Date: Wed, 30 May 2007 20:55:17 EDT
From: HouBottTop@aol.com
Subject: Seducing Coach Williams

This is the 100% true story of the sexual liaison I initiated with a coach
during my senior year of high school.  Names have been changed to protect
privacy, but every other word is true.  The usual disclaimers apply-If you
are too young to read this then don't read it.

I grew up in a one-high-school Texas town that was all about football.
What you've seen on TV about high school football in Texas is pretty
accurate; student athletes and coaches are revered in small towns
throughout Texas.

When I was in junior high school, I heard rumors that Coach Williams at our
high school was gay.  The very thought of that gave me a raging hardon, but
since I wasn't into athletics I knew that odds were low that I would ever
even meet the guy.  But that didn't stop me from fantasizing about this
unknown coach who I'd never even seen.

Once I got to high school, I certainly kept my eye out for Coach Williams
so I could size him up for myself.  He was a very attractive,
virile-looking man of about 6 feet in height, bald head, and great
musculature.  I still had practically no chance of ever meeting him since I
did everything I could to stay away from any sort of sports.

I had to take a semester of some sort of PE in order to graduate from high
school, and I put it off for as long as I could.  Finally my senior year
approached and I enrolled in swimming.  As luck would have it, Coach
Williams coached both football and swimming, so he was our swimming
teacher.

I lived for the rare occasions when Coach Williams would join us in the
pool-usually on Fridays-for a game of water polo.  I would find some reason
to go into the locker room when he was changing so I could see his big,
thick dick.  I would talk to him as he changed, sporting a major hardon in
my swimsuit.  Coach Williams would dress quickly and go dive into the pool.
I would get into the thick of the action in the pool and wait for the
opportunity to grab Coach's cock through his swimsuit when there was a
particularly mad scramble for the ball and everyone became tangled up
together.

Our high school didn't have a swimming pool, so we took a school bus each
day to a local community center to use their pool.  Some days-usually pep
rally days-we didn't swim because we would have shortened class periods.
On those days, I would go into a room at the center and play the piano.
Occasionally Coach Williams would come into the room to talk to me.  I had
been very flirtatious with Coach at every opportunity, so when we were
alone he would always say, "You seem to know a lot about me."  I played the
coy innocent that I wasn't and asked him what he meant.  He said, "Just
tell me what you know about me."  We kept going around in circles, never
getting anywhere with each other.

One such day he asked me if I wanted to ride in his car with him back to
the high school instead of taking the bus.  I jumped at the opportunity.
We stopped by his apartment so he could change clothes.  Fool that I was, I
didn't follow him into his bedroom-though I desperately wanted to.  I was
just too scared.  But that opportunity did let me know where his apartment
was.

After that semester ended, I was no longer in swimming.  My parents were
hounding me to get a part- time job, but I was too busy with senior
activities to have any interest in that.  Finally one Saturday I agreed to
go job-hunting, and I left in my car.  I think I went to the mall for a
while, but I finally summoned the courage around 6 PM to stop by Coach's
apartment unannounced.

Coach Williams came to the door and was very surprised to see me.  I
"happened" to be in the neighborhood, I said, so I stopped by to visit.  He
had me come in and sit down while he finished watching the sports cast on
the local news.  Afterwards, we started to talk.

"You seem to know an awful lot about me, " he said while smiling
seductively at me.  Once again I played innocent.  Somehow he switched the
conversation to religion.

"What religion are you, Doug," he asked.

"Catholic," I replied.  "What religion are you?"

"Church of Christ," he replied.  "Does your religion allow you to have any
fun," he asked.

"It sure does," I replied.  "Does yours?"

"It sure does," Coach replied.

"So what is it that you think I know about you," I asked.

After a little more stalling, Coach replied, "Would it scare you if I were
gay?"

"Not at all," I replied.  "Are you?"

"Maybe a little," he smiled.  "Are you?"

"Maybe a little," I smiled back.  "Does thinking of guys get your dick
hard?"

"Yes," he replied.  "How about you?"

"Yes," I replied.  "Are you hard now?"

"Yes I am," Coach replied.  "Are you?"

"Very," I replied.

"Do you want to have sex," he asked.

"I sure do," I replied.

Coach then led me into his bedroom.  It was beginning to get dark, and I
was petrified but horny as hell.  I quickly got naked and crawled into his
bed.  I could just make out his silhouette as Coach got naked and came to
join me, turning on a lamp as he got to the bed.  He had a beautiful chest
covered in dark brown hair and a thick, long, very hard cock.

Coach took me into his arms, kissed me, and caressed my body.  I broke from
his embrace and swallowed his hard cock.  After returning the favor, Coach
turned me over, mounted me, and gently fucked me.  It was passionate and
intense.

After this encounter, I stopped by Coach's apartment once or twice more and
always left there happy.

On a really surprising note, Coach ended up in a very long-term
relationship with a guy one year older than me--the son of one of the other
coaches!  I never quite heard how it all went down, but I know that he and
the other coach remained friends.  About 15 years later I met someone who
knew the family who said that the two of them were still together.

Wherever he is now, I hope that Coach is happy.