Date: Sun, 29 Sep 2002 09:54:03 -0400
From: trunk moose
Subject: Tyler

YO, Coach!

Yeah, Tyler, what can I do for you?

Well, uh , I gotta couple questions that, uh, can't wait.

Hold on, bud, if I don't get the shower going, it will never get hot and
steamy enough.

Coach Ferguson had it right that our old gym would never get him hot water
without a ten minute warning. But now that I was standing in front of him I
was at a loss for words.

He pulled off the soaked sweatshirt he had worn through practice, showing
to me his wide shoulders and big pecs, and his chest had these thick, stuck
out nipples on them.

I had wanted to play it a little cool, but after seeing Coach's nips I'd
got so horny I was wondering what could happen next.

So, as the steam billowed out of the shower behind him, Coach asked," So
Trooper, what's up?

Come on in, man, my shower is twice as hot as you guys get and I can
relax."

Coach had already thrown his nikes and socks in the corner and was tugging
off his sweatpants and jock.

I was trying to be cool, but my hard on was getting a head of me.

My jock was angling out to the right, and I was blushing.

"Shit, Tyler, we're not gonna run hot water all night- get your ass in here
and let's talk about whatever's on your mind."

Coach Ferguson was a big man, 6'3 or so and about 250, but he dragged his
jock off his balls like a dancer, hunching slightly, and sliding the straps
down to his thighs.

"Tyler, do me a big favor, drag those straps for me, and I'll tell you
what, I'll get them for you.

My mind was boggling but I stepped into the two man showerstall and reached
for the straps on my Coach's ass, sliding down as he stood there, and from
my rear view, so to speak- I was down so low with a pinkish brown pucker,
circled by black springy hair I could not ignore his balls, lowhanging,
hairy Coach Ferguson, scratching himself, said, " Tyler, you see something
you like?

Sorry, Coach, I just had a couple of questions...

Of course I had questions, why my dick got so big watching the football
game, what that clear syrupy stuff leaking out was,and why the tip of my
foreskin was so long and strechy- Well, as he put it, I owe your Dad a shit
of a lot, he saved my butt a number of times.

As I watched the Coach, the water surged down on his shoulders and splashed
into my face, and I closed my eyes, but as his hands reached my shoulders,
working their way down, my eyes flashed open and I saw the turgid piece of
cockmeat Coach had hung between his legs.

With a look we both realized what we wanted.

Part of my brain started to say, WHATTHEFUCK- but the other part of me
recognized that I wanted the coach and that the Coach wanted me.

"Well, I appreciate you pulling those straps offa me, buddy. and turnabout
is only fair. Turn around and I'll get this jock offa you."

I had no idea what to do, Coach's big thick dick didn't seem a whole lot
thicker now, although the eraser tips of his brown pink nipples aimed up
and sharp, almost quivering..

We were both in his shower now, kicking off our jocks to the shower floor,
and our hard-ons were waggling back and forth, Coach's with a syrup of
precum dangling and me just about to explode.

Coach Ferguson stood behind me in the shower, his left hand sliding up to
my nipple, his right hand moving, sliding down along my ribs, hanging onto
the muscle and bone at my hip, before reaching down to grasp and cup my
muscular buttcheek.

Coach tickled and twisted one nipple and then the other while his other
hand had slid back and forth in the the crevice of my thighs, fingers
tickling along my anus, slipping an inche or two in my horny asshole.

"You can fuck me later, baby, I swear , man I've never seen a foreskin with
a overhang that long'nthick you can have my ass laterbut I gotta get my
dick into you now."

'Coach, you are the boss, whaddya wnat me to do?"

"Oh butch fullback, I know you could beat the shit out of me, but please
get on your back, oh, yeah, that cock is dripping and throbbing, oh yeah
babe, pull those legs back,o yeah, tell me Tyler, that pink hole I'm
looking at is cherry, right bud?"

"C'mon, Coach, you know this is first time I've ever screwed around.

"Well, cuz, here is a slimy organ with your asshole in mind."

"Oh yeah, oh fuck, rubbing that big hooded rod across my butthole has me
ready, and shit, yeah, it's a virgin hole, I've been waiting for years for
that big hard coach cock rod to FUUCCKK,SHIT!!"

"C'mon kid, c'mon Tyler, its just the head of my dick, and a little bit,
hold on, baby."

"Coach , huh, Coach, keep hitting there, oh, yeah -oh, Coach"

"I'm in ya to the balls, kid-hang in there , I'm gonna stroke you for a
while, hitting my balls against yours until I get a serious cum.


After chewing on both of Tyler's titnubs, until they were numbnubs, Coach
started to ease his snake out of Tyler's slimy butthole, dragging his cock
until just the thickened head remained,stuck in the the boycunt.

Coach Ferguson plowed his horny cock in and out, despite Tyler's
semi-concious state, and finally pulled out that slimy longhorn and came
off with his left hand, all over Tyler's rosy cheeks.

Coach let the warm waters run down on Tyler,sluicing away the cum, laying
across his athlete, knowing that there would never be a more perfect ass, a
more supple set of cheeks, a more clinging anal tunnel, a downright better
fuck.

But Coach had a bunch more teams coming his way, and shit, Hey, Coach, I'm
almost there, but I stll got some serious shit i gotta ask you about- let
me wipe off some of this cum and we'll get started Tyler was getting ready
to fuck the Coach's ass. And the he still had some questions.