Date: Tue, 5 Jul 2016 11:58:00 -0400 From: Stevie D Subject: HS Athletic Department 2 The next morning, Hendo was up early with a raging boner. He had jerked off three more times the night before thinking about what happened in the shower with his football coach, it seemed to have stoked his teenage sex drive. Throughout his first three classes, Hendo was useless he was consumed with thoughts of Coach Evans. He sat in the middle of the classroom for his third period calculus class - normally one that he enjoyed - and found himself staring at the clock waiting for the bell to ring. He wanted to talk to his coach about yesterday. Was it a one time thing? Was it only because his wife was pregnant? Would he be interested in doing more? These thoughts swam through Hendo's head as Mr. Clark, his calculus teacher assigned the homework for the day right before the bell rang. "Remember there is an exam next week! Do the homework it will help you review!" Shouted Mr. Clark over the noise of chairs and the chatter of the students filing out of the classroom. Hendo was right at the front of the line of the mob of students spilling into the old halls of the school. He found his way down the hall and around the corner to his locker and the usual group of his buddies congregated around waiting for him to hold court between classes. Being a star athlete who enjoyed school made him a bit of an outlier but his mastery of sports and academics fueled his popularity without him even trying. Throw in his good looks and engaging personality and was easily the most well liked and admired student at school. "Hey bro, after the game Friday night Jane is having a party," Hendo's friend Ken Leiter said to the group assembled as he and Hendo performed a handshake/hug combo. "Cool, it'll be the first victory party of the year!" Joked Hendo. Ken continued talking and Hendo leaned back against the lockers. What would his friends think of him if they knew what he had done last night? He had never fooled around with another guy mainly for this reason; he was relatively in the public eye - a big fish in a small pond - at his high school. He was beginning to feel uncharacteristically insecure. His mind drifted as everyone was engaging each other until the bell sounded and Ken clapped him on the shoulder. "Wake up, Hendo!" Exclaimed the much taller Ken. Ken was one of Hendo's oldest friends. He was much taller than the running back at nearly 6'5. Ken was the star swingman on the basketball team and was also a serviceable enough tight end to make all city for football. His close cut blond hair and blue eyes combo made him very popular with the female students and his smile and sweet talking had even been known to persuade a teacher or two to round his grades up. "You need to get a nap or something during study hall, man. If you sleepwalk like this through practice today Coach will eat you alive!" Joked Ken as he shoved Hendo on his way down the hall. Screw it, I'm going to see Coach Evans, Hendo thought to himself. He knew that Coach Evans had a free period during fourth period so he decided to ditch study hall. He could easily get a pass from coach after the fact. He hustled down the hall to the upstairs main lobby of the school and walked around the balcony over looking the main entrance on his way to the gym. Bypassing the main gym lockers, he walked through the mainly deserted athlete's locker room to the football coach's office. To his dismay, Coach Evans' office was empty with the lights out. He stood there in front of the windows into the darkened football coaches' office disappointed for a few minutes before figuring he might as well just head back to study hall. On his way back through the school, trying his best to hustle to study hall, Hendo was stopped by one of the assistant principals who also happened to be varsity baseball coach. "Mr. Warner, shouldn't you be in class?" asked Mr. Needham "I have study hall, sir. I forgot my calculus book in my football locker and had to go get it." Hendo explained to the authority figure in front of him "Well then, where is it?" asked Mr. Needham sternly, gesturing down to Hendo's empty hands "I couldn't get into the locker room, it was locked." Hendo lied, unable to make eye contact "Follow me, I have a key, I'll let you in." Mr. Needham called his bluff Hendo followed behind his assistant principal nervous about getting into trouble with someone with as much pull as an assistant principal. His eyes were trained on the figure of Mr. Needham in front of him; through the fog of his horniness he began to realize how sexy the baseball coach/assistant principal was. Mr. Needham stood about 6 feet even with a muscular build that was evident even through his shirt, tie, and slacks. His sandy blond hairline was beginning to recede but only in the front and his tight butt was mesmerizing as he walked in front of the high school jock. Mr. Needham had definitely noticed the bulge in the jock's shorts as he was questioning him in the hallway. He couldn't get over the fact that Hendo had seemed to be lying about something. He knew Hendo had never been much of a troublemaking besides some antics that cocky young jocks can sometimes get into, but his athletic exploits had certainly made him well known throughout the school including the faculty. Mr. Needham had definitely kept his eye on the athlete, if only for personal fantasies for when his wife wasn't in the mood. Especially lately, she hadn't been putting out. The rest of their marriage was great it just seems like their sex life had begun to fizzle out. He had made great friends with his right hand, exploring his partial attraction to guys through porn and his own vivid fantasies. Mr. Needham got out of his own head once they reached the athlete's locker room and found that it was unlocked and ushered Hendo inside. "Well, here you go it's unlocked. Grab your books and lets go." Mr. Needham said sternly. "You see, I kind of fibbed before... I didn't really leave my book in here..." Hendo said sheepishly blushing not being able to keep a look of guilt from washing over his face as his gaze fixed on Mr. Needham's bulging crotch. "You were... looking for a place to get off?" asked Mr. Needham boldly, catching Hendo staring. The vice principal was even shocked by the words that came out of his mouth. How could he have been so bold? So stupid? His sheer horniness had taken the driver seat and he was just along for the ride. He had to get some soon or he was going to burst. He needed to take back the steering wheel but he couldn't right now. "Y-y-y-yes," Hendo said even more sheepishly. "Ever suck a cock before?" Mr. Needham cut right to the point. "No, sir" Hendo answered. "You've been staring at it for long enough you might as well try it out." He walked over to the door and flicked the lock before turning to Hendo. With that, Mr. Needham pulled his cock out from his slacks and briefs. Hendo slowly dropped to his knees and looked up at the man standing over him. Mr. Needham had a serious look on his face as he glared down at the high school jock kneeling intently yet a little unsure below him. Hendo stared at the baseball coach's cock before him. The uncut 8 inches had a mean looking vein running it's length and the foreskin just barely revealed the tip of his piss slit as it throbbed at full mast in the open air of the locker room. Hendo reached out and grasped the rigid member in front of him. He slid back the foreskin revealing the pink head that oozed precum. Looking up at Mr. Needham he slowly wrapped his lips around the juicy head, exploring it with his tongue. He pushed the foreskin back over the head of Mr. Needham's cock and his tongue and circled his tongue around it. "Fuck, kid, you have no idea how good that feels." moaned Mr. Needham. This gave Hendo more confidence and he started to take more of the baseball coach's cock into his mouth. He applied suction and felt his way around the shaft with his tongue, savoring his the taste and feeling every inch. Finally the head hit the back of his throat, he tried to stifle a gag and backed off a little bit. "Don't try to get it all in at once your first time, kid. Just focus on what you can get now." encouraged Mr. Needham as Hendo grasped the base of the assistant principal's cock. Mr. Needham's head fell back as Hendo began to jerk off the thick inches of cock that he couldn't fit in his mouth in rhythm with his bobbing head. He tried to keep his tongue moving but he was just so focused on sucking a jacking that he forgot. It didn't seem to bother Mr. Needham as he continued to moan. As he got close, his hands found the back of Hendo's head holding him in place. "Take my load!" groaned Mr. Needham. He shot his thick load right onto Hendo's tongue. Shot after shot filled the high school jock's mouth. Mr. Needham stepped back, and wiped his sweaty brow as Hendo swirled the man's load around in his mouth relishing in the salty taste the older man produced. He stood up as he wiped his mouth and looked at Mr. Needham putting away his still half hard cock. "I needed that. You have some talent for a first timer, with some practice you could be a great cocksucker. Let's work on that Mr. Warner." Mr. Needham said as he unlocked the door to leave. "What about me?" asked Hendo, his cock throbbed so much it almost hurt. "No time, kid. You have to get to class and I have a meeting I'm late for. I'll give you a note to get you back into class." replied Mr. Needham. Hendo was disappointed that he didn't get his dick sucked but at the same time he was exhilarated that he got to suck his first cock, and from the handsome baseball coach no less! The rest of the day, was a blur to Hendo. He was in a daze through his classes, all he could think about was that blowjob and his fucking blue balls. He had to get off, he was going to explode! At least practice had changed his focus. He felt better having exerted himself on the field, but he still needed to get off. Coach Evans had been a little bit stand offish during practice, and Hendo hadn't been able to find him afterwards. When he opened up his locker though he found a packet of papers outlined the extra strength and conditioning program that Coach Evans had drawn up for him. Hendo was pleased that at least Coach Evans wasn't totally avoiding him. He changed out of his football pants and cleats into gym shorts and shoes, grabbed the packet, and headed to weight room. By now everyone on the team knew that he stayed late to get extra work in and most of the time no one joined him, they were all eager to get home and hang out with friends. Inside the weight room, Hendo had cranked up the stereo and began pumping out the listed exercises. He cranked out 3 sets of pull-ups, heavy seated rows, heavy bent over rows, face pulls, and was now finishing on some brutal towel pull-ups when he heard the door to the weight room open. Finishing his set and flexing his hands, getting feeling back in his forearms, he looked over and saw the imposing figure of Coach Evans standing in the open door. Sweat dripped off of Hendo's face as he smiled at the like only he could having just jerked off with him the day before. "I see you are taking advantage of the extra work I gave you." said Coach Evans. "Definitely, Coach, it's good to have some guidance on all the extra work I put in here." replied Hendo. Hendo was a little disappointed that Coach Evans didn't immediately say anything about the day before. In his thoughts, they would be immediately back at it, but that was not the case. He continued to flex his hands open and closed and then grabbed the towels to bang out another set. His forearms ached and his back screamed as he pulled himself up over and over again. The last set of the day, this one was to failure. Slowly his grip started to give way until he finally lost it. He leaned against the wall, catching his breath and shaking out his arms. He looked over at Coach Evans, doubly disappointed that he didn't look to be coming in to workout with him like the day before. Coach Evans had been thinking about the incident in shower all night and most of the day. It consumed him just as he was sure that it was consuming his athlete. Without knowing it, Coach Evans had put himself back on the road to fucking around with guys. Thinking about it really got his juices flowing more than he remembered it, why did he ever stop? Probably having those kids made him think he had to be more careful, but now he just couldn't contain himself; he had to follow this lust. He had made himself as busy as possible that day to keep from doing something stupid during school hours and then made himself scarce after practice until he was sure the last of the kids and assistant coaches had left, on top of that, he had gotten his workout in early in the morning like normal. It wasn't difficult that day being that he had barely slept the night before. "Looks like you could use a shower." quipped Coach Evans with a knowing smile. Hendo beamed and wiped his sweaty brow. "I think I might need some company in there." Hendo said with a head nod toward the locker room. The two of them left the weight room and headed to the locker room. Hendo went over to his locker and took off his socks and shoes and grabbed a towel. He headed back to the area with the showers and was about to turn one on when he head a whistle blow. He jerked around and saw Coach Evans was sitting in his office motioning for Hendo to come over to him. He spun around and hustled to the office, his raging cock leading the way trapped in his workout shorts. When he got to the coach's office, Coach Evans was sitting back in his chair behind his desk. He swiveled to face Hendo with a big grin on his face and his hard cock poking through his gym teacher shorts. "Why don't you get your dick out?" Coach Evans told Hendo more than asked, while he absent-mindedly stroked his huge member. Hendo pulled down his gym shorts and jock strap all in one motion and stepped towards his football coach. Coach Evans wrapped his hand around the high school jock's thick dick and and lightly stoked the length of it once, wiping the dribbled of precum off the student's piss slit. "Feels good, huh? Been thinking about this since yesterday. Why don't we try a little more this time." Coach Evans said softly. Hendo could only let out a moan and nod his head yes. He was in heaven. All day he had been boned up, especially after sucking off Mr. Needham. He was trying his best to hold back his load as long as possible because he didn't want this to end. He was brought back to reality as his felt the warm wetness of Coach Evans' mouth wrap around his raging cock. "Fuck, Coach! That is amazing!" groaned Hendo as Coach Evans deftly swallowed more of his cock while snaking his tongue around it. Coach Evans was filled with lust. He had only gotten he smallest of tastes of fooling around with this kid yesterday and he needed more. As his mouth engulfed the football player's cock he was surprised at how easily he was able to do it all. He hadn't had a dick in his mouth in years but it was like riding a bike. Coach Evans found the kid's balls began to play with them as the bobbed up and down on the shaft. Within seconds they were drawn up tight and Coach Evans knew that Hendo was getting close. The kid needs to get at least one load out to loosen him up and calm him down thought Coach Evans. His hand left Hendo's nuts and slid the length of the student's crack, just grazing his hole. This set off the teenager on the biggest orgasm of his life. "Coach! I'm gonna blow!" bellowed Hendo. Coach Evans just nodded his approval as he continued blowing his player without breaking rhythm. The floodgates opened, and Hendo unleaded a torrent of teenage cum into Coach Evans' mouth. It came so hard and fast that Coach Evans couldn't even make out the individual jets coating his stuffed mouth. Moans filled the office and reverberated back as Hendo's firehose slowly began to lose pressure. He was so light headed and wobbly on his knees that he thought for a minute he might collapse but steadied himself on the edge of Coach Evan's desk just in time. "Coach, that was amazing! Where did you learn how to do that?" breathed Hendo as Coach Evans pulled off his cock with a mouthful of cream. "I'll tell you sometime. That was some load though. You must have been just as worked up as I am." smirked Coach Evans as he slowly swallowed Hendo's load and motioned to his throbbing cock. It seemed even bigger to Hendo than it had the day before. He wanted to just dive in and try to swallow it like he had tried with Mr. Needham only hours before. His second cock that day, after never having blown one before; he was a lucky guy thought Hendo. He looked back at his handsome Coach's face and got the urge to kiss the man in front of him. Just as Coach Evans was opening his mouth to say something the jingle of his cellphone interrupted them. "Shit!" muttered Coach Evans as he saw the contact that was calling him. "Hey honey, I told you had to work late to prepare for the game tonight." he said into the speaker, obviously frustrated. "Are you sure?" "Ok then, I will be there." The disappointment washed over Coach Evans' face. Hendo then knew that it was over for the night and it washed over his face too. "Sorry, kid, I have to go take care of something my boys did." grumbled Coach Evans as he got his things together and slowly, with almost a pained look on his face he stuffed his throbbing cock back into the confines of his shorts. "Ok, Coach, I understand." Hendo hung his head a little. "I'm sure you've got plenty of girls to help unload the rest of those nuts of yours." joked Coach Evans as he tussled Hendo's hair on his way out of the office, leaving Hendo alone in the locker room, dejected.