Date: Mon, 7 Dec 2020 16:44:30 -0800
From: William RS <wrsjrm@gmail.com>
Subject: Coach Mike

Please donate to NIFTY. Please know the actions of the adult in the
following writing are not recommended because we all know laws were written
to protect young teen boys from acting on their very real sexual desires.
We all know boys, like I was, would never seduce an adult they love,
sexually, into doing something illegal.

Coach Mike

I still remember my first boyhood hard-ons as well as messing around with
the mostly same age boys in my neighborhood in an upscale suburb east of
Seattle. But it was my first sexual experience with somebody other than
friends of my age that I will write about here. In fact, that experience
with an older young man was a major part of my "path of sexual discovery."

I had what I called `sexy boners' starting in 6th grade. I was often turned
on to ads of boys modelling underwear and swimwear. These always turned me
on more than the ads for women's bras and undies! I was becoming a pretty
horny prepubescent boy

A neighbor boy named Rick and I soon became real good friends. We had
lockers next to each other. He had just moved to the Seattle area with his
family from Houston, Texas. We were together a lot after school.

One day he asked me if I wanted to come over to his house and watch TV. I
said, `sure,' so we went over and I met his parents. His parents had a real
heavy Texas accent, but they were nice. We went up to his room and he
turned on the TV. We got to talking about our soccer coach. He had really
pushed us hard that afternoon. I asked him if he noticed the girls that
hung around the coach.  I figured I'd play the straight macho guy. He
looked up at me and said the girls were 'ok.'

"Ok?" I asked, "Haven't you seen Dianna? Her tits are huge, and you can see
the outline of her hard nipples." I made a joke saying they looked like
little cocks under her top.

Again he said she was 'ok.' At the time, I was somewhat clueless as to what
would be my ultimate sexuality, so I was confused by Rick being so
dismissive of what, to most my other friends, were really hot girls.

Out of the blue, he then asked me if I had ever seen porno books. Well, now
I was getting interested! I told him a little safe fib to conceal the fact
I liked to see little almost naked boy undie ads, which would have been a
bad thing to admit to most of my classmates.

"Sure, I look at Playboys all the time."

He sighed and told me that he did not have any Playboys, and the ones he
had he was sure I wouldn't like. I asked him why not, and Rick shyly told
me the few magazines in his possession had nothing but naked guys in them.

Now it made sense! He was just like me; he liked to look at nude guys! I
told him that if that was all he had, then I would take a look, not trying
to show my hand and sound too excited. When he pulled out his secret pile
of worn magazines, I could tell that he looked at them frequently. The
edges were bent, and some of the pages were stuck together. He told me that
when he had moved out here that the binding glue had stuck them
together. I'm thinking, 'like sure, every boy knows how sticky dried cum
is.' As he handed me a magazine, I could tell he had a favorite. We looked
through the pictures. One man was naked with a large but mostly flaccid
cock. Rick exclaimed that the guy did not have a normal cock head, just a
shaft. Sure enough, the cock in the worn magazine appeared to have an
'abnormal' tip. The skin of its shaft just tapered at the tip to a little
pucker.

Needless to say my young cock was becoming aroused with this talk! I got
embarrassed and told Rick that I had to be getting home. I carried my gym
bag in front of my crotch so he and his parents wouldn't notice my still
raging erection.

Once home, I told my parents I was going to take a nap, which wasn't all
that unusual. I then locked myself in my room and stripped naked on my
bed. I noticed my ball-sack was very tight from the cold air as it held and
squeezed my tender balls up against the base of my erection, which gave me
a real urge to relieve myself which emanated from my balls, penis, and all
about my groin area. I noticed my cock was also oozing pre-cum like a
fountain, more so than usual. It didn't take long before I was able to
masturbate a load where the first shot was so forceful, it almost hit the
ceiling. All this as I had my eyes closed and imagined doing this with
'underwear boys', Rick, and the guys in his magazines all watching me in
awe and amazement. I felt fulfilled as the man I was becoming. As I was
coming out of my post orgasm bliss, my mom knocked on my door for dinner.

So, my first real sexual experience where I shared an orgasm with another
person was with the younger 20s adult coach of my junior high soccer
team. I tried out for and made the team easily. That got me out of
afternoon classes and onto the soccer field in the spring afternoons. On my
first practice day the coach had us doing conditioning laps, laps, and more
laps, while he walked around in tight fitting soccer shorts and windbreaker
sports jacket. He had recently graduated from college where he lettered in
soccer and he now played with a local semi-professional soccer team. He was
tan, blond, and it looked like he worked out with weights as he had
hairless abs when he took his shirt off. He was an instructional assistant
at my school and quite a few of the junior high girls wanted to hang around
him between classes when he was seen in the hallway corridors. I kept an
eye on him, also.

I liked what I saw below his belt line when we were in the locker room
showering after practices. His name was Mr. Payne, but we called him 'Coach
Mike.' He almost always had a noticeable bulge in his shorts as he watched
us showering from behind the glass window of the locker room office.

My teammates also wore soccer shorts a size too small that got notice from
some of the girls, too, as they would occasionally point at any boy who was
unfortunate to get a spontaneous erection, which happened to all of us
horny teens every so often. Seeing this looked pretty good to me, as well.

The end of the season saw our last practice before the regional
playoffs. At practice, our coach demanded the best of us and really had us
working hard and focused on our teamwork and skills. As practice finished
up, Coach Mike called me back over to him as he collected the loose soccer
balls scattered around the field. He wanted to go over practicing the
taking of penalty kicks with me, which would be important should our
playoff game end in a tie. I had missed scoring on an almost sure goal
while taking my last penalty kick in a game a couple weeks back. My buddy
Rick said he'd see me later and left with the rest of the team for the
showers.

Coach Mike came up and stood next to me and gave me some helpful coaching
points. While doing so, he 'innocently' placed one hand on my shoulder. As
he talked, the hand actually started rubbing and massaging my shoulder. I
started finding it hard to concentrate on anything he said as my brains
descended to my penis and balls!

Coach Mike placed several balls in front of me and then stood in the goal,
playing a goalkeeper, while I practiced taking several kicks. I was also
stealing peeks at coach's crotch. Yeah, what a bulge he was sporting! One
of my kicks hit him squarely in the groin. After a quick timeout to gain
his manhood's composure, his bulge was even more noticeable with a wet
spot, to boot! After a while, he came out to me and had me close my eyes to
visualize my kicks. As I was doing this, I thought I felt his hand run over
my ass. Could it be? Knowing I was aware of his closeness, he told me to
relax as he gently gripped my shoulders from behind and started to massage
them.

My god, this felt good! His body was right at my backside. Then I felt
it. Something was poking me in on my lower backside. He must have noticed
as he pulled back to avoid any confrontation I might have mounted at that
point. In truth, I wanted to get closer to his cock. He came to my side and
as he did I reached in front of him and let my hand brush up the inside of
his thigh. I then quickly and, as innocently as I could, traced my
forefinger upwards and over his bulging shorts. He brushed my hand away but
smiled and said,

"Go hit the showers and take a long one so your muscles won't be sore for
the game, tomorrow."

Now, how was I going to hide the tent of my boner in my own shorts? It took
every effort to get my arousal to subside, as I headed to the locker room
where the last of my teammates were dressing and headed home for the day.

Safe at last! I peeled off my shorts and let my re-hardening penis free of
its confinements in the now empty showers. Oh, that felt so good. I
lathered up, and really lathered up my dick. Yes, I was jacking off in the
school showers! I heard the door to the locker room open and close, and I
could hear Coach Mike calling out to me to see if I was still there. I
answered back with a crack in my voice. He walked over to the wall that
separated the lockers from the showers and started talking to me about what
a strong goal shooting kick and great stamina I had for a soccer player. I
purposely turned my back to him, and had stopped stroking my cock, but it
wouldn't go soft. Then Coach Mike uttered that he needed a shower, also, as
his body was sweaty after practice from the warm spring sunshine of May. He
stripped to nothing and walked right in under the shower head next to
mine. I had to keep myself from staring at his beautiful man size semi-hard
cock as I was still unsure of my own feelings that I was experiencing
towards him. He lathered up and kept talking to me.

"Do you have a girlfriend yet?" he asked.

"No, but the ones that hang around with you and the team are hot."

Who am I kidding? I really wasn't interested in the girls that were
attracted to him. His probing continued.

"I really like tits. Do you like tits?"

I was not sure as to how to respond, but I blurted out, "The bigger the
better." Crap, what a liar I am as I thought as I nervously laughed his
question off. I didn't know enough about girls to like anything about tits.

Coach Mike then asked his boldest question yet, "Have you ever tasted a
pussy?"

I was totally floored and answered a resounding, "GOD NO."

Having passed his testing the waters with me, he put his hand on my
shoulder, looked right in my eyes, and asked, "Well, since the girls were
not at the field today, why do you have such a big hard-on?"

Oh god, he had seen it. I felt my cock throb and grow even harder.

He then offered, "Maybe it's because you haven't jacked off for a while."

Before I could answer, I knew he was getting closer to the truth when he
added, "Or, is it from looking at my crotch?"

How did he know? I thought I had been careful at avoiding being caught
looking down there. I was speechless. He walked over to me, turned me
around, and brushed his hand along the length of my erection!

"Does that feel as good as when you did it to me through my shorts, up on
the field?"

I couldn't answer. I look down at his cock and looked for the first time at
a big set of man size balls! They hung a good two inches from the base of
his cock in a reddened sack that was somewhat hidden by pubic hair that was
darker blond than that on his head. But then there was his still soft
cock. I couldn't see the glans tip! Coach Mike noticed my concern about his
cock.

"You know our cocks are different?"

Coach Mike filled me in as he told me that he had a natural kind of cock
that all boys are born with. He explained that I, also, had been born like
this but many boys in the United States are circumcised. He gently pointed
to the scar on the shaft of my erection. I honestly had never given much
thought to why the scar was there, previously. It was just a mark on my
penis that ringed the middle of my shaft. He proceeded to pull what he
called his 'foreskin' back, revealing a cockhead that was smooth, shiny and
much more reddish than my dull, wrinkled, unprotected, and circumcised
cockhead.

Coach Mike then told me that he could do special things with his 'skin to
make a guy feel real good. My hand had instinctively begun a slow stroke on
my penis. As we both stood there naked, he stood next to me and took my
rock hard cock in his hand and took over stroking!! He did it better than
me! What happened next I'll never forget. He moved right up to me, he put
the head of his cock against mine, and slid foreskin right over mine! I
almost shot my load right then. He began stroking us both wrapped in his
'skin. As he did so, he told me all about foreskins and docking. Then,
looking into my eyes as if to know whether he should go further, he began
to tell me about sucking cock.

"Coach, I'm going to shoot any second!"

He stopped stroking and let our dicks fall apart. Coach Mike then got on
his knees!! He went to my backside and licked my asshole. He returned to my
front and took my balls into his mouth and sucked and licked. God, I was
close. He took my dick and let me watch as inch by inch he slid my
15-year-old boner into his throat. He quickened his pace and stuck a finger
up my ass. He sensed I was closing in my climax and he stopped.

He looked down and smiled at my begging hard-on. Coach Mike took hold of my
wet and hard cock and led me over to his office. He opened his office
locker and pulled out a white jar. He told me that this was lube and it was
used when fucking ass! He took a gob in his hand and reached between his
legs and lubed up his ass as I watched. My cock started dripping a stringy
bead of pre-cum that slowly oozed to the office floor.

I was ready for my first ass! The coach bent over the desk and pulled me
closer to him. He wiggled his ass at me! My cock was so hard that I went in
balls deep on my first stroke. He squeezed his ass muscles tight and
started to milk my cock! At the rate he was pumping back against me I knew
I would cum soon. As my breathing got faster, the coach pulled off my cock,
kneeled in front of me as he opened his mouth. As I shot off, he caught my
load in his mouth. I thought he was going to swallow it, but he pointed to
his hard dick and then to my mouth. I knew what he wanted me to do, and was
down and sucking before his next breath. He fucked my face and throat with
vigor! I felt his ball-sack tighten as its testicles pulled up to the base
of his cock and he then shot his load into my young mouth! He quickly
pulled me up and met my mouth with his. I felt his tongue on my lips and I
opened my mouth. Two fresh loads of our sperm mixed together as we both
swallowed what we could. As we broke our kiss, sperm ran down our chins to
which we rubbed into our skin.

Coach Mike would give me private lessons at a local park near his house
where we ended up sucking and fucking, after practice, in all summer
long. Oh, and Rick? I ended up teaching my friend how to do the same.

If you enjoyed this story, I would love to read your comments, especially
if you wish to hear about the first time with Rick. My email is:
wrsjrm@gmail.com

All I can say is thanks Coach Mike!!!!

Author's comment: This writing is a fictionalized writing of a loving crush
I developed with my junior high soccer coach. In truth, we both noticed, at
times, we had erections that were very noticeable in our shorts, and he
exhibited a great deal of affection and patience towards me. Coach Mike
answered my questions about sex honestly during many talks we had and, was
a mentor to me, to which I am grateful all these years. Although he could
have, Coach Mike never crossed the line of doing anything illegal with me,
although I wished he had which is why I wrote this.

Peace.

Will S.  wrsjrm@gmail.com