Date: Tue, 15 Dec 2020 14:35:51 -0800
From: William RS <wrsjrm@gmail.com>
Subject: Coach Mike 3 - Caught in the woods

Please contribute to NIFTY. The actions of the adult depicted in this story
are not recommended for legal reasons.  Best to know that the teens,
however, did wish their adult soccer coach had, indeed, been able to join
in.  Maybe this would have been possible in an alternate universe and/or
time.  Several readers asked for some RIMMING to take place, and guess
what?  Coach Mike is an avid `rimmer'.

Coach Mike 3 - Caught in the woods

Our team was in a jubilant mood at our 4-1 win over the team who had been
our main rivals that season.  At times like these it was worth all the
effort that Coach Mike put in to train us.  We knew he loved working with
us and the hard work in training would pay off with a winning season.
Coach Mike was just out of college and about 23 or 24 years-old.  He spent
most of his spare time coaching the team to the point we started to wonder
if he had a social life beyond soccer.

His efforts had paid off and we all appreciated his work and, as teammates,
we became great friends. Now we were basking in the glory of our win.  As
we left the stadium and headed back to our school, some of my teammates
were horsing around at the back of the school bus and we were singing in
high spirits.

It was late afternoon, but the May sun was still high and the weather was
warm meaning it would be a sweaty ride for the journey home.

The excitement of the match and the warmth of the afternoon sun were
getting to all of us including Coach Mike.  As usual, I could see the
telltale bulge in his briefs as he walked onto the bus.  With my good
friend, Rick, sitting next to me, I shut my eyes and began to think about
the training schedule for the next week.

---

I digress...

I thought about the time, before our shower fun, that I had gone to Coach
Mike for some physical therapy on my leg. I had walked into the coach's
locker room office which had a therapy table. I was asked to slip off my
shorts and hop up on the treatment table.  Coach Mike had a good view of my
whitey tighties I was wearing that day, and the soft outline of my genitals
were clearly visible.  Coach Mike asked me to flip over onto my stomach so
he would have access to my calf muscle and hamstrings.  He obviously
enjoyed this part of his job and, as he began massaging my smooth skin with
my light covering of 'peach fuzz' hair, I could see the familiar stirring
in his groin.  He worked his way up my thigh, not strictly necessary for
this particular treatment, but having me in my state of undress was so
tempting to Mike. With each massaging stroke, his hands moved nearer to
their goal as he slid his hands between my thighs.  I was in a state of
what I call ecstatic relaxation and I squirmed beneath his touch. Coach
Mike stopped, in a moment of self-restraint, then asked me to flip onto my
back and helped me remove my jersey.

Mind you, I was only 15 at the time. In the coolness of the locker room
office, my smooth, flat chest had two small dark brown nipples that had
mini-erections. Soon they would be joined by a third erection! The best of
my boy package was tightly packed into my minimal nylon underwear.  I was
now semi-erect, the form and shape of my teen-cock was quite clearly
visible.  I loved showing off for Coach Mike, as he examined my knee on my
injured leg.  I'm sure he wanted to go further but, instead, he told me
that my injury was well on the mend and no further treatment was necessary.
It had been the start of a friendship of trust and of fun.

---

Back to the story...

As my teammates snoozed on the bus as it headed back to our school, I
caught Coach Mike adjusting 'his plumbing', as we called it, as he had
popped a boner as he had awoken from a snooze.  It was hard to ignore how
sexy our coach was and I was infatuated with him because of this.

We returned to our school where most of my teammates had parents there
waiting to take them home.  Since Rick and I lived close to the school, we
were expected to walk the quarter mile, or so, to our houses.  The route
took us across the school parking lot where Coach Mike parked his car.
From there was a wooded area with a short cut pathway to Rick's and my
neighborhood homes.

The moment we were on the wooded path, Rick patted my rear end.

"You wanna have some fun at 'the tree'?" he asked with a randy tone.

'The tree' was a well-known hang out in the woods beyond the school parking
lot utilized by the 'naughty' boys who liked to sneak smokes and it was
also known for weekend keg parties.  When other boys weren't around and we
were certain we would have privacy, it very recently became a favorite
place for Rick and me to drop our pants and do anything from a quick
masturbation to carefully quiet blow jobs.

"I was thinking the same thing!" I eagerly responded.

So there we were in sexual bliss in the warm evening air, going at it with
low moans and occasional whispers. Little did we know we would soon have a
visitor.

We were initially oblivious to a visitor's presence, but let's just say he
could watch us undisturbed.  We must have made for a stunning sight.  Rick
and I were lying back side by side. We both had our sweat pants pulled down
to our ankles which exposed my shimmering white nylon soccer shorts. With
our eyes closed, we started out with our hands inside each other's shorts
and were feeling each other up as if this were the last time we would have
sex with each other.

I felt Rick's boner, trapped in his tight jockstrap beneath the nylon
shorts, as he lightly frisked my hard teen cock in my nylon bikini briefs
which I had deliberately slipped on after the match under my sexy shorts.
I had been hoping that the two of us would find an opportunity when we got
home for a bit of sexy fun, but I hadn't expected that this chance would
have come along so quickly. Here we were at 'the tree,'

We were enjoying ourselves far too much to be aware of what else was
happening around us. We each had one hand inside each other's shorts, our
bulges showing how much we enjoyed our stroking action, as we went about
pleasuring each other.  Our quiet moaning was interspersed with whispered
cries of pleasure and words of encouragement.

"Yeah, stroke my cock, Rick.  Oh man, that feels so good.  Slide your hand
over my pants and squeeze the head."

"Jeez, you make me feel so horny.  I spent all last night thinking of our
fun yesterday.  I had a semi-boner all through the match, thinking about it
and hoping you'd take care of it again," Rick responded.

I moved my head towards Rick's groin.

I replaced my hand with my mouth, and started gently nibbling on the mound
and licking my tongue up and down the outline of Rick's trapped cock.  Soon
our shorts were off and Rick and I had full access to each other's cocks.

"Oh yeah, suck my cock," moaned Rick.

All of a sudden...

"Hey, what's happening here?" asked Coach Mike as he made his presence
known.

"Sshh, just relax.  I'm enjoying this.  Mind if I join you?" our coach
asked.

I opened my eyes and my voice cracked, "Coach, I'm sorry," I whined, trying
to think of a brilliant excuse as to what Rick and I were doing.

"No need to apologize. I'd really like to be a part of what you're up to,
though," said Coach Mike as I noticed the usual bulge in his shorts.

"I dunno," I said, glancing at Rick whose eyes were wide open with the look
of embarrassment.

"Come on, it looks like you and Rick were having a good time playing with
each other," he said.

"Yeah."

"I thought so," answered Coach Mike. Then his tone changed and he spoke
softly, "It looks like you both are pretty turned on."

"I dunno," I said after a long pause.

"Because you're both leaking cum like a faucet," Coach Mike continued,
putting his hand on my shoulder and pointing at my cock.

Rick and I both looked down and, sure enough, pre-cum was dripping from my
cockhead. Coach moved his hand into his shorts and began to stroke his
rock-hard cock.

"Guys, I played like this with other boys when I was a teen," he
whispered. "I know exactly what you've been doing and how fun it is, okay?"

Boldly, I reached down and smeared my pre-cum across my belly.

"That's it. Wipe that cum all over yourself. Good boy. That's what I do,
too."

"Do you have pre-cum now?" I asked, trying to look for telltale signs at
the tent in Coach's shorts.

Coach Mike abruptly stood and pulled his shorts off, then lay between us in
the dried grass in our hiding spot at 'the tree'.

"Take a look, guys. Do I?"

Rick and I both got up on our elbows to look. Coach was leaking pre-cum,
also, in a steady stream that was oozing out of the pucker of his foreskin
and dripping onto his belly.

"Rub my juice in just like you did for yours," Coach Mike said in a low
whisper unlike anything I had heard before from him. "And, move a little
closer. Let's get warm together."

Rick and I both scooted close to Coach's warm hairy body, pressing our hard
dicks against his hips. He wedged his arms beneath our heads while we
smeared his pre-cum all over his hairy abs.

I held Coach's dick first, grasping the shaft beneath the head with my
hand, and he gasped and trembled. Rick leaned down and held the shaft above
Coach's balls, and together we started to jerk him.

"Oh, that's so sweet," Coach murmured. "My two soccer boys' strong hands on
my cock, that's so wonderful."

"You like to be jacked off?" Rick asked in a teasing voice.

"Yeah, Ricky, I love to be sucked, too. Have you sucked cock, yet, with
your buddy, here?"

"Coach, your cock looks different." Rick offered.  Coach quickly filled
Rick in about being uncut and he gently rolled back his foreskin to expose
his shiny purplish cockhead.

"See, when my skin is back, we're not so different," Coach said to reassure
Rick.

Instead of answering, Rick sat up, then leaned over further and took Coach
Mike's cock into his mouth. Coach closed his eyes and uttered, "Oh God!" I
watched as Rick awkwardly attempted to bob up and down on Coach's
uncircumcised shaft.

"Come here, let me suck your cock," Coach whispered to me as Ricky
continued his pleasuring of our Coach. I climbed and straddled his neck and
slid my cock between his lips. His fuzzy face brushing against my abdomen
and balls felt awesome.

As I had learned earlier, Coach Mike was such a great cocksucker. He took
my cock and balls into his mouth, but he was still able to move back and
forth without hurting my balls.  He sucked and licked me for some time. He
kept moaning `Mmmph, mmmph', every time he moved his head. His moaning made
me even hornier and I felt the beginnings of a climax.

I peeked over my shoulder to see Rick struggling to get as much of Coach's
cock in his mouth as he could. I knew that I would get to do whatever I
wanted with Coach Mike before our fun was over.

"Oh, guys, I'm getting close to cumming. Ease up, Rick! I don't want to cum
too fast,"

Coach Mike then grabbed me and set me aside, then sat up to gently move
Rick off his dick.

"Oh shit, look at my proud boner! You really got me worked up, guys."

"Coach, can it be my turn to suck you now?" I asked.

"Oh, not yet, I don't want to cum too soon. What do you guys like to do
together?"

"Um ..." Rick said, trying to think of how to put it.

"We've jacked off each other and sucked," I said, and I was rewarded with a
gleam in Coach Mike's eye.

"Have you rimmed each other, too?"

"What's that?"

"I'll show you."

Coach Mike had Ricky and me get on all fours right next to each other, and
then he knelt behind us and rubbed our butts.

"Rimming is when someone makes love to your rear," he explained.

"Oh and, by the way, I'm looking at two hot asses," Coach Mike exclaimed as
he licked his lips in preparation of the boys' sexual pleasures.

"Prepare yourselves for a real treat. I'm going to do it for you now, OK?"

Coach Mike then leaned in and licked my ass crack. First he moved his
tongue from my balls to the top of my crack and back several times, and
then he focused on my anus, whirling his tongue-tip around the edge, and
then dipping the tip into my asshole several times. I was squirming and
moaning with glee. Then he turned his attention to Rick, moaned with
pleasure as I could see a string of his thick pre-cum hanging from his
cockhead to the ground between his knees.

"Enough of this.  Let's do something else that would really turn me on."

Then Coach Mike told us to get into a 69 position. I lay on the bottom and
Rick got on top of me.

While Rick and I sucked each other Coach was sucking, licking and
tongue-fucking Rick's asshole. We switched and Coach then made love to my
asshole with his tongue.  It felt so fucking good when he was doing it to
me that I was overtaken with that overwhelming feeling one gets when an
orgasm is imminent. All I could say was 'I'm gonna cum!' and then it
overtook me.  I let loose with my load into my friend Rick's oral pussy.

The first shot went into Rick's mouth. He jerked his head back in surprise,
so the rest of it spurted and drooled out of my cock and onto my friend's
face, chin and neck. Coach stopped his rimming and had me turn to present
my spent cock to him and then gently massaged the remaining man juice out
of my cock, giving my now super-sensitive cockhead shivery fits of post
orgasmic pleasure.

"Would you now like to cum, Rick?" Coach wanted to know.

Rick lied on his back and spread his legs so Coach could have unrestricted
access to his cock. I watched for a moment, then went back and laid between
Coach Mike's legs. He spread them wide for me so I could see his whole
crotch. His ball sack protruded invitingly but what really excited me was
the fact that his ass crack was hairless. It smelled freshly cleaned,
too. I licked his dark pink hole tentatively at first, but then
enthusiastically as he reacted by squirming and thrusting his ass back at
my face.

Rick finally had his orgasm at Coach Mike's oral expertise.

Coach then asked us both to stand up. "Guys, I want you to do something for
me," he said. "I know you know what I like."

"You like gay sex," said Rick.

"And doing it with boys," I said.

"Yes, but I like women and girls too," said Coach. "When I lick a girl's
cunt, I like to get them to pee.

"You want us to pee?" Rick asked.

 "Yes," Coach pleaded. "Pee in my mouth."

 "You're gonna drink it?" I asked.

 "Yes. One at a time. Whoever needs to go first. Please."

We both stood in front of our coach.  With our semi-hard dicks poking out,
we each tried willing ourselves to pee. He knelt and stared hungrily at our
dicks while he massaged our balls and rubbed our bladders.

"Gimme that cummy teen boy piss, I need it," Coach Mike demanded.

I went first. All the straining causes a small splash of pee to shoot out
and land on Coach's cheek. He moaned and covered my cock with his mouth,
and the sudden warmth made it easier to unleash the urine. I let go slowly
at first, then full force as it became clear that Coach was an expert at
this and could handle it. He swallowed it quickly, moaning and grunting. I
could see his rock-hard cock bobbing and throbbing down below.

While I was still pissing, Rick's dick started to leak, and Coach pulled
him over right next to me and gestured for Rick to put his cock into his
mouth, also. Rick managed to slide the head in next to my shaft before he
let the pee flow. I thought for sure that Coach would spit some out but he
made sure to swallow both of our urine loads. When I finished, I stepped
back and Coach grabbed Rick's buttocks and pulled him forward so as to take
his cock and balls completely into his mouth while Rick finished peeing.

"Oh god, that was great," Coach Mike said when he finally pulled his mouth
away.

Rick and I were both hard again. "Guys, are you ready to see me shoot my
load?"

"Yeah," we both said together, eagerly.

"Show some respect for your soccer coach.  The answer is 'Yes SIR'," Coach
Mike said with a smile.

"YES SIR!" we repeated.

"Have you guys ever done this with anyone else?"

"Yes, my brother and I...," answered Rick.

"That must have been hot," Coach gushed, gripping his 24-year-old
boner. "How old is he?"

"Fourteen."

"Oh yes, he's full of teen cum, also, isn't he?"

Rick nodded.

"Do you guys want to taste my cum?"

We both nodded.

"Okay. I am going to stroke it to completion now.  Please suck me, OK? And
when it's time for me to cum, I will let you know and you can both have
some.

Deal?"

"Deal," I said as Rick nodded.

Coach Mike then spread his legs apart as far as he could. His eager cock
stood above his hairless scrotum where his adult size balls hung loosely.
Rick and I knelt eagerly before Coach's manhood, ready to receive its cummy
prize.

Coach Mike told me to go first which made me so happy. Like Rick had done
with his mouth, I tried to get as much of Coach's erection into my mouth as
I could.

After gagging a little, he withdrew his cock so Rick could share the duty
of getting him off. Coach Mike reached down and gripped the bottom of his
cock, slowly sliding the skin back and forth, while Rick took his turn
sucking.

"I'm not going to last long," Coach gasped as Rick finished and I moved
into place. He then had me wrap my mouth around his cock, with its head
engorged in its final glory.

I squealed with joy as I felt the bottom side of Coach Mike's cock pulsate
in my mouth.  The first blast hit the back of my mouth and I swallowed
eagerly. I managed to get the second and third jets of thick, creamy man
juice before he gently pushed my head aside so he could feed Rick the rest
of his seed.

"What a couple of wonderful fifteen-year-olds," Coach Mike said, kissing us
both on the lips. We kissed him back and Coach Mike proceeded to
French-kiss us.  Then, Rick and I kissed each other while Coach Mike played
with our dicks.

We thought about fucking each other in front of Coach Mike's approving eyes
but we were spent, sexually at that point.

"Guys, you best be getting home for dinner or your parents may start
worrying," Coach Mike finally said as the three of us cuddled and hugged
each other with our shorts pulled up.

"I've got to get home to my girlfriend," said a smug coach Mike.

"Too bad we can't all sleep together, some time," I said wistfully.

"Well, that's certainly something we'll need to try some time," answered
Coach Mike

This sounded wonderful to us.  Only problem was to figure out how to make
this work.

***

Ideas/suggestions for a chapter 4, comments and constructive criticisms are
all welcome.

Will S.
wrsjrm@gmail.com