Date: Sun, 28 Mar 1999 12:50:45 -0800 (PST)
From: tumbler99@yahoo.com
Subject: "Running With the Coach"

This is a story that is entirely fiction.  The characters are true and
real, but the actual events never happened.  I would gladly accept any
comments, whether they be good, bad, or neither!  My email address is
tumbler99@yahoo.com   Please email me with your thoughts on the story!


(This is not a complete continuation of "Love At Last" which I wrote
last year.  It involves the same characters, but a different set-up.  If
you haven't read "Love At Last," shame on you!  Go do it as soon as you
read this one!!  Oh, and e-mail me with your thoughts and ideas.)


Running With the Coach
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	Coach Andrews was possibly the perfect man in my mind.  He was a 29 y/o
hunk, who devoted his life to all of his kids; his two real ones, and
all of us that he taught.  He was considerate, always willing to listen
to your problems; hip, he knew what was cool today; and above all,
gorgeous!!  He had the body of a God, possibly because of his football
and track history.  He wasn't a bodybuilder by any means, but he had
muscles to die for.  He had the face of an angel, at least in my mind,
with a deep scar that he received when his mother rolled their car when
he was only 4.  That scar turned out to be one of the many things that I
loved about him.
	Although he devoted his life to his kids, he didn't teach any extremely
difficult classes: Keyboarding, Record Keeping, and Accounting.  This
didn't give me a chance to be around him as often as I could.  So, I did
the next best thing; I became his running partner.
	Because he loved to stay in shape, Andrews ran home from school
everyday.  His wife normally stayed late, helping kids with math, which
left him without a vehicle.  His route would take him by my house and
covered about 4 miles.  Because of my busy schedule, I was never free
after school, but would always seem to pass him.  At first I didn't
realize what he was doing, but then the realization dawned on me.  From
that moment on I realized I had my way into his life.  I wouldn't just
be another kid that was in his class; I would be something more special.
	With the cancellation of my cheerleading practice (which I took as a
sign from above) I walked into his room and asked if he would mind a
running partner.  He readily agreed, partly because he liked me and
partly because he knew I would be disappointed if he said no.  So, for
about a month, whenever I had a free day, I would run the 4 mile route
with him, ending at his house.  The first couple of runs were awkward. 
He didn't talk as much as he normally did, but I soon realized that he
was concentrating on his running.  Once we were done, though, he would
talk to me about different subjects: school, life, sex (yes, that
actually came up) and other things.  Nothing ever came of it, though,
for the first month.
	Cheerleading finally ended, and I started running with him everyday. 
We would always end up at his house, where I would pause to rest and get
a drink from the water hose outside, before I ran the extra mile back to
my car.  It was mid-March, in the middle of a heat wave, in which my
dream finally came true.
	I went up to his room after school, and instead of the normal mesh
shorts and t-shirt that I was accustomed to seeing him in, he had on a
tight pair of running shorts and an old, torn t-shirt.  Now, in his
normal clothes, he looked hot.  He had a big package and I loved staring
at it.  But I'd never been able to actually see anything but a bulge. 
In these shorts, nothing was hidden.  I could see the thick shaft,
resting on two big mounds, and even an outline of his head.  He looked
so incredibly hot I almost passed out from the shock of it.  He had to
have noticed my behavior, but he never let on.  We started running,
talking about this and that, and finally hit the field where we cut
across for about a mile.  Because of the heat, and because there was no
wind, I got hot very fast.  So did Andrews.  While running through the
field, I mentioned that I was burning up.  He said that once we got to
his house, he'd let me come in and get a really cold drink, and cool off
in the air conditioning.  Up to this point, I'd never actually been in
his house, and when he told me this, I was ecstatic.  After what seemed
like an eternity, we arrived at his house and headed straight for the
kitchen.  
	His house was beautiful: an old, Victorian, two-story house.  The
backyard had rows of flowers and plants and freshly cut green grass.  I
looked in awe and he just smiled, asking if I liked it.
	"Of course I do.  It's so beautiful."  I said, still staring.
	"Yeah, I did a lot of the handy-man stuff, but my wife did the
decorating."  With the mention of his wife, my heart dropped a little.
	"Oh yeah, you're wife.  Where is she anyway?  Isn't she normally home
by now?"  I took a drink of my water, letting the cold liquid slide down
my throat.
	"She actually went out of town this afternoon.  She's taking the kids
to see her folks up in Topeka."  This news, as you can imagine, made my
mind kick into hyper drive.
	"Why didn't you go with her?"  I asked, innocently.
	"And spend the weekend with the devil?  I can't stand her mother, and
she can't stand me.  But, she loves the kids and has to see them.  So,
this is my weekend off.  I get to lounge around the house and do
whatever I want."  He stretched back, making his shirt rise up, exposing
his tight abs and big package.  I couldn't help but stare.
	"And I bet you want to get that started now, huh?  I guess I'll go.  I
still have another mile before my car."  I stood up and was about to
turn to the door when I heard him say no.
	"You don't have to go yet.  This is my free weekend, but I don't want
to spend it completely alone.  Why don't you stay and talk for awhile. 
You don't really want to go out into the heat yet, do you?"
	I looked at him quizzically.  "Well, I suppose not."  I sat back down
and looked at him.  "So what do you want to talk about?"
	For the next hour or so, we talked about my college plans, my interests
and hobbies, his past, his interests and hobbies, and whatever else came
up.  Finally, we stumbled on the subject of his wife again.
	"I mean, I'm glad she's gone," he said.  "Sometimes I just need to get
away from her.  But I don't know how I'm going to handle three long
days, and nights, without her."
	"What do you mean?  You just said you were glad she's gone."  I looked
at him, stared at him, and realized how much I wanted him.
	"Well, I know you don't know much about this yet, but sometimes you get
used to having a women around all the time.  There are some things that
only she can do for you."  He stared off into his own little world, and
I swear I saw his package expand a little.
	I sat silent for awhile.  "You're right.  I don't know much about that,
but I think I know what you're talking about.  I am a teenager,
remember.  I've fantasized about more things than you could imagine, I
bet."  I laughed a little, quietly.
	"Oh, I doubt it.  I've been through everything you have, remember, and
more!  My fantasies could run circles around yours."
	"I don't know.  You're an old, married man now.  You've lost a lot of
your ability to fantasize and experiment!"  I laughed, knowing I was
jabbing him in exactly the right spot.
	"What?  I'm old now?  Please, I'm at the height of everything.  I've
old enough to have the experience, and young enough to have the looks
and the stamina."
	Throughout the whole conversation my cock was throbbing in my
wind-pants, but luckily I was behind the counter and he couldn't see. 
His cock, on the other hand, was in the perfect position for the whole
world to see.  The tight shorts he had on weren't hiding anything.  I
could see the outline of the shaft, the bulge that his big balls made,
and a little of the mushroom head.  I could also see that he was slowly
getting a hard on.
	"And as for fantasizing and experimentation, getting old had nothing to
do with it.  If anything, it helps.  I've seen so much more of life than
you have, that I probably have 10 times more things to fantasize about. 
And when you have a hot wife like mine, you experiment plenty."
	"Okay, I believe you about the fantasies; I can see your point there. 
But the experimenting?  You honestly expect me to believe that you're
allowed to go out and do whatever you want?"
	That gave him a pause, but he had a come back.  "Well, not everything. 
I mean it is hard to do some stuff when you've got a wife along with
you.  But yeah, we do a lot of things, if we're both interested in it." 
He looked up at me and smiled.  "Now look at what you've done. All this
talk has given me a woody."  And he was right.  His thick cock was about
ready to bust the tight shorts he had on, and I could see the outline of
his head under his shirt.  
	"What I did?  You're the one who brought the subject up.  I was just
offering my opinion."  I chuckled lightly, liking where this was going.
	"Maybe, but you kept pushing it.  If you wouldn't have kept talking
about fantasies and stuff, I wouldn't be in this situation now."
	"What situation?" I asked.
	He looked at me and laughed lightly.  "I'm sitting in my kitchen with
one of my students, with a throbbing hard-on, when my wife is out of
town for the weekend.  I'd actually figured that something like this
would happen, but I'd planned on being alone."
	I knew this was my moment, and I decided to take it.  "What, you mean
you've never been in a similar situation?  I thought that you were Mr.
Wild Thing, doing whatever you wanted.  You're not ashamed, are you?"  I
kept jabbing at him, hoping he'd take the bait.
	He stared at me for the longest moment, and then smiled his gorgeous
smile at me.  "Of course I'm not ashamed.  I just wasn't sure how
uncomfortable you would be.  But now I think I know."  He stood up and
slowly walked over to me.  His strong arm muscles made my heart speed
up.  His thick chest rose slowly.  His tight abs couldn't be seen
because of his shirt, but I knew they were there.  The head of his thick
cock was sticking out of his shorts but was still hidden by his shirt. 
His powerful, thick legs were covered with dark hair.  He was a god,
walking my way.  I couldn't breath.
	"Wh...wh...what do you....mean?"  I stuttered, trying to get the words
out.
	He smiled at me and whispered, "You caused this problem, so I'm going
to have you fix it."  He grabbed my hand and lowered it to his throbbing
cock.  My eyes closed and a moan escaped my lips.  "I knew you wanted
it.  I knew it."
	He picked me up as if I weighed nothing, and carried me to his bedroom.
He threw me on the bed and tore my shirt up and over my head.  He
pulled my shoes and socks off, and then stared at my half-naked body for
a second.  My strong thighs led up to my full crotch.  Above that was my
tight 6-pac, which led to my chest, which unfortunately wasn't as
developed as I'd like, but still looked good.  I looked at him, out of
breath, and smiled at him.  He tore at the rips in his shirt, tearing it
off his body, and pulled his tight running shorts down.  He was
completely nude, with his thick, cut cock sticking straight up.  He
climbed on the bed and got on his knees.  He pulled me to him and forced
his head in my mouth.  I wasn't experienced and I almost gagged, but he
kept forcing it in.  I took a deep breath and just let go.  He forced
more and more of his delicious cock into my mouth.  Soon, all 9 inches
where buried in my throat; I could smell his sweet manly scent coming
from his thick bush.  He pulled and shoved back in.  His big balls, full
of that wonderful juice that all men have, slapped the underside of my
chin.  He grabbed my head and forced himself in me.  I looked up at him,
wanting to see his expression, but he was staring at the ceiling.  I
could see the look of fierce determination on his face, but I could also
sense the ecstacy he was experiencing.  I closed my eyes again and
focused on his cock.  It was so thick, I could barely breath, but I soon
developed a rhythm and lost myself in it.
	I could hear him groaning and talking to me, but I was lost in my own
world.  I was finally in bed with the man I'd been fantasizing about for
months.  And he was fucking my face.  I was loving this more and more
every minute, when I suddenly felt something different.  His shaft felt
thicker than it had, and his balls weren't slapping my chin anymore.  I
could see they had tightened up and were closer to his body.  I knew
what was coming, but I wasn't sure if I was ready for it.  I looked up
and saw him staring down at me.  I looked into his eyes and realized
that he was waiting to see what I would do.  I took a deep breath and
felt the first blast.  
	It felt like a rocket of some sort.  It exploded down my throat but
because he was buried so deep, I didn't even taste it.  Then another
squirt followed, and a third, and a fourth.  By now he was slowly
pulling out  and I could taste what he was giving me.  It was the
sweetest, yet saltiest liquid I'd ever tasted.  It was nothing like
mine.  It was spectacular.  I tried to save some of it, to savor the
sweet taste, but he kept shooting, and my mouth started to overflow.  I
swallowed as fast as I could and finally felt him relax a little.  I
kept the last two shots in my mouth and just laid back, tasting his
sweet nectar.  I opened my eyes as I swallowed the last drop, and saw
him staring at me.
	"I've never experienced anything like that Andrews," I said.
	I could see that he was breathing hard, but he nodded his head.
"That was the most spectacular, mind-blowing orgasm I've ever had.  How in
God's name did you ever learn to do that?"  He looked at me in awe, but
with a very content smile on his face.
	"Beginner's luck?"  I laughed out loud while he stared at me in shock.
	"You mean, you've never..... you've never done that before?"  I could
tell he was shocked, and to a certain point, as was I.
	"Nope.  Never.  You're the first man I've ever been with.  First person
period."
	I could see his thick cock start to swell again at the thought of that.
 "Well, it looks like I know what I'm supposed to do this weekend."
	"What's that?" I asked.
	"Teach you everything I know.  I'm going to make a man out of you."  He
laughed at that and I joined it.
	"Well, we better start now, since you're so experienced and all!"  He
pulled me to him, and stripped off my wet shorts.  "Looks like someone
had an accident," he said.
	"If that was an accident, then I wouldn't mind having another one!"
	He turned me over on my stomach and lifted my hips up slightly.  He
buried his face in my bubble butt, and started licking around my hole. 
I was in ecstacy, feeling his strong tongue dive into my ass and lick
around the wall.  He kneaded my bubble butt with his strong hands and
drove me crazy.  Finally, he pulled away from me to reposition himself. 
Instead of his tongue, I felt a big knob of some sort, pressing into me.
 I looked back and realized what he was doing.
	"Just relax.  It might hurt for a bit, but you'll enjoy it," he said.
	"Oh, I know I will.  I've been waiting for this day for months now."
	He slowly pushed himself in.  Because I was a virgin, it was very
difficult.  It felt like he was ripping me apart, but I trusted him
completely and let myself go.  He slid inch after inch into my tight
hole.  I pushed back against him, letting out cries of pain mixed with
pleasure.  He finally took a deep breath and shoved the rest of the way
in.  I had 9 inches of thick man meat up my ass and I was loving it.  He
let me get used to it, but couldn't hold on much longer.  He pulled out
slowly and started his fuck.  He pushed in hard and pulled out quickly. 
He had a hold of my hips and was using them to get our rhythm going. 
His big balls were slapping my ass, and my throbbing cock was sticking
straight out.  I soon got into the motion of bucking my hips whenever he
would push into me and I was soon in heaven.  He reached around with him
right hand and grabbed my cock hard.  He gave me a tight squeeze,
letting me slide in and out of his hand.  I was feeling so good, that I
never wanted it to stop.  I was moaning like crazy, and remember telling
him that.
	He slowed down, placing his finger on my chin,  and tilted my head up. 
He stared me straight in the eyes and gave me his smile once again.  He
leaned into me and whispered in my ear "I can hold my second load for as
long as I need to."  He gave me a quick kiss and resumed fucking my
tight ass.  I closed my eyes again, realized how much I loved him, and
fell back into the rhythm.  For the next 20 minutes he drove his
throbbing cock in and out of my tight asshole.  We switched positions,
with me bouncing on his cock from above, with my ankles on his shoulder,
with us lying on our sides - every possible situation we could get into.
 Finally I screamed out loud as I felt the cum boiling in my balls.
	"I can't hold on any longer Andrews.  I want you to cum in my ass."  He
took a hold of my hips and drove in fiercely.  He did this 4 or 5 times
and then pushed in one finally time.  I felt the familiar rockets of cum
start to fill me.  I don't know where he hid it, but his 2nd load was
about as big as his first.  Near the 7th shot, his cum started to leak
out, lubricating his cock even more, making him slip in and out of me
very easily.  I shot my load on the sheets.  Trust me, I wanted to try
to catch it, but he was fucking me with so much power I couldn't think
of anything else.
	When he finally relaxed, he fell on the bed, lying on his side.  He
kept his softening cock in me but wrapped his arms around my chest.  I
felt him rub against he back of my head and my neck, kissing me lightly.
 
	"We're going to have a fun weekend, Matt.  I have this feeling."
	"I bet you do," I said, laughing quietly.