Date: Sun, 22 May 2022 13:06:53 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Coach Takedown

Coach Takedown
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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The following was inspired by Mike, aka Slim & Thick. Thanks for the
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COACH TAKEDOWN
by Bill Drake


Coach Henley would often tell me I had the biggest set of balls in
Colorado, for having the guts to pursue older men like I did.

But my secret weapon was my wild sense of humor. I could say something
outrageous with a flash of my dimpled, goofy-jock smile and men would take
it as a joke. Shit like, "You got a real fine, meaty butt, Coach." Or
"really showing it off in those sweats today, Coach." Or "When you gonna
let me tap that ass of yours, Coach?" Coach would laugh along, like it was
our private joke. He'd even try to joke back.

Till one day after my assfucking comments got cruder, he stopped and looked
at me. "Dang, Bennett, you're serious aren't you?"

I didn't back down, but stood in front of him in a square stance, hands on
the hips of my wrestling singlet, my chest puffed out some. "Sure am,
Coach," I said in a low voice, with complete sincerity. "If you ever let me
take a go at that ass, I'd be the happiest dude on Earth."

That caught the man off guard. His handsome, 42-year-old masculine face was
like a deer in the headlights. "That wouldn't be appropriate, Mike," he
said, using my first name in a rare occasion.

I let him off the hook, for the moment. "I get it, Coach," I said in my
most can-do voice. "Not trying to get you in trouble or anything. It's
just... you tell us to go for it on the mat, like it's our last bout.
Well... I went for it."

I saw a pained expression on his face, and maybe he thought I was twisting
the lessons he taught us. But it was back to business, Henley went back to
coaching me in evading an opponent's grip, something I'd been having
trouble with in recent matches.

After that day, I eased off. At least with the words. My eye contact let
Coach H know I was still very much interested and still very obsessed with
his ass. And the man didn't try to hide that magnificent daddy rump. If
anything the sweats he wore to practice molded around those round, thick
dad cakes even more lewdly. I figured none of my teammates were into dudes
like I was, but how they didn't turn gay for Henley's ex-wrestler ass is a
mystery I'll never figure out.

So I would stare and Coach would glower when he caught me, but he never
called me out or anything. If he did, I wouldn't have stopped looking
anyway. If the man wasn't gonna bend over for me, I sure as hell was gonna
store up as many visual memories for my JO sessions later.

It was Henley who made the next move. After practice, I was starting to
leave when he barked my name. "Bennett!... Got a second?"

"Sure, Coach," I said, stepping into his office.

He looked up at me, nervous but with a grin that said something was on his
mind. "You know that issue we were talking about the other day... why don't
you come by my place some time and we can talk through it."

It took me a second to realize what he was talking about but once I did I
had the biggest smile the man had probably ever seen. "Oh yeah, glad
to... any time."

"You free this evening? Maybe around 8?"

"I'll be there, Coach."

***

I was on cloud fucking nine all afternoon and all through dinner. Trying to
make polite small talk with my parents and then assuring them I had my
homework done before heading over to Coach's. He'd had the team over for an
end of season pool party the last couple of years, so I knew well where his
place was.

Good thing, too, because I could barely concentrate on anything other than
my erection the whole drive over. For all my bluster and all my vivid
fantasy life and all the stories I'd read about young jocks topping some
older daddy, I was just 18 and pretty inexperienced. I'd had my dick sucked
in the mall bathroom by some married daddy once, but had never fucked a
guy. I was gonna tonight.

Coach had a dreamy, almost relaxed expression on his face as he greeted me
at the door. I had never thought about why Henley was a bachelor, it just
seemed part of his gruff-guy persona. But he was half naked now, wearing
just those sweatpants I'd jacked off to thinking about for the last year or
two, and his bare chest was thick and muscled and covered with a hell of a
lot of soft brown hair. For a man in his 40s, he still kept in great shape
and for all of his hefty middle-aged build, his belly was flat, not a
dadbod.

"Come in, Mike," he said in a normal dude voice, not his normal coach style
bark. "This stays between us, right?"

"Oh yeah, Coach. I swear."

That seemed to be all the assurance he needed because once he shut the door
he stepped up to me and kissed me. Fuck, this was gonna be an epic
night. Better than that bathroom BJ, for sure. I kissed him right back,
first following Coach's lead, then taking the initiative with the tongue
work. The man seemed to like that, and he had a big smile on his face when
he finally pulled back. "Let's take it to the bedroom, buddy."

I nodded, a smirk on my face, then followed Henley back down the hall. His
back was just magnificent bared for me. Broad shoulders balancing the meaty
lats and a pure wall of rippled daddy muscle in between. But the prize was
that booty. Wrestlers have great asses and middle-aged ex-wrestlers have
even better ones. Henley had one of the best I'd ever seen, just round and
sculpted with just the right amount of give. The only other one I'd seen
that was close was Principal Connors, an ex-wrestler himself.

As we stepped into his bedroom, Coach pushed down on the waistband of those
sweats and I saw that amazing ass naked for my gaze. The round buns were
covered in the same soft fur as his front, the hair getting thicker deeper
into his crack. As he kicked off the leg of his sweats, the cleft parted
just a bit with the contaction of the gluteal muscle.

"Damn, Coach," I hissed just before I peeled off my Aurora High long-sleeve
T. "I've jerked off so much dreaming about that ass, but it's even hotter
in person."

The compliment was just the right thing to say. Henley turned around, his
just-under-six-inch tool sticking up like a spike, his furry balls clinging
to it. A smile was on his face, encouraging and complicit. "Anything you've
been dreaming of doing to it, Bennett?"

I nodded, playing up the horny jock role. "Fuck yeah, sir. Eating it out,
playing with it some..." I said, recounting the porn-fueled fantasies I'd
developed in great detail. Maybe Coach H wouldn't be up for all of it, but
I was going for it. Putting it all out there. "... fucking it."

I sensed Henley was real into the idea, all of it. But he also seemed
apprehensive as his eyes swept up and down my half-naked form. "I get the
feeling you're pretty hung, Mikey," he said, putting on a playful tone.

It's true. I have a long dick, thick too, that looks out of proportion to
my 5'9" body. "Have a look, Coach," I teased then pulled off my sweats and
compression briefs.

Coach honest to god whistled as he saw my prick spring out and rise up from
my crotch. "Damn, buddy... promise you'll go easy on your coach."

My heart pounded. "Scouts honor, sir," I said, kicking off my underwear and
standing in front of him full on naked and erect now, feeding off the
realization I was about to fuck this authority figure and daddy
extraordinaire. "Honest, Henley," I growled, taking the liberty of calling
him by his last name, like he did with me. "Getting in your ass is such a
dream, I'll fuck you however the hell you want." Normally, the guys on the
team didn't curse with Coach. He could say hell, fuck, shit, damnit all he
wanted as he chewed us out, but if we so much whispered a swear word we
were running laps.

Things were different now. Henley gave me a friendly smirk and stepped up
to me. I could feel the heat from his muscle-DILF coach bod seconds before
our dicks made contact. "Think you can take it slow, Bennett? Like in
practice... working on your patience."

I chuckled and as I ran my hand up the swell of his bare lets my cock
spurted out a sprtiz of precum. God, this was gonna be so good. "You'll see
so much game focus, Henley," I replied, pressing my hard crotch into his.

We kissed. And I surprised Coach by going at it real soft. So fucking soft
the dude actually moaned like a wounded animal. It was then that I knew how
bad Henley wanted this, wanted it almost as much as I did. We made out,
feeding off each other's lust, getting deeper into the kiss before pulling
back to the soft approach, then more sexual again. Like a roller coaster,
getting higher with each ascent. His hands were now on my lean wrestler
jock body, feeling up every inch he could get a hold off.

"You're such a hot fucker, Mike," he growled into my half open mouth. "I
tried to my hands off you."

"I like them on me, Coach," I growled, now licking up the side of his
corded neck. I'd like to think I had a plan for how to top my first daddy
ass, but instead I just rode along a wave of teen-jock horniness and male
instinct, copying some of the moves I'd seen in porn videos. I didn't even
know if I'd like licking ass. I knew it turned me on to watch in porn, but
I guess you never know until face to face with the real thing.

But as I got face to face with Henley's ass, watching the man spread his
legs and pull him back to his chest, splaying out his hairy hole for me, I
felt a primal rush and just started eating his ass. I was hooked and it
took me a minute to realize maybe I should vary it up.

Finally, it took some willpower to pull off, but the view of that spit wet
pucker, hairs matted down, was incredible. Coach handed me some lube and I
fingered him, this time taking some instruction from him on when tio add
another digit. In between I'd lube my cock up, too, not daring to touch it
more than necessary. All the while, I went super slow, making sure Henley's
hole was good and relaxed.

"I wanna fuck you, Coach," I hissed as I looked up in excitement to his
face.

He nodded. "It's been a while, kid," he said. "Remember your promise."

"Yes, sir," I replied getting up into place and lining my dick up. I could
see why Coach was admonishing to take it easy. I was so turned on and it
would have been easy to just shove up into him. Instead, I nestled into the
slick indentation of his man pucker and applied the most gradual of
pressure.

I finally popped in and let out a loud, "Fuck!" Coach's insides were vice
tight and oven hot and I never felt more alive or turned on.

I worried I'd hurt Coach but he seemed to concentrate on something and
pretty soon I felt his ass relax some. The guts unclenched and my dick just
pushed in. Not fast, but uninterrupted, until I was balls deep.

"Oh damn, Mikey, you're a big boy," he hissed, clearly turned on but
feeling a certain intensity.

"Yes, sir, Coach," I replied, now running my hands along his outer thighs,
coaxing him to relax into the fuck.

I took the initiative this time, sensing when the clenching around my cock
grew less intense and less frequent. Slowly, I started pumping his
ass. Several inches of jock dick with each stroke. It drove Henley wild.

"God yeah, stud, fuck me... fuck your Coach."

His words encouraged me to pick up speed and go a little harder. I figured
he could tell me to ease up if I went too far. "Feels so fucking good,
Henley..."

I don't know what possessed me to address him in a familiar way like that
but it brought a knowing smile to his face. "You like taking me down a peg,
dontya?" he laughed.

I nodded, feeling caught. "Yeah, pretty much." My dick was now working in
and out of his hole at a steady clip. I was having my first fuck and
enjoying the hell out of it.

Henley's authoritative bark returned. "Just remember I still call the shots
outside of the bedroom, hear?"

"Yeah, Coach," I replied. Then feeling the pleasure in my cock, which was
rising steady but not too quickly, I added, "It's not gonna take much for
me to cum..."

Henley was stroking his own tool but released it and looked up at
me. "Wanna try a different position, first?" he asked.

I nodded. I liked missionary and the ability to see Henley's face as I
dicked him, to see his furry hunky ex-wrestler body, but it was an
understatement to say I was curious about other ways to have sex too.

I eased out of the man's furry hole and watched as he maneuvered himself on
to all fours. I'd fantasized about doggy position, a lot, but Henley's
backside was going to make this the fuck of all fucks, I decided. Meaty,
furry globes jutted out from a defined back and knotted hamstrings. An ass
like Coach's should be illegal.

I gave him a second to settle in place, then fisted my cock once and lined
it up to his asshole again. The entry was easy and it was off to the
races. I fucked up into this hot daddy of a coach, excited and eager. But
the angle was a little low, so I pulled out, hoisted his ass up and entered
him again. The angle jabbed something in Coach, cause he yelled "oh fuck!"
and his just pushed me out. Strong internal muscles expelled my dick, which
cleared his reddened ring.

I was concerned for a second. "You OK, Coach?" I asked.

His face was beet red as he flipped over. "Yeah, I just came like a
motherfucker that's all," he swore. Sure enough, the sheets were soaked
with streaks of fresh cum.

I needed to get off now, bad, so I jerked my cock rapidly, taking in all of
his hot body below me. Jets of my own seed fired out all over him.

"Aw yeah, Bennett... shoot that load... Fuck!" Coach wasn't just buttering
me up. He was genuinely impressed with my load.

We kissed for a minute after that and Henley asked if I wanted to shower
off. He joined me in the shower and I loved every minute of the afterglow,
soaping up Coach's meaty body and feeling his hands on mine.

"Remember, no one can find out about this, Mike. And when we're not
fucking, I'm your Coach," he said.

"You're my Coach when I'm fucking you, too," I smirked. "That's what makes
it so hot."

Henley smiled. I knew he was feeling the same forbidden fruit thing on his
end. Making it with one of his wrestlers.

"All right," he smirked. "We'll find a way to do this, a lot if you
want. We just gotta be careful."

***

It was a few days later before I fucked Henley again. We'd played it normal
at school, and I worried we were being too distant with one another. But no
one noticed a thing out of the blue.

Coach lived on his own. I was the one who'd have a hard time getting
away. But come Wednesday I'd told my folks I was going over to my buddy
Kevin's to study. I'd barely gotten into my car when I called Coach.

"Hey, Bennett," he answered. His normal Coach voice, but I sensed there was
some anticipation, too.

"Hey Coach," I greeted. "I have an hour or so if you're free." I'd have to
go over to Kevin's at some point.

"Yeah, I'm free Mike. Come on over. Just park on the street over and come
in by the back."

"Got it. See you soon Coach."

Henley greeted me with just a towel wrapped around his waist. There's
something incredible about an ex-wrestler body and it was impressive how
rippled Henley's still was.

But his attention seemed on me as I slipped inside and shut the sliding
glass door. "You're such a handsome young man, Mikey," he said softly,
stepping up to me for a soft kiss. It was a gentler approach than I
expected. Or maybe I was just in horny 18-year-old mode and didn't know how
to take it slow.

I was learning, though, responding to Coach's kiss as my hand traveled up
his bare sides gently. When we broke my heart was pounding a hundred beats
a minute. "God, that's hot," I hissed.

Coach smiled. "I didn't have the guts to ask you last time, but was that
your first...?"

I nodded. "Yeah, it was."

The man seemed a little embarrassed. "You seemed to know what you were
doing... I wasn't sure."

Never tell a top that. Particularly a young State Champ wrestler. My ego
was already pretty big.

I smirked at him. "I just feel bad I didn't get to see how you are at
blowjobs, Henley."

Coach shot me a "be careful" look but crouched right there in the kitchen
and started undoing my jeans. I'd gone without underwear and my erection
plopped right out. Coach hissed and felt it up a second before pulling me
toward his lips.

I'd later learn that Henley wasn't the best cocksucker in the world, at
least compared to a real expert, but he was fine at it and to me it was all
incredible. The soft lapping of his tongue, the gentle suction, the
slupring sounds. The sight of his thinning hair, flecked with gray. I stood
and leaned back a bit and enjoyed it all. I'd experienced head before but
the fact that it was Henley doing the honors gave me an extra thrill.

I didn't want to cum this way, though, so I tapped his shoulder to urge him
off.

He held my spit-wet cock, eyes taking in my size. "You gonna fuck me with
this bad boy again, Bennett?"

"You know I am, Coach," I said.

Henley let out a sexy growl and stood up. "Follow me," he barked and once
again we were making our way back to his master bedroom. He took off the
towel, and I saw his magnificent nakedness once again. As I stripped, he
was already getting out the lube and then getting on the bed, his hard tool
sticking up from his fur.

We connected skin to skin, dick to dick. It was as hot as before, or nearly
so. We made out some and like before, I ate Coach out, fingered him, then
pushed my cock inside him.

It had been only a few days since last time and his ass accepted me more
readily this time. Before, Henley had held his legs back, but this time he
rested them on my shoulders as I pumped him.

"Fuck, I missed this," he said, like it had been months since our last
fuck.

"You're so hot, Coach," I growled, getting up in him deeper, with more
deliberate strokes now.

His eyes were wide as he looked up at me in lust. "Can't believe you made a
play for me, Bennett. Big goddamn set of balls on ya..."

I smiled. "Those balls are against your ass, Henley," I growled, holding my
cock deep in him for a few seconds to fully possess him.

"FUCK!" he growled. "That feels nice, buddy."

I pulled back finally and resumed fucking. I was getting more and more
turned on and felt Coach's lust rising too.

Finally, I asked him. "Getting close, Coach?"

He nodded. "Pretty much.... feel like nailing me doggy again, Mikey? That
drove me wild last time."

"Hell yeah," I said and even more adroitly than last time, we were
repositioning, Henley on all fours, me covering close behind in my kneeling
position. Only this time, I raised those hips high, and entered him.

"Fuck yes!" Henley barked. I was thrusting hard and hitting his p-spot
directly. Hammering his pleasure button. It took about six strokes and once
more Coach's ass was pushing me out. I didn't let him, though. Gripping his
hips, I fucked through the clenching of his guts and was rewarded with the
most intense feeling in my life. Like a sex-toy machine milking my hard
dick with pulsing, rhythmic contractions. As I fucked Coach manically,
sending more cum out of his balls, I gave it up, too, big time. I hadn't
nutted inside Henley last time, but he was getting good and sauced now.

I finally extracted myself and lay down next to Henley to make sure he
OK. The sheets were absolutely soaked as he turned on his side. "Jesus,
stud. That was like a whole goddamn minute of rolling orgasm. Second time
out, huh?"

"Yeah, Henley," I said proudly. "No way was I pulling out this time. I had
to feel what it was like to breed you."

He looked at me a little wistfully, like maybe he'd created a
Frankenstein's monster. Only, maybe he was more concerned with the monster
I'd unleashed in him. "I'm being greedy, Mike," he said.

"Whaddya mean?" I asked.

He gave me a lusty smirk. "I'm just imagining what it would be like to go
all night with you."

I thought I was satisfied, but his words made my dick fill out into a new
erection. "You'd be able to take that Coach?" I asked. I was definitely
surprised by the suggestion.

"I'd give it the college try," he answered. "I haven't cum like that, in
well, forever."

I looked at the clock. "I gotta go now, Coach, or I'd fuck you again now."

He nodded and eased off the bed. "I'm just getting a little out of
control." Then looking down at the bed, he said, "Christ I'm gonna have to
wash the sheets aren't I?"

I chuckled. "They're pretty fucking soaked, Coach." Already I was pulling
my jeans on again and picking up my shirt.

I enjoyed this part of the sex too, the regular guy banter with Coach after
the act. Easing back to our normal roles with each other, but also sharing
a new intimacy. I made sure I had everything, and Coach walked me back to
the sliding door.

"There's this app, Bennett," he said at last. "If you think you can
download it without it being a problem, it's safer to message that way." He
gave me the name of it and his handle.

That made sense, and I knew I'd be using it from here on out.

I got the sense Henley wasn't in this for romance so I actually gave him a
fist bump when we parted. I walked back to the car and knew I had to wipe
the cocky look off my face or Kevin would know something was up.

Fortunately precalc is pretty much a boner killer, so I was back to normal
as Kevin and I worked on our assignment. We weren't dumb jocks, but we were
both solid B students with parents who wanted us to be solid A students,
and both of us sucked at math. We worked on our problem set and shot the
breeze for a while, and by 10 I left.

Back home I downloaded the app Coach mentioned and shot him a message.

"Too bad you couldn't go a second time, Mikey," Henley wrote after a few
back and forths.

"Damn Henley. Would have loved that." Then, "You have such a hot fucking
ass."

I got a smiley face in return then. "Away game is next week. An
overnighter. Gonna assign you to be stuck in my room."

"That you said we had to be careful." I was half teasing him, but I was
concerned for real. I didn't want this good thing to end, for any reason.

"Just this once and we'll be good, Bennett."

"Can't wait, Coach."

Henley didn't write any more and I guess there wasn't too much more to
say. I'd get an all-night session boning Coach and hopefully learn a couple
more of his triggers. I stripped down for bed and pulled down my briefs
too. And slowly I worked my cock with my hand, reliving in vivid detail the
evening's fuck.

With an impish smile, I got an idea. I picked up my phone again and took a
picture of my still firm dick and the spray of cum all over my ripped jock
belly. I figured the messaging app was private, so I fired it Coach's way.

It was few minutes later when I got a message in return. That glorious,
firm hairy belly of Henley's coated with his own seed.

"Sleep tight, Mikey," was all he wrote.