Date: Thu, 8 Oct 2020 07:19:57 -0400
From: Ww Ww <er14990606@gmail.com>
Subject: Coach Brown, Chapter 1

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Coach Brown, Chapter 1

	My name is Clay and I played football in high school.  At
seventeen, I was 5' 11" and 160 pounds.  I was smaller than the other
players, but being a kicker, it did not matter.  I had a good foot, and
that was all that counted.  I had better than average looks, an outgoing
personality that won many friends, and did well in the classroom in all
subjects except French. I was a confident person with only one major flaw.
I was a virgin.  Not that I wanted to be.  I worked diligently every
Saturday night with one girl or another to change that circumstance.  I
guess I always chose the wrong girl.  The most I got was a hand job.  But
when I jacked my cock in bed at night, I had a vast imagination to
stimulate me.  We shared a computer at home, which limited my use.  I was
careful about not leaving history or cookies from the porn sites that I
looked at.  In my porn assisted imagination at night I saw big breasted
girls and shaved pussies and muscular men with big dicks.  The men
fascinated me as much as the women, so I also looked at gay sites, seeing
men sucking and fucking.  I also thought of the locker room at school and
the naked guys walking to the showers, guys with a muscular chest and a big
cock swinging between their legs. Some were modest, but others seemed proud
to be naked, particularly our quarterback, Kevin, who had a locker close to
mine.  Kevin always walked to and from the shower with his towel over his
shoulder, not around his waist.  He had a body to be proud of and a dick
that seemed impressive even in its limp stage.

	Coach Brown was 32 and played tight end in college.  He also taught
history and was popular among the students.  The school annual last year
was dedicated to him.  He was a great coach who motivated and inspired his
players.  He had help me develop as a player and now I was first string. I
idolized him.  He was tall with a handsome face and a great smile, dark
hair, a powerful chest, and a flat belly.  He retained his muscular
athletic body from his college years.

	The temperature was high for our first practice in early August,
and as we were all heading for the field house, Coach Brown pulled off his
shirt and revealed a beautiful chest of well-developed pecs.  His shorts
were low on his hips and I could see the waistband of his underwear.  This
image was seared into my brain, and became the focus of my mind for many a
night as I masturbated my dick.  I kept thinking about that waistband and
the underwear beneath his shorts. I visualized him slipping down his shorts
and standing there in his underwear with the bulge of his manhood showing
so plainly.  As I got nearer to my own climax, I saw in my mind Coach Brown
dropping his underwear to show me his cock, huge while still soft, and a
big set of balls hanging beneath it.

	Coach Brown had a habit, perhaps intentional, of always stopping to
talk with a player when they were completely naked in the locker room.  As
sure as I stripped off my jack strap, he would walk up and want to give
advice or ask a question.  I exerted great self-control to keep my dick
from standing up.  Sometimes I pinched the side of my leg as a distraction.

	One Saturday I kicked the last punt of the game, and I felt
something in my leg.  I limped slightly off the field.  Afterwards the
coach came by while I was standing there naked and told me to see him about
my leg in his office when I was through with my shower. We had no trainer.
When someone was hurt, the coach gave the usual advice to ice it down when
you get home or take it easy for the next practice, so it was not unusual
for the coach to talk with a player about something like this. But all team
business was conducted in the locker room so it concerned me when Coach
Brown asked to see me in his office.  The only person I knew who was ever
invited to the Coach's office was Kevin, our quarterback for the last two
years and now a graduating senior.  This happened maybe once a week so
Kevin and the Coach could plan for the upcoming game. I was afraid that my
injury was worse than I thought and I would be replaced as the kicker.  I
showered and put on shorts and a tee shirt.  The door to the office had a
window with a blind.  I knocked and saw the Coach through the window get up
from his desk and walk over and open the door.  I entered and he shut the
door and closed the blind.

 	"I am worried about your leg," he said.  "I want to look at it."

	He motioned me to sit on the edge of his desk and he put a box
under my foot so my thigh was extended horizontally.  He put one hand on
the top of my leg just above the knee and the other on my hamstring.  He
massaged my hamstring, starting at my knee and working towards my hip.  He
got closer and closer to my crotch and I got aroused.  Here was this sexy
man with his hands on my body. He got to the edge of my shorts and kept
going.  His hands were now inside my shorts and then his fingers slipped
into my boxer shorts.  He continued kneading my muscles until he reached
the top of my leg.  Both hands were inside my underwear.  One hand was on
top of my leg at my hip and the other was holding the bottom of my leg
rubbing against my ball sack.  I was going crazy.

	Looking at my shorts, it was clear to see that my cock was hard.
Coach Brown asked, "Do you have a hard on?"

 	"Yes, sir," I answered, embarrassed by his question.

	 "Is it because I am rubbing your leg?"

 	"Yes, sir."

	 As he held his hands in place, he asked, "Do you masturbate?"

	I was surprised by the question and said nothing.  He continued,
"Do you jack your dick?" I nodded my head.

 	He chuckled and said, "Of course you do.  All guys your age do.
You probably jack off at night in bed, cum on your stomach, and clean it up
with your sock.  I use to."

	I said nothing and he just smiled for a moment. Then he told me to
take off my pants.  I stood and pushed my shorts and underwear down to my
ankles.  For a moment I thought this was part of the physical therapy he
was giving me.

	Then the Coach said, "Let me see you jack your dick.  Show me how
you do it."

	I did as he asked.  I wrapped my fingers around my hard dick and
jacked it, up and down maybe five times.  I could not believe it.  Here was
a guy that I thought about often when I jacked and now I was standing in
front of him, jacking, and he was watching.

	The Coach took the wrist of my hand holding my cock and moved it to
between his legs as he said "This is what a man's dick feels like."

	He was hard and felt huge, like a log.  I held it and squeezed it
slightly trying to feel it through the cloth of his pants.  He dropped his
pants and stood there in his boxer briefs.  His cock was hard and standing
up.  It was long and his head was visible above the waist band.  I was
feeling his dick through the material, moving up and down as if jacking
him.  I only hesitated a moment before I took my fingers and slipped them
inside the waistband of his shorts and slide them down.  His dick was free.
It was magnificent.  It was thick and my fingers did not touch when I
wrapped my hand around the shaft.

	The coach was leaning back against his desk and I was in front of
him, pulling on his cock with one hand and with the other running my
fingers through his pubic hair and cupping his hairy ball sack.  He was
watching me because I glanced up at him, and then his eyes focused on his
dick in my hand.

	He put his hand on my shoulder right at my neck and said, "Put your
mouth on it."  I was a virgin all around.  My only sexual experience had
been in my head, but that was behind me now. I had already taken a big step
when I took hold of the Coach's cock.  The desire was in me, so it was
natural for me to respond to the gentle pressure on my neck.  I went down
on one knee and I was eye level with his tool.  He was huge.  I opened my
mouth wide and closed it around the top of his shaft. I sucked it.  I took
more of it.  Then I started masturbating his dick with my closed lips,
going down until his dick head hit the back of my throat and back again.
He was in no hurry and I worked on him for minutes.  My jaw was hurting and
I took a break from sucking by jacking him, but he liked my mouth and
guided me back to his dick.

	Finally, he says, "When I cum, I want you to swallow me.
Understand?"  I moaned a positive reply.  Then it came, a rush of his juice
in my mouth.  I swallowed.  My mouth filled again, and I swallowed a second
time.

	I lingered a moment, savoring the wonder of what had just happened.
My first sexual experience was a whirlwind, sucking Coach Brown and
swallowing cum.  I stood up.

	The coach then said, "A good favor deserves one in return," and he
bent over and took my dick into his mouth.  It was heaven. Pleasure seemed
to sweep through my body. It was something that I had never experienced
before. I knew I would not last long.  His mouth felt so wonderful on my
dick.  Then he raised his head.  With one arm he pulled me against him and
with the other he began to jack.  I put my arm around his waist and we
stood there, hip to hip. He worked my dick perhaps four times. My climax
was close.  I squeezed his body against mine and then I shot cum into the
air and on the floor.

	"Nice," he said, seeming to approve of my heavy load and the
distance it traveled.  He had cum on his hand from jacking me, and he
raised his hand to his mouth and sucked my cum off of his finger.

	We were still in a partial embrace and he turned and put his other
arm around me.  He was taller than me, so I am looking up into his face.

	With a soft and gentle voice, he said "I did not expect this to
happen.  I believe we both enjoyed it.  This is a special thing between us,
and you are a very special person. I hope we can do it again."

	Then he lowered his face to mine and our lips touched.  Electricity
went through my body, my eyes closed, and we kissed.  I felt his lips part
and I followed. Our tongues intertwined.  He loosened his embrace and said
that we should close the place up.  He gestured with his head toward my cum
on the floor and said that he would clean it up later.  After locking the
door to the gym, he headed to the parking lot.  I lived two blocks away and
walked to and from school, so I headed home, excited, with my head filled
with thoughts of what had happened.

To be continued.