Date: Sun, 18 May 2008 11:54:58 -0500 From: David Combs Subject: The Wonder Year: My Sexual Education; Part One--Coach B and I THE WONDER YEAR: MY SEXUAL EDUCATION PART ONE---COACH B AND I Copyright 2008 by D.A. Combs At my high school you took Driver's Ed. the summer between sophomore and junior years. The course was taught by Coach B; he was assistant coach of varsity teams and head coach of the freshman and sophomore teams. Coach B was very hot; the perfect male specimen, broad shouldered, tapering down to a slim waist. He had dark hair, a very handsome face with white teeth which showed in his dazzling smiles. He liked my writing in the classroom portion of the class, telling me that I wrote like a college sophomore. After the classroom portion was over, we had to get experience behind the wheel. So Coach B would take two or three of us in the Driver's Ed. car and we would practice our driving. One day I was alone with Coach in the car because the other guys didn't show up. It was a very hot summer in Southern Illinois as usual. Coach was sweating out his shirt. He said, "We're kind of early since you did a good job today. Drive to my house and I'll give you a tour while I change my shirt before the next group." With his directions I drove to his house and pulled into the driveway. We went inside. Coach showed me the finished basement, first floor and then said, "Come on upstairs, I'll show you the bedrooms and change my shirt." Coach's wife was at work while his two young children were at the baby sitters'. I sat on the bed in the master bedroom while Coach stripped off his shirt, dropped it on the bed beside me and dug in the drawer for a new one. Although Coach's back was to me I could see his bare chest in the mirror of the dresser. His chest was gorgeous with a thick mat of dark hair covering it. The hair circled his sexy nipples while trailing down to the waistband of his slacks. A few drops of sweat rolled down between his nipples toward his loins. Coach caught me looking at him in the mirror and turned around. Flashing me one of his killer grins, he said. "What's wrong? Haven't you ever seen a guy with his shirt off before?" I froze when I realized I had been caught staring. As I stammered, forming an answer, I suddenly noticed that in addition to my awareness of Coach's beautiful chest, I was exactly at eye level with his crotch. Suddenly I was transfixed on the bulge of his package wondering what was under there. Now, you must understand that I was very shy at that stage of my life. I didn't have a lot of friends. Although I had been whacking off since I was 12, I was almost totally ignorant of sex even though I was 16 and would turn 17 the following October. I didn't hang with a group of guys who talked about sex and I didn't have a lot of self confidence. Of course I had seen guys with no shirts on around town, driving around with their car windows down, but I never ran around without my shirt. I was skinny and considered myself geeky looking with glasses and ears that stuck out. I played no sports at all, I didn't even know how to swim, in fact, I was in the band! And though it was the mid 60's, small towns in deep Southern Illinois knew nothing of being gay except if you even thought about it you were immediately swept away to the gates of Hell. An exaggeration perhaps, but you get the picture. As I continued to stare I gradually became aware that Coach was looking down at me. He spoke softly, almost whispering "Do you want to see my dick?" I don't know if I stammered "Yes" or if I barely nodded my head or if I did anything. I just know Coach undid his belt, unzipped his jeans and dropped them to his ankles. There stood Coach in nothing but his jockey shorts. I hardly had time to admire the inviting bulge which outlined the Coach's cock and balls before he shucked his shorts down to his ankles to join his jeans. I was face to face with his bare dick and balls! Mesmerized by this display of male beauty before me, I could only stare silently at his low hanging balls before me and the cock which hung down over them like a tube of pleasure. The veins were clearly defined on the foreskin and the head of his cock was peeping out with the piss slit winking at me like a twinkling eye. "Touch it" the Coach breathed. I was paralyzed. The coach again, a bit louder this time, whispered "Touch it." Slowly I reached out, unable to stop myself yet disbelieving that I could do it. It was as though a disembodied me was being controlled by a force that was as elemental as fire or water. I cupped the balls gently and let the cock lay in the palm of my hand. It felt so right, so natural that I instantly knew that I was destined to love men for all my life, both emotionally and physically. As if some long dormant set of genes had been turned on to control my behavior, I inexorably moved Coach's cock towards my mouth. I moved forward and kissed the head of his cock. In fact I kissed the whole thing all over. I began to lick it up and down like it was a lollipop made of hot flesh. There was pre cum oozing from his piss slit and my tongue flicked out and licked it up. It tasted so amazing that I encircled the whole head with my mouth as Coach gasped. I swallowed as much of his cock as I could while I jacked it with my hand, moving up and down the fleshy tube which was growing longer and harder by the second. I had no idea if I was doing it right or if he would laugh at me. Coach soon disabused me of that notion. He gave me instructions in a rough whisper. "You don't have to swallow it all. Fold your lips over your teeth, and suck it like you were sucking a milkshake through a straw. Swirl your tongue around the head while you're sucking. "Yeah, that's it! Keep jacking me at the same time." Soon his breathing became shorter and he began to moan as he said "I'm about to shoot. You'd better get off my dick!" Well, no way was I going to stop sucking until I had tasted his cum. My wish was granted very shortly as his sweet cream flooded my mouth in spurt after spurt while I tried to swallow as much as I could. I lost count of how many times he shot into my hot mouth, but I kept swallowing; eventually his love juice was running out both sides of my mouth. Coach was about ready to collapse against me as he held the back of my head to his groin while he jetted the final spurts. He managed to choke out, "Are you sure you've never done this before? That was fantastic for a first time, I never expected you to swallow my cum. Did you like it?" I looked up while I drooled cum with a grin on my face like a possum eating shit and said "It was the most wonderful thing I've ever tasted, next to chocolate!" Coach laughed and took his sweaty shirt from the bed and wiped both sides of my mouth tenderly. By this time it was quite obvious that I had a big time hard on. My shorts were bulging and I was squirming trying to rearrange my package to relieve the pressure. Coach shot me one of his killer grins and said "I guess you did like it!" He looked at me quizzically and said, "You've never had sex before? You've never played around with another guy or gotten a hand job or blow job from your girlfriend?" Now most of those terms I was unfamiliar with except for blow job which I had overheard some guys talking about in the hallways. Hell, I was so naïve about sex that when I went to see "Goldfinger" and the guys in the audience roared when the character of Pussy Galore was introduced, that I had no idea what was so funny. I replied, "I don't have a girlfriend right now and I've never done anything with a girl except hold hands. I have never even seen another guy naked before today and I don't know what a hand job is. Is what I did with you called a blow job?" I was almost sure it was, but I wanted confirmation so at least I could add one fact to my sexual knowledge. Coach was astonished. "You've never even seen another guy naked?!" I shyly downcast my eyes and said, "I'm an only child and I don't have to take P.E. because I'm in band, so I've never been in a locker room and I've never seen my father naked." Coach said "Well, we'll have to take care of some of that right now. I see you need something to take care of your hard on. Stand up." I stood up and Coach reached down and pulled my shirt over my head, he unzipped my shorts and pulled them down, leaving me standing in my undershorts. He carefully pulled my undershorts out by the waistband so he wouldn't hurt my sensitive dick and then pulled them off me. He said, "Move forward a little and take this to hold in front of you", handing me his cum soaked sweaty shirt. Coach moved around behind me and began moving his hands over my chest. Nobody had ever touched me like this before and I felt like my body was on fire with little pins and needles pricking me all over. Coach focused on my nipples, massaging them with the palms of his hands then gently pulling and tweaking them with his fingers. I had no idea my nipples could feel like this. But now I was positive they were directly wired to my dick. I thought it wasn't possible for my cock to get any harder but it did; I thought I would cum immediately. Coach moved his hands down my body, taking my stiff prick in his right hand, he began to jack me off. He exclaimed in surprise, "You're uncut!" I wasn't sure what that meant but he explained about foreskin and how most guys have their cocks cut. Coach began to move the foreskin up and down my shaft faster and faster rubbing his thumb around my cock head at the same time. He nuzzled my neck kissing me, sticking his tongue in my ear. I was almost gasping for air, I thought I was going to black out, but I managed to scream out, "I'm cumming!!" The excitement was at fever pitch, I couldn't last any longer. Barely able to hold the dirty shirt in front of me, I unloaded gob after gob of teen cream. Coach whispered in my ear, "Now that's a hand job!" Coach B turned me around when I had regained some equilibrium, looked at me solemnly and said very seriously, "You are the smartest student in my class, so I probably don't have to tell you this, but I must stress that all this is very illegal. You are underage so I could be fired and my career ruined if any word of this sexual play between us got out. Your reputation would be ruined also. This is a small town, you would probably be sent off somewhere to finish high school or at the very least ostracized if you stayed. Also the other guys would beat on you `cause they're ignorant about feelings like ours. Knowing that if I wanted these wonderful feelings to continue I would have to keep my mouth shut I said "Of course. I'm not stupid. I would never say anything to jeopardize what happened between us, because I hope it happens again and again!" With a big grin Coach said "I knew I could count on you. There is much more for you to learn and I have a plan in mind. Wait until you hear what I have in store!