take them off of him.

"Magnificent!" I whispered as I ran my hands up his massive thighs and
around his taut bubble butt.  I wet my lips then began lapping the precum
off the head of his cock.  It twitched and bucked and pumped out more of
the sweet nectar.  To get it all I took his cock in my mouth and milked his
cock to bring it up through the tubes.  The stuff coated my tongue, causing
me to whimper with delight at the taste of him.

"Awww, Coach," he groaned softly.

I lifted my head to speak.  "I'm glad you're letting me do this," I said as
I stroked his massive cock.

"I'm glad you wanta do it; it feels so good."

"Oh, I wanta do it.  I want to do so much.....show you so much......"  With
that, I began sucking him. It was such a wonderful challenge.  I could only
handle about half of his cock. I tried more but the upward curve made it
almost impossible to take him in my throat; the angle just wasn't right.
Within a couple of minutes he was fucking my mouth and I knew I had to do
better to accommodate him fully.  My asshole was twitching but I was
determined to deep throat him first before taking things to that level.

"Listen, Jake, there's a better way," I told him.

"It's good, what you're doing Coach, but if you've got a better way.....I
just hope I can stand it.  You got my legs trembling as it is."

"We can cure that too.  Step down off the bench." I steadied him on his
feet again then I laid down with my head hanging over the end of the bench.
"Straddle my head," I told him. He did, and guided his cock to my mouth
again.  I reached up and clasped my hands round his taut butt to pull him
in, all the way into my throat till his balls were smashed against my
forehead.

"Ohh, God!" he gasped.  "I never imagined anybody could do this!"

I kept him pulled in tight and gulped on his cock, milking it with my
throat muscles.

"Oh, Coach, that feels so good, the way you're swallowing my cock like
that, your throat muscles stroking me."

I eased my grip and urged him to fuck my throat.  He took the cue and
started moving back and forth, gouging my throat with his massive cock,
causing little wet suctioning sounds. Godd, it was wonderful. I let him use
my throat like a pussy, happy to be his coach/slut.

He pulled out suddenly, squeezing his cock. "I don't wanta cum yet," he
said.

"Take all the breaks you need; make it last as long as you can," I told
him.

At one point I eased him back and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand
as I sat up.  "Listen, there's another way.....something else I wanta show
you.  Have you ever fucked a girl?"

"Yes, a couple," he said.

"Only a couple?  I would think you'd have girls lined up for that big cock
and those muscles."

"I don't like girls who come on too strong," he said.

"I hope I'm not coming on too strong.

"No, sir.  You're my coach and you're showing me stuff.  I wanta learn all
you can teach me, Coach."

"Okay.  Do you wanta fuck me?"

"F-Fuck you?!" he gasped.  "Geez, Coach I really never ever imagined any
guy would be asking me that, especially not my coach."

"Well, I'm offering up my ass for you, Son; do you want it?"

"Yesss! Godd, Yesss!  B-but.....are you sure? You see how big I am."

"Come around and straddle the bench," I told him as I brought my legs up to
hold them out wide. "You're slick enough to go in," I told him.

He sat astraddle the bench and came on target and nudged his cock against
me, a questioning look on his face.

"You're good to go, Son," I said.

"Godd, I can't believe this," he whispered as he pressured my clenching
asshole with the head of his cock.

"You're good to go," I told him again as I reached down and clasped my
hands around his massive thighs.

He pushed and entered me and my sphincter clamped tightly around the rim of
his cockhead when he pushed through.

"Awwww!  Fuck, that's so tight!"

"Partly because you're so big," I said.

"Not too big am I?  I don't wanta hurt you, Coach."

"Let me worry about that," I said.

He eased in deeper and I felt my guts being reamed like I couldn't remember
before.  No, I wasn't a virgin, but it'd been a while and it felt like I
was.  After a long entry he was finally in me to the hilt; I could feel his
heavy balls resting against the lower crack of my ass and his cock was
throbbing hard deep inside me.

"That okay, Coach?" he asked.

"More'n you know," I said.

"Can I fuck you now?"

"Yeah.  Hard and deep and as long as you want.  Make it last, for both of
us."

He pulled back and started fucking me and I went a little delirious.  I
didn't cry out or anything, or act like a bitch in heat, but my head was
spinning.  Godd, the boy could fuck!!  And the visual was equally
stimulating; so much so that I had my hands all over him everywhere I could
reach.

"You've got a beautiful body.  Your muscles feel good," I said.

"So do yours, Coach.  I think I like fucking a guy better than doing it to
a girl."

"I expect a lot of guys would say that if they were truthful with
themselves."

"You're nice and snug, and alive," he said.  "Listen, when I get ready to
cum......"

"That's a hard choice for me, so you make it for yourself," I told him.

"Why is it a hard choice for you?" he asked.

"I wanta feel you shoot it inside me but I'd like to see you cum.  I also
want you to shoot it in my mouth so I can taste it."

"If I did that.....would you swallow?"

"Damn straight.  I wouldn't dream of wasting it."

"Then I think I'll do that.  But I.....I'd be pulling my cock out of my ass
and......."

"No worry.  You can pull out and shove it right into my throat."

"Okay.  This is gonna be awesome," he said as he began fucking me in
earnest.  He wasn't brutal but his size made it an alpha fuck, more than
most boys who had mounted me.  Watching him with his muscles rippling and
bulging was like watching a porn video.

"I can't believe you're letting me do this, Coach," he groaned.

I didn't bother to reply, except to clasp his taut ass to pull him into me.

"My Godd, you can't be serious about fucking only two girls, and you can
fuck like this?"

"Truth, Coach."

"Ease out," I told him.  With a confused look he pulled his cock out and it
sprung up almost angrily, throbbing and quivering violently.  "Just wanted
a look at what's inside me," I said and I reached out to pull him to me
again.  I set the head against my gaping hole and he resumed fucking me.

"Are we gonna do this again, Coach?" he asked.

"Often as you want," I said.

"That could be every day; I get so horny all the time."

"Every day then, and twice on Sunday," I joked.

"Coach, I'm talking to try to keep from cumming."

I reached up and rubbed my fingers across his lips to silence him.  "Then
don't talk.  Let it go; there's always more, and another time."

"I really do wanta cum," he said.  "Do you still want me to shoot in your
mouth?"

"Yessss!"

Barely a dozen strokes more he was pulling out, frantically stroking his
cock as he straddled closer with it aimed at my face.  Next instant he
exploded with a powerful, thick salvo of cum splattering all over my face
and neck, with a couple sailing over my head.  Oddly, even frightfully, I
couldn't remember if I'd locked the locker room door from the inside.  Or
my office door!  But we finished in peace with a cum bath and the big
muscle stud laying over me to catch his breath.

"Man, Coach, I never shot so hard in my life," he panted.

"I never saw a load like that before," I said as I was swallowing to wash
down the taste of him.  He scooped up more of his thick cum with his
fingers and guided it to my mouth.  I licked off his fingers and swallowed
again.

Next day my worries about the door were confirmed.  Another boy, a muscular
jock named Mark.....he had lingered back till the others were done.....
sauntered into my office holding his jockstrap down in front of him.

"Hey, Coach, got a minute?"

"What's up, Mark?" I asked.

"This."  He moved the jockstrap to reveal his sizeable, throbbing hardon.
It swayed majestically as he came towards my desk.  I gulped, knowing full
well why he was there.  "I'd like to have some of what you're giving Jake,"
he said as he came around my desk and came right up to my chair.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"I was in the equipment cage, then you took him into your office.  You
didn't lock the door."

I slid off the chair to my knees.

				  The End