Date: Mon, 12 May 2003 09:46:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: Swimmer-Coach - 01

Swimmer-Coach-01
By Larry (Laetuseros@aol.com)
Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)


This story contains graphic sexual acts between male teens. If you are
underage or if possession or readership of material that presents sexual
relationships between two or more members of the same sex is not to your
liking, or illegal where you reside, please pass over this story. This
story is the property of the author and may not be distributed without
written permission.

This story follows the main character of the story "My Journey," which is
posted in the Gay/Camping section of the Nifty Archives. It is based on
actual events in the author's life. Also, please read the preface before
beginning this story to better understand the story.

Please feel free to contact the author or editor with your thoughts. Both
e-mail addresses are listed above and again at the end of the story.

Swimmer and His Coach
Chapter 1

	We had just completed swim practice, and coach was sending the guys
to the locker room. Since the school opened, administration had not been
able to get things in the Natatorium settled. It was the first year the
high school had been opened and a lot of things hadn't been completed, the
pool being one of them. As a result, the new swim coach Jody Smith, had us
swimming naked because they couldn't get the required nylon swimsuits and
the filter system was still being tested.
	Classes would use the lockers to disrobe, put towels around
themselves and then take the short walk from the lockers to the pool. Once
inside the pool area, towels were placed along the walls and the swim
classes were conducted stark naked. Since it was all guys, a little bit of
joking about cock size and nice ass was common. At first a few guys even
got hardons, much to the amusement of the class and coach. After a couple
of days, things settled down and the best swimmers from each gym class were
chosen to make up the swim team.
	The new swim team had swim practice right after the last class each
day. We had just completed practice and the coach was sending the team to
the locker room. Looking at his clipboard he called out my name and my
buddy's name and told us to do some additional laps in the pool. He
corrected himself by saying my buddy would be lifeguard and I'd do the
laps. This was fine with me, as I loved to swim and had been a lifeguard at
summer camp for a few years. I proceeded to lower myself down into the pool
and start out with a nice slow paced crawl, hit the other end of the pool
and go into a backstroke, then the sidestroke, and breaststroke. My best
was the freestyle crawl and that had given me the honor of being the last
man in the relays, counted on to make up any difference with my fast
crawl. At 17, my long lanky 6' 2" body and trim shape also helped. After my
puberty growth spurt, I'd just started putting on some muscle on those
lanky bones.
	Coach came back into the pool area, told my buddy to bug out, that
he would take over the lifeguard duty and watched my practice. As I was
swimming, I felt the pool surge and then the coach was swimming next to
me. He indicated that I had practiced enough and we should go to the pool
edge and sit. He had something he wanted to talk to me about.
	I swam to the edge, lifted my body out of the water and sat
down. Coach was right after me and sat his self down next to me. I couldn't
help but take notice of his huge thighs, trim waist, and his huge cock
nested below his light brown pubic hair. I'd been secretly lusting for him
since we first were introduced. He was in his early thirties, worked out a
lot in the gym, and of course, kept trim by swimming. In a word, he was a
HOT stud. He saw me looking at his cock, smiled, and said, "It's really not
big, just zesty!" and chuckled. I smiled, a bit embarrassed. "What did you
want to discuss, coach?"
	"Well, something has come up that I think you'd be interested
in. Why don't we go into the visiting team locker room and I'll tell you
all about the deal." He got up and I did too and followed him over to the
door of the visiting team locker room. It had been locked, but was now
ajar. Coach opened it and turned on the lights. As I walked past him, he
slapped me on the ass and told me to take a seat on the nearest bench. He
turned and pulled the door closed after him, and I heard the lock click. I
straddled the bench with a leg on each side. Coach came over and facing me
sat down placing his knees outside mine. He leaned forward and placed a
hand on each thigh and was looking right into my face. Remember we both
were still starkers. His hazel eyes mesmerized me; his voice came out warm
and softly. "I just got word that you are a candidate for a free
scholarship; books, tuition, room and board at Ohio State. How do you feel
about that?"
	I stuttered and blurted out that my parents didn't have the money
to send me to college and it would be a great break for my education. Coach
reached up and put a hand behind my neck and drew my forehead to his. He
was smiling ear to ear and told me that was what he thought I might say. I
looked down and noticed his cock was stirring between those gorgeous heavy
thighs of his. We were less than a foot apart on the bench. "You want to
touch and feel it, kid?" I was startled. He took my hand in his and guided
it to his extending man meat. I marveled at the silky texture of it and how
it was growing larger as I caressed the smooth surface. "Ah, that feels
so-o-o-o good. Have you every beat another guys prick?" He reached for my
growing cock stalk and proceeded to move the foreskin back and forth over
the swelling glans. I quickly came to full erection under his talented
fingers. "Whoa, kid, you are really equipped. I haven't felt a better cock
in all my years. I bet you've made a few girls happy." I blushed
embarrassed at his remark and manipulating my cock. I had to admit it felt
real good.
	"Coach, I've never touched another guys cock! My buddies and I have
beat our meat in front of each other in the shower, but I've never done
that." He sat back on the bench, "Well, how does it feel now that you have
my prick in your fist? Son, I have a lot of things to teach you before you
go away to college. Are you willing to learn?" I quickly drew my hand back
and looking at him said, "Oh, yes, coach, if you'd teach me what I need to
know, I'd be grateful."
	Coach smiled, and leaned back on the bench. "The first thing I want
to show you is my cock. So just bend forward and put your hands on my
thighs. Now stick out your tongue and touch it to the tip of my cock. Yea,
just like that."
	 I looked at his hard uncut cock; the foreskin pulled back, veins
twisting around its surface, and the glan head swollen up to look smooth
and silky. Coach didn't have to tell me what to do, as I wanted to do it on
my own. I wanted to try out what I'd read in Playboy. My tongue lapped
upward from his tight nut sack to the tip of his prick, then swirled my
tongue around the head, opened my lips and let this cock slide into my
mouth. It was warm and completely filled my mouth cavity. I sucked on it
and let it pop out of my mouth. "Geez kid, that was great, but don't rush
it. You have to kiss the stalk and suck it, then lap all around it working
upward. Here, bend back and let me show you how to do it." I leaned back
and rested on my elbows, my now red swollen cock was standing at attention.
	Coach's hands massaged my thighs and then gripped tight as he
leaned forward. He sniffed my crotch, kissed my ball sack, lapped it and
proceeded to suction kiss my stalk. His thumb and forefinger surrounded the
base of my man meat and cupped my balls. I moaned, it felt so good and his
rough tongue lapped upward. He licked the sides, nipping occasionally to
keep me hard. Then he swirled his tongue round the swollen glans, and I
writhed in pleasure. His lips formed a pouty oval and he placed it at the
tip, his tongue teased the slit with quick taps. Then he slid my cock into
his warm buttery feeling mouth, and applied suction. His head started up
and down and I could feel his teeth graze the sides of my cock. My cock
slid in and out of his mouth. My ball sack contracted and I knew that I
would soon fill his mouth with my cum. "Coach, Coach, I'm going to cum." He
increased his head movements and sucked harder and I couldn't hold back. I
let fly with my cum and filled his mouth. He swallowed it all, and then
licked my cock clean.
	"Now that's what I want you to do to me," he said as he leaned back
on the bench. I had full access to his pulsing standing prick. I leaned
forward and braced myself with a hand on each of his muscular thighs. His
hand came up and his fingers slid into my curly locks of hair, pulling me
downward. I took a deep breath and then started to tease the tip of his
swollen smooth cockhead with my tongue. I soon was circling my tongue
around his glans and was pursing my lips to kiss it with suction kisses.
	He began telling me how great it felt and he appreciated my helping
him get his "jollies off." At that point I was dribbling excess saliva on
his now massive man meat. He urged me to take it all into my mouth, just
like he had done me. I parted my lips and let the head slide in and it
filled my mouth cavity. I started wondering if I could swallow it all. He
began forcing my head downward with his hand on my head and forced his hips
upward, and this wet cock slid deeper into my throat.
	"That's it son, take it all, take it deep into your throat and then
suck on it." He started swearing that it felt so good, so tight, so wet,
injecting "fuck" for every other word. "Your a natural born cocksucker son,
you're doing a terrific job. Keep bobbing on that fucking man meat and I'll
fill you full of testosterone cum." He came in a rush deep in my throat,
and I was pulling back so that he filled my mouth with his slippery white
cum juice. It tasted slightly salty, but sweet, and I started swallowing
and licking my lips to get what overflowed at the side of my mouth.
	I looked up at him. Coach had his eyes closed, his mouth open, and
head laid back. I moved closer to him and sucked on his right nipple and
nipped the hard tip, then licked the swirl of hair around the dark
aureole. His head came forward and mine moved up and his lips met my full
lips and tongues slipped within, and twined, and we both began moaning our
pleasure. His hands grabbed my shoulders as he more forcefully kissed
me. He broke off the kiss, and breathlessly said, "That was fucking
amazing! Maybe you have some things to show me, Stud. Let's get in the
shower and wash off the chlorine and cum. I want to soap up your body, real
bad!"
	He grabbed a couple of towels off the stack, and I followed him
into the shower room. He got a couple of the shower heads going with hot
water and had me stand in the spray as he worked up a lather in his
hands. He motioned for me to step toward him and he got behind me and
started at my shoulders, working the lather onto my deltoids and biceps,
then into my armpits and down my sides. Back to my shoulders and rubbing my
lats and back muscles into softness. He was at my waist and I felt his
thumbs separate the cheeks of my firm bubble butt. He palmed the cheeks and
then I felt a finger pushing its way into me. I raised a leg to make it
easier for him to insert his finger to the knuckle.
	I turned my head to look down at him. "Coach, I want you to fuck
me! I want you to be the first to fuck my virgin ass." He looked
stunned. He had been massaging my thighs and calves and soaping them up. He
stood up, his cock was sticking straight at me, swollen, engorged, swollen
with lust.
	"You want me, to, to, fuck your ass? I heard you right, you want me
to fuck you?" He stood looking at me. "Yeah, and I want you to do it now,
before I realize what I'm doing!" I bent over at the waist and grabbed my
ankles. I looked through my spread legs and saw my limp cock and ball sack
hanging down, then Coaches muscular calves. He gave me a slap on the ass
cheek. "Ouch, that hurt!"
	"Okay son, I'll be pleased to do it. That slap was to warm you up."
He cracked me a good one on the other cheek and then started running his
hands over the hot spots and then his middle finger thrust its way deep
into my fuck hole. He moved it in and out and from side to side. "Okay, I'm
going to insert another finger." I felt my asshole stretch and it hurt. "Go
slow Coach, that's really stretching me and it hurts a little." "Hush son,
you're going to like it. The pain goes away and it's replaced by an
exquisite feeling of pleasure." By this time he'd reached deep enough to be
rubbing my prostate gland and I'd started dribbling cum. I reached back and
rubbed the gobs of clear fluid over my cock. Coach saw this and slapped my
hand away, "I want that to lubricate my cock." I was licking my hand, as he
cupped his palm and caught the dribbles. His hands grabbed my hips, and I
felt the fat head of his cock at the door to my ass. He started shoving it
in, real slow, so that I could feel it. He'd stuffed it all into me and his
wiry pube hair tickled my ass cheeks. He let out a satisfied sigh, "Okay,
son, I'm going to start pulling out and I'm going to fuck you into
delirium. He rocked on his feet, thrusting and pulling, and I moaned with
the pleasure of his boner stroking my prostate, and the feeling of being
stretched as his swollen fuck pole pulled out. He started breathing heavy,
his thrust was harder and I was forced to brace myself to keep from being
flung forward. He let out a long moan of "Aargh" and collapsed over my
back. His hands slid under my shoulders and his hands gripped tightly as he
pulled me backward to impale me on his throbbing fuck pole. I felt the warm
flood of his cum inside me, and I think I shot my wad of cum at the same
time. It was a terrifically satisfying feeling.
	"Oh, man, that was good!" Coach straightened up, and putting one
hand on my ass cheek, he started pulling his cock out of my virgin pussy
fuck hole. He came around to my face; I was still bent over at the waist,
my hands braced on my knees. He held up his limp dick up to my lips. "Suck
it clean, mister. Use your tongue to lick it clean. Do it!" It was natural;
I slurped it into my mouth without a thought. In the shower room it had a
sharp pungent smell and I knew that I was smelling a man's essence. I
licked it clean and he stood spread legged in front of me, his hands on his
hips, hips thrust forward, head down watching my tongue clean his rod.
	He reached out and cupped my chin in his hand and raised me up. He
kissed me roughly, his tongue slid into my mouth and our saliva mixed. His
tongue tip touched my palate sending tingles upward. He slid his hands
around me and, cupping my ass cheeks, pulled me close to his body. Our
pricks rubbed together. He slid to his knees and mouthed my semi-swollen
prick, getting it hard once more. He stood, eyes sparkling, his white teeth
showing through his smile. "Now, I want you to fuck me. I want your hard
young cock stuck up my ass, all the way to the hilt and I want you to bang
me until you spurt your youthful cum deep inside my guts." He turned and
leaning with one hand on the shower wall, lifted his left leg with the
other hand. I need no instruction.
	I soaped my hard swollen aching cock, and slid it between his
exposed ass cheeks. I don't know how it happened, but my long slim 8-inch
prick slid right home on the first thrust. I was soon pumping his ass as
hard and as fast as I could. He moaned encouragement's to me, suggested how
I should thrust. I braced my hands on his shoulders and kept right on
plunging with a steady rhythm. I knew I was near as my ball sack pulled up
tight against my cock...and then that warm glowing sensation filled me and
I let out a heartfelt loud groan of ecstasy and cum filled Coach's guts. I
wrapped my arms around Coach and took several deep breaths as I held him
close, my prick still deeply bedded in his grasping ass hole.
	He stood up and I released him from my hug. He turned, my prick
slipping out of his hot orifice, and kissed me lightly. "That should keep
me satisfied till we do it again. You're one great fucker, kid. You should
go far at college with that technique. Let's finish showering and get
dressed. I've got the paperwork in the office that you need to show your
parents."
	 He looked at me, "You okay?" "Yeah, its just that I never did this
before and I'm trying to get used to it. Is it always so good?" He smiled,
"Yep, every time, sometimes even better." He grabbed me and we tussled a
bit, and we rinsed off, and then toweled each other dry. We slipped into
our clothes in the locker room and I followed him back to the coach's
office. I took note that for the first time in a long time, I was
completely relaxed.


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