Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2003 15:30:04 +0000
From: wadewright@att.net
Subject: A Wrestler, a Basketball Star, and a Couple of Coaches

	  A Wrestler, a Basketball Star, and a Couple of Coaches

			      By Wade Wright

	Having dialed the number, Jimmy waited for an answer on the other
end.  "Hi, Coach Jimmy?  Hey, Coach this is Shawn.  Hey Coach, my right leg
is still really, really bothering me a lot, and I was just wondering if
there is anyway that after I get done at the library tonight about 9:30, if
maybe you and I could meet in the athletics club room and have you give it
a good deep oil rub treatment so that it is OK for the game tomorrow
afternoon.  Yea, if 9:30 is OK with you.  Since Susan and I are going to be
working on our project, I'll make sure I leave the library in time to meet
you at 9:30.  Hey, thanks Coach.  See you then."
	Coach Jimmy was the basketball coach for the State University and
was probably about 43 or 44 years old, married, father of two girls, tall
like all basketball coaches are expected to be, about 6'3" and weighted in
at about 190.  Nice covering of soft brown hair, not only on his head, but
completely covering his chest also.
	"Hey Coach Johnson?"  Skippy asked as the phone was answered.
"Coach, this is Skippy.  I just got a call that the guy that was supposed
to give me the body treatment tonight is not going to be there, so I
thought I'd see if maybe you could come down and rub me down.  I was really
looking forward to getting a good body rub after that match I had earlier
today.  Yea, I've got a committee meeting with the University student
planning group, and that is supposed to be over by, and before 9:30, so if
we can meet at the club room at 9:30 I really would appreciate it.
Thanks!"
	Coach Johnson was a single guy, about 36 or 37 years old, and this
was his first year as wrestling coach at State University.  Built like any
wrestler should be.  Right at about 5'11 or even maybe an even, 6 footer.
Muscles and muscles!  6 pack stomach! Weighs in right at 215 pounds.  Great
looking black flat top, and if all of the hair on his chest could stand out
straight, he would have a great flat 'front chest' too.  He had been
wrestling coach at Mid-State U before his move over to the State
University.  Skippy had been his star wrestler at Mid-State, and when the
coach got the new job, Skippy made a transfer.
	Laying on the bed with Shawn, Skippy said. "OK, man!  This is
great. This is going to be so much fun!  We are finally going to really get
it on!"
	Shawn's reply,--- "Oh shit man!  I hope like hell we are not doing
the wrong thing here!  God, I don't want either one of us regretting this.
You know man, once it gets started, there ain't no turning back.  I just
hope we are doing the right thing.  I sure don't want to mess up our
friendships over this!"
	"Oh , hell, man.  We are doing what we know needs to be done.  You
know damn well we are.  How long have we been wanting to do this?"  Skippy
asked Shawn.  "Shut the hell up and put that dick of yours up in my ass
before I decide it is going to be my dick up in your ass!"
	As Shawn had been told to do, he mounted Skippy and started his
dick up the butt end of Skippy.  "How's that feeling buddy?"  Shawn asked
his fuck mate, Skippy.  "Oh shit man!  It feels damn good.  I guess I was
really needing this.  Everything sure feels a whole lot better now, that
you've got that damn thing up in me, than I thought it would.  Is your dick
still getting bigger, man.  It feels awfully damn big up in me."
	"No it ain't getting no bigger.  It quit growing quite a number of
years ago, and when I found out that maybe I was going to get to slam it up
in your ass today, it got hard immediately, and has been that way ever
since.  Once it's hard, it's just hard.  It don't get no bigger.  I've
known guys that keep getting a bigger and bigger hard-on as they fuck
around, but mine don't do that.  I just have to refer to mine as a, 'one
size fits all'."
	Skippy was getting a good fucking, and Shawn was really giving it
to him!  "Hey Shawn," Skippy attempted to say between the slammings on his
ass, "After you do me, can I mount you?  I need to pay you back for all the
good deep down inside feelings that you are giving to me, and beside, when
you get done up there, I'm going to need a place where I can drop my load,
too! "
	"Hell yes, man!  You don't think I'm going through all this work on
your ass only to get up and go home without getting my ass rammed do you?
Shit yes man, you are going to fuck me, and you had better fuck me damn
good!"
	   Shawn did his thing on, and in, Skippy, and in his exhaustion,
he flopped on the bed and Skippy crawled up onto his ass.  Grabbing some
grease for Shawn's ass, Skippy smeared it on and in, and mounted him
firmly.
	"God!"  Skippy said.  "I love horse back riding and the feel you
get when you jump up in the saddle of a good strong horse.  Right now I
feel like I've just mounted myself a good raging bucking bronco.  Let's go
for a ride!  I'm going to ride your ass like it has never been rode
before."
	"Fuck man!"  Shawn said back.  "Is that only one cowboy up there on
my back?  Shit man!  From the way you are riding me and my butt hole, it
feels like you have got the whole damned infantry up there with you.  Don't
tear my ass all up, I need it for later stuff, you know!"
	"Yea, I know," Skippy responded as he started to drop his load
inside of Shawn in about three strong squirts."
	"Oh man!"  Shawn moaned. "Oh man! Getting your ass fucked feels so
damn good!  Damn, Skippy,--thanks man!  That felt so damn good to me!  I've
got to do that more often!  Hey, let's do that again, real soon, OK?"
	As Skippy dismounted his man, he replied. "Yea we will, and anyway
that is what I sure have planned for us.  I've got to get out of here and
get some stuff done so that I am not running behind getting everything done
today.
	Skippy took a quick shower in the dorm shower room, redressed and
headed out.  Shawn, did likewise and as he was headed out the door, he
asked.  "Hey, 9:30 the athletic club room, right?"
	"Right you are and make damn sure you are not late getting
there. In-fact, get there a little earlier.  I'll meet you there, like
maybe 9:20, OK?"
	"Got it man, will see you then!"
	Shawn got to the athletic club hallway area just about 2 minutes
before Skippy came down the stairs.
	"Hey man!"  Shawn again said.  "I sure do hope we are doing the
right thing here."
	"Hell yes, we are man!  Don't fret so much!.  Now, whichever coach
shows up first, he'll be the one to unlock the room, and we will just act
like, oh,--- well the other coach is expected too, so 'his guy', whichever,
will just go on in and wait for him.  You or me, whichever. OK?"
	"Yea, got it!"
	Coach Johnson arrived almost immediately after the two student
athletes arrived.
	"Hi Coach", Skippy greeted as he approached.
	"Hi guys!" Coach Johnson replied.  Uhh-Skippy, I didn't know it
would be more than just you and I."
	"Well, I didn't either until I got here."  Skippy lied!  "This is
Shawn, and he and Coach Jimmy are supposed to meet down here tonight too, I
guess.  So anyway, when I found that out, when he got here, I told him that
you and I were meeting here too.  So anyway, uhhh maybe we, you and I, will
do a lighter body treatment than usual.  OK?"
	"Uhhh, yea.  I guess we will, won't we."  Coach Johnson rather
lowly said.  "Well, come on in guys, I'm sure Coach Jimmy will be here
shortly.  What time are you meeting Coach Jimmy, Shawn?
	"Uhhh, like 9:30" Shawn replied.
	"Oh, so both of you guys got here kind of early then, right?"  He
asked as he looked at Skippy."
	"Yea, I guess both of us did get here kind of early didn't we
Shawn?"  Skippy asked." Coach Jimmy is supposed to give Skippy an oil
treatment on his sore leg, so I kind of guess we are both in here for some
body treatments.  Right Skippy?"
	"Uhhhh--yes."  Skippy kind of replied.
	With that statement, both students started to remove their clothing
and both young men ended up in nothing except State University,
personalized, jock straps.
	Each man climbed up on a treatment table and took the prone
position.  Bare butts in the air.  Only two small straps down from the
waist and disappearing under the crotch of each hot young man.  Coach
Johnson, admired both butts, and without letting it show, smiled inside, if
not outside.
	As he was doing so, Coach Jimmy walked in and was quite surprised
at the additional, unexpected, individuals that were in the room.
Everybody said 'Hi', and Coach Jimmy was introduced to Skippy.  The
situation was "explained" to Coach Jimmy.  His response was a rather
disappointed sounding, OK."
	Skippy spoke, asking, "Hey Coach, when you came in, did the door
lock behind you?"
	Coach Jimmy replied, "Yea, it did, why?"
	"Well!"  Replied Skippy.  Because neither Shawn nor I need any
treatments tonight, ---this has all been a set up.  We know that you and
coach Johnson are interested in the same things, but we also know that
neither one of you know it, about the other guy!  So it is time for the
students to teach the faculty something."
	"Coach Jimmy," Shawn said, "You and I have been fucking around
together ever since I first came to school here, and Coach Johnson,
--Skippy transferred here just so that you and he could continue your
fucking and sucking sessions, together.  When we found out that the other
guy was fucking and sucking a different coach, we decided that before we
both graduate and leave town, that we needed to get you two active,--
together, so that neither one of you are left high and dry when we are
gone!  Pants off men!  This is a "coach meets coach" session, and a session
just a little different than most."
	As Shawn was making his last statement of what was happening, he
and Skippy were removing their University jock straps.
	 Coach Jimmy looked at the two athletic students and kind of just
shook his head, a little.  Just kind of in shock, but with a slight grin on
his face.
	Coach Johnson, looked at Coach Jimmy and said, "Hot Damn!  Shit
man, life don't get no better than this.  Thank you men!  I've been
wondering if there was any way I could get him, and men, you have just done
it for me!  Coach Jimmy, are you with me on this?  I think these two guys
showed a lot of balls in pulling off what they did tonight.  I am damn glad
we can have students that can show that much balls!"
	As Coach Jimmy started to reply back to Coach Johnson, he started,
then he paused.  "You know men.  Once or twice in a man's life something
happens that is so damn unexpected and so damn good that you just want to
shout it from the bell tower.  Thanks to you two,-- tonight is one of those
nights!  Young men, I sure in the hell do wish I had you both in some
academic classes so that I could give you both an 'A' without making you do
any studying for it.  Thank you men!"
	Then looking at Shawn, as he removed his shirt and started removing
his pants, he continued.  "Shawn, fucking with you, and getting fucked by
you has been great.  But young man, never in the world did I ever imagine
that fucking around with you would give me such a great pay off!  I've been
wanting to grab Coach Johnson's hot looking basket and his tight firm ass,
ever since I met him, and I've had to slap my fingers more than once to
keep from doing it, and now I get to do more to him than, just grab!"
	"Men, it is fuck, fuck, fuck time!  Young men---I am so damn proud
of you!"