Date: Sat, 01 Jul 2006 14:33:47 -0600 From: Xavier Subject: Getting Coached Getting Coached by Xavier L This is a fictional story containing sex between an unrelated adult and a teen. If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or if this theme turns you off, you shouldn't continue reading. If you are interested in my other stories, you can find them listed in the Authors section under XavierL (toward the bottom of the list). If you have ideas or fantasies you'd like to see turned into stories, feel free to email me as well. Please feel free to email me with comments or if you'd like to be notified when there are new stories or updates to existing ones at xavier.lancaster@ukonline.co.uk. I've been coaching cross country for a long time. Kids try you in different ways. Some you grow closer to as well. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined what would one day happen during cross country camp this summer. It started out innocently enough. I and some of the other coaches were taking the boys on a run through the woods. Matt was a little slower than the others, but at 14 was also one of the younger ones. He was a good-looking kid. Brown hair, emerald green eyes, a nice build. The girls on the team were always flirting with him, but he seemed oblivious to their interests. In a polite way of course. During this particular run, he turned a corner a little too fast and didn't notice a small log partially blocking the path. I was behind him and saw his body go soaring through the air and then heard him land. The coach in front of him stopped and ran back down the trail. We arrived at the same time. "You OK Matt?" I asked. "Yeah Coach, I'm OK." He gingerly tried standing up but couldn't. "Hold it. Sit back down." I started undoing his shoe as he sat up against the tree, both of his knees bent forcing his thin, low-cut running shorts to fall backward. As I unlaced his shoes my eyes spotted what looked like the tip of his dick. "You need help?" my assistant asked. Tearing away my gaze from the teenager's dick, I answered no and told him to go ahead and join the others and finish the run. We'd meet them back at the dining hall later. He took off as I inquired after Matt. "Does anything hurt?" I asked, trying not to be too obvious that I was checking out his package. "My ankle, knee and hamstring. And my back and elbows." "So what doesn't hurt then?" I asked, smiling warmly. He chuckled at that. I checked his ankle which seemed OK. I then moved up to his knee, and there was no sign of fracture or swelling there. Just some scrapes that would need cleaning. As I rubbed his hamstring, however, I found my hand gliding down further. He didn't respond negatively, so I let my hand inch further and further toward my target: the helmet-shaped head of his young cock. "Let me rub this out for you," I said and began massaging his hamstring. As my hand continued rubbing ever so close to his dick, I could've swore it looked like it was stiffening. Emboldened by this new development, I decided to risk an "accidental" slip. As my hand grew nearer his crotch, my fingers brushed under the thin fabric and glided along his dick. I glanced up and saw he wasn't looking at me, but he was smiling. I did a couple of more passes at massaging his leg and then put my hand on his dick this time. It was getting hard for sure. I left my fingers there and rubbed the helmet with a fingertip. He spread his leg more and closed his eyes as he relaxed. I slipped my hand into his shorts further and massaged his balls lightly. They were sparsely covered by hair. I withdrew my hand a little fearful at what was going on. "Is this OK?" I asked timidly. Without opening his eyes or uttering a word, I saw him reach down and lift the leg of his shorts up and over his hard-on fully exposing his cock and balls. I never thought I would EVER say that a guy's cock looked beautiful, but this young piece of meat captivated my attention and entranced me. I reached out and began slowly stroking it. After a few moments of slowly stroking his dick, I stopped and asked "Can you stand and walk? We should probably get out of plain sight." He opened his eyes and put out his hand for me to help him. I grabbed onto his arm as his other hand pushed down on my shoulder. I remained kneeling while he used me to help lift himself up. He stood in front of me, his tented shorts jutting out at me. I stared at it with desire. I pointed for him to move into the trees more. "We better take care of this before we head down the trail," I said. Once secure that we wouldn't be easily observed, I knelt down again and ran my hand up the inside of his thigh, once again going beneath the silky fabric of his running shorts. I began stroking him in this awkward position, but he had other ideas. I saw his hands move to his side, and I hesitated as I watched him push his shorts down. "No underwear?" I asked. "You run without underwear?" "Yeah, feels better." I watched the light blue shorts fall to his ankles, and then I looked up and saw his beautiful cock in front of me, large balls hanging down minimally at its base. I took it once again into my hand and continued stroking it. Without the shorts it felt even more intoxicating. Once again he had another idea, however. I soon saw his hands reach out and then felt them on the sides of my head. Once there they began pulling my head toward his hard dick. I watched his cock approach my face while my heart pounded in my chest. I released my grip on his rod as I felt my lips and mouth open followed by his hardness entering me. Immediately the salt of his sweat spread out of over my tongue. The musky scent emanating from his groin assailed my nostrils as his hard flesh began sliding back and forth in my mouth. I slid my hands up the backs of his bare legs until my hands rested on his tight ass. I gripped them as his cock began to invade my mouth further occasionally gagging me. He started humping my mouth then, and I turned from passive to aggressive and started forcing myself to deep throat his cock. "Yeah Coach! Suck my cock!" We both picked up our pace. Something inside of me unhinged, and all I could think of was taking every possible morsel of his young flesh into my mouth. My head was now flying up and down the hard shaft while I heard him moaning softly. His grip on my head tightened, pulling on my short hair. I sucked him even faster then. I heard his moaning grow a little louder, felt his ass muscles tighten, and heard him say "Oh fuck!" And then I tasted his salty nectar as it exploded into my mouth, flooding my throat and gagging me. I greedily swallowed it even though my mind screamed out "You're eating his jizz!" I didn't care! I continued sucking, desperately trying to milk out every drop of his precious juice. When his cock was finished and was beginning to soften, I finally released it. "Damn that was good Coach!" "Uh . . . thanks Matt," I said, my mind dizzy with these latest events. I pulled up his shorts until they were within his reach and stopped. "Go on," he said. I looked up at him and then slid the shorts the rest of the way up. "I could really go for some more, ya know." The idea scared me and turned me on simultaneously. "Well, not here, that's for sure!" I guided him onto the trail, and we walked slowly back to the camp. When we got there, I asked how he was doing. "Hamstring is still really stiff." "Hmmmm. Better do some massage and whirlpool." So we headed off to the training room. We had the place to ourselves. I walked in and grabbed a sheet to cover the table. Matt closed the door as I got the massage table ready. He was making idle chatter while I finished putting the sheet on and got some massage butter out. "Go ahead and get on the table," I said. When I turned around, I found him laying flat on his back, absolutely naked, and his cock unfolding as it grew hard. This time I took notice of the dark brown hairs covering his legs and surrounding the base of his cock. His hand grabbed onto mine and guided it to his chest. I began rubbing his developing pecs. Again I noticed my heart pounding. I could feel it in my throat and the tips of my ears were hot. My hand then slid over his chiseled abs. "Almost there," he said. I looked up at his wide grin and continued my descent down his body until his rod was in my hand. I saw him start rubbing his nipples, and so I leaned down and started sucking on one of them. "Oh gawd yes!" he hissed as I sucked harder. Then his hand was on my head pushing it downward. I quickly moved my mouth to his cock and promptly deep throated it. I wasn't used to this, and so I had to move back up as I coughed. When my fit was done, I replaced his dick into my mouth and began sucking it earnestly. "Yeah, you like that young meat!" Where in the fuck did he learn this shit from? I wondered. But I didn't care. It did the trick for me! I began sucking faster, but then he was pulling out of my mouth. I stood there in shock and confusion as he lifted his leg over my head and slid off the table, his grin showing his pearly white teeth. He came up behind me and pressed his cock into my back. "I've got an idea," he said. "Oh?" was all I could say as I felt my shorts and jock being lowered. "Uh huh" was his only response. Next my suspicion was confirmed as to his new idea. I felt his dick sliding between his cheeks. "Uh, Matt. . . " "No need to beg Coach," he said smoothly as his hand guided his cock to my hole. "Bend over," he said. While silently objecting, I found myself obeying him readily. Until his cock entered me that is! It felt like I was being torn in two! "WHOA!" I yelled. "Shhh!" he admonished me, "Want someone to come in and spoil our fun?" "It hurts!" I hissed. He slid more of his cock into me. "I thought you were a man's man Coach. Didn't know you were a pussy." "I'm NOT a pussy!" I protested. Next I knew he was plopping a pillow in front of me. "Bite the pillow then." Feeling challenged by the rebuke but still very much in pain, I bunched up the pillow in front of me and buried my face into it. "Just relax. That's what the porns always say." What porns?! I wondered, but I struggled to follow his suggestion, desperate for any relief. While experimenting for other "cures" to my pain, I discovered that by bearing down, it hurt less. And apparently it made it easier for him as well, because I soon heard him say "Yeah, that's it!" and felt more of his cock enter me. It felt 5 times bigger in my ass than it was in my throat! After he had buried it in my ass and had started slowly pumping my hole, the pain began to subside and, therefore, the enjoyment increased. Soon I even found myself moaning as he slowly fucked me. "All better?" he asked. "Yes!" I grunted during one of his thrusts. "Good!" And then the true fucking began. He started slowly pulling back and then thrusting his cock forward forcefully. I can't describe the sensation, but it like intensely pleasurable pain. I can't explain it. All I know is I wanted more! "Fuck! Harder!" I almost screamed. "Shhh!!! No problem Coach!" He began pounding my ass. A soft slapping sound was created by our bodies colliding. As he pumped me harder, I felt his hand grab onto my cock. "Not bad Coach!" he said as his fingers wrapped around my rod. "Thank . . . you," I replied stupidly as his cock slammed into me again. He began stroking me in time with his humping movements. With his cock slamming into my prostate repeatedly, I blew my load before he did, my nails digging into the sheets on the massage table. Shortly after that I felt his body slam into me again and not move. From deep inside I could feel his cock twitching, and I knew he was filling my hole with his cum. "You're a good fuck Coach! Good suck and good fuck. Knew there was something special I liked about you." Was this kid really only 14? I asked silently to no one in particular. When he pulled out of me, he slapped me lightly on the ass. "I look forward to more!" he said, as he walked over to his clothes. I stood up and squeezed my ass cheeks together to try to diminish the pain. I saw him picking up his clothes and said: "Not so fast." "Ready for more already?" he asked somewhat surprised. I had to pause and think about that before answering, "No. Well . . . No. You need the whirlpool still." He put his clothes down and walked over to the whirlpool, turned it on and climbed in. "If I get bored, is a hand job out of the question?" I immediately focused my attention on cleaning up my cum from the table and the floor. I stood up and looked at him briefly before bending back down. "No, not out of the question at all you horny little fucker." The sound of his laughter silenced the whirlpool momentarily as it rang through the room. While I put away the dirty linens, I pondered the day's events. And then began plotting the evening's. Watch for part 2.