Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2011 16:15:53 -0700 (PDT) From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR Subject: Discovering Uncle Tip Chapter 9: Coach Stennick This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. The sexuality of all characters is entirely a figment of the author's imagination. For those of you that are NOT of legal age, please find other material to read. If you are offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving at this time. This story may contain scenes of a graphic nature between a father and his sons, or under age boys and adult males, which may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. 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And, hell, nothing said I had to be completely straight... completely gay, or even completely bi-sexual. I could just be young, curious, and try it all. If it dropped in my lap, why get all crazy trying to figure it out. Dad met me at the barn as I rode in having just settled it all in my mind. When I climbed down, I couldn't help noticing the serious look on his face. Uh oh, was he worried about last night? Regretting it? "Son, uhmm, about last night..." I interrupted quickly. I needed to nip this in the bud. For one, I loved my dad...he really was my best friend, big brother, and father rolled into one. I hated seeing the distress on his face, especially because it was over me. On top of that, I hoped something like last night would happen again. With Uncle Lloyd, Brandt, and Dax it'd been fun, surprising, and hot. With Dad, though, there'd been something more. It was like my feelings and our being close were important to him through it all. It made the sexy part feel like an extension of the rest of our relationship. "Dad," I went up and hugged him, "man, last night really meant a lot t' me." I looked up a bit into his eyes and continued after taking a step back, "I have so many questions, I have had for a while. But, I never felt like I could ask anyone." "Hell," I looked down and kicked a rock, hoping I was taking the right approach as I looked back up at him, "I'd've been terrified to ask anyone about the things you brought up. Plus, you showing me what some of it's all about...showing me things about myself that...well, wow!..just, I mean, blew my mind. The fact that you could set aside being 'Dad' for a bit and be a big brother instead....it...it....well, it just makes me love even more than I already did. Which you know is already a ton!" I hugged him again as his arms slowly came around to hug me back. Then, he pulled away and held me at arm's length, "So, you're okay with it all?" "Yeah, more than! Now, don't start turnin' into an ol' fogey on me!" I punched him in the arm as I laughed. A huge shy grin crossed his face as he looked down at his boots and then back up at me. "Okay, son, seems like I worried m' fool head off over nuthin.' So, seriously, if you got anything you wanna know or discuss... I'll stay sober n' not git s' nervous next time." I laughed again, "I don't think so. If you see me comin' at you with whiskey on the rocks in my hand, you'll KNOW I got somethin' t' ask you about! Now, how 'bout givin' me a hand the saddle while I get the bridle so I can get this mare fed?" We bumped shoulders n' hips, chuckling at each other as we worked. I knew things were okay for sure on the way back to the house. Halfway there, Dad said, "Oh son, look out!" and then smacked me on the back of the head. "Well, I warned ya..." he chuckled looking up at the sky matter of factly and throwing an arm across my shoulders. Yeah, everything was just fine again! Wednesday, when Coach Stennick asked me if I'd be interested in working for the school in my spare time, I was all for it. He said there was a lot of work to be done as the money in our little school system was so tight. I was more than happy to help out and get paid, too! Plus, I liked Coach....everyone did. Even though he was the girls' coach, he was always a big supporter of everything. His wife, Linda, was always there beside him. She'd been my eighth grade English teacher, and I'd had quite a crush on her at the time. She looked like model for tennis clothes with her perfect figure, pretty face, and full blond hair. My mom would say she'd be great to hate if she hadn't been such a sweet person on top of it all. The other coaches at school either wore slacks or baggy jeans. Coach Stennick was always in coach-shorts, a school-emblemed polo pull-over, and school ball cap. He was taller than average, but only about 6'1,' but wide. Even his head was wide. Broad tanned forehead, cheekbones, and jaw...mile-wide smile and hair falling into his eyes from his neat, schoolboy haircut...big light-brown eyes lined with long dark lashes...he was so good- looking, he was almost pretty. The mature baseball-star physique and "aw shucks" personality kept him good-ol' boy handsome, though. You just didn't think about it much, because he was always so extra nice and friendly. One of the first things on the agenda was replacing nuts and bolts on the pull-out bleachers in the gym. Coach had asked the janitor to do it, but they still stuck and caught like there were a lot missing. Once we crawled under there, we found out he was right. With a wrench and socket wrench, he crawled in ahead of me. Scooting on my back under the framing with a bag of bolts in one hand and a bag of nuts in the other, I ended up at his belly to give his arms room to work without being in his way. Every time I looked down to grab another nut and bolt, I couldn't help running my gaze across the mound between his legs. In those tight stretchy shorts, they creased in deeply on each side of his groin where his legs met his torso and that mound pushed them significantly down from the base of his crotch. I was also struck by his muscular and furry bared legs as well as his huge, bright white tennis shoes! They looked like he must've had to special-order them. Coach wasn't as tall as Uncle Tip, and Uncle Tip had huge feet...but, Stennick's sneakers looked like white sportscars on each foot. The tanned hairy ankles disappearing inside without socks was somehow also damned sexy to me. I'd never noticed anyone else in shoes without socks, so it seemed kind of like he was partially undressed right in front of me. The next time he motioned for another pair of nuts and bolts with those big hands and thick long fingers, it occurred to me that Coach Stennick was as sexy as he was handsome. Between his boyishly handsome face and that athletically muscular physique, it was no wonder he snagged such a beautiful wife! As his body scooted and worked, I tried to discern what was under that sizable hill between his solid thighs. Those pale gray football shorts gave nothing away except that there was a substantial set of equipment compacted underneath. With a wife like Linda Stennick, I was pretty sure sure he was one man that never gave a thought to other men. It didn't matter to me, though, I could still look. Inhaling the warm humid scent of clean sweat mixed with a day-old splash of Brut aftershave, I did just that...and, a lot of it! After we were done, we put the tools away in the maintenance closet in the locker room. "Y' did good t'day, Joey! Would'a taken me twice the time without your help," he said kicking off his tennis shoes balancing with one hand on a locker door. "Thanks, coach, it was cool gettin' all through and pushin' the bleachers back in smoothly instead of havin' shove and muscle 'em back in." I answered with satisfaction. "Yeah, it feels good t' step back n' look at what'cha just accomplished." he said as he peeled his coach-shorts down his legs. When he straightened, his jock stretched down from under the bottom of his shirt. It looked like an oversized banana dragging that pouch down toward the floor. Through the mesh, I could see the pale flesh of it and the shadow outlining the width of Coach Stennick's male pride. It definitely explained the tremendous mound in his shorts. I finally looked back up as he stood there distractedly fumbling with folding his shorts and looking at me with a rather questioning look on his face. "Uhm, I'm gonna hit the shower," he said, his voice just a little quieter than before. "I'm gonna head home, I still have t' bring in and feed the horses before I clean up," I responded, trying to judge the quizzical look on his face. Suddenly, the expression broke and his face brightened into his usual lopsided grin. "Well, same time tomorrow, then!" he grabbed my shoulder as he walked past me. His square hairless ass flexing as he walked away, accented above by the bottom of his shirt and underneath by where the fur on his thighs ceased to grow. The next day after school, we worked on the lockers...taking the doors off, replacing hinges, and straightening out bends in the metal. Though we left the outer door open for air circulation, it wasn't long before it became hot and stuffy inside the locker room. "Phew, hot in here, huh?" Coach Stennick asked wiping sweat from his brow. "Yeah, don't we have a fan, though?" I asked. "Sure do, broken one...another thing t' look at soon." he said pulling his shirt over his head and wiping it over his face, chest, and belly. He didn't have an eight-pack like Dad, and he wasn't all beefy like Uncle Tip. Just solid mature muscle with a tight and slightly rounded belly. What fascinated me, though, was the hair on his upper body. His chest, belly, upper arms, and shoulders seemed baby-smooth. His forearms and the backs of his hands, though, were carpeted in curling light-brown hair. His back, too, had wide patches on either side of his spine that grew to a few inches below his shoulders and an inch above the waistband of those tight double-knit shorts. We finished and put the tools away, me putting the the last toolbox into the closet. When I turned, he was pulling his last foot out of his shorts and standing there in just his jock. What a sight he was! "Gonna hit the shower," he said, reaching one hand behind his head to scratch his back just below his neck. With the other, he reached down to that overstretched jock pouch to scratch his balls. The movement of his fingers caused that long fat tube of flesh between his legs to bounce back and forth under the mesh. When I finally broke my stare and looked back up, the expres- sion on his face was so blank it almost seem blank on purpose. Except for the hint of tension, there was just no expression at all. For some reason, it made me hesitate before answering. "Well, I got the horses t' tend to again. Mom does it Fridays through Sundays in case I have a game or something t' do. But, during the week, it's my job." I said, explaining too much in my nervousness. "Okay, son, see y' tomorrow." I trotted out of there as fast as I could when he hooked his thumbs in his jock's waistband. I don't know why, but my face got hot and I'd suddenly gotten the feeling that I HAD to leave fast. The next day was straightening the weight room. It wasn't much of a weight room, small and poorly stocked, but kids always left everything strewn on the floors instead of back on their racks. Coach was in white football shorts and a tanktop that looked like it'd been shrunk in the laundry too many times...not quite meeting the waist of his shorts and leaving a strip of flesh constantly exposed. Not only that, but it was obvious he'd skippped his jock today. Inside, his balls rolled visibly like two confined lemons unsure of where to go and his cock draped lazily down one thigh as if it was relaxing sleepily as we worked. It became torture, trying not to get caught staring though I constantly was...my own dick swelling uncomfortably inside my gym shorts and jock. It was bent downward so painfully after a while, I readjusted so it was angled toward my waistband. Soon, though, it slipped out the side of the pouch and into horizontal freedom across the front of my hips. Next, he informed me we had to replace the basketball hoops before the girls' game he was coaching that night. We grabbed the parts and ladder, and headed out into the gym. Once there, he climbed up with the tools and passed the old parts down as he removed them. I put them on the floor and handed him the replacement parts as we worked. To keep him from bending and losing his balance, I moved a couple steps up the ladder. This placed my face just below his crotch and right at that meaty cock outlined down the leg of his shorts. As he worked, I could swear his cock was getting fatter and longer...pushing farther down his thigh. I began moving my head toward it, wanting to press my face or mouth against it...wanting to "accidentally" "bump" into it. Each time I did, ' though, he found a way to pull his crotch back away from me. It was as if he knew what I was doing and was trying to keep me from putting us both in an uncomfortable position. When we finished and moved to the opposite hoop, it looked like he was fully hard, though! And when he climbed up the ladder and turned to lean his butt against it. he moved one foot up another couple of rungs. That pushed his cock farther down the leg of his shorts till the plump head slipped out. I almost couldn't breathe as my eyes glazed over and my mouth went dry! Helmet-shaped and deep pink, it laid inside the curling hair of his leg making me drool with desire to slip my lips over it. Whenever he'd ask me for another bolt or the net, I'd lean in to try to brush my mouth or nose over it. But, again, he'd pull his crotch back as if to say, "no, not gonna happen." The signals were so mixed, it was driving me crazy. Before I knew it, his crotch moved forward toward my face making me think he was finally going give in. Instead, he said, "Joey. Joey! I said, we're all done. But, I can't climb down till you do." "Oh, sorry coach, I must've not have been payin' attention." "S'alright, let's get all this put away. I've gotta get ready for the game that starts here in a couple hours." We put everything away in the closet again, coach heading for his office afterward. I was a bit light-headed from all the sexual tension raging with all my teenage hormones fired up at once and just stood there a few minutes before putting one foot up on a bench to untie my shoelaces. Suddenly, a pair of hairy muscled legs in tight white shorts appeared in my vision as I looked down. I looked up just enough to see the fat hard cock straining down one leg and two huge beefy hands unlacing the ties at the waist. I released my shoestrings unconsciously, letting them fall to the sides of the bench, as I watched Coach Stennick peel his shorts halfway down the length of his cock. I stared, waiting for the rest as one of his big mitts let go and moved to the back of my head. Slowly but firmly, he pulled my face forward till my nose was buried in the forest of musky hair surrounding the base of his cock and balls. I just stayed there, inhaling, getting drunk off the scent of his crotch. Soon, my lips parted and I exhaled over his meat as my mouth slid onto the base of his cock. He shuddered and arched forward as he lowered his shorts farther. He guided my face down his length, my lips and tongue sucking and slurping at his hard wide cock along the way. He stroked his meat with my face and mouth till his cock was flexing repeatedly under the wet attention. His hand left the back of my head and his sturdy slab of coach- cock jerked free as he shucked his shorts to the floor. He planted his feet widely after stepping out of his shorts, balls hanging low and heavy between his thighs...weighing down the hair sack encasing them. Both his hands slid through my hair as he pulled my mouth onto the long thick nine-inch club jutting in front of him. I attacked it, wild with pent up need and desire. Somehow, not expecting that this man would ever stray from his wife and definitely with another guy...had made me want him even more. And now that I was in fact "getting him," I wanted to do everything I could to please him explosively" "Just take it slow," he rasped, "get it good and wet all over first." What, did he think his was the first cock in my mouth. "I know this is new for you," he said quietly, pushing more of his fat cock in my mouth, "but I think deep down inside, you want this." Shoot! He DID think this was my first time! "Run your tongue all over the head," he told me, pulling out so that was all that was left inside my mouth. I swirled my tongue and suctioned like there was no tomorrow while he groaned in appreciation. "God," he exhaled, pushing his cock back into my mouth to the back of my throat. When I relaxed my throat open and let him slide down inside, he inhaled sharply and ground out, "Oh god, Joey...jesus, you're a natural!" I clamped my throat down, massaging the thick slab of meat buried inside. Sliding my tongue back and forth across the underside at the base, I milked his heavy man-meat with the muscles of my throat. With a long, drawn-out groan...he pulled out and began sliding his cock in and out of my mouth and throat. On each stroke, he sank his cock past my mouth until my nose was jammed into his crotch. His speed picked up until spit was running down my chin and and dripping from his balls. The wet smacking sound filling the room as he repeatedly invaded my throat and his balls slapped into my chin on each insistent stroke. "Ohhh god..." he whispered shakily, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh god..." He pulled out and reached for his cock, but I grabbed his hips and pulled myself back onto his flexing cock. "NO, JOEY, I'M GONNA CUM!" I hummed loudly, "Ummm humm!" around his cock and sucked even harder, jamming his cock down my throat. His hands flew to the back of my head, "AAAAGGGHHH!!!" He held his flexing cock in my throat for just a second before pulling out to just the head. "Don't swallow. DON'T SWALLOW!" he demanded as his cum flooded my mouth. I nodded and moaned, "Uhhmm humm!" again as jet after jet of tangy salty syrup filled my mouth. "No...no...you little fucker!" he almost begged, "Don't swallow, don't you fuckin' DARE swallow!!" I gave in and kept milking the thick slime from his cock until it stopped jerking and my cheeks bulged with the slippery mess from his balls trapped inside. He pulled out, grabbed his shorts in one hand, grabbed my upper arm in the other, and pulled me to off the bench where I'd been kneeling on one knee. After he got me on my feet, he propelled me through the locker room and into his office shutting the door and locking it as he all but threw me inside. Ending up at the edge of his desk, I watched as he turned around. Hot...sexy...his muscled physique glistening with sweat...FUCK, he was a wet dream in person. Sweat-wet hair plastered into his wide surprised and heated eyes, cock turned to steel stabbing the air in front of him like a meaty weapon. He crossed to me and stared into my own eyes as his hands clasped my shoulders. His eyes flicked from one eye to another in rapid question before he reached down and pulled my t-shirt over my head. "Don't swallow..." he repeated, stopping to stare into my eyes again...in that moment, though only a couple inches taller, seeming to tower over me. His big hands slipped around my waist to the small of my back, the scent of Brut and sweat pouring over me off his chest. He yanked my shorts down, and turned me to face his desk as he straightened back up. He then bent me over it as cool air hit my exposed butthole, my asscheeks spreading with the change in position. "Oh fuck...ohhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck...." I heard from behind me as I felt thick fingers glide across my crack, paying special attention to the tight pucker of my hole. Both of his meaty hands grabbed an asscheek and squeezed demandingly as his cock slid up the length of my sweaty crack. The solid thickness of it forching my cheeks apart. Something about that feeling, the feel of a man's cock..so thick and sturdy that it forced my body to submit to it, to comply with its demands...made something deep inside me catch fire and smolder down in the core of my belly and balls. A big brawny hand appeared under my chin. "Let it out," Coach Stennich ordered impatiently. After I pushed and milked most of his load into his hand, I felt it applied generously to my asshole and sensed Coach coating his cock with the thick ball-juice I'd held in my mouth for so long. Next, his hands gripped both sides of my hips as I felt the blunt head of his cock nudging against my asshole. "I'm gonna try n' go slow, Joey," he rasped out, breathing hard again. "Just try to push back against me, and tell me if I'm hurting you." He coached me, still thinking I'd never been with a man before. "Okay," I said quietly. It'd been a while, and I was glad he was going to take it slow with his big hefty meat. "Open for me...open for me..." he said as he began pushing forward. The pressure of his fat cock against my little butthole already making me squirm with desire, I tried to open up and let him slide in. It wasn't as easy as I thought, though. As soon as I relaxed a little, I felt myself being stretched severely to accomodate his impressive width and clamped back down. I wanted it. Good fuckin' god, I wanted it! But, damn it, I didn't know if I could take it!! After several repetitions of this, suddenly he forced harder and slipped in. My back arched and my head snapped back as my asshole clamped back down just behind the broad invading head of his fuck-pole. Fire climbed up my spine as a groan escaped my chest, and that dull pain I was learning was a part of taking a larger than average cock up inside me radiated through my body. "I'm sorry...sorry, Joey...just stay with me..." he leaned over me holding his cock in place just inside me. His chest met my back as one arm slipped under my chest and his other hand stroked my hair. After the pain subsided, I began pushing back to let him know I was ready...easing a little more and a little more of his swolled cock up inside me. "Oh yeah, oh yeahhhh..." slipped out of his throat, tight with tension and heat. Then, without any hint to either of us of what was coming, my ass relaxed a fraction more and his entire length slide up inside of me! "Oh, man! Oh, yeah!" it was my turn to gasp! I ground my ass back against him as my body came alive underneath his. I twisted and writhed with his weight on top of mine as the sense of being filled, stuffed, completely and to the limit with his hefty cock washed over me. I whimpered and squirmed, wordlessly begging him to fuck me. My body overrode my mind as it coaxed and urged his body to give me everything it had. Gone was Uncle Tip from my mind, gone was anyone else. I wanted this man who I'd previously thought was unattainable more than any- thing in the world. I wanted his cock filling my ass, his cum filling my belly, his sweat on my skin, the damp from his kiss against the back of my neck. I wanted to leave after this smelling the combination of his sweat and traces of his Brut aftershave, feeling my swollen asshole drooling his cum as I sat or walked...I wanted to feel the memory of his hands gripping me and his ragged breathing as me stretched my ass open. I wanted my favorite teacher's husband like I wanted nothing else in the world. He began pulling out with agonizing slowness. He had to notice me losing it underneath him with that slow sensual withdrawal, his cock seeming to stroke the walls of my ass and the tight ring of my asshole with every centimeter that set the nerve endings of my ass exploding with all- consuming heat! My fists beat down on his desk against the overwhelming sensa- tions of his long fat cock stretching my ass as he finally reached the point where only the wide head was still lodged inside me. I had to see him! I had to see us! I arched my back and turned my head over my shoulder, dis- lodging him from me. He straightened as his hands slid down my thighs to my hips. What I saw reminded me in a way of the pictures of the couple in the maga- zine my dad had shown me. My back curved and ass high in the air...Coach Stennick standing behind me, tall and brawny while completely absorbed and focused on my ass gripping his impressive cock. I watched as he pushed into me again...the muscles of his body standing out in high relief from the sexual tension engulfing him, the look of utter decadent pleasure taking over his face as he buried his formidable cock inside my teenage ass. He looked down and leaned back. Inherently, I knew what he was doing. He was looking. He was watching his cock take my asshole... he was watching on each exit, the lips of my ass dragging against his substan- tial girth. I imagined him seeing just the head of his cock dipping into my tiny asshole before he pushed it back in and stuffed that massive cock of his inch after inch back inside me. He reached down and pulled my thigh and knee up onto his desk, somehow forcing his cock even deeper as dropped his head back with a groan and bottomed out inside my wide-stretched ass. Two seconds later, his head came back down decisively with a low rumble from his throat. He pulled his cock out of me, leaving me feeling empty and alone as he pulled me up and turned me around to face him. In a split second, he pushed me back onto his desk, lifted my legs into his arms, and slammed his cock back into my ass. In this position, I felt completely in his power...completely there only for HIS pleasure. He shoved his cock back into me in one forceful stroke. My eyes shot wide open from the difference in feeling! He hit that place my dad had stroked, that place Uncle Tip had it...but, he hit it on every stroke in this position. On top of that, there was something else deep inside he kept pushing past. On every deep stroke, my body shuddered and responded heavily as he hit that first place and then punched through the second deeper place. He had my eyes rolling back in my head as he plowed his way into me over and over again. As I looked up into his handsome face, I hoped one day I might understand why he was fucking ME. This, clearly, straight man...with a beautiful and charming wife...why me? The sensations from his substantial cock driving into my ass over and over...pummeling those two mysterious parts inside me that made my eyes cross on every stroke...quickly drove those thoughts from my head. Soon, it was back to that nothing else in the world existed except his fucking massive cock pounding my ass while I looked up into his handsome boyish face! Suddenly, he bent me double...his face just inches from my own...my knees trapped on each side of my chest just as my dick was compressed between our bellies. "I wanna taste my cum, Joey," he said as his mouth descended upon my own. His tongue swept into my mouth, the sensuality of it as intense as his cock shoved up deep inside my body. He licked, sucked, and chewed at my mouth as if he was some starving bastard looking for any morsel to ease his aching hunger...slurping the remains of his load into his own mouth. He seemed drunk, three sheets to the wind with his plowing of my teenage male ass. There was a hunger in him, a confusion, that paralleled my own. He raised up and began slamming my ass as if the taste of his own cum pushed him over the edge, As the rumble began in his chest, I knew he was cumming! He bent me double and locked his lips on mine, sucking furiously, at my tongue as he spewed his heavy load against the walls of my ass. He held is substantial cock deep inside me as the cum spewing from his cock eventually waned and subsided. He pulled out with and audible "pop," and then stumbled drunkenly around his desk to fall back into his chair. Desperation and worry closed over me. I followed and dropped to my knees, taking his cum-coated cock in my mouth...looking up at him like an adoring puppy, willing to do anything to please his master. "I'm sorry," he dropped his head into one hand. "I'm sorry, Joey, I should have never done this." What? What was he saying?? "My wife..." "A student..." "Fuck...christ...what the hell have I done..." I knew I shouldn't, I knew it was wrong...but, I kept slurping the coach-cum off his mouth-filling cock. Soon, it stiffened again. Before any thoughts of regret could get the best of him, I straddled his waist and sunk his cock deep inside my ass again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and plunged my ass on and off his cock wildly, I was desperate to cum. In that moment, I didn't care about his feelings. All I cared about was his long fat cock up my boy- ass and my own dick sliding up and down as it was pressed between our bellies! I rode him like a desperate whore, clenching his substantial cock with my ass as my own neared the brink sliding up and down against his chest and belly. I felt the tingle and the cum rising in my gut and balls as the girth of his cock strangled my insides. I rode him with the frenzy of a trapped animal as he mumbled and cried into my chest. Finally, the cum erupted from my balls. It raced up my dick and spewed between us. I kept plunging my ass down deeply on his solid meat until the last of my load had spewed over his chest. I felt terrible as the sexual frenzy subsided. He hadn't wanted this, and I all but forced him on it as I looked back on the situation. I'd targeted him. Once I noticed and realized how sexy he was in his all-american good-guy way, I'd been after him like crazy without even realizing it myself. I climbed off him and slid between his thighs. I licked, tongued, and ate my own cum off his chest and belly. I didn't even notice the taste, I just wanted to clean him off. Somehow to leave him as if it had never happened. "Joey, we almost never have sex any more. She always has papers to grade or lesson plans to set up. She's beautiful, sexy, and sweet... but, she..." "Coach..." I started, but didn't know how to finish. "And, you," he said, "a student! I could lose my job, I could lose my marriage....shit, what was I thinking????" "Coach, coach...I....I....I'm not sure how things led to this. But... but...I'm not going to tell anyone! I don't understand a lot of the feelings I'm having lately," I explained, "but, I would never do anything to hurt you or Mrs. Stennick. I wanted you. I can't lie. I wanted you, and it tore me up at times thinking you didn't want me! So, what just happened between us... well, I...I'm kinda blown away! But, please understand, I would never wanna hurt anyone. Not you, or Mrs. Stennick...I just...well, I don't know that I can explain it." I don't know how it could, but somehow my erratic words seemed to sink in. "Joey, I appreciate that. I dont't think you should help me out any more, though. See... Hell... Well, I noticed you a long time back. And, because of that, I think we should pretty much "fire" you. I know you don't realize it or are trying to push it, but you're a hell of an attractive young man. Very sweet, considerate, and unaware of how your body impacts others. So, I think it's best that you and I aren't pushed into close quarters in the future." He must've seen my face fall. "You have so much ahead of you," he continued, looking down at my naked body settled snuggly between his equally naked thighs...his flaccid cock laying across my chest, "you're future is with young girls, not old married men like me." I knew it was wrong...knew I shouldn't, but I took his cock in my mouth again. Even soft, it matched my seven inches of hard dick. I slurped and sucked it into my mouth, now easier since it was less formidable. "Coach," I said, letting his fleshy snake drop from my mouth, "I I'm..." I looked up into his innocent boyish eyes. "This can't happen again," he said, dejectidly, "I'm sorry." The look on his face was so pained, I nuzzled his long thick impressive cock and heavy balls before looking back up. "Yeah," was all I could say as I stood. I unlocked the door and closed it behind me as I walked out. Four days later, though, I was called to the principals office on Tuesday. I was told Coach Stennick asked for me to come by the gym after school. I went. Just inside the door to the locker room, he spun me around to face against the wall. The left side of my face pressed into the wallboard, he unsnapped my jeans and slid them to my knees. I heard him spit just before slick fingers slid up inside my ass- crack..followed by the blunt wide head of his ass-busting cock. He thrust inside me as the sounds of the girls's basketball team practicing pressed through the door. He fucked me hard, deep, and fast...his long generous cock stretching my ass to hell and back. He came inside me with his chin bearing down on my shoulder, and his hands bruising my hips as he held me in place for the severe plowing he so desperately needed to inflict on my young ass. When he came, he came pinching my nipples while his cock was turning my insides out. I came with him, spewing my load all over the wall in front of me without either of us touching my dick. "For god's sake, Joey," he forced out over my shoulder breath- lessly, "don't come back. Please, don't come back." With that, he yanked his cock from my ass and stuffed it back in his shorts as he walked out the door and into the gym. He left me standing there, arms agains the wall...ass still throbbing from the unexpected deep-fucking he just plowed into me...my huge load slithering down the wall...my chest longing for his muscular arms to wrap around me...my whole body longing for that long fat cock swinging between his muscled thighs.