Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 19:52:26 -0400
From: Marc A <marczishere@gmail.com>
Subject: Leo's encounters 4

I had now missed three practices since that evening with Jacob in the
locker room. All I wanted to do was avoid him. After countless unanswered
calls and texts I knew he wanted space. My coach asked me to stop by his
office during my free period. Probably to talk about me missing
practices. It turns out the situation is much more than that.

Let me tell you about my coach. His name is Coach Anderson. But most
everyone calls him Coach. He is very stocky, probably 5'11'' 220 lbs. He is
in his mid to late thirties. Mostly muscle and some flab, but he is a beef
cake. You just wanted him to give you a bear hug at all times. He had this
smile that was so warm, inviting, and caring. I was totally obsessed with
it. Not that he used it much, he could be a hard ass at times when the team
screwed up a play or defended badly. He could yell loud. He always wore
these tight shorts that hugged his butt and bulged his groin. Not to
mention those tight polos that showed his big biceps and chest. I could
only imagine what he had down in his pants. He also wore his whistle and
wedding band every day.

The coaches office is right next to the locker room, in fact it has its own
entrance to the locker room. I knocked on his door.

"Hey Leo, come on in." He smiles that warm smile of his.

"Hey Coach, what's this about?" He beckons me to sit as he closes and locks
the door. Strange, I thought. He sits down at his desk and sighs before he
starts talking.

"So you know Mr. James and I are good friends, right?"

"I guess so, why?"

"We tell each other things.. Like what we do over weekends or breaks, the
games we watch, the tricks we fuck, you know the normal stuff." My eyes
bugged out and I stared at my coach. He just smiled that friendly and
caring smile of his. Had Mr. James said something to him? He couldn't have,
he promised not to.. Or maybe I just did. Ugh.

"Uhh, that's interesting."

"So you know what this is about, huh?" It was my turn to sigh. He stood up
from his desk and walked in front of me and his desk and sorta sat and
leaned against his desk. "You see, I want to give you some.. How did you
put it.. Ah yes, give you some 'special attention.' I was in a daze. In
front of me my Coach was enticing me to do something sexual with him and I
had no other choice but to slink from my chair and crawl towards him.

"There we go Leo, good bitch." He smiled and I melted. He patted my head as
he stood up and began undoing his shorts. There I saw his ring in front of
my face. He got his shorts off and kicked them away. Now he took his polo
and whistle off and subsequently threw them toward his shorts. Now all he
had on was his boxers with an obvious tent. I reached out and pulled down
his boxers and his dick sprang free dripping with precum. His dick was
probably the same length as mine maybe longer and a bit thicker. It was a
good slab of meat for this beef cake of a man. He took hold of his dick and
brought it to my mouth. He didn't have to say anything, I knew what to
do. I opened and engulfed the head, he moaned.

"Oooh yeah. My wife doesn't like giving me head, she says I drip to much
precum." And he did, straight down my gullet. I began licking and sucking
it getting it nice and wet. I made all the slurping sounds too, all while
he was moaning. He and I were getting into it and so was my dick, straining
through the fabric of my pants.

After some time he grabbed my face and took control. He was really fucking
my face now. I tried getting all of it in but my gag reflex. He kept
pushing and I kept gagging and coughing. I was just his rag doll as he was
using my head without any inhibitions. I could taste the copious amount of
precum whenever he pulled out some. I knew he was close.

"Ohh ohh I'm going ooh to cum!! Swallow it all, bitch!!" He began shooting
into my mouth and I had no choice but to swallow. He was breathing heavy
after his orgasm subsided. After a minute he removed his dick from my
mouth. I felt ashamed with what had I done... I rubbed the back of my hand
on my mouth and I got up and headed toward the door.

"Wait Leo." I stopped and turned still looking down. "We aren't done." I
looked up and saw him stroking his dick, it was hardening fast. I
sighed. "Undress, bitch." I began taking off my uniform and folded it
neatly on my chair. He pointed to the couch off to the side of his
office. "Lay down there on your back. I want to watch your face as I fuck
your bitch pussy." I cringed at his crude language, but I was getting hard
nonetheless. I went and laid down. He joined me and put my legs up on his
shoulders and spit on his dick. Another rough fuck I thought. Slowly he
pushed the head in, I was panting.

"Oh you like that, huh, bitch?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good bitch." He patted my cheek and began pushing more into my hole. I got
to take a good look at him now. He had broad shoulders and a nice layer of
hair on his chest and stomach. No abs but a strong belly and big pecs. He
had a nice brown beard that completed the picture. He wasn't smiling now,
he just gave me a look of determination. Once he got it all in he stopped
for some seconds and slowly brought it out and back in. After a few minutes
he increased the pace. Faster and faster until he was thrusting into my ass
and pushing me toward the side of the couch. My dick was rock hard without
even touching it. I was enjoying this fuck.

"Oh Coach, give it to me, give it to me all!"

"Yeah bitch, take my dick!"

"Oooh oh yes!" I was cumming without even touching myself. I got off
because my coach was fucking me in his office. He scooped up some cum off
my chest and brought it to my lips. I knew what to do. I sucked his fingers
in and licked all over.

"Yeah bitch, lick your own cum off my hands!" This fuck went on for at
least 10 more minutes before he really started grunting and sweating. I
knew he was getting close so I squeezed my asshole as tight as it would go.

"Damn bitch, your ass is so oooh tight!! Oooh! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
With some final thrusts he bottomed out and released his seed in me. He was
spent. After another minute he withdrew his dick with a plop.

We both got dressed in silence. After I was about to leave he started to
say something. I thought he wasn't finished with me again.

"I'll see you at practice, Leo." He smiled.

As I was leaving I just thought about what a slut I just was, having sex
with my coach in his office. I felt ashamed, but it was so hot! I almost
ran into someone because I was not paying attention to where I was going. I
looked up. It was Jacob!

"Jacob!" I was surprised.

"I heard what just happened. You moved on quickly." He looked hurt and
turned around and left me in the hallway.

What was I going to do now?

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