Date: Wed, 29 Jan 2014 13:44:45 -0800 From: tk Subject: rebellious korean part 3 Coach's lips touched my neck, rousing me from my sleep. I didn't move. I attempted to keep the same breathing pattern as when I was unconscious, but whether Coach believed it or not, I wouldn't be able to know. His lips travelled down my back, his tongue gently touching my shoulder blades, tracing down the lines of muscle that led all the way down to my ass. His lips and tongue were the only points of contact between his body and mine. He was careful not to use anything more with the hopes of letting me continue to sleep. When Coach's lips reached my ass, he sucked a bit roughly at my ass cheeks, leaving marks. I moaned and shifted, causing Coach to pause and see if I would wake up. I buried my face in my arms and resumed my heavy breathing, smiling where he couldn't see. His tongue slipped into my soft hole, which quickly moistened and opened up under the gentle caresses of his tongue and lips. Unable to restrain himself anymore, after insuring that my ass was well lubricated with his saliva, Coach pressed his body against mine and slid his cock into me. I moaned and turned my head to try to see him, as if surprised by the sudden invasion into my asshole. Coach's lips met mine, his slight beard wet from being buried in my wet ass scratched against me. Our lips wrestled and our tongues invaded each other even as his cock invaded me. It slid through my ass easily, as a result of the hours of fucking, fingering, and near-fisting the previous night. My asshole was smooth as silk to the touch, puffy and swollen to the sight, and as sensitive as ever as it swallowed his monstrous and veiny cock, puckering as his scratchy and dense pubes rubbed against it when he drove his cock all the way into me. Coach's hands found my forearms and forced them over my head. He held me in place, his legs forcing mine wide, giving his cock better access to my ass. I was completely under his control. As if this nearly pre-pubescent teenager could hope to overpower a full-grown man in his prime. Coach's body was covered in taught muscles that were coated in a dense fur that became matted with sweat the longer he fucked me. His hair rubbed against my bare skin, the contrast between his dark hair and skin from hours of PE teaching and coaching contrasted against my pale and porcelain skin. My skin refused to tan. On days where I spent hours in the sun might leave a reddish tinge, but my body refused to darken. Somehow, it matched my image: a slight Asian boy with a petite waist, and not a single bodily hair, a small cock yet a slutty and open asshole. Sweat started to loosen Coach's grips on my arms, but I didn't move. Coach's grip tightened, reaffirming my submission to his authority. His lips roamed from my ears to my neck and shoulders. His mouth sucked, kissed, licked, and did any number of things to me that I couldn't even begin to describe. All the while, his hips continued in their relentless pumping, fucking me with every inch of his cock. Despite Coach's aggressive fucking and the fact that the only lubrication was applied to the outside of my ass before Coach began, he didn't need to re-lubricate. Enough of his sperm and spit were still up in my asshole from the night before, which supplied enough lubrication to allow him to fuck me as he wanted. Coach pulled his torso up off of me while keeping his dick inside me. He roughly flipped me over so I was facing him, my cock was pointing up in the air between our bodies while dripping semen onto my stomach. Coach didn't lean back down, but rather grabbed my ankles and pushed them far to either side of him. I was doing splits in mid air while lying on my back as Coach began to rock back and forth slamming his cock into me harder and faster. I meant to jerk my dick, but the moment I touched myself, I climaxed and came all over my chest. Despite ejaculating numerous times last night, I came again, and shot a huge load, the first spurt hitting my neck, the second landing on my chest, the third my abs, and the rest dribbling down where my sparse pubes had used to be until Coach had shaved them off. I had been proud of growing my pubic hair, as it was a sign of my dawning maturity. Coach preferred me shaved. Apart from the head of hair, there was no other hair on my body, not at my crotch, not at my armpit, and not even the peach fuzz that was beginning to form on my arms and legs were spared. It was all gone. My body shone with the sheen of sweat and reflected whatever dim light made its way into the room. Coach didn't come with me. He continued to fuck me and pump my ass. Bursts of air were now forcing their way out of my ass. Mini-farts escaped every time Coach thrust his cock inward, in addition to the noisy squelches of a combination of semen, spit, and sweat that accumulated at my asshole. The very sound of Coach fucking me was so dirty and wet that despite my earlier ejaculation, I remained aroused and fully erect. This time, I was able to jerk my cock and massage the head without coming at the slightest touch. Coach came. It was a torrent of semen that flooded my hole. It was such a large load that it forced semen and spit out of my ass. When Coach pulled out, my ass released a sputter of air that had seeped in whenever Coach thrust in or out. My asshole remained loose and open, leaving me afraid to sit up or stand because it felt as if my innards would spill out of me. Coach pulled me up regardless and bent me over so that my ass was sticking up in the air. He brought his mouth down on my ass and began to eat his own semen from my ass, sucking and slurping up everything that came dribbling out. When he was satisfied that my ass was as clean as he could make it, he nudged me out of bed. "The sun's coming out, you better get home." I nodded. I pulled on my basketball shorts and the shirt I put on last night when I snuck out of the house. When I went back in the morning, it would be under the pretense of returning from jogging. My sweat and stink wouldn't contradict my story, as long as my parents didn't check in on me throughout the night, which is unlikely that they would have. I gave him a final kiss to Coach, who was lying back in bed, his legs spread with his flaccid cock resting on his heavy balls. His chest still heaving from the extensive fuck and the excessive force he used to ravish my ass. He held my head for a moment, letting our kiss linger, allowing our tongues to flit into each others' mouths before pulling apart. I left without looking back, knowing I would jump back into bed if I did. The jog home was uneventful. Even as I got ready for school and was sent off to school by my parents. I had finally come out to my parents. They realized that my homosexuality wasn't anything that was going to change. I kept my sexual endeavors a secret, however. My parents might be so offended by the idea that a man twice my age was fucking me they might call the police and report the statutory rape that went on nearly every night since I seduced Coach last year. I quit my extracurricular activities, keeping in shape by working out on my own and getting fucked by Coach every night. Since I was a sophomore and turning 16 soon, I was well into my growth spurt, my muscles were developing in a way they had never formed before giving me a lanky figure though keeping to my petite form. Whatever hair I started to grow, Coach shaved it off keeping me as bare as if I hadn't hit puberty yet. My cock was lengthening and thickening a little bit, my balls started hanging lower. It was nearly six inches long now, though still a negligible difference compared to Coach's massive cock. Since I didn't play sports for school anymore, I wouldn't see Coach until the evening when everyone began to sleep. Irregardless, since I was openly gay, there would be plenty of opportunities for myself to get some dick. My closest straight friends liked to use me as their cum dump, and would never deprive me the opportunity to milk the semen from their cocks. Even this morning, one of my friends met me as I rode my bike onto campus at the bike rack. As soon as I locked my bike, he walked with me to the closest restroom and followed me into the handicapped stall. Before I was even on my knees, Brandon's cock was already out and fully erect. We had nearly thirty minutes before the bell would ring, so as soon as I wet his cock, I dropped my pants, turned around, and bent over. Brandon didn't hesitate, plunging his cock into my ass, and groaning with pleasure audibly, not caring who heard. Brandon pulled me up from my bent over position, holding me by my neck and brought his mouth next to my ear. "I love fucking your Asian pussy," he whispered, his cock pummeling my ass recklessly. Brandon's other hand held onto my hip, keeping me in place so that his rough fucking didn't push me away, but kept my asshole in prime position to receive him. While Brandon fucked me, his jeans and underwear slipped down from under his ass down past his thighs, knees, and calves until they were bunched up at his ankles, pulling my pants and underwear down along with it. He pushed me back over and held my ass with both hands, his fingers digging into my ass. My ass, still full of Coach's cum and spit quickly loosened out and lubricated Brandon's cock and slowly soaked his dark brown pubes. Brandon came quickly, due to the combination of the wet and messy state of my ass, the silkiness of my asshole, and the rapid pace with which he was pumping me with his cock. After coming, Brandon gave my ass a few more pumps of his cock, and waited as he finished emptying himself of his semen. When he withdrew his flaccid cock, I knelt in front of him again, and took it into my mouth, cleaning it of all the gunk of the combination of his and Coach's semen. Brandon closed his eyes and my mouth enveloped his now overly sensitive cock, and as my tongue massaged the underbelly of his penis. His hand held the back of my head, not applying pressure, but not letting me pull away. Brandon's cock didn't grow completely flaccid, but it stayed semi-erect due to my stimulation. When his cock was completely empty and clean, apart from my spit, Brandon and I pulled our clothes back on and walked out of the restroom together, ignoring the curious glances of the other guys as we emerged from the same stall. Brandon patted my back and headed off towards his class as I headed for my locker. Chris met me since his locker was beside mine. "Brandon get you this morning?" Chris asked, carefully revealing his true intentions from our neighbors. I smiled and nodded. "I get lunch," he said jealously. "Alright," I answered, still smiling. Together we walked off to homeroom, resuming the normal trivial teenage talk. Chris complaining about his girlfriend, despite lusting for my ass. Classes passed by slowly, as all time seemed to move in between my fuck sessions. Chris and Brandon were good substitutes for Coach, but it was Coach's massive and hairy cock and body I truly craved. Chris and Brandon haven't reached manhood yet, so even the lengths of their cocks hadn't reached full potential. Their bodies were filling out, but they didn't have the same strength and force that Coach could fuck me with, every thrust jarring my bones and chattering my teeth. The force of his hips smack my ass as painful as if he was slapping my ass with his hands instead of merely fucking me. Comparing Chris and Brandon to Coach nearly made me erect throughout the day until lunch. Chris met me outside my classroom when the lunch bell rang, preventing me the opportunity to slip away or from allowing Brandon to steal me away from him again. Instead of the bathrooms that would be swarming with guys now, Chris led me towards the back of the school past the fields to the racquet ball and tennis courts. He led me into the racquet ball court that was furthest from the classrooms and the nearest teacher, led me to the corner and quickly dropped his shorts as well, much more quickly then I could kneel in front of him to service him. Chris was already fully erect, gaining each inch of hardness the closer we got to the fuck spot. My lips had barely slipped over the length of his cock once before he pulled me back up, turned me around and forced his cock into me. Chris was much larger than Brandon, despite his continuing to grow. He played basketball and was large with muscles and nearly as strong as Coach. His first thrust pushed me up against the wall, my cock pressed against the painted cement wall leaking streaks of semen. Chris didn't hesitate and pummeled me much harder than Brandon could, having me pinned against an immovable wall. Since his constant thrusting had my hips pinned against the wall, his hands held my wrists against the wall as well. Chris was so much larger than me that his body practically hid me from view so if a teacher were to come peeking at us, all they would see is Chris and his pale ass thrusting away at the wall. The noon sun beat down on us, drawing sweat profusely both from me and from Chris's large body as well. The smell of his sweat and musk was pervasive and latched itself to my skin and clothing. Even as Chris fucked my ass furiously, he also touched and kissed me passionately. The fact that I was a dude and he had a girlfriend didn't bother him. He was fucking me, so he felt obligated to caress and kiss me. His girlfriend had trained him well. Even so, time was running out. We would have to start walking back to the quad before the bell rang to make it to our classes on time so Chris would have to come quickly. In order to expedite the process, Chris pulled me off the wall and bent me over so that I could touch my toes, with my chest pressed against my thighs. My butt cheeks spread open automatically, allowing Chris to drive his cock into my ass deeper and harder. I could feel my ass flush pink as Chris's hips slammed into me, his skin slapping mine hard with each thrust as each thrust drilled his cock into me. Chris began to pull his cock completely from my ass before driving it back in. Each time he pulled out, my asshole sputtered as it released a burst of air that slipped in every time he pressed his cock back in. The sound of his skin hitting mine, his cock driving through my wet hole, my asshole spitting out air with each thrust and the rustle of our clothes and our gasps of air and moans of pleasure echoed around the racquet ball court. Whether it was the echoes that made it sound as if there were fifty of us fucking at once, or the sound and feel of my wet ass slurping away at his cock, Chris moaned, pressed his cock in, ground his hips stirring my insides and came, replacing the loads of semen that had spilled out of me during his fuck and making a cummy, hairy mess of his pubes. I quickly turned around and dropped to my knees to clean his cock and lick up what cum that I could, cum that was inside me, cum from two guys. We got dressed and walked back towards the quad. Until we walked around the building, Chris's hand was down the backside of my pants while his finger was quickly and enthusiastically fucking my hole. A few feet from turning the corner and walking into the quad, he pulled it out, fed me his cum-soaked finger, and dried it on his jeans. Even as we walked onto the quad, the lunch bell rang. We waved each other off and walked to class. After school, I met up with Brandon and headed to his house. Chris would meet up with us after practice. Brandon lived with his dad. His parents were divorced, but he opted to live with his dad since his dad always worked and he had so much more freedom than had he stayed with his mom. Ever since we started hanging out, we spent most of our time there. Ever since I came out to my friends, Chris and Brandon started fucking me in his bedroom. If we ever felt daring, we'd go out to their backyard, skinny-dip, and fuck on their patio furniture, despite being within sight of his neighbors' second-story windows. Today, we didn't have a sense of adrenaline that we needed to meet. We went up to Brandon's bedroom where he turned on some downloaded porn. I quickly stripped and climbed onto his bed. Brandon was larger than me as well, but he was no where near as beefy as Chris. He had a wiry lanky frame that was accentuated by his height and his broad shoulders. Despite his apparent frailty, he had a hidden strength, and surprising warmth whenever his arms enveloped me. Brandon never showed me any affection when fucking where we might get caught, or in front of Chris. When we were alone, however, he didn't hesitate to kiss and touch me, despite the fact that Chris did so in front of him constantly. It might be from a sense of pride, that even if he were caught with his cock up my ass, he could make the argument that he wasn't gay and was just using my hole. The fact that we were alone, and that Chris wouldn't be here until nearly 6pm, Brandon relaxed and openly kissed me. His cock was fully erect inside of his jeans. He stripped off his shirt, but kept his dark denim on. His bulge rubbed against my cock, then against my ass as I leaned back, spread my legs and exposed my ass. Brandon's lips moved down my chest, glanced lightly over my cock, and found purchase on my ass. Brandon could smell, if not taste, Chris' load from lunch. He felt the rawness and warmth emanating from my asshole, his tongue flitting over my swollen hole. Even as his lips and tongue massaged my ass, his fingers moved deftly around his button and zipper, pushing away his pants to reveal that he had been going commando since P.E. His erect cock sprung free from its denim cage and dropped a bead of semen onto Brandon's sheets. Without more ado, Brandon pressed his cock into me. Despite his haste to get inside me, Brandon did not start to pump his cock immediately. He savored the warmth and softness of my ass wrapping his cock tightly. His hands groped my butt cheeks. His tongue slipped into my mouth. His chest pressed against mine. I ran my hands up his backside, letting them find their way to his straight brown hair. My fingers ran through his free strands, sometimes gripping them when a wave of pleasure coursed through me unexpectedly. My other hand continued to run up and down his back, on occasion squeezing his ass and pulling him in, on others massaging the muscles in his arms and shoulders, or brushing against his pectorals and pinching his nipples, twisting them till they were hard little nubs pointing out at me. Brandon's cock started to ease out of me, not even an inch at a time. He moved infinitely more slowly, yet the lack of speed seemed to make his cock seem even longer. Despite our lack of movement, sweat quickly accumulated between our bodies, making it more difficult to grip each other, but much more easy for our hands to run over each others' skin and explore each others' bodies. Brandon pulled out until only his head remained inside me. He paused, and stared into my eyes. Holding my gaze, he gave a fierce thrust, shoving his entire cock inside me in less than a second. I moaned, trying not to close my eyes, trying to hold his gaze. Brandon began to pull out again, as if his thrust had not occurred. He moved as if all he had done since putting his cock into me was a single slow act of pulling himself back out. I put my arms around Brandon's neck, drawing his face closer to mine. Our noses touched. Our lips were close enough that we were breathing each others' breath. "Fuck me hard," I whispered. Still holding my gaze at such proximity, Brandon began to pump his ass. His cock slipped in and out of me swiftly. I moaned, unable to keep staring into his piercingly beautiful blue eyes, I closed mine and groaned in ecstasy. Brandon brought his lips down to me, first brushing my lips but moving down to my neck, kissing and sucking away at my skin, breathing heavily where he had already touched raising goosebumps on the patches of skin that were wet with sweat or saliva. Due to the excessive lubrication of my ass from both his and Chris's fucks that day, and from Coach's the previous night, Brandon fucked me until right before Chris came. He didn't come once, but drove me to ejaculate three times without even touching my cock. The third time I came, I was on my stomach with my ass up in the air. Brandon was kneeling behind me thrusting his hips front and back, pushing and pulling my asshole with his cock. As I shot, he felt my ass clench and grip his cock in a way it did before he fucked all the tightness out of it, and he came inside me. As he came, he dropped onto me, his weight pressing down against my back. I collapsed as well, letting my ass fall and pressing my cock against the mattress beneath me. That was how Chris found us. Gasping for air, me hidden in the folds of the sheets with Brandon above me, shielding me from view with his back and ass shining with a coat of sweat in the afternoon sun. Brandon glanced at Chris standing in the doorway with his cock tenting his pants, his shirt already coming over his head and dropping to the floor. He rolled off of me, his flaccid cock flopping from side to side on his upper thighs, his stomach still heaving as he gasped for air. Chris was already naked and on top of me, his cock sliding into my worn asshole. I couldn't believe my luck. A year or two before, I was just a horny kid jerking off and fingering his own asshole. Now, I was getting fucked by two of what I considered to be the hottest guys on campus, and taking it up the ass by one of the hottest teachers as well. Even the thought of Coach's cock made my ass pucker while Chris's cock began to saw through my asshole. Brandon's semen lubricated Chris's cock, paving my asshole with its salty wetness, making a mess of our pubic hair. Chris's lips descended and touched my neck, sucking gently, his hands holding mine in place as Brandon watched enviously, stroking his flaccid cock and tugging at his heavy balls. Chris's lips moved to the other side of my neck, leaving a wet mark where they had been previously. Goosebumps rose where his saliva marked my skin. One of his hands reached beneath me and groped my cock, inciting my cock into an erection. Chris continued to caress me, to kiss me, and to make love to me as if I were his boyfriend. Brandon moved nearer to my head and positioned his cock within reach of my mouth. He reached down, and guided my chin so that he could slide his cock in between my lips. Chris watched me suck Brandon's cock while he continued to pump his cock in my ass. Brandon's balls were hitting my chin as I bobbed my head up and down the length of his cock. Whenever I tried to take the length of his cock in my mouth, Brandon reached up and pressed my head down further, edging his cock deeper and deeper on my throat making me gag and causing my eyes to well with tears and snot to run down the sides of my mouth. Within minutes, my face was as sticky of a mess as my ass; rather than saliva and semen, my face was covered with saliva and spit, which lubricated Brandon's cock just as easily as his saliva and semen lubricated Chris's. The sounds of my attempts to swallow Brandon's cock and the sounds of Chris ferociously fucking my ass was enough to keep all three of us fully erect without any further stimulation. Since my mouth was working over Brandon's cock and my ass was working over Chris's, they both came quickly, flooding me from either end with semen. Neither stopped fucking me, however, despite their ejaculations, both boys continued to ravish my body, throat and ass. After a moment, through some unspoken signal that I missed, they decided to switch places. I could taste Brandon's and Chris's semen on Chris's cock. Brandon's semen tended to be slightly more watery, but he usually came in lesser quantities. Chris's semen was thick and a vivid white, he came so much that it leaked out of my ass even while he was coming. Both types of semen clung to his cock as he slid it into my mouth and rubbed his messy pubes against my snotty face. Brandon remained kneeling behind me with my legs spread wide apart. He was ramming his cock into my ass, but apart from his hands that gripped me, his thighs that held my legs apart, and his cock that was thrashing my asshole, there was no more physical contact than that. It felt as if he were trying to touch me as little as possible while using my ass as a dump for his cum. Brandon and Chris continued to switch off fucking my face and fucking my ass for a few more hours. They both came several more times. Some of the time, both of them were so exhausted from fucking and couldn't regain erections, so they lied beside each other with me in between them sucking their cocks, trying to raise some sort of reaction from their cocks. We washed up and got dressed before Chris's parents came home. I headed home before my parents came home and quickly finished my homework and started to study. I prepared some dinner and set it out for my parents before going back upstairs to study until they fell asleep. When they got home, it was pretty late. I greeted them as I went out, under the pretense of working out, knowing that they would knock out fairly quickly. I jogged off down the neighborhood towards Coach's house. Coach knew that he wasn't the only person fucking my ass. He could feel it whenever he fucked me. His cock was much larger than Brandon's or Chris's, so my ass was still tight around his cock, but from the silkiness and swelling of my asshole, he was able to judge the severity with which my ass took "punishment," even if he didn't know the number of partners I had or the number of times I got fucked. After fucking and coming in my ass once, Coach spent a lot of time kissing and sucking my asshole. His tongue flitted from cheek to cheek, dipping down on occasion and slipping inside my anus to taste the loads of semen that resided within. His lips brushed, kissed, and he sucked, leaving marks all across my bare ass and thighs, signs of his passion for my ass. At one point, he slid two fingers into my hole and spread it apart and peered inside before rising and sliding his cock back into me to fuck me again. The contrast between Coach and my friends was drastic. Coach was fully grown, covered in hair, he had muscles that were fully developed and a cock that matched. He had a strength that neither Chris nor Brandon had, despite any time that they might spend in the gym. It was a man's strength. A power or drive that resided in Coach despite the fact that he might have more fat on him than either of my friends, which wasn't saying much since none of them had much fat at all. Coach's hands were rough and calloused, but they were always gentle. He hardly ever gripped me tightly or painfully, yet he was always firm. If he held me, I would never be able to escape his embrace, even if I wanted to. Coach could fuck me hard but gently, passionately yet restrained. It had the way to do with his body, how he could move his entire self against me, rubbing and resting, pressing as much of himself as he could on to me. He embraced me, and touched me as much as possible with as much skin that both he and I possessed. Chris was learning to make love like Coach, and Brandon showed promise when we were alone, but neither of them could make my cock throb by merely lying on top of me the way that Coach could. Coach loved the contrast between our bodies. My body still retained its prepubescent appearance because of its petite form, and the fact that Coach shaved me whenever my body hair started to grow in. He showed me workouts that I could do that would keep my muscles tight, my limbs wiry, and my frame tight. Even as he fucked me and held me down, he'd find a way to let one of his hands rub and touch my body constantly, massaging my muscles and feeling over every inch of me. Coach's cock ejaculated and unloaded his semen into me, breeding my asshole as if it were a vagina. Coach didn't pull out, but kept himself inside me, his breathing slow and heavy as he drifted off to sleep. The weight of his body inside me, the feeling of his flaccid cock wedged in between my butt cheeks and lodged in my asshole, the beating of his chest and consistent expanding and shrinking of his chest lulled me to sleep as well. I woke up early the next morning before Coach and headed home. I washed up quickly and got dressed. It was the weekend, but for my parents' sake, I put on the facade of studying. They headed off to work or church, and I waited a few minutes before Coach pulled up our driveway. I ran downstairs and jumped into his car, grinning. This was our first date since I started hooking up with him. Coach was only beginning to feel comfortable being seen with me in public because despite his efforts to make me appear childish, I had begun my man's growth. I could pass off as a young looking Korean adult if I wanted. White people would hardly be able to tell my age accurately. Coach was taking me out of town so that nobody from the staff at school would see us. Coach drove me to a town by the ocean. We walked around a shopping plaza, Coach and I both wore tank tops and swim shorts that accentuated the forms of our bodies. We caught a lot of glances, both from men and women, partially because we were openly holding each others' hands or wrapping our arms around each other. In one particular store, Coach and I tried on some clothes. Coach followed me into the dressing room. As soon as I lowered my trunks, Coach pulled my body up against his and started to kiss me. My cock pressed up against Coach's bulge inside his shorts. His hands dropped down and squeezed my butt cheeks. Smiling, I turned around and slipped on the pants I was trying. It was a pair of form-fitting jeans that was practically skin tight. Coach rubbed my cock through the jeans, grinding into my ass. A dark spot began to form on the front of my jeans where my cock was leaking semen. I pulled off the jeans quickly. Coach flipped me around, pulled my cock into his mouth and quickly swallowed the load that shot out of me. I sucked Coach's cock until he came too. We waited a bit for Coach's cock to grow more flaccid before we left the dressing room. We went down to the beach through a path that I didn't notice until Coach led me through it. As soon as we got there, Coach began stripping off everything, shocking me. I glanced around and noticed for the first time that it was a nude beach. I stripped too, feeling self-conscious. Most of the men there were much larger than me even though they were flaccid. Coach stashed our clothes among some rocks and led me into the warm water. Cavorting with Coach in the water, as un-sexual as it may have been under normal circumstances turned me on immediately with several of the naked men watching us. Coach, noticing my extended member, quickly led me back to our spot beside the rocks that somewhat shielded us from view. Coach sat in the sand and pulled me down on his lap. His cock, which was flaccid, immediately gained rigidity as it pressed up against my ass, but neither of us made a move to insert it into my hole. Coach wrapped his arms around me, enveloping me in warmth. There was warmth from Coach's body, warmth from the sand, and warmth from the sun. We sat there for awhile, taking a few dips in the water, but we always returned to the same spot and resumed the same position. When the sun began to set, we were swimming about in the water. Coach caught me and brought me to the shore. Coach laid me on the wet sand, shallow waves broke over our bodies, the setting sun still warm enough to contrast the coolness of the water and sand. Coach laid on top of me, his legs swiftly spread my legs apart and exposed my hole. Coach spit into his hand and rubbed it into my hole. He inserted his cock into me. He began to fuck me. There were still a few men around lying about on the sand, too far to make out faces, but they watched. Coach took his time to fuck me. The sand was gritty and uncomfortable as it clung to our bodies only to wash away every time a wave came in and broke over us. Coach stared into my face and kissed me. He brushed strands of hair off of my face, his hand, extremely gentle as it caressed my cheek. I reached up and pulled at Coach's back, pulling his hips in closer, forcing his cock deeper into my asshole. I glanced back at some of the men, a few of whom moved closer, yet still far enough to be unable to discern any details, apart from the fact that they now had erections. As the sun set, the water grew more and more chilly, the sun's warmth no longer as effective as it was earlier. Coach fucked me harder, an attempt to keep us warm and to finish and cum inside me more quickly. When Coach came, he picked me up, his cock still lodged inside my ass, and carried me back to our clothes. Each step coach took dislodged a bit of semen causing it to seep out of me, drip down his balls, and fall onto the sand; a trail of bread crumbs made from semen. Coach sat back down, his cock still deep in my bowels. He pulled a towel up around me and wrapped us tightly. He leaned back and lied against the rocks that were still warm. I pressed my body against Coach's and savored the shared body heat. Coach pulled me off his cock and let me rest at his side. "Look," he said, gesturing at the stars. "It's beautiful," I whispered back, my lips pressed against the side of his pectoral. His hand ran down my back, I sucked on his nipple. "Coach, are you okay with doing this with me?" "What? Watching the stars?" "Noo. Sleeping with me. Going places with me. Dating me. If you get caught, you could get fired. You could go to prison." "I'm okay with this as long as you are," he said, somewhat resignedly. "What?" "Nothing," he said, looking at the horizon that still glowed from the sun that was far beyond sight. I got up and climbed back on top of him, blocking his view of the horizon and the stars. "What?" I asked persistently. Coach smiled. The smile didn't really reach his eyes. "I'm just a bit sad. I don't think you'll want to do this much longer with me." "What makes you say that?" "I'm much older than you, and I'm also not the only person who gets to fuck you." "Do you want us to be exclusive?" I put my hands on either side of Coach's face and held it, forcing him to meet my gaze. "I don't want to force you to do anything, not when I get to do so much with you. I don't want to restrict you in any way when it's not likely I'll get to spend much more time with you." "How long did you feel like this?" "Since the first time you cornered me in my office and offered to suck my dick," Coach said; his voice was husky. I kissed him. "Why didn't you say anything?" "You were too good to be true. You're intelligent for your age, you were fun in my class, you're hot as hell, and you wanted me. I didn't know if it was going to last or if I was just a fling. If you wanted to use me, I wanted to let you." "I will." "Will what?" "I'll be exclusive with you." "Seriously?" I nodded and kissed him. "What about the other guys you're sleeping with?" "I'll explain. They'll understand." Coach grinned and kissed me back. We made out a bit more until we could barely see each other, even as close as we were to each other. "We better get going," Coach said, his lips still touching mine. "We don't want to arouse suspicion if we want to keep this going." I grunted, not letting my lips part from his. I fell asleep on the ride home. Coach stopped halfway home at a fast food joint. We ate in the car. Before we started driving again, I gave Coach a blow job. Coach dropped me off a few blocks from home. I jogged the rest of the way back to build up a sweat. I went straight to bed, worn out from our day. My last thought was how I would tell Chris and Brandon.