Date: Thu, 25 Mar 2021 11:09:31 +0000
From: Larabellum Brock <larabellumbrock@gmail.com>
Subject: Luke and the Coach - (Adult Youth)

Disclaimer:

This is a true story of consensual sex between an adult and a 16yo. Please
remember that in many countries this is legal as the age of consent is 16,
which is the case, although sometimes frowned upon. So, if you intend to
read this please make sure you are not breaking any laws.

Some minor details were changed or omitted to protect identity and location.


The Coach and Luke


As you can imagine being a gay football (soccer) coach is not something you
would announce to the world, even in the tolerant society we live in. That
idea that you would be checking out every player you see in the changing
room or that you would be perving each time there's naked players walking
by or near you is something that people might think you would do. So, you
keep quiet.

Now before telling you this story, let me say that I always saw my players
as family, with no sexual interest whatsoever, maybe because they are
mainly U18's (16-18yo) and see me almost like a paternal figure inside and
outside the pitch. "My boys are my family" and I do anything to protect
them. And as you can imagine, I always maintain a healthy and clean
distance.... Well not always!! Twice in my career this was not the
case. Let me tell you about the first time.

I first saw Luke in the trials. He was a confident 16-year-old. Clearly a
popular guy in school as he was in the middle of a group of mates who had
come to try their luck and he was the centre of everyone's attention.

My first thought was "What a beautiful boy". He was all what you imagine a
British would be. Blonde, blue eyes, a well-proportioned face and a
stunning smile with perfect white teeth. Later when I spoke with his group
of boys to get their names and preferred pitch positions, I noticed that
his voice was deep and full of confidence. For a few moments I was in awe,
but I carried on.

Luke ended up being an extremely fit and talented player. In any trial I
start by battering everyone physically to weed out the players who would
never resist the fitness preparation and the level of demand I have as a
coach and in any of my teams.

For Luke this seemed to be a breeze, he did everything with ease, running,
sprints, push-ups, crunches, all sort of planks, more running and my
favourite.... Tell everyone that they can rest, wait for 30 seconds and
blow my whistle calling everyone back. That moment, you see who comes
running, who is fit and who just collapses back on the floor and hope they
were somewhere else.... I even walk away just to make them run the distance
to me. Hahaha... you can call me evil.

Luke was the first to get to where I was. Not a single one of his mates
responded to my call. When Luke almost crashed against me, his mates were
still trying to stand up. I noticed this and commented about his
friends. He looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes and with a very
serious expression said, "They are my mates but inside the pitch I just
listen to the coach". I knew there and then I had a player, a very
beautiful sexy player... "Damn! Focus coach..."

After the trial was over, I walked by the several groups spread around the
pitch. They were getting the assistant-coaches last instructions while
stretching. By then most were exhausted and trying to keep composure. Luke
was sitting, calmly listening to the coach, his shirt was on his shoulder
and for the first time I had a peek at his upper body. My god... this boy
was perfect. Flat stomach, some clearly marked abs with a hint of baby
fat. Well defined pecs and a V-shaped torso, proof that he probably swam
too.

When I approached all eyes were suddenly on me. After all I was the guy who
made the final decision. I told everyone they would get a text message from
the club asking them to return and encouraged those who may not receive the
message to work harder to raise their levels.

I walked away and as I approached Luke, I stretched my hand to help him get
up and said, "See you next training". He broke a beautiful smile and just
replied "Thanks Coach". My heart raced... "Come man. Get it together. He's
just a kid"

Indeed, Luke progressed through all the trial stages. He was very good
technically and a fit and dedicated player. Always the first to respond to
the "Call of God" (as I called my whistle), which always gave me a perfect
view of him, his face, his eyes, and his stunning smile.

It also gave me the chance to catch up on one of his "quirks". He always
adjusted himself, I mean he would adjust his crotch to be more
comfortable. I could not help but noticing he also had a very sizeable
dick. It would fill his hand when he adjusted himself, and I did think "If
it looks like that while soft, I imagine full mast".

I did meet Luke's mother (never his father). A nice lady who at first was
concerned about costs and making sure her son had everything needed. That
was really not a problem as the club has a great policy to support
struggling families. I made sure she understood that Luke was now part of
the family and that we take care of our own like a real family should.

Training continued. I built a good relationship with Luke. He would often
arrive early, helped me set the equipment, talked about everything and OMFG
he kept adjusting himself; he kept smiling at me, he even started cracking
jokes and small pranks, shuffling my hair while apologising. I was falling
for this kid big time...

However, in the first friendly match Luke got injured. A harder tackle
caused him to overextend the knee ligament and he had to leave the pitch in
pain. The physio gave him a 4 to 8 weeks prognosis to recover. But as you
can imagine it is a blow to any player to get side lined so early in the
season and when I called his mother to know how he was, she told me Luke
was quite depressed, hardly leaving his bedroom.

He had been given 2 weeks off school to reduce the swelling and his mother
said that during the first week he almost didn't utter a word. She asked me
if I could speak to him because of the respect he had for me. She added
that before the injury all Luke spoke about was his coach, how good he was,
how funny he was, how much he knew about football, etc, etc.

"Oh! He actually thinks about me!! Shit... get it together"

I agreed to stop by her house on Saturday after lunch to see him.

Saturday, I knocked at her door, she said Luke was upstairs in his room and
that I was free to go up. She told me she was ironing and doing laundry and
thought that he might be more open just with me than with her present. "Oh,
and coach. I haven't told you were coming. I wanted it to be a surprise"
she said with a smile and adding how much he would like to see me.

I walked up the stairs, knocked at the door and heard a grumpy "WHAT???". I
opened the door and said, "Is that a way to talk to your coach you maggot?"

I could not help but to smile at his surprised look. He went from a shock
look to breaking into a huge smile stunning smile.

My heart almost stopped, he was laying down in his bed, PS4 control in his
hand, playing FIFA, only in white football shorts... "Holy shit! What a
vision... this kid is beautiful"

Indeed, Luke seemed happy to see me. He sat in his bed, pointed at the
chair in his desk and invited me to sit.

I closed the door, got the chair and moved it a bit closer to his bed. He
sincerely looked happy to have me visiting.

"Didn't know you were coming coach. I could have cleaned up a bit"

"Don't worry, you are just chilling at home and to be honest the smelliest
thing around here it's you and there's no solution for that"

He heartily laughed and said "You know you love me" -- If only he knew.

The fact was I had really developed some sort of feelings for this kid. He
was not the ordinary teenager.

His confidence, deep voice, sense of humour, stunning smile and those
piercing blue eyes, made me feel "butterflies in my stomach".

I told him about the last matches, tactics that I had used and encouraged
him to follow the recovery plan to return as soon as possible.

Luke was listening with full attention and as usual, he would adjust
himself, even without thinking. Now that I was this close, I could not help
but noticing he did have a very large bulge.

And then... I tried to make a joke from an old movie which changed
everything.

"Geeezzz Luke! What's that? Is that a gun in your shorts or are you happy
to see me?"

He paused for a few moments, looked at me, smiled and said in his deep
voice.

"Both coach. Actually, it's both"

For a moment I froze. Luke had never hinted at this or made any
inappropriate joke. There was a moment of silence which Luke broke saying.

"I saw you look at me when I touch my dick in training. Not gonna lie,
sometimes I do it on purpose so you can see it"

"Really?..." that was all I could say

"Yeah. You wanna see it?" His face went from a beautiful angelic
expression, to a beautiful devilish one. I swallowed, and said a very faint

"Yes"

Luke pulled his white shorts up, showing that he did not have
underwear. And suddenly he pulled out a long, thick uncut dick. "Fuck! This
boy is hung..."

I think when God make masterpieces, he does not miss an inch.

"You like it?" asked Luke

"Yes. Its beautiful." I said almost in a trance.

"Want to touch it?" he said while making a kind of helicopter movement with
his hand in the dick, which was getting bigger and fatter.

"Your mum" was all I could say

"She won't come in. Touch it please. I want it since the trials"

At that point I was oblivious to the fact I was this boy's coach. I
stretched my hand and grabbed his cock. Luke gave a small moan with a low
voice "Yesssss"

The dick started to grow to its full size in my hand until was a hard,
massive, large stunning cock.

Later Luke would proudly say that when it was hard his cock size was 8.6"
-- "Almost 8.7 he said smiling"

I started to slowly stroke him. Luke started to moan as I moved my hand up
and down.

"Wait." He said while taking off his shorts completely and revealing for
the first time his naked body in full glory. My god he was beautiful...

I continued to stroke and eventually he just said, "Suck me!" His voice and
tone change a bit. He was no more the young, innocent boy talking to his
coach. He knew that at that point I would do anything he asked.

He was telling me what to do. And I would say yes to anything he told me
to.

I moved the chair, sat on his bed and kissed his cock head. He gave a long
moan... I started to suck and kiss the tip of his cock, starting to taste
the first drops of pre cum.

"Kiss my balls" he ordered while spreading his legs

In my horny trance, I obeyed and started kissing and sucking one ball at a
time, licking his long cock from top to bottom like a lollipop.

"Look at me while you suck" and I as an obedient sheep was suddenly
kissing, licking and sucking this massive dick, while looking at Luke up
into his piercing blue eyes. He had this serious look, almost a frown, of
someone that knows he controls the other.

I started to take first the cock head, and as I was sucking it, going down
further and further. I could not take his full cock. Not a chance! I was
never good at deep throating.

"I want to fuck your mouth" I guess I looked up a bit scared. He looked at
me with a grin and just corrected "I will fuck your mouth". Who was this
guy? Where was my innocent angelic Luke?

He grabbed my head and slowly started to move his hips pushing his cock
inside my mouth. When it hit the back, I showed some resistance, but he
quickly slapped my head and said.

"In the pitch you're the coach. In my bed you are fucking mine. I own you
here and you're my slut"

I actually liked hearing that, so I relaxed, and he kept pushing deeper. I
gagged, he stopped for a bit, then pushed further. I started to feel that
my throat was being filled with a massive cock.

"Turn around and slide down" Luke said while pulling out his cock, making
me gasp taking air in. I laid in my back, he made some space and just said
in his deep voice "I'm gonna face fuck you. Open your mouth"

He straddled my chest and put a small pillow under my neck. I sheepishly
opened my mouth, and he again pushed his cock in. First Luke started to
make small moves, like getting me ready for what was about to come.

Then more, and more until I felt again the sensation of my throat filling
up. He kept the movement, a bit harder and deeper each time.

"Get ready" was all I heard in his deep voice. A deep thrust and suddenly I
felt I was gasping for air. His cock was in my throat, I could feel it
filling me. I should have resisted maybe, move out of my place but all I
did was, grabbing his firm ass almost as if I was afraid, he would take it
out.

"You like it don't you?"

"Hmmm hmmm" That's all I could muster

I could look at him and see those beautiful eyes when he started pumping
his cock in and out of my throat. All it came to my mind was "I'm being
face fucked by a player".

Luke started to fuck deeper and deeper until I started feeling his body
hitting my face, his pubes brushing my nose.

I could feel that pole in and out of my throat, my hands in his ass,
following his body's movement. His frantic movements and his breathing
showed he was approaching climax.

And suddenly, he pushed deep, stayed in and with a muffled groan he
stopped, and I felt his jets on cum filling my throat, one, two, three,
four.... His body started to relax.

I opened my eyes, looked at him. He was smiling, both his arms in the
headboard, breathing heavily....

He started to take it out, slowly, I gasped when the cock left my
mouth. Taking a few deep breaths. Luke stretched in bed beside me. His cock
was fully hard still, in the middle of that haze I thought "I hope he
doesn't hurt his knee"

I was breathing heavily and normalising my breathing. I looked again at him
and there was Luke. Naked, smiling, beautiful and still fully hard.

"Turn around. I want to fuck your ass" I looked at him a bit mesmerised
while he turned to his nightstand. Grabbed a nivea cream bottle, opened it
and spread a bit in his cock. "Come on. Turn around" he ordered.

I did what he said.

"Pull your tracksuit down" -- I did

"Your boxers too" -- I did

"Hmmm I am going to fuck this peach" -- "yes please" was my reply to this.

"Actually, lock my door, and get naked" -- I obeyed like a sheep

I laid down and spread my legs. Luke got some nivea and spread around my
asshole. I continued in a trance. I didn't care. Not even the fact is
mother is downstairs ironing while his son is fucking the coach in his
bedroom.

"Nah. Turn around. I wanna be looking at you when I fuck" -- That deep
voice...

"Raise your legs" - I did

Luke massaged my hole with the nivea cream, spread some nivea in his dick
and started to press my tight hole with the tip of the cock head. I took a
deep breath, relaxed and suddenly a sensation of fire invaded me as he
pushed his cock in.

He didn't stop... steadily he continued to push it in until finally I could
feel his body against mine.

"Open your eyes. Look at me" -- His face, his blue eyes, his expression, I
was intoxicated by his beauty.

"Tell me you want my cock"

"I want your cock. Please fuck me"

"Tell me how much you want it"

"I want it so bad Luke. I want your cock"

"This will be our secret. But this cock is mine now"

"Yes please"

"You are mine now and I will fuck you anytime"

"Yesss. Please fuck me"

"You want me?"

"Yessss. Please just fuckme. I am yours but just fuck me"

I saw his smile. His face approached mine. He kissed my forehead and in one
movement he pulled almost all of his cock out and shoved it back in making
me gasp.

"Oh god yes"

Luke grabbed my legs and started to fuck me steadily. Rhythmically. In a
constant movement, looking at me while I enjoyed and started to feel in
heaven. I felt no pain... no discomfort, just a sensation of being full,
complete. My hands on his chest, caressing, exploring that body that I
admired for so many weeks. In the middle of this all it occurred to me was
"I am in love with this boy. I love a 16yo"

I lost track for how long Luke fucked me. We changed positions a few
times. He just kept a steady rhythm. I was in heaven.

"Face down. I am getting closer again"

As I was laying in his bed, his fucking became faster, harder, stronger. It
occurred to me that at that moment I was being hard fucked raw by a blonde
god.

Suddenly, his body tensed, and I felt his cum inside me. One, two, three,
four jets.... How does this boy have so much cum in him?

He collapsed on top of me, grabbed one of my hands and said in low voice.

"I wanted this for so long"

"Me too, me too..."

That day, and after using some baby wipes to look fresh. I walked out of
the door. Talking to a grateful mother, while her son's cum was leaking out
of my ass.

Later she called, thanking me. Luke had come down, had dinner with the
parents. Seemed happy and was saying he wanted to return to the pitch as
soon as possible.

Apparently, my visit had been successful and made her son a happy boy
again.

"Please come again. It made him so good."

"Alright. I will do. Don't worry. He is a good boy..."

That night I got a friend request on Snapchat. It was Luke. I received a
photo of his dick, soft, hanging on the side, beautiful. And the text said
"I want more"

I replied... "I am yours".

The phone pinged again "Good" "Come by Monday. Mum and dad are going to
work, and I will be on my own"

(This was the beginning of a long relationship that lasted until Luke went
to University. We experimented a lot. Luke developed into a top dom and
made me his submissive bottom.  If you want me to write more about
this. Just email me back at larabellumbrock@gmail.com)