Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2012 10:30:21 -0600 From: Jason Clarkson Subject: Drew and Coach If you are not of legal rights and/or age to read any type of adult Literature or if you find the material offensive, please do not read any further. The author and site cannot be held liable as you agree to accept all responsibility for reading said material. If you wish to contact the author of this series, please do so at jclarkson36@gmail.com, I will respond to all e-mails. This story is fiction. All names, descriptions and actions of the characters are not real. ------------------------------- It was Drew's senior year. He was the star of the team and I as coach was very proud of him. He had worked very hard for all four years and I had watched him grow and improve to be a really great player. I was always impressed with how he always listened to me and gave it his all in practice and games. I even noticed him hang out after practices to get extra work in or be the last to leave the locker room so that he could talk to me about ways to improve, etc. We had a very strong relationship. We were getting ready for the playoffs with a light practice, and Drew and some of the other players were goofing around, trying to dunk and stuff when it happened. The floor must have been a bit wet from some water or maybe just sweat. Drew slipped as he jumped causing him to crash hard. Drew's arm locked as he landed and he fractured his elbow. Drew was in terrible pain. I went with him to the hospital, he was so distraught. He realized he would miss the state playoffs in his senior year. Drew had worked so hard and now it was all over. I wiped his tears of agony and sadness from his face as they wheeled him in for the x-rays. We lost the first game of the playoffs without Drew. Drew didn't even attend, mostly because he was still in too much pain, but also it would have been too difficult to watch. We missed Drew on the court for sure, but I realized I was also just missing being around him. I missed the way he would smile at me. I missed talking to Drew about basketball and about everything else. I looked forward to Drew at least returning to school so that I could see him in the hallways. After a week, the pain was more just a discomfort to Drew, but he was getting more and more depressed. Drew always knew he would be sad when the season was over, but the way it ended made it that much harder. Drew was feeling lonely and bored with not much to do while recuperating. Teammates and friends came by at first, but they hadn't been back lately as now baseball practice has started. Drew found himself actuall missing school, being around everybody. Drew also realized that he was missing me, his coach. Drew and I had spent so much time together over the years, and it was quite possible we might not get to talk ever again, besides a quick hello in the halls. Drew missed all of our conversations but it was going deeper than that now. Drew missed the way I looked at him, the way I made him feel, like he was special. I ran into Drew's mom at the grocery store and she told me that Drew was feeling down. She asked if I would consider stopping by sometime, it might help lift his spirits. I immediately said yes, that I would be glad to. I was surprised at how excited I was that I would get to see my star player. I told Drew's mom that I would come by first thing in the morning, after I finished directing traffic in the parking lot. She said that would be great. She told me that she would be gone already for work, and Drew's dad was out of town but she would leave the door open. She said Drew would probably be still asleep, but that I could just go in and wake him. That night, Drew was still in the dumps. His mom tried to cheer him up by ordering his favorite pizza. She knew it was hard for him to be stuck at home, and with her husband traveling, there was no one home to even enjoy watching a game on the tv. When I finished up dinner at home, I decided to put in some DVDs of our games so that I could watch Drew. I was excited to see him and strangely, a bit nervous. I was shocked when I realized that I had an erection while thinking of him. That had never happened before. I am bi-sexual but am not sexually active with men as I am married to a wonderful woman. Although I have admired some of my players bodies, I have never been sexually aroused by them. So, these feelings were very new to me. I was watching Drew on the court in his uniform but I found my mind visualizing him in the locker room, in just a towel or a jock strap, or the brief occasion when he was completely nude while changing. I started to think about how nice his body looked. I started to think back about those times when I got to see Drew in little or no clothing. It seemed that I only saw him naked or only in his jock when it was just the two of us left in the locker room area. I wondered if he had been doing that on purpose. Things started racing through my head. All the times Drew stayed late, the way he sometimes looked at me, his eyes roaming up and down my body, the way we smiled at each other, was there more to our relationship? Was he looking for more? Was I looking for more and never even realized it? When I stopped daydreaming, I realized that I had slipped my shorts down and was stroking my hard cock. I put my cock away and headed upstairs to take a shower. I was uncomfortable climbing into bed next to my wife with these crazy thoughts going through my head. By the time the warm water hit me, my cock was soft again. However, as I lathered up my hairy chest, Drew was back in my thoughts. Soon, my cock was raging again. This time, I didn't resist and lathered it up with soap and stroked it hard, shooting a hot load rather quickly. I didn't imagine touching Drew or Drew touching me, but his beautiful body was in my head the whole time, flashing from the dripping wet in a towel fresh out of the shower look, to the sweaty, after practice look with the jockstrap still on. When I finally shot my load, I was picturing Drew standing by his locker wearing only that wonderful, playful smile. I woke up early in anticipation of seeing Drew. I wasn't planning on doing or saying anything about what I had been thinking about the night before, I was just looking forward to spending some time with him. I tried to chalk up all of those lustful thoughts as raging hormones that were now satisfied with an intense jack off session. I raced over to Drew's house after the first bell rang to start classes. I had the whole morning off from teaching, so I thought I'd hang out with Drew for awhile and then if Drew was up for going out for lunch, I would take him out. Otherwise, I would run out and pick something up for us to eat back at his house. I needed to be back at school by 1, so I should have plenty of time. I remembered that his mom said Drew might be asleep so I quietly entered the house. I thought I'd sit for a bit downstairs and wait until I heard him moving around upstairs. Then, I would yell up to let Drew know I was there, and he could come down when he was ready. I didn't expect to see Drew on the couch as I walked in. He looked amazing. His arm was still in a huge cast but his body was beautiful. He was wearing a pair of white basketball shorts and nothing else. He was sound asleep. The blanket he was using had fallen to the ground. I stood still admiring his perfect body, letting my eyes go from his sexy feet, up his hairy, muscular legs, passed the shorts to his chiseled stomach with a hint of hair growing out from under the waist. I followed his stomach to his chest, which had begun filling out nicely. I watched his chest raise up and then lower as he breathed consistently deep as he slept. I stared at his gorgeous face for a minute, hoping he would open those wonderful eyes, but he just continued to sleep. In fact, I saw his eyes darting back and forth under his eyelids. He was REM'ing which meant he was dreaming. I found myself hoping that I might be a part of his dreams. I then looked down at his crotch. Yes, I could see it. Just the outline in the white shorts, but Drew's cock was hard and sticking up. I'd seen his cock soft, usually only a quick glance but I thought it was a decent size. But, now I could see that it grows to a very thick and healthy size when hard. I found myself longing to see it. Further, I wanted to touch it, and possibly even take it in my mouth. Where was all this lust and desire coming from? I hadn't felt so sexually aroused for a man since college. Drew was dreaming a dream that he had been having every so often for the past year and a half. In the dream, Drew was in the showers after a great game with all the guys. Slowly, one by one, they all left and he was alone in the shower. Drew was excited about the big win and began to lather up his own cock. With his face to the wall he would stroke quickly, hoping to bust a nut before anyone could see. Suddenly, Drew felt someone's warm breath on his neck and then a muscular hand grab hold of his hard cock and stroke it. In the dream, Drew always tried to turn around to see who it was, but the person's other hand always prevented Drew from turning your head. Drew felt his attacker's (or lover) cock head slide up and down his crack. Drew felt himself pushing back into it, wanting it inside him. The man stroked Drew harder and faster, bringing Drew to the edge of cumming. Then, Drew always heard some sort of disturbance (each dream seemed to be different)--the sound of the locker room door opening, somebody banging a locker, etc. And then always, suddenly, the mystery man was gone. Drew was all alone again in the shower with your hard, leaking dick but you could hear a crowd now in the locker room so you had to stop. Drew always woke then, frustrated, never finishing and never knowing who was in the shower with him. Drew groaned even before opening his eyes, painfully aware that he endured another frustrating sex dream. Drew's left hand (not the injured one) immediately went to his shorts and began rubbing his hard dick. I found myself embarrassed for watching this and so I stepped back towards the door. Drew's eyes opened and he smiled immediately when he spotted me. "Coach," you said excitedly but curiously, "what are you doing here?" "I saw your mom yesterday and she said you might enjoy some company, so she asked me to stop over this morning. She left the door open for me." I explained, stepping back into the room. Drew realized that his hard cock was showing through his shorts and so he quickly grabbed the blanket from the floor and covered it. I saw Drew's cheeks go flush. Mine went flush as well as our eyes met. He had caught me staring at it. We both just smiled. "Geez, she could have told me, I would have gotten up and cleaned up. I smell terrible and my hair is all greasy." Drew said, although he thought it a bit strange that he cared what he looked like in front of coach. "Yeah," I joked,"I can kind of smell you from here. Why are you sleeping down here on the couch anyway?" "No TV in my room, and since I really can't do anything else but watch TV and movies, they let me sleep down here." Drew explained as he slowly tried to sit up. "Wow, it must be tough to get comfortable with that," I said as I noticed him struggle. Drew shot a quizzical look at me. I was surprised. Then, I realized he thought I was referring to his boned up cock. To end the awkwardness, I pretended not to have figured that out and said, "Did they say when the cast will come off? "Yeah it really sucks coach, but hopefully only 2 more weeks," Drew answered smiling slightly as he realized he jumped to the wrong conclusion. Drew was now sitting up and had made room for me to join him on the couch. I sat down and we started talking like usual. We talked about the state playoffs and things happening at school. I made the obligatory comments about how he needed to keep up with his school work. Drew, of course, assured me that he was. But, something was different while we talked. Our eyes were both roaming all over each other and we were enjoying moments of silence where we just sat next to each other. Our knees had accidentally (or maybe not) touched, but neither of us tried to move, so they stayed there, seemingly glued together. Drew was still embarrassed about the way he looked with his greasy hair and his body odor, and commented on it once again. "Oh man, coach, I am so sorry that I look so nasty and I am sure you are sick of the smell," Drew said looking down. "It's fine by me, has a bit of the locker room smell," I laughed, "so I am used to it." Drew continued: "It's just hard with only one hand and I can't get this thing wet, so I can't just jump in the shower. And, I really don't feel like having my mom help me into the bath or anything. It's bad enough having my dad help, but he has been traveling for work the last week, so I am sure I am getting quite skanky." I didn't know if he had just set me up like that so perfectly or it just worked out that way, but I jumped on the opportunity. "Well, I'll help you out. Let's get you in the bath and get you all shiny clean." I said, trying to be nonchalant with the offer, "and then I can take you to lunch. I certainly can't take you looking like that and smelling like you do." Inside, I was freaking out. I couldn't believe how excited I was to possibly touch his naked body, and I was so nervous at the same time. "Oh, coach, that's nice of you but you don't have to. I'll be fine, my dad will be home in a couple of days." Drew answered, wondering why he didn't just say yes. Drew was really nervous. Your dick was inexplicably rock hard and he was now certain he wouldn't be able to get it to go down if his coach started washing him. "Nonsense," I said, standing up and letting my natural coaching instincts take over, knowing that my player would listen to me. "Let's go, time to get you cleaned up. Which way is the bathroom?" Drew immediately recognized my tone, coach was telling him what to do, so he obediently listened. "Umm, it's upstairs, next to my room." Drew said as he struggled to get on his feet. I grabbed Drew by the left arm and helped him up. Our bodies collided a bit as he gained his balance. We stayed there for a moment or two longer than necessary. I broke the silence by saying: "Show me the way." Drew fidgeted with his cock with his left hand trying to keep it from sticking straight out. Drew needed to piss before getting in the tub and so he definitely needed it to get soft for that. Drew's mind raced through non-sexual thoughts--his grandma, the old lady teacher, the neighbor, anything to get his dick to soften. By the time we reached the bathroom upstairs, Drew's dick had calmed a bit and was only semi-hard and comfortable enough that he could force his piss out. He had to go pretty bad so that helped. Drew went right to the toilet and lifted the lid. "Uh, coach, I gotta pee first," he said as he struggled to get his shorts down to let his dick out. "OK, I'll start the water." I said as I walked past him to the tub. I looked back and saw him still struggling, so I reached over with both hands and tugged his shorts down. I wasn't surprised to see that there were no boxers underneath. It explained why I had been able to enjoy the nice view of the outline of his cock. That ended any thoughts of him leaving his shorts on for the tub. "Aah, thanks!" Drew said as he looked over at me. "You needed them all the way off anyway," I explained with a smile. Drew turned back to focus on the task at hand (literally as his semi hard dick lay in his left hand). Drew closed his eyes to concentrate. The flowing water of the tub helped. I looked up at Drew. I saw that his eyes were closed, so I took the opportunity to look at his lovely dick. I watched as his piss initially trickled out and then went to a steady stream. Mmmm, it looked so delicious. I let out a soft gasp. Luckily, Drew didn't hear it because of the running water, but he did open his eyes once his pee stream was steady. Drew felt my eyes on him so he looked over. I didn't notice him turn his head, so I didn't look away from his cock. I was mesmerized and Drew realized it. When he finished peeing, he tugged and wiggled his cock more than necessary much to my delight. Drew wasn't looking at me anymore so I was unaware that he was playing with his cock for my benefit. I licked my lips. Drew felt himself getting harder so he abruptly stopped the little show. "If I can get enough suds going, I can hide my hardon under the water," Drew thought, although you were beginning to care less and less about showing me your hard cock. In fact, adding to your arousal was the idea of showing it to me. Drew was getting pretty aroused. "I wonder if I could jack off under the water and blow a load without coach knowing," Drew thought to himself. I looked back at the tub quickly, hoping he hadn't noticed me staring. "Ok, I am all set coach," Drew said as he flushed the toilet. He was now in a hurry to get in the tub to hide his hardening cock. Drew explained the best way to work getting in the tub. "If you can help me put this plastic over the cast first, then help me lower into the tub, we should be able to keep it dry." After I wrapped up Drew's arm, I walked with him to the tub. He stepped in, one foot at a time, his cock, still in a semi-hard state, bounced a bit. "OK, coach, if you can hold me at my hips, I will slowly lower down, but be careful, because it's hard to keep my balance," Drew said as he put his left hand on the side wall. I grabbed Drew's hips but there was nothing to really grab onto, so I went lower and grabbed his ass. It was like I was hit with a bolt of lightning as my hands squeezed his cheeks as Drew lowered himself. I felt his weight in my hands as he was now relying on me to guide him down into the tub. I took my time but made sure he had a nice soft landing. Once my hands were pressed between his ass and the tub floor, I gave another squeeze and then slid them out. "Yeah, I didn't tell you that grabbing my ass was the best way, but glad you figured it out." Drew explained, feeling humble that his coach was having to take care of him. Drew noticed the extra squeeze but figured it was innocent. Drew enjoyed it so he certainly wasn't going to complain. Drew's dad had done the same thing for him several times, but certainly when his Dad grabbed his ass, it didn't make him feel so amazing like when it was his coach's hands. Drew was rock hard now, and tried to hide with his left hand. I had put some soap into the water but the suds hadn't grown yet. Drew's cock head was at the surface of the water, seemingly floating along the top. Drew finally put his head back and enjoyed the feeling of the warm water as the suds began to hide the floating mushroom. I began to lather Drew up, first thinking I would use a wash cloth but decided to just use my hands. "Oh coach, that feels good, it's like a massage too. My dad usually uses that cloth and scrubs the shit out of me," Drew said, with his eyes closed. I continued to lather up my player, making sure to soap up every inch of his body that I could get my hands on. I rubbed his shoulders more than scrubbed them and I did the same to each leg, taking longer on his calf muscles. Drew was oohing and aahhing as this impromptu massage felt amazing. I was really getting into it myself as my cock was jumping at the touch of his skin. After a good twenty minutes of rubbing and lathering Drew up, I had cleaned every inch of him except from his upper thigh to his belly button. I was crazed enough that I decided to go for it. I started at his chest again and worked downward. "Oh yes coach, this feels amazing, thank you so much," Drew whispered as he leaned back a bit further and spread his legs open further. I was certain he was inviting me to grab his cock. I grazed his cock a few times to test the water so to speak. I watched his face to see if he was going to react negatively. After a few times, I went for it. I grabbed his solid cock and stroked it. I didn't look up this time tho, I just stared down into the water at my hand wrapped around Drew's cock. It felt amazing. "Oh yes, coach," Drew moaned. That was all I needed to hear to continue. And so I did. With it being completely submerged, the soap wasn't helping to keep it slick. But I continued to slowly stroke my hand up and down the shaft. Drew continued to moan. I decided to explore further. I switched hands and continued to stroke Drew now with my left hand while I played with his balls with my right. I went further down and tickled his tight hole. I pulled my hand out of the water and soaped it up, especially my middle finger. I dove my hand down back under the water and headed right for that sweet hole. All the while, I stroked Drew's cock much to his delight. I was pretty sure he was enjoying what I was doing with my right hand as well. I guided my middle finger into his tight hole as he grimaced a bit but didn't resist. Soon, I was knuckle deep inside him and Drew began to buck and yell out. He was fucking my finger as best he could while I beat on his cock with my other hand. It didn't take long before you were yelling, "Oh coach, I am gonna cum!" Drew raised his hips a bit so that his cock head emerged from the water and began to shoot huge loads of hot juicy cum into the air. I watched in awe as they splashed back onto the surface of the water and onto Drew's muscled chest. I continued to stroke and move my finger in and out of Drew's ass until he had completely drained his balls. Drew lowered back down and gasped for breath. I stood up, as my knees were beginning to ache and my cock needed some room as it was as big as it has ever been but was caught up in my shorts. I looked down at Drew, seeing him in a completely different way now. The basketball season was over, so he wasn't my player anymore. I saw Drew as a man now--an extremely handsome man with a beautiful body. A man I wanted as a lover. Drew looked up at me, with a wry smile. Without saying anything, he reached over with his left hand and tugged at my shorts. He nodded his head, telling me with his eyes to lower my shorts. I was now the one to obey. I yanked them down quickly and my cock sprung free! Drew grabbed at it and pulled me in closer to him. Drew stroked it at first but when I was close enough, he took it in his mouth. Drew moved my cock in and out of his mouth, rubbing the cock head all over his lips. Then, he slid his tongue up and down the shaft before putting my now throbbing cock back in his mouth. After a few minutes, he stopped to catch his breath. Drew had slicked up my cock so well, his hand was now gliding over it expertly. "Oh coach, I have wanted to suck your cock for so long," Drew said softly and then he went back to working on my cock. Drew's warm mouth felt so good on it, and when I felt his throat open to accept my cock, I began to moan. I soon began to thrust hard, fucking his mouth and throat. The day's events were too much and I couldn't control myself. Apparently, this had been building for a couple of years deep inside me and now it was erupting. I was getting close to cumming but Drew was struggling as I was shoving my cock down his throat with great force. Drew actually was handling that fairly well, but with his one arm in the full cast it was hard for him to maintain any balance. I pulled out and let Drew stroke me while he stabilized. Then, he said, "Coach, shoot your cum all over my face. Paint me with your hot juice! Please coach." Drew stroked me harder and faster. I could see his left arm was tiring but he continued to massage my pulsing cock. "Oh fuck yes, here it comes," I yelled as my balls raised up and began to spasm. My first shot hit Drew's forehead, and he stroked and moved my cock around so that I plastered my cum shots all over his face. When I finished, Drew took my cock back into his mouth and sucked hard and deep to get whatever was left. I watched in amazement as he gobbled it down. I finally had to pull Drew off as my balls were aching from firing off so many rounds. I leaned back down and kissed Drew. Our first kiss, but it wasn't a long, slow, passionate kiss. It was a feeding. I searched his mouth for remnants of cum. My cum on his face now spread over my face too and we took turns licking it off and kissing some more until we exhausted ourselves. "Umm coach, would you mind washing my hair, so I can get out of here. I think we should spend some time in my bed." Drew said with a mischievous smile. "That sounds like a plan," I said as I reached for the shampoo.