Date: Mon, 6 Apr 2020 19:16:20 -0400 From: Doug Dickson Subject: "Coach Johnson's Private Lessons" ***This fictional story involves a romantic encounter between an older man and much younger boy, if this is not your idea of a fun time please read no further! If you enjoyed the story give me a shout! You can e-mail me at "dougdicksonart (at) gmail.com", the encouragement goes a long way to inspiring further stories :) You can find links to my other stories at the bottom of the text*** Every day on my way to gym class my heart would skip a beat as I swelled with anticipation to see my favorite teacher in the school, Mr. Johnson. I was about 18 years old and was only just coming to terms with my feelings about men, and about older men in particular. I was of two minds, part of me was still very uncomfortable with and nervous about my sexuality while another part was totally consumed by a lust for older cock that seemed to dominate all my thoughts every hour of the day. I had yet to have my first sexual experience but my fantasy life was extensive and in it I could become quite the slut. In particular the object of my desires lately had been Coach Johnson, my 45 year old gym teacher, easily the most handsome man in my highschool. He was tall and heavy set with a firm, muscular paunch and beautiful beefy arms and legs, just my type of hot daddy. I can picture his handsome face instantly when I try to recall it, that heavy brow and jawline, large aquiline nose and those perfect full lips that stuck out in an adorable pout, all capped by a thinning head of salt and pepper hair. He was firm and masculine but soft and kind at the same time. I could almost feel my asshole tingle when I felt his gentle yet stern paternal gaze fall over me. There was a different kind of expression on his face when he was watching me than when he looked at the other kids in the class, his mouth hanging open slightly, the edges of his lips curled up in a smile, what I could have sworn were dreamy bedroom eyes locked on my body as I ran across the gym class playing ball hockey. He'd often pay me special attention in class, making jokes and standing right up next to me. Other times it almost seemed like he could tell I was checking him out and he would start to stretch and pose his big beautiful body all around as if making a show for me, and of course I drank up every minute of those displays greedily with my eyes, terrified that someone would notice the erection I was trying to hide. My favorite moments were when he would yawn in class, lifting his arms up and pulling his clingy t-shirt up far enough that I could catch a glimpse of his sexy belly and treasure trail. One time while I was sitting on the benches he came over and propped his leg up beside me so that my head was almost touching his inner thigh and what I could make out as a hefty bulge barely concealed by the thin fabric of his gym shorts was staring me straight in the face. He then went on to try and have a conversation but my head was spinning and I stumbled over every other word, I could barely raise my head from the outline of his hefty balls and I desperately wanted to bury my face into them. I wondered if he could tell how distracted I was because when I did manage to meet his eyes he was smiling heartily, what a beautiful smile. Mr. Johnson had the sort of incredibly handsome face you could get lost in staring at for hours, just being around him made me feel comfortable and safe and happy. After class each day I'd run home and lock myself in my room to masturbate immediately to my memories of him while they were still fresh in my mind. I would fantasize about how amazing it would feel to suck on his lips and his tongue as it softly probed my mouth, to rub my face through the fur on his chest and smells his musky, manly scent. I had never sucked a cock before but I knew that if I ever got the opportunity to I could suck Mr. Johnson's cock for hours, or even all day without getting bored. It was almost guaranteed that during these masturbation sessions right after class I'd bust a harder and bigger nut than at any other time, my cum flying all over my sheets and sometimes hitting me in the face. I guess Mr. Johnson must have taken some kind of an interest in me too because one day after class he called me to his office to ask if I wanted private lessons in the evenings after school. As badly as I wanted to impress him physical education wasn't my strongest subject and it was true that I fell behind the other students. Of course I jumped at any opportunity to spend extra time with my favorite teacher, but my mind started whirling, speculating as to whether coach suspected how badly I lusted after him. The first few sessions started innocently enough though. I could tell he was serious and he really put me through my paces, having this private time with him really pushed me to give it my all. We went through a general exercise regimen and a practiced a few different sports. In a way it turned me on how he'd order me around, at one point I was on the floor doing push ups as he stood in front of me, his sneakers were in my face and when I looked up I could take in his thick, shapely legs. Fortunately, pure exhaustion kept me from getting visibly fully erect in front of him most of the time, but it was an uphill battle when he'd hold my body in place trying to show me how to make a particular move or shot. While we were playing ball hockey he would come up behind me and move my arms under his and hold my hands in place as he demonstrated the proper way to hold the stick. I could feel his warmth on my back and even his breath on my neck and I positioned myself so that even our legs were touching. Needless to say I couldn't quite concentrate on proper form and missed most of the shots I tried to then take. I noticed following that session he became a bit more physical with me, patting me on the head encouragingly or rubbing my shoulders. When I heard praise from him I would light up, and I think we both were pleased to see that I was making real progress. As we spent more time together I started to feel closer to him and could tell he became more casual with me as well, treating me more like a friend than student. One day at the end of our session Coach Johnson announced that he was going to start teaching me about wrestling, we got out the matts and Mr. Johnson described how he was going to start by showing me a few holds and have me try them on him. I started out able to steel my nerves but very soon into things found myself overwhelmed by how erotic it felt having this beautiful older man holding me in various positions up against him. Some of the holds had me on the ground with his whole body pressed on top of mine. I felt the weight of his muscle and girth pushing against my limbs. He'd have me gripped in a headlock with his leg wrapped around my thigh while I could feel his jaw resting against my forehead, or he'd keep me pinned down scissoring me with his huge legs. As strange as I felt about it, being locked into place and unable to escape his grip drove me wild with desire. This went on for almost a half hour of pure bliss. I tried my best to keep my erection from ever pressing right up against him but to my extreme embarrassment he eventually, seemingly by accident, bumped his hand into it and immediately pulled back. I was mortified, I could tell he was trying to play things off as if nothing happened but he ended the lesson soon after that. To make matters much worse when we both got up off the ground I had a large wet pool of precum on my gym shorts, and it seemed like some of the moisture even rubbed off on coach's bare leg. Coach clearly noticed but again had the sensitivity to pretend like he didn't see anything, and ended the lesson early, curtly telling me to hit the showers and get cleaned up. I rushed off as quickly as I could, I'm sure my face was beet red, and I felt terrible, terrified that this would be the end of the private lessons I was so grateful for. I was close to tears in the locker room and stayed behind there awhile trying to collect myself. Within a few minutes though, Mr. Johnson appeared in the doorway to the changing rooms. "Hey buddy," he called out with a softness in his deep baritone voice, "why don't you come into my office and we can talk a minute?" He wagged his finger, beckoning me over. Although I knew I could trust coach I was so embarrassed and upset that I was really worried I might just burst into tears in front of him. I didn't want to follow him but after a little bit I put myself together as best I could and walked sheepishly into the other room. Mr. Johnson was just casually sitting behind his desk, leaning back with his hands behind his head and a relaxed smile. "Hey mister, come on over, take a seat." His shirt was riding up those beefy biceps and I could catch a glance of his armpit hair. I was still very nervous but the way he was acting was starting to put me at ease, I could tell he wanted to calm me down. He leaned forward and we sat there just looking at each other silently for a little while, or rather he was looking at me and I was struggling to meet his eyes. The worst part was that still, despite everything, looking at his strong, powerful frame reclining there made me feel so good. "How're you feeling?" he asked very simply. "Uh... okay I guess" "I've been really happy with the work you've been doing in our sessions you know, you've made a lot of progress," Mr. Johnson slowly got up out of his chair and came around to the other side of his desk and sat leaning against it beside me. I looked up at him now, he was smiling down at me. "Thanks Coach..." I muttered, my head hanging to the side. He was still wearing the old t-shirt he used for class and it was still damp in some spots, I could even catch a slight whiff of his intoxicating, manly post-workout sweat now that he was so close to me. "So, I noticed while we were out there you got a little excited huh?" "Sorry about that coach, I totally didn't mean t-" "Hey, hey, don't worry about it, it's a perfectly natural thing to happen," He laid his hand firmly on my shoulder and started rubbing it gently, "two men, pressed up against each other real close, the warmth, the friction," he squeezed my arm and laughed, "hell when I was your age I was hard practically all of every day!" He brought his hand back down to either side of him and leaned back, opening his legs up a little bit so that his knee was hanging right near mine and giving me a clear view of his ample and inviting thighs. "Thing is, I want you focusing on the game, not what's going on in your pants, you know what I mean?" I nodded shamefully. "So maybe that means, whatever's going on in your pants you gotta take care of it before you step into the ring." I didn't expect where this conversation was going and as afraid as I was to look Coach in the eyes I had to look up and scan that handsome face of his for any clues as to what he was trying to say. He was still smiling, his mouth slightly open with one eyebrow raised as he continued, "now if it's just that you get excited every once in a while that's one thing, but I gotta tell you, I've sort of wondered the way you act around me if it's not me that's getting you excited." I turned my head away now, terrified of the question I knew was about to come, "when you got hard out there, was it maybe a little bit cause your coach was turning you on?" I paused and there was a heavy silence that seemed monumental, then I quickly spat out "No sir." I was staring off into space, looking away from him, "No Mr. Johnson, I'm sorry it was just something that happened I don't-" I stopped as I heard coach quietly shushing me, he lowered his head to meet my eyes. "Hey, it's okay. I want you to feel totally comfortable talking with me, okay? Here, come here," he reached out and grabbed my hand and held it in his. "Whatever, you want to tell me is okay, you can trust me," he was looking me in the eyes and I looked back at him, getting lost in his beautiful green eyes, "you kind of have a little bit of a thing for your Coach, don't you champ?" His big, strong hands were squeezing mine. It wasn't that I felt totally comfortable telling him so but more that I no longer saw any use in hiding something which apparently was so obvious. I nodded. "That's good," he said, smiling, and paused, he gently placed his hand on my neck, "thank you for telling me that. That was very brave of you, you know, and I'm proud of you for being honest with me." He opened his thighs a little further so that our legs were touching now, "you know what else that means is, we've found a solution to our problem! Maybe all we need to do is get you some release from all that tension building up, so that you can focus." Coach seemed genuinely very excited now, but I was still feeling very confused and worried. I also however wasn't stupid and could tell what Mr. Johnson was trying to say. The idea of being offered something that I'd wanted for so long was almost paralyzing, and I didn't know what to do or how to do it. My cock was certainly starting to twitch with anticipation though and admiring the large, imposing, paternal figure in front of me I noticed underneath his thin gym shorts he was starting to fill out as well. Mr. Johnson swung his big legs around off the desk and stood up so that I was at eye level with his crotch, "Hey, why don't you come here and give your coach a hug?" He was facing me with outstretched arms, those heavy powerful arms that I'd longed to be held by for so long. I stood up and looked at him, this perfect man who I admired for so long. I couldn't hold back any longer and flung myself into him, wrapping my arms around him so tight I worried I was going to break his back, but his body was so firm and strong. "Mr. Johnson I've waited so long for this" "I know kid, I know" he said in his deep masculine voice. His big arms held me snug, I buried my face into his chest feeling his coarse chest hair through his t-shirt and he nestled into my hair and started gently kissing the top of my head as his hands wandered across my body and travelled south, firmly cupping my ass-cheeks. "Just relax and let coach take care of you." I could feel a very thick and very hard cock pushing into my belly and raised my head to meet his warm, wet, wonderful kisses with my own lips. He passionately forced his tongue into my mouth and his full lips softly caressed my own. We explored each other's bodies simply like this, our hands travelling from pleasure to pleasure, in perfect bliss, for what seemed like forever. I slipped my hand under his t-shirt and stroked the fur on his belly, pushing against it and feeling the muscle beneath, then slowly I rose up to his erect nipples which I teased and played with as I planted big wet kisses on his thick-set neck. His rough skin was so tantalizing to me, so sweet. Meanwhile his large robust fingers fondled my side and gripped me in various places, his heavy hips started to gyrate into me, pressing that powerful, sturdy cock into me until it started to peek through the band of his gym shorts. I looked down to catch my first glimpse, the head of his perfect cock was poking out and with precum slowly pooling from the tip. Such a nicely shaped mushroom head, so perfectly beautiful, I knew instantly I had to taste it and feel its warmth and girth in my mouth. I dropped down to my knees and pulled down my coach's shorts so his handsome member sprung forward fully erect, taking a moment to admire the ample cock in front of me. He was at least a full 8 inches or more, nicely shaped and so thick I could only just barely be able to reach my fingers around him. Just as I was about to swallow the cock whole, down to its base in one gulp, Coach Johnson's rough hands held me back. "Hold on there, cowboy," he said, grinning. With one hand he held my head in place and with the other he took his cock moved it back and forth in front of me, taunting me while I kept my mouth wide open and tongue extended. As if about to let me taste it finally he raised it right above my tongue at the entrance to my mouth and stroked it so that his cock swelled and a drop of precum fell from its tip and onto my eager tongue. I had never taste anything so amazing and moaned loudly, Coach chuckled and smiled even wider, "That's right champ, that's what you want, isn't it?" "Yes coach!" "Is my hard working boy hungry? He wants a taste of coach's meat, huh?" "Please, Mr. Johnson, sir, I'm so hungry, will you feed me?" "Alright, hold on now baby." He took his throbbing member and rested it on my face and held my head close to it with his other hand, I could feel it's heat and feel it pulsing. "You waited so long for this, I want you to savor our first time together." I was in a state of total bliss, totally possessed by my lust for my handsome coach. I deeply inhaled his scent as I nuzzled his balls. He pressed his cock into me and smeared his precum across my face, pushing the hefty piece of meat into my forehead, caressing my cheek, moving it across my brow and nose. His ballsack brushed my lips and I kissed it tenderly. "I like the way you kiss that, buddy, you really got it bad for your old coach don't you?" I nodded slowly up at him from below, "My baby, you're so sweet, why don't you show me how you want to make love to coach's cock, sweet boy." The big, long shlong felt so heavy in my hands, it was so girthy, I plunged my face into his balls and slobbered soft, wet kisses all over them, my tongue slipping out and around the delicious skin of his balls and then shaft. Slowly I made my way up and at length just pressed the huge dick feeling it against my face and kissing it over and over, sliding my tongue around the sturdy erection from the side, suckling underneath the head. He would moan and then give a pleased, paternal chuckle as he looked down at me on my knees worshipping his manhood. He caressed my face and quietly told me "you look so beautiful, baby, you're making daddy feel very happy." Hearing him say that made my cock twitch and drool and fanned the flames of my desire. My wet lips parted as his huge, throbbing cock slid between them and into my warm mouth and he let out a deep grunt then growled, "that's my boy, that's a good boy." I went down further until I took the perfect cock down to its base and could feel it gagging me, then just rested there with his cockhead deep in my throat, suckling at the base. "Do you like that boy? Do you like wrapping your hot lips around your daddy's big cock?" I moaned out yes! My words may have been barely discernible seeing as how I could barely open my mouth any wider than the girth of his cock while speaking them, but anyone could see how overjoyed I was that my daddy was feeding me that cock I had waited so long to eat. "That's right boy, you deserve that, you want daddy to fuck your face don't you boy?" He thrust in and out of my mouth, slowly at first, forcing his cock down my throat till it's base touched my lips, his hands pushing my head down on him from behind, and when I began to choke he'd leisurely pull all seven inches of his thick member out and give my face a few slaps with his wet cock while I gasped for air. He was a patient and encouraging teacher. My hands were feeling up coach's perfect body as I serviced him, they gripped at his powerful legs, feeling the fur and the bulging muscle underneath his rough skin, moving across his calves and thighs and then resting on his ass, which I could feel flexing under my touch as he guided his hard dick in and out of my eager mouth. Spittle was dribbling down my chin because he was pounding me faster now, I reached up and felt his firm belly and his powerful abs straining as he smashed his cock into me. "I want to watch you pump your cock as you eat me, sexy boy," he instructed. I was afraid to touch my own dick as I could tell being dominated by this wet dream of a man had me already so close to orgasm, but I did not dare disobey my coach, and started pulling on my ragingly hard erection which was already completely slick with precum. He was cooing and grunting and panting, making all sorts of erotic noises and this along with touching the sweat forming on his warm skin from the exertion was plunging me into a world of pleasure. As I focused on the feeling of his sturdy erection moving in and out waves of pleasure rolled over my body and overwhelmed me, I couldn't hold back any longer. I moaned loudly through the dick in my mouth to announce that I was about to burst and coach shouted "Yeah boy! I wanna see you shoot a huge load of hot cum for your coach, that's right!" Rope after thick, creamy rope exploded from my cock and covered my chest, as I exploded in ecstasy. Coach screamed "Fuck yeah, good boy! That's my good boy!" as the cum kept streaming, drenching me, while I whimpered blissfully through the hard-on still pulsing in my mouth. I had hardly returned from my earth-shattering orgasm when I could feel coach lifting me up under my arms and laying me across his desk. With a passionate urgency he started to gobble the huge load deposited on my chest and stomach, his full lips slathered with my semen. I loved the feeling of his hands gripping my lithe body and his soft kisses and warm tongue dancing across my skin. He sucked on my still semi-hard member and more juice appeared, then worked his way up my body until nothing was left, so that by the time he met my lips his face was covered in my cum. Nothing could have been more arousing to me and I sighed and moaned as we returned to passionately making out, I could taste my own cum on him. "You're so beautiful, you're such a beautiful boy," he'd whisper to me as he nibbled at me lovingly and stroked my hair. He was lying down beside me and his cock was still ragingly hard and insistently pressing against my leg. After a few minutes of catching my breath and enjoying his warmth and squeezing our bodies together, I told him, "Mr. Johnson, you're so amazing," and he simply growled and twitched his erection as if to return the sentiment, "I'm sorry I blew so fast... I wanted to make it last for you." Coach just smiled and planted another big wet kiss on my lips before I could finish my sentence then shushed me and whispered, "Don't apologize for anything, you made your coach very happy." I started to tell him that I had wanted him to cum too but he interrupted, "Listen kid, if there's one thing I remember about being 18, it's that you've got more than one load to shoot in a night," he said chuckling. "In fact, take a look, you're already hard again," I was almost embarrassed to realize he was right, it hadn't been more than a few minutes but my dick was rock hard and pressing against his once more. He reached down and squeezed my cock head playfully, "So don't you worry, I'm going to fill you up with my cum before we're finished, and I'm going to watch that beautiful cock of yours explode again, but for now just lie here with me." He patiently explained this and then wrapped his big strong, arms around me, pushing my head into his chest. Cuddling with him was almost better than the sex. We held each other quietly there for a long while. I felt so safe and warm. It must have been at least ten minutes or more, never had I felt more comfortable. Feeling his muscle and the warmth of his skin had a different effect on me now, the rhythm of the curves of his body was like a lullaby and I almost started to lightly doze. Eventually he slowly stirred, then got up off the table and swooped me into his arms. He carried me out of his office and I wrapped my arms around his neck holding onto him like his new bride, raising myself up to meet his soft lips. Coach Johnson brought me into the showers and without letting go managed to turn the knob so that the hot water cascaded over our bodies joined together. I had my fingers brushing through his hair, the sight of the silvery grey at his temples set my lust for him on fire. Our erections hadn't once flagged and I could still feel his hard-on pushing up from underneath me. He carefully placed me on my feet and we continued to kiss deeply, his tongue pushing far into my mouth, his wet lips closing over mine. We rubbed each other's bodies slick from the shower. I fingered his hard nipples playfully then leaned over to nurse on them at length and Mr. Johnson moaned, wrapping his powerful arms around my head and shoulders lovingly as I did. He turned me around then spooned me, licking my neck from behind while his large, manly hands grasped at my chest then waist and then started jerking my stiff cock. His rock hard member was pressing between my cheeks. "You have such a beautiful body," he crooned, his hands working me felt like heaven, "my beautiful boy." I could feel his smile on his face against mine as he said this, he sounded so sentimental. When he called me his boy it did something to me, it warmed my heart and made my cock twitch at the same time. I asked him, "can I be your boy, Daddy? Just yours?" and he held me very tight and swayed slowly side to side and said he'd love that more than anything. I turned my head back and locked lips with him again as his erection pushed further in and pressed against my hole. His passionate kisses very methodically made their way downwards, each lap of his tongue was like electricity. I reached my arms out to steady myself against the tile as my lower half bent outward. My big strong daddy got on his knees now and with the warm water falling on us both he pulled my ass cheeks apart and rubbed his thick fingers across my hole, grunting with approval. I had never had my hole played with and it was a whole new world of pleasure, my cock pushed upward with every touch and caress. He gave my cheek a big wet kiss, and then another, and then his tongue lapped up and down on my pussy. I tried to stifle my loud moans. "How does that feel baby?" "Oh my god Coach that feels amazing," my body was slightly trembling with ecstasy. "Good boy," he grunted between mouthfuls, "that's my good boy," he pushed his face forcefully deeper into my ass and started to nibble and suck on my pussy. The way he ate me it was like he was starving for my hole, his tongue now pressed through the opening and I was panting and moaning. He knew exactly what to do and had me lusting for him to fill me with his manhood, I pushed back into his tongue. He must have sensed my readiness as he raised himself up and spooned me again, now placing his erection firmly on my hole. "Are you ready to take your Coach's hard dick baby?" I just moaned out yes, daddy as he kissed my neck and my back and pressed harder into me. "Ask me for it baby boy..." He pulled his upper half back as his legs and hips were joined with mine. "Please Mr. Johnson, I want you inside me so bad, I've been dreaming of you for so long..." His mushroom head passed through my opening, "that's my good boy, that's what Coach likes to hear," inch by inch the gorgeous, thick, rock hard cock travelled into me. I can't describe how perfect it felt having him inside me, I was so full of him, so close to him. I felt the entire time on the edge of orgasm. He reached the base and wrapped his whole body against mine, every part of us was touching. We laid still there with only his cock and my hole twitching, then he started to rut against me without letting go. Again the way I had when I was sucking him I felt the muscles in his body working as he fucked me. His thighs and his abs tensed up as his hips moved back and forth. Now Mr. Johnson was really moaning and I could hear the pleasure in my Coach's sweet voice, thinking I was making him happy made me hornier than anything else. He pulled back and adjusted his stance and really started to pound me. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me and feel the tension in him build as he worked closer to climax. I reached behind me and clasped at his ass cheeks, feeling them flex with each thrust, and then the backs of his legs. This stud, my coach, my biggest wet dream of a man, was fucking his boy. Every now and then he pulled his cock all the way out, slapped it on my hole, then thrust it in again and fucked me even harder. I started to massage his cock with my hole and heard him mutter "yeah, oh fuck yeah boy," while he panted. The sounds he was making grew louder and more intense, his breathing was quick now and his thrusts were more forceful, slamming his cock all the way to the base with every stroke pushing into me completely. I could hear and feel his pleasure mounting alongside my own, thrust after thrust, his hardon vibrating with energy inside me, getting ready to explode. His frame was getting tense and rigid and he let out a booming howl and unleashed his enormous load of hot creamy jizz inside me. He kept thrusting as spurt after spurt filled up my asshole to overflowing, his cries changing in pitch uncontrollably as the orgasm shook us both from tip to toe. Feeling his warm wet seed being deposited inside me triggered my own cock to explode, shooting even higher and bigger than the first time. He kept cumming and I could feel every twitch and surge of semen as it shot like a cannon inside me, his body crunched over me and his face contorted in exhilarating satisfaction, he pressed his forehead into my back, smiling from ear to ear, while massive waves of pleasure washed over him, taking control of his body in gentle convulsions and making him groan and grunt and coo with animalistic passion. The pumps of coach's precious seed started to slow down, he was curled around me now, his face nuzzled into my neck, I greedily milked his still very hard cock with my ass to collect even more of daddy's amazing cream. This made him hum with delight. We didn't need to say a thing, everything was perfect, he held me close against him, sweetly kissing my neck every now and then. We were both still catching our breath. I couldn't see it but I could feel that coach had pumped me so full of his cum that it was dripping out from my hole even while his erection was still plugging me. After a few minutes he turned me around so that we could make out some more, his lips still felt electric. He must have been able to tell that I was still craving one last thing because he reached behind me and scooped some of the semen leaking from my hole and slathered it across my lips before kissing me again. Nothing could have tasted sweeter. It took us a long time to tear ourselves away from each other that evening, we must have spent an hour or two just cuddling, and I never wanted to leave, even though I knew we had another lesson scheduled in just a few days. As I was getting dressed he told me "Hey buddy, you did a really great job tonight, you're really responding to all the training we're doing, what do you say we meet up tomorrow night and keep the momentum going?" *****Other stories by me****** https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-friends/catching-up-to-the-daddy-next-door https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/a-good-boy-for-daddy/