Date: Fri, 2 Mar 2012 14:23:16 -0600
From: Jason Clarkson <jclarkson36@gmail.com>
Subject: Drew and Coach, Chapter 2

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Thanks for the comments about the first chapter. I guess you wanted me to
keep going, so here is Chapter 2. - JC

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We finished up in the tub and I helped Drew out.  I had removed all of my
clothes at this point and we were very freely groping each other's bodies.

I erotically dried Drew off, making extra sure that is fine ass cheeks were
nice and dry.  Both of our cocks were back at full mast.

Drew couldn't help but smile and I felt pretty much the same way.

"OK, all set, Drew," I said as I patted him on his hot, muscular butt.  "I
believe you mentioned something about your bed?"

"Yes, coach, right this way!" Drew said as he headed to his room.

He walked in and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Ummm, I guess I haven't had a chance to clean it lately, so sorry for the
mess."

I gazed around the room, not at all bothered with the mess.  Instead, I was
quite aroused at seeing the various styles of underwear that were strewn
throughout the room.  I mean, there were plenty of other clothes too, but I
was enjoying focusing on the colorful trunks and boxer briefs that Drew
wore.

I didn't remember ever seeing Drew where any of these in the locker room,
but maybe he didn't wear them to school, or maybe I just was never lucky
enough to see them.

"Hey Drew, it doesn't bother me, but I am surprised your mom lets you get
away with it." I said, hoping he wouldn't be embarrassed about the mess.

"Well, we came to an agreement.  She doesn't complain about my room
anymore, but she doesn't do my laundry until I bring my clothes downstairs.
And, the bedroom door has to be kept shut." Drew replied.

"Oh, sounds fair, do you want me to close the door now?" I asked as I was
still standing near the door.

"No, the room could use some airing out, and since it's just us two, I
won't tell if you don't." Drew said with a devilish grin.

I smiled back and walked towards Drew and answered:

"I guess it will just be one more secret we will have to keep between us."

I stood in front of Drew for a moment.  As he was sitting on the bed, his
head was about chest high.  I moved closer and hugged him carefully so as
to not cause any pain with his arm.

Drew buried his face into my chest.

"Mmmm, coach," Drew softly said into my chest, "this feels so good."

I pulled his head back, tilted it up so he would look at me, and then I
leaned in and kissed him.  I trusted he understand that I agreed.

After a very long and passionate kiss where our tongues battled in and out
our mouths, I pulled away and dropped to my knees.

I rested my head in Drew's lap for a minute while I took in the wonderful
scent of this beautiful young man.  The soap combined with his natural
manly scent was intoxicating.

I began kiss the shaft of Drew's cock much to his delight.  I rubbed his
hips and legs with my hands as I bounced my head (mostly my tongue and
lips) around his cock and balls.

I was teasing Drew and I could tell it was driving him wild.  He wanted me
to take his hard cock in my mouth.

Believe me, I did too.  But it was quite erotic to have Drew so crazed for
it.  I continued my teasing, but kept inching closer to the Drew's mushroom
head.

Drew ran his only free hand through my hair, trying to guide my head higher
up so that he could get his dick in my mouth.

"Please coach, suck my cock," Drew begged softly.

Hearing Drew ask in such a soft but erotic voice left me no choice.  Even
if I tried to resist, I don't think I would have been able to.

I lifted my head and put my tongue directly onto Drew's piss slit.  I
looked up at him and then engulfed his cock head.  I tightened my lips
around the base of the head and swirled my tongue into his slit.

"Oh fuck, coach, that is amazing." Drew said, certainly louder than his
erotic whispers.

I circled around the mushroom head with my lips while my tongue continued
to dart in and out of his slit.  I could taste the sweetness that I assumed
to be my former player's precum.

Drew was trying to thrust his hips to get me to take more and I could feel
some slight pressure being applied to my head by his hand.

My lips held firm around the edges of his sensitive cock head.

"Fuck, coach, take my whole cock, I need it!" Drew yelled this time.

I almost shot a load right then.

Drew had never raised his voice to me before.  I found it absolutely
thrilling.  And, also, I instantly obeyed.

I gagged as I had jammed it in too quickly.  But, I recovered and started
to bob up and down on this young man's cock.  I still teased the cock head
with my tongue as it was still making Drew shutter.

Drew slowly leaned back so that he was now lying on the bed.  His legs were
still dangling over the side.  However, he was now able to spread them to
give me more access to his beautiful cock.

I sucked and stroked Drew's cock like a man on a mission.  I think if Drew
had tried to stop me, he would have not been able to.  I was gasping for
breath as I slobbered all over his cock.

Drew lay there, with eyes closed, yelling out praises:

"Oh yes, coach, that feels so good.  Fuck, aaahhh, yes, oh yes, oh god,
this is amazing!"

His shouts made me work harder.

Drew then lifted his legs and wrapped them around me.  He buried his heels
into my ass and started to fuck my mouth.  I knew it was difficult with his
arm and he actually winced in pain a few times between his shouts of
pleasure.

Having Drew's legs on me, and his heels in my ass sparked a whole new and
tremendous feeling in me.  My cock was already rock hard but now I had a
sensation burning inside me, lower than my balls.  It was intense.  And
then I felt a twitch.  It was in my ass.  I wanted to be fucked.

I began to stroke my own cock while I kept sucking Drew as my cock was also
calling out for attention.  The feeling in my ass wasn't subsiding though,
it was only growing stronger.

I abruptly stopped.  I hoped I wasn't going to cause Drew any pain in his
arm, but I needed to mount him and have his dick inside me.

Drew looked up:

"What the fuck, coach, don't stop!"

I didn't say anything; I just looked at him as I hopped onto the bed and
straddled the hot, high school senior.  I had soaked his cock in my spit
that it was plenty slick as I grabbed it and positioned it at my hole.

I had no idea what I was doing, but just went with instincts I guess.  I
had no idea how much pain it would be to plunge down on Drew's healthy
cock, but I dropped down on it with plenty of force.

Drew's eyes were as big as saucers.

I shut mine as I screamed out as Drew's cock burned through my tight hole.

I landed onto Drew's hips.  He was balls deep inside me.  I was panting;
out of breath and trying to fight through the pain.  Sweat began to drip
from my hairy, muscular chest onto Drew's stomach.

Drew was still stunned but clearly enjoyed having his cock buried deep
inside me.  Once the initial pain and burning subsided, I was able to open
my eyes and look down at him.

Drew now had a fierce look in his eye.  I had seen that look many times on
the court, in games and at some of the intense practices where I really
pushed him.

"Well, look at this, my coach is a little cock whore.  You can't get enough
of your player's cock, huh?  I bet you fucking took it up the ass from all
of your star players.  Well, coach, you've got my cock, now ride it.  Ride
it until I fill your bitch ass with my load." Drew yelled, in an even more
demeaning way than it reads.

Now, I was stunned.

"Why would Drew say that?" I thought, "But more importantly, why does it
turn me on so much?"

And with that, I began to ride Drew like the stallion he was.  Up and down
I went, slapping my ass against his hips each time I slammed down.

Drew continued with a slew of downright nasty and demeaning talk.

I didn't care; I was doing what I was told by my stud athlete.

Sweat was now pouring down my face and chest.  It was dripping it onto
Drew, and I would rub it into his skin with my hands.

And then Drew's cock hit the spot that had been sent me into this crazed
state in the first place.

All I could do was yelp.

But, of course, continue to ride up and down in the exact position so that
Drew's cock head kept banging into it.

After 7 or 8 direct hits, I erupted.  I don't remember much of the next few
minutes as my head was leaned back and I was practically howling.

The inside of my ass was pulsing, throbbing, but in the most amazing way.
I could feel cum pouring out of my cock, but it didn't feel like a usual
orgasm with multiple shots of cum spraying out.  It was just one steady
flow.

I heard Drew yelling something, but I couldn't focus on it.

I realized after that the pulsing of my ass put him over the edge and he
was firing cum into my ass.

When I snapped out of it, I finally stopped riding up and down.

Drew seemed to be still going as he was still yelling:

"Yeah, coach, keep fucking the cum out of me.  Oh yes, you little slut,
your ass is filled with my cum!

Exhaustion overwhelmed me.  I sat there with Drew's cock deep in me,
panting and wiping the sweat from my brow.

"Oh my god, Drew, that was amazing." I said, looking down at him with a
smile.

"You ain't done yet bitch, you better clean up this mess you made." Drew
yelled.

I looked down at his chest and realized what he was talking about.  I had
poured loads and loads of hot, sticky cum all over his chest.

I wasn't thrilled with the way he was talking to me, but I slowly rose up
to let his cock plop out of my ass.  I needed to get a towel to clean him
up.

"Where are you going?  You aren't dirtying one of our towels; you have to
eat it off." Drew commanded, still with that look in his eye.

I immediately went to work and gobbled up all my cum.  I was enjoying the
taste especially since it mixed with both mine and Drew's sweat.  I found
myself getting hard again as I kissed and licked Drew's smooth, muscled
body gathering up all my juices.

Before I started my task, I had noticed Drew's cock was still hard but
plenty slick with his own cum from my hole.  So, I continued to stroke it
to see if Drew had anything left in the tank so to speak.

He did, and he kept yelling at me while I milked it all out.

"You sick man, getting fucked by your player, now you have to eat up all
your cum cuz you can't even control yourself.  Ooh, yeah, keep stroking my
big cock; get all that cum out of it."

Drew kept grunting every few seconds which I knew was caused by yet another
spasm of his balls.  I could feel droplets of cum fall out of his cock
immediately after.  I was literally draining his balls and he just kept
going.

Finally, after I had completely cleaned him up, including his drippings,
his cock and balls had given up.  I felt his cock soften in my hands.

I looked up at him and saw him smile.  That fierce look had been replaced
by the usual Drew look—calm, serene, happy.

I couldn't help but smile back, however, I wasn't comfortable with how he
talked and thought it best if we got it out in the open.

"Drew, umm, I thought it was kinda hot when you raised your voice a bit,
but I think you went too far with all the stuff that you were saying." I
said, hoping he would understand.

"What do you mean, coach?  What did I say?  I didn't raise my voice, did
I?"  Drew replied, looking very confused.

I stared at him intently.  I had known this boy for several years and I
believed he was being sincere.

"You don't remember yelling at me and saying all those demeaning things to
me while I sucked you and then you fucked me?"

"What?  You sucked me? And I fucked you?  Oh, very funny coach.  What are
you talking about?" Drew asked again, looking kind of hurt now like I was
teasing him or something.

I explained exactly what happened and besides the fact that I noticed it
made Drew hard again to hear it, I could tell that he didn't remember any
of it.

"Coach, I would never talk to you like that.  I mean, I would love to have
you suck me and let me fuck you, but I would never yell at you.  I mean,
you are my coach and I lov...I mean I respect you and like you too much."
Drew said, looking sad and confused.

I looked around the room, completely confused myself.  Then, I noticed the
prescription medicine bottle on his nightstand.

"Are you on pain pills?" I asked Drew.

"Umm, yeah, my mom gave me my dose this morning before she left for
work. That was why I still so zonked when you got here." Drew replied.

"Oh shit," I said, "well, I think maybe they are still affecting you and
somehow caused you to kind of act like a different person while were going
at it."

"Really, you think so?  Oh man, coach, I am so sorry about that.  But, I do
remember cumming, and it was incredible coach.  I just thought it was from
you stroking me off again.  Come to think of it, I remember sitting on the
bed, you walking over to me...Then, I remember the best orgasm of my life
and looking down and seeing you kissing my chest and finishing stroking
me."  Drew explained with as much as detail as he could recall.

"Wow, well you have an inner beast that somehow got let out.  I will admit
it was pretty amazing but like I said, I didn't like what you said." I
said, kind of in an admonishing tone.

"Well, I am sorry coach, but that wasn't me and I promise I won't do that
again."

"OK, well you can still do the other stuff though." I said with a smile,
feeling like it was all resolved.

I proceeded to help get Drew put on a clean pair of gym shorts.

"Why don't you just stay up here and I'll go get us some food.  We might
have some time after we eat, so being up in the bedroom might be the best
spot for us."  I said as I started to walk out.

"Haha, sounds great coach!" Drew said with the signature smile.

Meanwhile, Drew's father, Mr. Brown, sat in his car with his chest
pounding.

"What am I going to do?  I can't believe what I just saw."  He thought to
himself.

Mr. Brown had come home early from his business trip and rushed home to
surprise Drew.  His wife had told him that Drew was feeling kind of down,
so he thought some unexpected company would help lift his spirits.

Mr. Brown was surprised when he walked in that Drew wasn't on the couch.
But, he heard Drew's voice upstairs, although he couldn't hear what he was
saying.

Mr. Brown assumed Drew must have seen him pull up from his window and he
was yelling down to him.  Mr. Brown headed up the stairs, quickly at first,
but then slower and slower as the words became clearer.  He also now heard
a second voice.  As he got closer to the top, he also heard the slapping
sound.  The slapping wasn't of a hand hitting someone; it was the familiar
sound of two bodies banging into each other during sex.

Mr. Brown crept up to the top step, where he had a perfect view into Drew's
room.

He had no idea who the man was, but it was very clear that he was on top of
his son, and his son was fucking him in the ass!  Even if he couldn't tell
that, he certainly heard Drew yelling to the man that he was indeed
sticking his cock in his slutty ass (among other descriptions).

Mr. Brown's head began to spin as he rambled down the steps.  He raced out
the door and jumped back in his car.  After a few moments, he was able to
think.  He pulled out of the driveway and parked a few houses away.

He decided he didn't want Drew to know that he saw, but he also wanted to
find out who this man was.

He had hoped this day would never come.  Well, he definitely never imagined
he would walk in on the situation, but he had hoped it would never get to
this.

Mr. Brown had found Drew asleep in bed one night about a year ago, with his
laptop next to him on the bed.  Drew's dad innocently grabbed it to put it
on the desk.  Before he closed the lid, he spotted a naked man on the
screen.  Mr. Brown smiled as he thought his typical teenager with raging
hormones was browsing porn sites before bed.

"Good thing his mother didn't see this."  Mr. Brown had thought.

However, Mr. Brown took a closer look at the site.  All of the pictures
were of men.  It was a gay porn site.

"Oh fuck!" Mr. Brown muttered under his breath as he checked out the site
further.  He made a quick glance over at Drew to make sure he was still
sleeping.

Mr. Brown checked the browsing history.

"Maybe he was on regular porn and he clicked a wrong link that brought him
here, or it was a random popup ad or virus that had caused this site to
open." Mr. Brown hoped as the history window opened.

Mr. Brown's heart sank as he saw the list of sites that Drew had been
browsing.  He clicked a few and they were all gay sites.  In fact,
Mr. Brown recognized a few of them just by their urls.  Yes, Mr. Brown also
frequented gay sites on the web.

"Oh shit, Drew, looks like Dad passed on the gay thing." Mr. Brown thought
as he looked back at Drew.

Mr. Brown was comfortable with whom he was, but he admitted to himself that
it was a struggle to keep his desires for men hidden.  His heart had sank
when he realized Drew had these feelings too, not because he was ashamed of
his son, but more because Drew was hiding them just like his Dad.

"This is his life; he can do what he wants.  He is 18." Mr. Brown thought
as he nervously waited in the car for the man to leave his home.  After the
man left, he would go hang out with Drew, but not mention anything.

Just then, the door opened and the man walked out of his house.

"Coach Clarkson!?!  Holy fuck!" Mr. Brown shouted within his car. "That
mother fucker!"

Mr. Brown reached for the door handle.  He was furious.

Upstairs, Drew had grabbed his phone from the charger on the nightstand and
texted his friend and former basketball teammate, Josh:

"It happened!"

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That's all for chapter 2.  I hadn't intended on making a full multi-chapter
story about this, so I went with some different possibilities to see what
everyone thinks.