Date: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 07:44:36 -0800
From: garystratford@yahoo.com
Subject: Coach's Choice

Coach's Choice

*****

Living life each day for the joy of life and all it may bring is really the
only way to enjoy life.  You never know who you may interact with on a
level that meets the needs of everyone involved.  Some people need what you
have to offer and some people provide what you need at that moment.

Try to never reject the gift as it is presented.

This story segment depicts the consensual sexual interaction between an
adult male and a teenage boy.  If you aren't supposed to be reading this
type of story, then stop.  Otherwise enjoy what you read.

Coach 'J':  Adult Male
Paul:  Teenage boy (16)
Brian:  Teenage boy [flashback from memory]
Stevie:  Teenage boy [flashback from memory - Coach 'J's younger self]

Please let me know what you think (garystratford@yahoo.com).

Oh, by the way, all of the material is Copyright protected and all rights
reserved by the Author.  Citations and quotes are referenced to their
original proclamation and trace back to their original owners.  All
characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real
persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  Then again, life
sometimes imitates art and art sometimes reflects life.


*****

Coach 'J' was checking the locker room.  The noise of the boys showering
and dressing after practice had wound down, the last of the wrestlers had
wandered out of his office after checking their weight and asking whether
or not they were completely cleared for the meet this week and the
tournament next Saturday.  He had asked one of the team captains to make a
sweep through the locker room to make sure there was no mess.  Once he
checked if there was a mess the entire team would get some added 'up-downs'
and laps.  After all, they should be responsible teens.

So far not bad, they had actually cleaned up the towels and made sure there
was no garbage strewn about.  Even though they liked to play in the showers
and over the years there had been some messes they really were good about
trying to clean up the place.  Sometimes though being teenagers they slough
their responsibilities onto others and periodically there was heck to pay
as they collectively forgot to clean up.  Today it appeared they had done a
decent job.  Coach 'J' was satisfied, it appeared they had done a decent
enough job that he would not get a nasty note from Principal Harris
relaying an admonishment and a set of complaints from the custodial staff.

Coach 'J' chuckled and was kind of irritated at the thought about the
janitors being upset they had to clean up a mess.  Sure, they had various
jobs and limited time, but hey they were being paid to do a job.  Oh well,
he always took it upon himself to check the locker room and perform any
last minute cleanup just to avoid the hassle.

He enjoyed being a wrestling coach.  He enjoyed working with the boys and
over the years he had fantasized about some of the boys.  There were times
in his career that he had seen most of them completely nude, some with
their cocks in various stages of erectness, oh boy the teen age boy was the
most sexually dynamic creature to walk the earth.  They could get erect
just because a slight wind blew by.

With his job and the type of activities involved, Coach 'J' knew full well
that like men, boys come in various sizes, shapes and emotional states.
They enter puberty at various ages and some reach their peak earlier than
others, some graduate high school with nary a hair between their legs
(naturally, not just because they shave it off), some with cocks that look
more suited to being on a sixth grader and others hung so heavily they trip
over themselves, but all boys are boys and they should all embrace the
beauty of being a boy whether they are 1 or 99+.  In all of the years of
coaching one thing Coach 'J' noted was there was no indicator on a boy's
body that pre-determined his penis and testicle size; there were boys who
had huge feet with little cocks, short skinny boys who had monster horse
dicks, and most were average.  The intriguing side of things was whether
the boy was a shower or a grower which again, was not pre-determined at any
point and only evident once the cock became erect.  All in all, nude boys
are a thing of beauty.

Some boys were shy about their bodies, even those with large cocks swinging
between their legs would sometimes choose to shower in their underwear,
something that he reminded his athletes caused more harm than good, after
all trying to clean your genitals through dirty sweaty underwear seemed to
be silly and counter productive.  Some of the boys had nubs and others had
substantial schlongs swinging freely.  The freshmen mostly tended to be the
shyest.

An average wrestling team had the best example of what it meant to be a
shower, a grower and everything in between.  Too bad we as a society
created such a situation where we caused our young people to be ashamed of
their bodies and worse we made it 'bad' for two or more boys to touch each
other in the shower, even just for fun.  We probably would have less issues
in society if we just shrugged our shoulders and said look, touch if you
want with permission, but don't be ashamed of who you are and what your
body looks like or the sizes and shapes of various things.  There would be
less hang ups for sure if the only rule was 'NO' means 'NO' without all of
the 'hey don't look at the boy standing next you at the urinal or in the
shower' type of attitude.

As an adult, Coach 'J' had, up to this day, never sampled the flesh of a
teen boy, never had he accepted the advances of one of his wrestlers, of
any other student at the school and never of any underage boy.  He had
become a teacher and the head wrestling coach because he enjoyed teaching
and wrestling, he had been a high school wrestler at a time and in a place
unfortunately when being openly gay could have gotten a boy a severe
beating and he had recalled how he as a teenager had struggled with his
sexuality and how that struggle had cost him the opportunity to enjoy the
love of the one boy, a boy one year younger than he at the time, one who
confided in him that he too was gay and strongly attracted to him.
Together they shared a brief, passionate and intimate set of sexual
encounters, but due to his conflicted emotions he was unable to accept the
love that boy, Brian, expressed and he broke both of their hearts.

Almost 30 years later here he was wandering through a locker room engrossed
in his thoughts and memories, savoring the musky smell of sweaty teenage
male bodies.  He had finished checking the last outside door to make sure
it was secure.  'Only need to lock up the office and I can go grab a bite
to eat' he thought as he turned the corner of the last aisle of lockers
heading back to his office.  As he turned the corner he was surprised to
hear and see Paul sitting in the corner on the floor, quietly sobbing with
his head in his hands.

They both noticed each other at the same moment.  Coach 'J' brought out of
his reverie and Paul out of his misery.

"Oh, Paul, you startled me!"  Coach 'J' stated as he pulled up short.

16 year old junior and one of the best varsity wrestlers, Paul looked up at
Coach 'J'.  His eyes were red.  He sighed as he rubbed his eyes.  "Sorry
about that coach.  I will leave in a moment after I wash my face."  He
stated as he started to get up.  He angled down the aisle towards the
office away from Coach 'J' and just as he took a step, Coach 'J' reached
out and grabbed hold of Paul's closest arm.

"Hold on Paul."  Coach 'J' said.

Paul stopped dead in his tracks.  The school district rules were very
explicit.  No hugging and or close body contact between a teacher or
employee and the students.  Yes, even though this makes no sense, rules are
rules.  Coach 'J' tossed caution to the wind, 'this boy needs a hug' was
all he could think.

Coach 'J' pulled Paul into a warm and actually loving embrace.  For the
briefest of seconds, Coach 'J' also felt some sort of feeling pass between
them as Paul drew himself together tightly and allowed his coach to hug him
to his big burly chest in his strong muscular arms.  Paul felt the exchange
of energy just as had Coach 'J' and he sort of melted there into the older
man's embrace.

Paul held his arms close to his own chest and pressed his head into Coach
'J's chest.  The proverbial flood gates opened.  Paul openly and steadily
wept as Coach 'J' attempted to calm him.  Paul knew he was safe in Coach
'J's arms and he let out all of his pent up emotions as he wept and sobbed.

Paul wept for several minutes and finally as Coach 'J' comforted the
teenager the sobs and tears subsided.  Coach 'J' stroked Paul's back firmly
and gently, calming him and coaxing him out of whatever misery had gripped
him.  At times it was if Paul was but a toddler being held by his loving
parent instead of this almost man standing there in his coach's arms.  Soon
Paul stopped crying, he had soaked Coach 'J's shirt.  He pulled back and
looked up at Coach 'J' with very sad eyes.

"Paul, what's got you so upset?"  Coach 'J' asked as compassionately as
possible.  Not what you would expect from a tough muscular coach.  Heck you
would probably expect a man like Coach 'J' to yell something like 'suck it
up' or 'quit your whining' or some other stern lecture indicating that
Paul's emotional outburst was something only weak people let happen.  Coach
'J' knew from experience what it was like to feel heart broken and sad.

Paul shook his head.  "Damn it Coach, I am just so confused."  He
confessed, sighed and pressed his head back into Coach 'J's chest.  He
slowly let his arms fall from where he had them scrunched up between his
chest and Coach 'J's chest and soon he was hugging his coach.

Coach 'J' was overwhelmed with the feelings now surging through his own
body and the emotions flooding in.  The intensity of the emotions and the
feeling surging through him, brought on by the embrace and the tears of
Paul along with Paul's testosterone laden scent opened a door to memories
Coach 'J' had thought were locked away permanently.  He breathed deeply as
Paul hugged him tighter.  For a brief moment in his mind Coach 'J' was his
teenage self standing in his basement hugging Brian as Brian hugged him
back.

Paul pulled back from the older man's chest and spoke again.  This combined
action pulled Coach 'J' back to the present.  He looked down at Paul's
face.  "Coach, I um, well, um, I am sorry I am such a wreck right now."
The teen stated and sighed.

"Paul, what is the problem?"  Coach 'J' asked tenderly.

Paul looked into his coach's face searching for any indication of
insincerity.  He trusted his coach, he even suspected that maybe his coach
would understand what he was going through.  He decided it was time to be
completely honest and totally trust Coach 'J' with his secret.

Paul took a big deep breath and let it out.  He swallowed.  "Coach 'J', I
am gay."  He confessed and then continued.  "Well, I am damn certain I must
be gay and I have been having a difficult time coming to terms with it."
He added.

There was a long pause.  Paul searched the face of his coach for signs of
condemnation or even for acceptance.  What he saw was more of a stunned
concern reflected in Coach 'J's face.

The pause was longer than Paul had expected and he became concerned he had
been wrong about his suspicion that Coach 'J' was gay as well and would
understand.  Paul started to pull away.  "Um, coach, let's just say this
conversation never took place."  He stated.

Coach 'J' held Paul tighter and slowly shook his head.  Paul froze.  Coach
'J' closed his eyes and sighed.  It was several moments before he said
anything and both coach and athlete stood there in the mutual embrace
silently staring at each other.  Coach 'J' finally spoke.  "Paul, I promise
you one thing.  You are safe here in my arms and your secret is secure and
safe with me."  He promised and then added.  "I know how you feel and am
very sorry I never let all of you guys know it was okay for you to talk to
me about this type of thing."

Paul was relieved, his initial fear was replaced with admiration and
comfort in knowing that the coach would respect his decision and protect
him.  He hugged him tighter and he also realized it was time to drop the
other shoe.  He swallowed hard and looked back up into the coach's eyes.
"Um, Coach 'J' there is one more thing."  He stated.

Coach 'J' looked back at his athlete and asked for clarification.  "What
else do you want to tell me?"

"Well, I, um, geez, um, damn it, I have the hot's for you."  He blurted
out.

Coach 'J' pulled back a bit from Paul.  He swallowed hard and stared up at
the ceiling briefly then looked back at Paul.  "Look Paul, maybe you only
think that is the case.  I am your coach and you are under eighteen.  You
probably think you like me and all, but you really have a crush on one of
your brother wrestlers or some other boy here at the school.  Anyway, it
would be wrong for us to, um, well do anything about what you just said."
Coach 'J' managed to state, but then an image of the sad face of Brian
loomed in his mind.  He recalled how sad Brian had been when he rejected
him all of those years ago.  This did not help the situation at all.

Paul shook his head.  "Why do you think I am so freaked out about the whole
thing?"  He sighed.  "Isn't it bad enough for me to be gay, now what would
people think of me if they knew it was you who I wanted to be with?  They
would commit me for sure."  He lamented.

Coach 'J' chuckled.  "Gee, sorry I am such a disappointment."  He stated,
not really intending to be mean or anything, but it did lighten the mood a
bit.

Paul laughed, "Sorry about that.  I, I, I didn't mean it that way.  I just,
well, I am sure people would think I had some weird issue with my dad or
had a weird fantasy about having sex with my dad or something like that."
He said as he bit his lip and looked into his coach's eyes searching for
some validation of his statements.

Coach 'J' nodded.  "Look Paul.  I think I understand what you are getting
at here.  Um, please don't take this the wrong way."  He said then added.
"Um, I am about to commit another violation against school district rules,
but could we continue this conversation in a more private setting?"  He
asked.

Paul looked at his coach.  "Where could we go?"  He asked.

Coach 'J' responded.  "Would you be comfortable coming over to my place?
We could order some food and talk this out over dinner."  He suggested.

Paul smiled.  "That would be great."  I know where you live and will meet
you there after we leave.

Coach 'J' smiled.  "Paul, listen.  I am not doing this to get in your pants
and that is not why I am asking you over to discuss this issue.  Get
permission from your parents to be out late tonight and I will see you at
my place."  He counseled.

Paul nodded and smiled.  "I understand.  I appreciate the fact you are
willing to talk some more and to allow me to confide in you."  He said.

They broke the hugging embrace and Paul grabbed his bag and headed for the
exit door.  Coach 'J' looked at Paul.  "See you in about thirty minutes."
He said and was turning to head to the office and close it up then head
out.

Before Coach 'J' took another step, Paul yelled back.  "See you soon,
coach.  By the way, I have not said no to getting in my pants."  He quipped
and shot through the door before Coach 'J' could respond.

Coach 'J' stopped in his tracks.  He looked up at the ceiling again.  'Oh
damn' went through his mind.

---

Coach 'J' unlocked his door and disarmed his alarm.  He set his laptop case
on the couch and picked up the phone.  He dialed the pizza place and
ordered a pizza.  Sure it was wrestling season, but Paul will have to work
it off if he ate too many slices.  He had just hung up the phone after
placing the order when there was a knock on the door.

Coach 'J' looked up at the ceiling.  He closed his eyes and sighed heavily.
He now felt strongly conflicted himself.  He loved someone like Paul one
time, a long time ago and sure at the time Brian and he were only a year
apart, but he loved him nonetheless.  He knew Paul was knocking on his door
and he had invited him to his place, no not for sex, but to talk about his
concerns.  His intentions were truly honorable.

The doorbell rang.  Coach 'J' swallowed hard.  "Just a second."  He stated
and took a deep breath.  He calmed himself and made sure he was in control
of his own emotions at least for now.  He opened the door and sure enough
Paul was standing there, a half smile on his face, but still a sad look on
his face.

"Come in Paul, have a seat."  Coach 'J' offered then added.  "I ordered a
pepperoni pizza that should be here in a few minutes.  Do you want some
iced tea?"  He asked Paul.

Paul stepped inside through the doorway.  His smile brightened somewhat and
he responded.  "Sounds delicious coach.  So does the iced tea.  Thanks."

Coach 'J' nodded.  He closed the door.  "Can I take your coat Paul?  You
can toss your backpack over there by the couch, have a seat."  He said as
he held out his hand.

Paul took off his coat and handed it to his coach.  He smiled.  "Thanks."
He said.

Coach 'J' took the coat and put it on a hanger and hung it up in the hall
closet as he headed for the kitchen.  He poured two tall glasses of iced
tea and brought them back into the living room.  He set them on some
coasters on the coffee table and sat down in the chair next to the couch
where Paul was sitting.

Paul picked up his glass of tea and downed about half the glass in his
first gulp.  "Ahhh, nice."  He said and set down the glass.

Coach 'J' chuckled.  "Slow down."  He said.

Paul smiled and chuckled.  "Thirsty."  He said and licked his lips.  He
looked at the coach.

Coach 'J' leaned forward.  "Paul, let's try to talk this whole thing
through.  Why does it have you so upset?"  He asked.

Paul sighed.  "Well, I really don't know, but this year it has been very
difficult.  I mean, I have had these thoughts and urges for a while,
probably since I was twelve or so really."  He confessed.

"Have you talked to anyone else about how you feel and what you are
thinking?"  Coach 'J' asked.

Paul shook his head.  "I tried to bring it up with my Mom and I think she
started to clue in, but got scared I was going to say it so she changed the
subject and just evaded everything, made it really awkward and all.  Every
time I think or try to bring it up to my dad, well I get really scared.
None of my friends know either."  He confided.

Coach 'J' could tell Paul was very conflicted and concerned and maybe even
frightened.  "I know this may sound even more confusing, but what makes you
so certain you are gay and more importantly, what makes you think you have
the hot's for me?"  He asked Paul.

Paul bit his lower lip and for some reason that caused a tingle to run up
Coach 'J's leg.  Coach 'J' shook his head.  "Like I said, since I was
twelve or so, I have been attracted to some of the other boys I have known
and even to some adult men, but damn it Coach 'J' for the past three years
on the wrestling squad I have had these really strong feelings about you."
Tears started to well up in his eyes again.

Coach 'J' leaned over and touched Paul on the knee.  Immediately it made
Paul feel better, but he was still concerned.  "Paul, are you sure it is
not just admiration or something like how you feel about a brother or
cousin or something like that?"  He asked.

Paul shook his head.  "Honestly Coach 'J' I know what I am feeling.  This
season it is, fuck, so intense that I sometimes think I am going to nut
when you are there working with us on the mat."  He confessed rather
bluntly.

Coach 'J' was starting to have conflicting thoughts go through his mind now
as well.  Paul was a very talented athlete and very handsome.  While he was
a junior at school, he was on the younger side of that age group compared
to most of his friends and classmates, he also looked younger than his
barely over 16 years.  Coach 'J' had never thought about hooking up with a
teenager, let alone one of his student athletes, until now.  At this moment
as he looked into the sad eyes of Paul he actually was thinking about how
nice it might be to fuck the boy.  He took a deep breath, closed his eyes
and rubbed his forehead.

In his mind's eye Brian, not Paul sat before him.  Sweet, cute and sexy
Brian who confided in Coach 'J' (Stevie, his friends called him then) that
he felt he loved him and wanted to be with him and the sex they had on the
sofa, in Stevie's bed and shower that day, all of those years ago was so
wonderful.  Brian had sat there on the floor after Stevie had pushed him
away and said he could not love him back because that would mean he was
gay.  Brian wept and pleaded with Stevie to change his mind, to accept him
and to accept all they had done together as the beginning of a
relationship, but Stevie would not.  Instead Stevie told Brian to leave and
never speak about it again, in fact Stevie basically shunned Brian.  Coach
'J' teared up a bit as he recalled how he realized he had broken Brian's
heart and maybe his spirit for he surely broke his own heart saying no.

Paul looked at Coach 'J' as the older man rubbed his forehead and he
watched as a tear rolled down the man's cheek.  Paul was about to say
something when Coach 'J' all but whispered.  "Please, not again."

The doorbell rang and both Coach 'J' and Paul jumped, startled by the
noise.  They stared at each other with shocked looks on their faces.  Coach
'J' wiped his left eye after he realized it was moist with tears.  Paul
stood up and said he had to go to the bathroom and Coach 'J' pointed in the
direction of the hall and said.  "Second door on the left."

Paul went down the hallway to the bathroom as Coach 'J' got up and walked
to the front door just as the doorbell rang a second time.  "Just a second,
on my way."  He shouted.

Coach 'J' paused for a second to collect himself and then opened the front
door.  The pizza guy stood there with a friendly smile on his face, a 30
something man probably working this gig as a second job stood there with a
receipt and the pizza.  Coach 'J' smiled and paid the man and gave him a
healthy tip.  The delivery guy thanked Coach 'J' and walked down the stairs
to his car after Coach 'J' accepted the pizza and closed the door.

Coach 'J' deposited the cardboard box containing the pizza onto the coffee
table and went into the kitchen to get some plates and napkins and also to
refill the iced tea in the glasses he had taken from the coffee table.  He
returned to find Paul sitting and waiting patiently.

Coach 'J' handed Paul a plate and napkin as well as his refilled glass of
iced tea.  "Thank you, Coach."  Paul said as he accepted the items.

"You are most welcome, Paul."  Replied Coach 'J' as he sat down in his
chair.

Paul pulled a slice of pizza from the pie and slid it onto his plate.  He
smiled as he blew on it to cool it somewhat and started eating it.  Coach
'J' took a slice as well and began eating.  Rather quickly that initial
slice on each of their plates was devoured.  The two both took a long swig
of iced tea to wash the food down.

Paul looked at Coach 'J' and reached out a hand to grip the older man's
knee.  As soon as the boy's flesh touched the man's exposed flesh a surge
of energy, like an electric shock, leapt between them causing both to
shudder slightly.  Coach 'J' looked at where Paul's hand gripped his knee
and then at Paul.  They stared at each other for a few moments.

Paul was the first to break the silence.  He cleared his throat.  "Um, hmm,
Coach 'J'."  He said, basically to get the man's attention.

Coach 'J' swallowed hard and licked his lips slowly.  "Um, yeah.  Paul."
He answered.

"What did you mean when you said "Please, not again." before the doorbell
rang?"  Paul asked.

Several seconds of silence followed before Coach 'J' answered.  "It is kind
of complicated.  You remind me of someone I used to know."  Coach 'J'
replied, paused and then added.  "To, um, clear things up, the first thing
I want to say is that I am so sorry you feel the way you do and yes, in
case you are wondering, I am gay also."  He confessed.

Paul relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.  He was glad he had been right
in his assumption about his coach.  He opened his mouth to speak, but Coach
'J' held up his hand and shook his head.  "No, that doesn't mean we need to
hop in the sack right now."  He admonished Paul and then added.  "My
comment earlier was due to a memory I was having, brought on by the
emotions you conveyed.  Many years ago, I too struggled with being
different, being gay.  Unlike you, I was not brave enough to admit it to
myself and it cost me the love and friendship of the most wonderful guy I
had ever known.  He was handsome, like you.  We both wrestled on the
varsity squad.  We, um, um..."  Coach 'J' stated and trailed off again
getting a bit misted.

Paul felt more and more attracted to the older man.  He did not know what
all of the other emotions meant that were running through him now.  He
recognized the horny factor, the desire to be held and the need to
experience something he had never experienced before, but the other
emotions still remained elusively undefined.  Paul really wanted to have
sex, some type of sexual contact with another guy, to feel loved and to
love back, to give himself to another human.  He did not fully understand
why, but he just knew it was what he wanted.

Paul stood up and held out his hand.  He licked his lips as his eyes
pleaded with the older man.  Coach 'J' slowly shook his head.

Paul countered by slowly nodding his head.  "Coach 'J', um, Steven.  Please
hold me."  He stated firmly and just above a whisper.

Coach 'J' realized what Paul had done.  He was no longer viewing him as his
coach, but as just another male.  However, he was still aware of how much
older he was than Paul.  He slowly stood, but did not step forward.  "Paul,
I, um, I, well, I am too old for you."  He confessed.

Paul slowly shook his head.  "You aren't my dad.  Besides, I am old enough
to choose for myself."  He said as he stepped forward and embraced the
older man and buried his head in the other's chest.  He hugged the older
man tighter.  Finally Coach 'J' brought his big arms down and around Paul
as he hugged him back.

Paul relaxed, sighed and sort of melted into the big man's firm arms.  He
stood up a bit on tip toes, being a few inches shorter and managed to get
close enough for a kiss.  The action was not lost on Coach 'J' and he bent
his head forward to meet the teen's eager lips and waiting mouth.  Coach
'J' kissed Paul and Paul kissed him back.

They kissed for several moments and Paul pulled back slightly.  "Make love
to me, please."  Paul requested.

Coach 'J' realized it had been many years since anyone had made him feel so
alive, so filled with passion, and so aware of another's warmth.  He nodded
slowly and holding Paul by the hand he led him to his bedroom.

Coach 'J' looked at Paul.  "Are you sure about this?"  He asked.

Paul nodded his head.  "Yes."  He replied and cinched up tight against the
older man again, hugging him tightly.

Coach 'J' tugged at Paul's shirt, pulling it up and off of him leaving the
teenage athlete bare chested.  His muscular chest heaved in anticipation as
Coach 'J' leaned down to lick on and nibble each of Paul's rock hard
nipples, one then the other in turn.  As he nibbled on one and flicked it
with his tongue he twisted and pinched the other with his hand.  Coach 'J'
alternately licked and nibbled then pinched and massaged Paul's nipples for
several minutes.  Coach 'J' could feel Paul's heartbeat and feel the
excited boy's chest rise and fall as his passion increased.

Paul held his head in his hands which drew his arms up slightly allowing
Coach 'J' to catch the boy's scent from his exposed armpits.  The teenage
musky scent wafted around and Coach 'J' inhaled deeply.  He nipped up along
the teen's muscular chest towards one of the lightly haired armpits.  Paul
moaned in enjoyment.

Coach 'J' reached down with a beefy hand and massaged the tented front of
Paul's jeans.  Paul gasped as the older man's hand gripped his teenage jean
and boxer brief clad turgid cock.  Coach 'J' kissed Paul and Paul in turn
kissed him back, he held onto the older man's head and neck as they kissed.
Coach 'J' grabbed at and unbuckled the belt fastened around the waist of
Paul's jeans, he unbuckled it and undid the top button, then slid the
zipper down.  He tugged the jeans down off of Paul's hips and buttocks and
once clear of those the weight of the belt pulled the jeans down Paul's
legs where the teen wriggled free of them while Coach 'J' fished into his
boxer briefs and finally gripped his turgid throbbing cock with his bare
hand causing the boy to gasp again.

They kissed more passionately as Coach 'J' firmly tugged at the boy's rigid
boner.  Paul's cock was easily 6 inches long and average in girth.  Very
nice to hold and it was leaking like a sieve, the passion so strong that it
was as if Paul was peeing pre-cum.  Paul felt the energy of the moment and
his balls were tingling as his cock was jumping around while Coach 'J'
gripped and tugged it.  Paul moaned into Coach 'J's mouth as they continued
to kiss.  Coach 'J' pulled back first from the kiss and nudged Paul into a
sitting position on his big bed.

Paul sat on the edge of the bed and the big older man grabbed the waistband
of his boxer briefs and while Paul leaned back and arched a bit, Coach 'J'
slid the boxer briefs off his hips, over his butt and down off of his legs
and feet.  Coach 'J' paused and gripped Paul's lower legs, he peeled off
each sock and then pulled back the covers and sheet on the bed allowing the
now naked Paul to lay down.  Coach 'J' joined Paul on the bed, first
kissing him and them trailing down the teen's chest until he was tickling
his navel and nipping at the hairs that made up the treasure trail.  Coach
'J' was pleased that Paul left his hair as natural as possible.  The light
brown pubes flowed around the base of his cock and coated the teen's
testicles in a beautiful furry nest.

Coach 'J' continued to stroke and tug on Paul's rigid cock and by the time
he hovered over it breathing his hot breath onto the exposed flesh, it was
almost angrily red and fully engorged.  Paul had never felt this horny or
aroused before and his cock was bigger than he had ever imagined it could
get.  Coach 'J' gripped the base in one of his large hands and swallowed
the engorged head and a couple of inches of shaft with his mouth in one
gulp.  Paul's eyes shot open wide, he gasped, moaned and gurgled.  "Oh
shittttttttt.  That um, damn, feels great, fuck."  He exclaimed.

Coach 'J' swallowed and sucked on the top several inches of Paul's cock and
the cock head for a few seconds.  He savored the tangy flavor of the
leaking pre-cum.  He then took a deep breath and swallowed the remainder of
the shaft, wedging the top inch or two into his throat which sent an
already excited Paul over the edge.  Paul grabbed Coach 'J's head firmly in
his hands and thrust his hips upward forcing more of his cock into Coach
'J's throat as he yelled.  "CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMIIINNNG, AGGGHHH!"

Coach 'J' gagged a bit and pulled back as the teen's cock swelled more and
unleashed several relatively thick ropes of cum.  He managed to swallow
some of it, but heck having not had much practice he let a lot of it ooze
out of his mouth and the final couple of jets actually caught his chin and
neck as he let the spasming cock fall from his mouth.  He slid off the bed
and stood up.  He savored the cum in his mouth and then as a breathless
Paul watched, he pulled his shirt up over his head and used it to wipe the
cum off of his face, chin and neck.

Coach 'J' stood there shirtless.  Paul licked his lips and relaxed a bit as
his breathing returned to normal.  He smiled as the shirtless man joined
him on the bed again.  He rose up on his knees to face the kneeling man.
Paul leaned in and licked the older man's hard nipples as he ran his
fingers through the thick patch of chest hair.  His oozing cock stayed
fairly erect so it pointed at Coach 'J' as it continued to pulse and bob
about with Paul's movements.

Paul reached down and gripped the belt securing Coach 'J's shorts and
unbuckled it then freed the slide hook from the waist.  He unzipped the
older man's shorts and Coach 'J' slid off the bed to allow them to fall off
and onto the floor.  He took his socks off and while Paul watched intently
he hooked his thumbs into his waistband and shucked his boxers off, freeing
his now erect cock.

The older man stood there next to the bed.  He looked at the teen who
stared intently at the bobbing thick cock.  While he sported maybe a 6 or 6
and a half inch long schlong, Coach 'J's cock was as thick or thicker
around than it was long.  "Wow.  Thick mother for sure."  Paul exclaimed.

Coach 'J' climbed back on the bed and knelt in front of Paul.  He hugged
Paul to him and kissed him again.  Their cocks managed to tangle a bit and
slap against each other.  Coach 'J' laid down on the bed on his back and
pulled Paul with him and on top of him.  Soon the naked teen was writhing
against Coach 'J' as they kissed.  Paul scooted back a bit and angled down
towards the older man's now leaking erect cock.  As he crawled along his
side, Coach 'J' reached out and grabbed Paul's hips and tugged sideways.
Paul clued in and climbed onto Coach 'J's chest.  As Paul stared at the
thick man cock he felt Coach 'J' grip his cock again and lick his balls.
He could also feel the older man's breath on his ass and that brought new
sensations.

As Paul was starting to lick on his cock, Coach 'J' remember watching some
gay porn where the guys licked each other's asses before one of them got
fucked by the other.  He leaned his head in towards Paul's ass and let go
of the teen's cock as he gripped his butt cheeks.  He spread them open and
inhaled the sweaty teen ass scent of a boy in heat.  It made him a bit
light headed.  He nibbled on Paul's butt cheeks and then as he spread them
apart he dove in and licked up and down his ass crack.  Paul jumped a bit
and exclaimed.  "Oh my GAWWWD."

Paul had never had this done to him before.  Heck the whole experience,
being sucked, sucking a cock and now having his ass licked was all new to
him.  Up until today his only sexual partner had been Rosie Palm and her
five daughters.  Now the man he desired was licking his ass, had sucked his
cock and was allowing him to feast on his meaty member.  Paul was excited
and stunned.  He almost had to pinch himself to prove he was not dreaming.
Although, he never imagined a cock could be as thick as the one he was now
slurping on.  He was also really enjoying the treatment his ass was getting
from Coach 'J' and that was something he really never knew was this much
fun.

He managed to get the thick head of Coach 'J's cock in his mouth and a bit
of the shaft and then he gagged.  He started to concentrate on the head and
then licking on the shaft.  He gripped the meaty shaft and stroked it while
licking around the head and up and down the shaft.  He then started to
fondle Coach 'J's big equally large nuts, he wasn't sure, but they looked
as if one of them was as large as both of his together.  Must be lots of
cum in them for sure, or so he thought.

The feelings in and around Paul's ass were making him moan and causing him
to shudder.  Then a new sensation, Coach 'J' had rolled up his tongue and
pressed the tip against Paul's pucker.  As Paul moaned, Coach 'J's tongue
entered his ass, his wrinkled pucker blossomed open slightly to allow the
older man's tongue to enter.  Paul wriggled back against the invading and
slippery tongue.  He loved the feeling.

After another 15 or so minutes where Paul was licking on Coach 'J's cock
and having his ass eaten, licked, kissed and slurped, Coach 'J' lifted him
off his chest and slid off the side of the bed.  Paul moaned.  "Damn,
Steven, that was awesome."

Coach 'J' smiled at Paul and nodded.  "Sure was and you are mighty tasty."
He said as he licked his lips then added.  "Hopefully this next part will
be just as fun."  He stated as he exited the bedroom.

Paul laid back onto the bed and was fingering his wet hole enjoying the
sensations when Coach 'J' came back in the bedroom carrying a bottle of
lotion.  He climbed back onto the bed and sort of manhandled the teen onto
his belly.  Paul looked at Coach 'J' and as he was asking, "Hey Steven,
what is the lotion..." he got his answer before he could finish the actual
question.  Coach 'J' squirted some lotion into Paul's ass crack.

Paul hissed and shuddered as the cool lotion oozed down his crack.  Coach
'J' leaned over Paul's back and with his elbow supporting him rested
against, but not on Paul.  Coach 'J' nibbled at Paul's ear and nipped at
his neck.  As he amped up Paul by nibbling on his neck and ear he also
started rubbing the thick lotion around the teens ass and onto his wrinkled
pucker.  Paul moaned and groaned, oohed and ahhed and then Coach 'J'
pressed a slickened finger inside Paul's gripping chute.  Paul grunted and
hissed as Coach 'J' wormed the thick beefy finger into his ass.  Coach 'J'
continued to entice Paul by nuzzling near and on his neck as he finger
fucked the teen.

For the next 10 or so minutes Paul grunted and moaned as Coach 'J' finger
fucked him and nuzzled.  Coach 'J' pulled back and got on his knees again,
retrieving the bottle of lotion and applying more to Paul's ass.  This
additional application of the thick oozing lotion Coach 'J' used to ease
the passage of a second thick finger into Paul's ass.  Now kneeling at
Paul's ass, Coach 'J' finger fucked him with two fingers and rubbed his
back with the other lotion slicked hand.  Paul was enjoying the new
sensations and Coach 'J' changed things up a bit by searching for and
finding Paul's prostate.  He knew he had found it when Paul yelped in
surprise and ground his ass back onto Coach 'J's beefy digits.

Coach 'J' rubbed Paul's back and massaged his buttocks and upper thighs,
occasionally stroking Paul's firm leaking erect cock.  Soon Paul's
buttocks, balls, cock, thighs and back were slick with lotion and his
asshole sloppy slick and stuffed with two of Coach 'J's fingers.  Coach 'J'
strummed Paul's prostate and he was getting extremely horny and his ass was
feeling extremely tingly.

Coach 'J' pulled his fingers out of Paul's slick, gripping asshole and
maneuvered until he was kneeling between the teen's splayed legs.  He
grabbed a pillow and shoved it under Paul's hips and grabbed the bottle of
lotion.  As he squirted a large amount over his cock and began coating his
cock in lotion, Paul looked over his shoulder to see what was happening.
Paul's eyes went wide as he realized Coach 'J' was slicking up his cock and
apparently was planning on fucking him in the ass with the huge menacingly
thick piece of man meat.  He swallowed hard and was about to ask the
question when Coach 'J' leaned forward and started rubbing the head of his
slick cock against his semi-dilated asshole in silent response to the
unasked question of whether or not Coach 'J' intended to fuck him.

Paul was lost in desire, lust and yearning, but was still a bit concerned
as he felt the pressure build as Coach 'J' leaned forward and steadied his
cock at the entrance to his ass.  Coach 'J' increased the forward pressure
and soon Paul's asshole dilated completely and swallowed the head.  Paul
felt as if a tennis ball was being rammed up his ass and he groaned and
hissed.  His ass swallowed the head of Coach 'J's cock and clamped down on
the shaft immediately behind the coronal ridge.  "OWWWWWW, SHIIIITTTTTTTT.
HOOOOOOOLLY FUUUUUUUCK!"  Paul screamed and panted then added.  "SON OF A
BITCH, GONNA SPLIT ME WIDE WITH THAT THICK MOTHER."

Coach 'J' stopped moving and held his cock steady as Paul's ass quivered
around it, alternately milking, spasming and clamping onto the shaft.  Paul
panted and grunted as Coach 'J' added some lotion to Paul's back and
started rubbing and massaging and gently comforting him.  "Easy Paul.  I
think the hard part is done.  I am inside and you are doing great.  Damn
you are tight."  He soothed.

Paul panted, his forehead planted firmly on the mattress and his eyes
closed.  Through gritted teeth he exclaimed.  "That is one thick cock you
have, go easy please."

Coach 'J' reached under himself and with a lotion slicked hand he massaged
Paul's testicles and cock.  He rubbed his inner thighs and then his back
again.  Paul seemed to relax a bit and his ass slackened slightly, another
inch or so of Coach 'J's thick cock slid forward.  This went on for about
15 minutes and finally Paul could feel the older man's pubic hair in his
ass crack and on his thighs while the huge testicles rested on top of his
own.

Coach 'J' pulled back, his cock withdrawing from the teenage bowel gripping
it.  Paul felt the older man's thick cock pull back and sort of suction
against the inside of his ass, then the head of that thick cock slid over
and pressured against his prostate, 'zing' another electric shock.
"Yiiiikes, oh GOD."  He yelped.

Just as his cock pulled back and Paul's ass tugged at the head, Coach 'J'
re-sheathed the entire thing balls deep again.  Another yelp, grunt and
moan issued forth from Paul as he ground his forehead against the mattress
and yanked the sheets free from their tucked position on the bed.  Paul
never imagined the sensations would be this intense, some pain for sure,
but very pleasurable as well.  Losing his virginity to this older man
increased the level of pleasure, that initial pain of being stretched was
subsiding quickly replaced with an increasing level of excitement as the
nerve endings in his ass responded to the sensations.

Coach 'J' sensing that Paul was relaxing a bit more and noting that his
body had finally surrendered to his tunneling cock began to pick up speed
as he sawed heavily in and out of the teenager's ass.  The strokes
increased in speed and force.  Soon the wet gooey slapping sound of his
slickened cock sliding in and out of Paul's ass accompanied with Paul's
grunts and moans as well as the wet skin to skin slapping of his balls as
they pelted Paul's cock and balls filled the room.  Paul was being fucked
well and was being forced forward towards the headboard by the firm
strokes.  Coach 'J' maintained a tight grip on Paul's hips and after
noticing how Paul was being scrunched up against the headboard, paused in
his stroking and managed to pull Paul with him as he moved back down the
bed.

Satisfied with the space, Coach 'J' resumed his fucking.  Faster and
harder.  Paul shuddered and screamed out as another orgasm wracked his
body.  "OHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK!"  He exclaimed as another set of gooey teen
cum jets sprayed forth from his cock.

Paul's ass spasmed around Coach 'J's cock as it pistoned in and out.  The
gripping sensations and milking action of Paul's ass pushed Coach 'J' over
the edge and his orgasm rolled up from deep within his core.  He tightened
his gripped on Paul's hips and fully sheathed his cock, it swelled a bit
further causing Paul to moan and groan as it belched out the cum.  Coach
'J' ground his hips against Paul's buttocks as his cock forcefully sprayed
5 or more healthy jets of cum inside the teenager's ass power washing his
bowel.  The thick cock continued to ooze cum as it spasmed inside him.
Finally Coach 'J' let go of Paul's hips and used his arms to keep from
crushing the teenager as he slumped against him over his buttocks and back,
while still keeping that throbbing thick cock lodged inside the teen's ass.

A few minutes later as his cock softened and his breathing returned to
normal, Coach 'J' rolled off Paul onto the bed on his back.  His softening
cock pulled wetly from Paul's no longer virgin ass, tugging a bit as it
finally pulled free of the bruised, puffy, wrinkled pucker.  Cum, ass
juices and lotion oozed from Paul's well fucked ass.

Paul snuggled close to Coach 'J' and draped an arm across the older man's
chest.  Coach 'J' reached under Paul with one arm and cradled him against
his chest.  He sighed contentedly as the teen snuggled even closer.  They
were silent for several minutes, Paul was casually running his fingers
through Coach 'J's chest hair and rubbing on his chest as he lay there on
his side snuggled close to the older man.  He could feel his ass twitch and
quiver as it was adjusting to the emptiness and the afterglow feelings of
being fucked.

Coach 'J' idly stroked Paul's back and sighed.  He cleared his throat.
"Um, Paul.  Are you okay?"  He asked.

Paul nodded his head against the man's chest and arm.  "Yeah, doing fine.
Um, you are pretty stout in the cock department, but doing fine."  He said.

"I hope I didn't hurt you too badly back there and um, I hope that was
something you wanted."  Coach 'J' asked.

Again Paul nodded against his chest.  "Yeah, it was what I wanted.  Um,
really wanted to try anyway."  He confirmed.

Coach 'J' breathed in a deep breath, held it for a couple of seconds,
draped his right arm over his eyes and forehead, then let out the breath in
a heavy sigh.  "Paul, we should not have allowed this to happen.
Correction, I should not have allowed this to happen.  You are one of my
athletes and I am supposed to be the responsible adult.  I ..." He stated
and as he tried to finish Paul placed a finger on Coach 'J's mouth causing
him to pause.

Paul pushed himself up a bit to lean on his elbow.  "Hey, aren't you the
one who always says we should be responsible for ourselves and own our
actions?"  He admonished Coach 'J' as he raised his eyebrows questioningly
and then removed his finger from the older man's lips.

Coach 'J' pursed his lips.  "You know that can't apply here for this type
of thing, right?"  He asked as he lifted his arm off his forehead so he
could look at Paul.

Paul shrugged.  "Why not?  I am sixteen and legal."  He stated
emphatically.

Coach 'J' shook his head.  "You know, that is not a good argument.  I still
have violated so many rules and the implied trust of your parents and the
school district, not to mention your trust."  He countered.

Paul looked at him questioningly.  "My trust?  How did you violate my
trust?  I am a willing participant here."  He countered back.

"You know what I mean.  I am in a position of authority and that basically
implies you have been forced to have sex with me.  When someone finds out
that is how it will be presented."  Coach 'J' stated.

Paul shook his head more.  "Damn it Steven.  I ain't gonna tell anyone, so
unless you plan on confessing to my parents or the principal or something,
why are you worrying about it?"  He scolded the older man.

Coach 'J' sighed.  "Paul that is a lot to promise.  I really want you to
know that if you feel I took advantage of you then I guess I am willing to
deal with the consequences.  By the way, what is it with the Steven stuff?"
He stated and queried.

Paul chuckled.  "Well, it is your first name.  Besides, calling you Coach
'J' while I am cumming just seems a bit, um, well, weird."  He stated and
then added.  "As far as trust and such, well I stand by my earlier
statement about wanting to try it and wanting to have sex with you, I am
fully aware of my part in all of this and take full responsibility for my
actions."  Paul adamantly affirmed.

Paul kissed the older man on his chest.  "Would you tell me more about this
boy you loved when you were a teenager?"  Paul asked.

***** End - Coach's Choice

Understand that sexuality is as wide as the sea. Understand that your
morality is not law. Understand that we are you. Understand that if we
decide to have sex whether safe, safer, or unsafe, it is our decision and
you have no rights in our lovemaking.  'Derek Jarman'

I hope you have enjoyed reading this tale about choices and desires coming
together to satisfy the needs of two people.  Some would argue this is an
inappropriate pairing of two individuals.  Life never is what you want it
to be and there are many choices to make, some good and some not so good,
but own the choice.

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