Date: Wed, 9 Dec 2020 07:54:11 -0500 From: Ww Ww Subject: Westside High School Football This story shares characters with another story I posted on Nifty entitled Coach Brown. The current story stands alone and you don't need to read Coach Brown to understand and enjoy Westside High School Football. This story is a product of my imagination. This story describes sex between males of legal consent. If sex between men offend you, read no further. The author retains all rights to this work. I welcome your comments. I am WW at er14990606@gmail.com. This story is brought to you by Nifty, a not-for-profit entity, providing interested parties with entertainment and pleasure. If you enjoy reading Nifty, please support it. Westside High School Football, Chapter One David Brown was an eighteen year old college freshman when he and his roommate, Roger, had a jerk off session. As they said when it happened, it was to help each other out, to lend a friend a hand. Those jerk off sessions continued and, as they did, things progressed until they were sucking, fucking, kissing, and sleeping snuggled in the same bed. It lasted for four years, and during those four years, David Brown lost his heart. At graduation he confessed his love but it was not returned. Roger turned and walked away. David Brown soon became Coach Brown of Westside High School. His life goal was to be a high school football coach and a history teacher, and he had achieved it. He was happy in many ways. He loved his job. But there were times when sad memories of the past came back. One of those times was after an early fall football practice, and a player, Tim Fairbanks, witnessed it. Tim Fairbanks was a high school junior and second string on the Westside football team. He was hoping for a lot of play time this season in anticipation of being first string next year after the departure of all the seniors. Tim had been slow coming in off the practice field and had taken his time in the shower. With the slamming of the door, his last teammate had left and he was alone in the locker room. He tied his shoes, put a brush through his hair one more time, picked up his bag and headed toward the door. As he walked by the coach’s office, he heard a sound. He stopped and then he heard it again. It sounded like a sob, like someone was crying in the coach’s office. The blinds were closed in the window of the door. Tim turned the handle and cracked open the door. There was Coach Brown, sitting on the edge of his desk with his hands to his face. With the open door, Tim could hear clearly the coach faintly crying. Tim was a caring and empathic person so it was in his nature to offer comfort to someone who was hurting. He closed the door behind him and walked to the desk. “Coach, are you alright? Can I do something?” David Brown lowered his hands and tears were running down his cheeks. “I’ve lost someone I love” Tim’s parents had died in a car wreck when he was very young, and he lived with his grandmother. He misunderstood Coach Brown’s loss, but the grief was the same and very real. Tim put his arm around the coach’s shoulder and said “I’ve lost someone too. It hurts. I think it will always hurt, but it gets better.” Coach says softly “Hold me close” and Tim wrapped his arms around him. The Coach put his arms around Tim and returned the embrace. The feel of a man’s arms around him gave the coach comfort. It calmed him. For Tim being in the arms of a man was both comforting and exciting. It was something he could hardly remember, the arms of his father holding him. The sight and sound of the coach’s tears caused an emotional response in Tim. With thoughts of his parents, Tim began to cry as well. They stood there together, holding each other, their heads side to side. Coach Brown felt the heave of Tim’s body. He heard Tim’s soft sobs. The Coach pulled his head back to look at Tim in the face. He smiled and said “Now it’s my turn to say things will get better” He took his finger and wiped the tears from Tim’s cheeks. Tim had a look of need in his eyes. Then it was Tim who said “Hold me again.” They stood there in a tight embrace. Something was happening that neither of them understood or expected. There had been emotional distress, followed by a mutual comforting. The emotional intimacy created by their embrace grew more physical. Tim rubbed his hand across the Coach’s back as a gesture of comfort, but he could not ignore the feel of the muscular back that he was holding. The coach, in turn, sensed their difference in size and how his arms seemed to enveloped this boy’s body. It excited him. The coach’s hand moved across the small of Tim’s back. The coach was embarrassed that his cock was growing hard and that Tim would feel it. He didn’t know that Tim’s own dick was hard as well. Tim moved his hips ever so slightly and pressed his crotch against the coach’s. He thought he felt something hard. He pushed some more. The coach understood what was happening, and he lowered his hand to Tim’s bottom and pushed their hard cocks closer together. The coach pulled his head back and looked at Tim in the face. Again, he saw the look of need in the young man’s eyes. He wanted to kiss him, but he dared not. Then Tim’s eyes closed. He was standing there, waiting for a kiss, the kiss that the coach had not dared just a moment before. They kissed. It was gentle. Their lips parted and came together again but this time with the passion that had built up in their bodies as they embraced. The coach took Tim’s arm from around him and moved it between their bodies. He placed it on the coach’s hard cock, and the coach said “Hold this.” As Tim’s hand felt the hard cock under the coach’s gym shorts, his eyes grew wide with wonder. The coach’s dick seemed so large and thick. The Coach then put his own hand on Tim’s crotch and found his dick hard and standing up, just as he had suspected. After a few moments, the coach lifted Tim’s tee shirt up and over his head and discarded it. He saw a beautiful body, more man than boy, but still young. Tim was six feet, 160. He hadn’t discovered the weight room and his muscular definition was his own, a gift of nature. The Coach rubbed the back of his hand across Tim’s smooth chest before putting a hand on each shoulder and running his hands down Tim’s arms. He was blond and fair with what seemed like flawless skin. Tim stood there with his arms to his side. The Coach put his fingers in the waistband of Tim’s shorts and pushed them down, beyond his hips and over his bottom to where there was nothing to hold them up. They dropped to the floor. Tim’s six-inch cock was pointing skyward, nestled in short, straight light brown hair. Underneath it was a large set of hairless balls. Coach Brown wrapped his fingers around Tim’s shaft while he cupped his ball sack with the other hand. Tim emitted a barely audible gasp. This was so wonderful and strange. Tim had jerked off a few times with a friend, but his friend had never touched Tim’s dick. Coach Brown’s hand was the first to ever hold him like this. As the Coach slowly moved his hand up and down Tim’s shaft, the Coach leaned over and kissed Tim again. The Coach pulled his own shirt off and stood before Tim. Tim touched his chest. It became an exploration of Coach Brown’s body. Tim felt the well-formed pecs, the tight stomach with its visible six-pack of muscles. He ran his hands up the Coach’s sides, going from his smaller waist upward and outward to his broad muscular shoulders. He held each bicep and then ran his fingers across the few hairs that peeped from the Coach’s armpits. The Coach moved his arms away from his side and Tim buried his fingers in the generous hair of the Coach’s pits. Tim was aroused by the hair of this man when he himself was nearly hairless. Tim noticed the Coach’s hard erect nipples. He touched them and realized their sensitivity by the Coach’s reaction. He put his lips on one and sucked softly. Then he gently nibbled it with his teeth. The Coach moaned. Tim moved to the other nipple and did the same. Tim dropped to his knees and pulled the Coach’s shorts to the floor. He stared at the gorgeous cock before him, long and thick. Tim was inexperienced, a virgin in many ways. His actions were from some primitive instinct, some unconscious passion. Tim put his face into the coach’s crotch and moved his head from left to right, rubbing his face on the big cock there, as if to mark himself with the Coach’s scent, to make himself the Coach’s own. Tim put his mouth around the Coach’s dick and took as much as he could. His jaw felt the tension of being opened so wide. The back of his throat felt the head of the cock, preventing him from taking more. But with great joy he sucked and licked and mouthed as much as he could handle. The Coach gave him approval, telling him it was good, that it felt so great. There was a blanket thrown over the back of the desk chair. The Coach spread it on top of the desk, lifted Tim in his arms and laid him down on his back with his bottom at the edge. He lifted Tim’s legs up and pushed his cock against Tim’s crack. He hunched and his dick slid up and down the crack, rubbing against Tim’s hole. Then the Coach reached forward with his right hand and offered two fingers to Tim, pushing on his lips. Tim opened his mouth and took the fingers, sucking them while rubbing his tongue against them just like he had done with the Coach’s cock. Coach was preparing Tim, and the first step was inserting these spit-covered fingers into Tim’s virgin hole. He began to finger fuck him slowly. Then he lowered his mouth to Tim’s dick. In a coordinated fashion, the Coach’s lips went down Tim’s shaft while his fingers went up Tim’s hole. He pulled back with his finger and slid his lips up to Tim’s dick head before going down and deep again. Tim was nearly delirious with pleasure. The Coach withdrew his fingers, spit into his hand and wet his dick before placing it against Tim’s tight puckered hole. The coach entered him completely with one slow movement. Tim felt two conflicting sensations—pain and pleasure—simultaneously. He softly cried out from the pain, and Coach Brown said “It will get better. Just wait a moment.” The Coach stood still, moving only his hands as he caressed Tim’s body. Then he began to slowly stroke Tim’s cock. The Coach was right. The feeling of the big cock in Tim’s bottom changed from painful to comfortable to pleasurable. Tim said “I’m ready. Fuck me. Please fuck me.” Their coupling was more than simple lust. It had a deeper meaning for both of them. Tim had been denied the attention and affection of a male in his life. The coach was giving him that in a way that he never expected. For the coach, it was making him whole again. He had not been with anyone since Roger. Tim was not Roger and the nature of their coupling was not the same, but David Brown needed physical intimacy with a male and Tim offered it. Coach Brown felt restored. The Coach gladly fulfilled Tim’s request. He began to fucked him with gentle thrusts, his cock moving back and forth in Tim’s tunnel while he jerked Tim’s cock. These two actions fed upon each other and seemed to merge into a wave of pleasure flowing through Tim’s body. The Coach moved his hands to Tim’s legs, holding them in the air. He moved faster now, and Tim’s body rocked on the desk from the power of the Coach’s hunches. Tim now had his dick in his own hand and furiously jacked it. The Coach came first, and he slammed Tim’s bottom with his hips as streams of cum filled Tim’s gut. Soon after the office was filled with the Tim’s cry of “Oh, Oh, Oh.” His climax was the most intense he had ever had and, it covered his chest with ribbons of sperm. The next time the coach took Tim’s hole, Tim was standing, bent over with his arms and face on the desk, his back arched, and his bottom in the air. It was in that position that the coach fucked Tim for the next two years. Westside High School Football, Chapter Two Nine years later, Tim Fairbanks was in his office. His cock was vertical and hard in his pants as he stared at his computer. It wasn't porn on the screen. It was a job posting for a football coach and teacher at Westside High School in Flagstaff, Arizona. Tim Fairbanks' mind remembered when he played football at Westside. Tim's dick remembered when he was fucked by Coach Brown. Tim now was a high school coach himself, living in Southern California. He had changed some since high school, growing more handsome as he matured. He had a lean, muscular body with blond hair and blue eyes. He seemed to be the object of at least one crush each year from a senior girl. Tim married after college, and he hadn't been with another guy since then. He told himself that it was something from the past, some youthful fun and exploration. A phase of life common to lots of other guys who jerk off together and sometimes do more. Nevertheless, thoughts of his fun times with the coach crossed Tim's mind frequently. They were exciting memories that made him hard, and he usually responded by standing over the toilet in the restroom, jacking his cock. He flushed a lot of loads down the toilet in the years since he left Westside. He had no family of his own, but his wife had a sister and an aging mother in Flagstaff. As a couple, they decided to move closer to his wife's family. Tim submitted an application online. Three days later in the late afternoon, he got a call from Coach Brown who wanted to arrange a day and time for an interview. Tim asked the coach about the competition, and Coach Brown said that Tim was at the top of the list because he was an alum of the school. Tom talked about wanting to move to Flagstaff to be closer to family. He asked the Coach why he was leaving. Coach Brown said "I've been here ten years and really enjoy it, but I want to do something different. Some new adventure. I'm moving to Vancouver. It's a great city; it is on the water; lots of recreational activities." Tim thought Coach Brown's explanation seemed incomplete, as if he was holding something back, but he didn't probe. As he hung up, his dick was hard again. It was late and everyone had gone home. He locked his office door, dropped his pants, pulled up his shirt, and laid back in his chair. He was going to enjoy his erection and think of the old days at Westside. Tim admired his cock. It was six inches of straight flesh topped with a head bigger than his shaft. His body was smooth and only had a light covering of hair at the base of his tool. Below it were two symmetrical hairless balls. As Tim's memory took him to that first climax with Coach Brown's cock buried in his hole, Tim's hand took him to climax there in his office. He shot jet after jet of cum across his stomach and chest. Tim's dick softened that afternoon after his jack session, but for the next week his mind remained possessed with thoughts of his sexual adventures in high school with Coach Brown. It was the same the evening before his trip. Tim was going to see Coach Brown, and he wondered if it would be like old times. Would there be a physical attraction? Would there be a desire to revisit the past? At times he hoped it would. At other times he dismissed it. But hope won out in Tim's thoughts, and he slipped a small bottle of lube in his shaving kit as he packed for his trip to Flagstaff. Tim planned to fly in early for the morning interview and take a late afternoon flight home. The principal was making the hiring decision, but Coach Brown and the head of social studies also sat in on the interview. The interview began with handshakes all around. Tim sat across from the others. Coach Brown looked great. He still looked the same despite a few years' time. He was the tallest in the room at 6 foot 2. He wore his dark hair short. His powerful shoulders and chest were evident under his suit coat. On the other hand, Coach Brown saw differences in Tim. He was no longer eighteen but now was twenty-seven. Tim's natural muscular definition had been enhanced by time in the gym. His blond hair had not darkened. His blue eyes could still charm you with their gaze. The Coach thought to himself, "He was hot at eighteen but he's gorgeous at twenty-seven." The principal did most of the talking but asked for questions from his two companions. After the formal interview, the principal led a tour of the athletic facilities, showing the familiar football field, walking through the locker room, pointing out the office and equipment storage. They walked pass the office without entering, because the principal wanted to show off the weight room and the equipment that the booster club and the PTA had just purchased. The interview ended with Tim and the principal standing at the front entry of the school building. Tim said he had some time left and asked if he could stroll around the campus before heading to the airport. The principal thought it a good idea and said he was welcome to do so. Tim's stroll was actually a beeline back to the athletic facilities. He stood in front of the coach's office and looked through the open blinds in the window. There was Coach Brown at his desk. He knocked and the Coach waved him in. The two old acquaintances agreed that the interview went well, and the coach thought the principal was impressed. They were both standing, and while Coach Brown talked, Tim walked around the old and battered oak desk. "You still have this old desk" Tim commented. Coach Brown said, "Yes, it was here when I arrived. Hopefully, it will be yours." Tim reached out and rubbed his finger on a spot. It was a gouge in the top from years ago, even before Coach Brown's arrival. Tim said "Nostalgia is a powerful sentiment. Many try to recapture the past unsuccessfully." He put his finger back at the spot on the desk. He continued "I used to stare at this spot when I was leaning over the desk while you fucked me." He looked at the Coach and asked "Do you think people can truly recapture a moment in the past?" Coach Brown said "I would like to try." He walked to the door, locked it, and closed the blinds. As they put their arms around each other, their lips met. It was a passionate kiss. Both their cocks hardened when Tim walked into the office, so now as they pressed their crotches together there were two hard and long objects between them. Tim had on a suit and tie. The Coach took Tim's jacket off his shoulders and threw it aside and said "You have too many clothes on." "I can deal with that" said Tim as he swiftly started to strip. The Coach followed, and soon they stood there together, naked with two hard dicks showing their lust and desire. Tim gave a sly smile at the Coach and then gave him the lube that he had brought with him. "You will need to use this. It's been a long time for me." Tim was once the Coach's fuck boy, and the role came back to him instinctively. He dropped to his knees and sucked the Coach's big cock into his throat. He had forgotten how much he loved a dick in his mouth, and he sucked and licked the one before him. After taking as much of the big thing down his throat as he could, he moved his lips to the tip where he swirled his tongue around the Coach's cock head. Coach Brown let Tim do what he so eagerly wanted, enjoying Tim's warm wet mouth and tongue. Then the Coach pulled him up and went down on one knee to give back to Tim some of the pleasure that he had received. The Coach rose and turned Tim around to face the desk. Tim bent over and arched his back, offering his ass to the Coach. There in front of him was the spot he had pointed out just minutes before. The Coach used the lube on his cock and rubbed some on Tim's hole. Tim felt the Coach's big member press against his hole. His door hadn't been used for a long time and it was slow to open. There was pain, but Tim forgot about it when entry was complete. He had the Coach's big beautiful dick inside him. It all came back to him. The feeling. The wanting. The Coach soon answered his wanting when he started to travel up and down Tim's canal, almost leaving and then going to its furthest depths. They fucked, fucked like the old days, with the Coach working his hips and Tim working his own cock. "Oh, it feels so good. I'm coming, Coach, I'm coming!" exclaimed Tim, and then ribbons of cum shot from his dick and puddled on the floor before the desk. The Coach's climax was soon after. The thrusts were harder and deeper, and in Tim's mind he could feel the Coach's seed shooting into him. Tim was pleased. He had given the Coach his boy pussy again and the Coach, in turn, had left him a gift which remained even after the Coach withdrew his softening cock. There were kisses and affectionate words. After dressing, there was a long hug, a peck on the lips, and goodbye. Tim stood in the parking lot next to his rental car. His mind was filled with thoughts and questions. His desire for man sex had come roaring back into his life. Was it just today? Will it be with him tomorrow? He smiled to himself for he knew the answer. Yes, it was something he wanted and something he needed. He was pleased and content. He also knew that jacking off in the restroom was not going to be enough. He flew home that evening full of sexual energy. That night he had terrific sex with his wife. When they were through, she said "If this is what Flagstaff does to you, I am glad we are moving there." He answered "Me too." TO BE CONTINUED This story shares characters with another story I posted on Nifty entitled Coach Brown. The current story stands alone and you don't need to read Coach Brown to understand and enjoy Westside High School Football. This story is a product of my imagination. This story describes sex between males of legal consent. If sex between men offend you, read no further. The author retains all rights to this work. I welcome your comments. I am WW at er14990606@gmail.com. This story is brought to you by Nifty, a not-for-profit entity, providing interested parties with entertainment and pleasure. If you enjoy reading Nifty, please support it. Westside High School Football, Chapter Three It was the second week of August football practice. School was to start after Labor Day and the first football game was the following Friday night. Tim Fairbanks had gotten the job. He found the adjustment easy. Coach Brown had left everything in good shape. Tim was pleased with the team. The team was equally pleased with their new coach, particularly since he was formerly a player for the Westside High Bulldogs. Coach Fairbanks liked to stand in front of his office after he and the team came in from the field. The guys were stripping down and taking showers. It was eye candy for Coach Fairbanks. He enjoyed looking at the naked bodies, young and strong. The guys' behavior was insight into their personalities. Some were modest and always faced their lockers to minimize the exposure of their naked bodies. It was a shame, thought the coach, because there were some sexy looking asses, and he wanted to see the cocks that went with them. Others were freer and unconcerned, which allowed the coach a glimpse of their soft cocks and balls hanging beneath. Three players got the coach's attention that day. One was Wally. He was a huge lineman, big enough to play college ball somewhere. He was big but not fat. He seemed to be all muscle. Wally was an enthusiastic player and was always yelling encouragement to the others. He had lungs that matched his chest, and he would let out a sound that was something between a roar and a scream, followed by "Bulldogs!" Another player caught in Coach Fairbanks' gaze that day was Jason, the quarterback. He was good, with fast legs and a great arm. He was six foot one with dark hair that he wore just long enough for it to curl in soft ringlets. Of all the players on the team, Jason had the most noticeable treasure trail, that line of hair between the navel and the crotch. He was clean shaven but with a shadow that indicated a heavy beard. This made him look older than his 18 years. Despite his good looks and talent, he was also surprising humble, with none of the obnoxious swagger that a high school quarterback often has. Finally, there was Clay, the team's star kicker. He was good looking and his time in the weight room had given him a nice muscular definition. He was self-confident and an easy talker. He was a comedian, not a clown. Everyone laughed with him, not at him. He wrote a humor column for the school newspaper, and always had a joke to tell. Clay was hard to figure out for Coach Fairbanks. Clay's conversation was filled with compliments and teases, as if Clay was flirting with him in a masculine way. One day he was telling the Coach some long crazy tale, and the Coach said "Clay, you're such a bullshitter." The reply back was "I know. Isn't it wonderful?" Followed by a laugh. Clay was a peacock. He was the first to strip off his clothes and the last to get dressed. He paraded around the locker room naked. He had good reason to do so, because he had a nice body and a long thick cock that looked impressive even when soft. The coach wondered what it looked like hard. Of course, Coach Fairbanks thought this about most of the players, but Clay more so, because if it was that long soft then it must be a monster hard. This day Clay stood around naked, talked with Jason, and then headed off to the showers with a towel over his shoulder. Coach Fairbanks went into his office and sat down on his stool at his worktable to do a few things on his computer. Sometime later there was a knock on the door, and there stood Clay looking through the window. He had showered and was wearing a tee shirt and shorts. The Coach waved him in. While the Coach turned his face back to the monitor, Clay closed the door, locked it, and shut the blinds. The Coach didn't notice. Coach Fairbanks stood up and said "How's it going?" Clay said "Coach, I have something wrong with my leg." Clay lifted his leg and put his foot on the stool, so that his thigh was parallel to the floor. He said, "It's right here" as he took the Coach's hand and slid it into the leg of his shorts. Coach gave the leg a squeeze and asked "Is that it?" Clay responded "It's a little further up." The Coach glanced up at Clay's face, looked down, and then moved his hand further into the shorts to where it was no longer visible. "Is this it?" said the Coach as he lightly squeezed the muscle on the top of his leg. "It's a little further up" Clay responded. Clay was free balling. No underwear. The only thing in his shorts was a dick, a set of balls, and the Coach's hand. Coach stared at Clay's shorts with his hand up the pants leg. Clay had raging erection, and it was obvious. There was a huge bulge in his shorts as his cock strained against the fabric. Clay watched the Coach, who was looking down. Coach's eyes shifted from his hand to the bulge and back to his hand. Then Clay felt the hand slide further up his leg and take hold of his hard cock. There was silence as the Coach's fingers gripped the shaft of his player's rigid dick. Then the Coach lifted his head, looked at Clay with his beautiful blue eyes, and smiled. "Clay," he said "I found the root of your problem. It was just a little further up." The Coach was excited. He had wondered about the soft cock that Clay showed off so proudly. Aroused, it was hard and firm, yet the skin covering it was soft to the touch. The Coach liked what he had in his hand, and he kept it there as he asked "You came in here with no underwear and pushed my hand up your pants. What do you expect to happen next?" "I was hoping to make your dick hard" and Clay reached over and confirmed his expectations. The Coach's dick was hard and running down the leg of his shorts. Suddenly the Coach turned his head to the door, realizing they were both holding hard dicks in view of anyone outside in the hall. Clay said "Don't worry. I locked the door and closed the blinds." Looking at Clay again, the Coach asked "And what happens next?" "I'm going to suck your cock and swallow your cum." The Coach withdrew his hand from Clay's shorts and dropped his own shorts to the floor. He was in full erection. A long straight shaft and a large helmet. His pubes were short, straight and brown. His balls were two round orbs in a hairless sac. Clay did the same, and took off his shorts. "You've got a beautiful cock" said Clay as he reached with both hands, one cupping the Coach's balls and the other taking hold of the rigid dick pointing upward. He put his lips over the helmet and held them there as he ran his tongue over it. Then he took the Coach's cock completely, all of it, with his face buried in the brown pubes. The Coach moaned with surprise and pleasure. Clay could take it all but could not sustain it that way. He backed off and began to suck in earnest. His head bobbed up and down on the Coach's dick several times, and then he backed his mouth off and asked "You liked that, didn't you?" He didn't wait for the answer and got back to sucking. The Coach answered with a "Yes." Clay was using all of the oral skills he had developed to give the Coach an unbelievable blowjob. The Coach was enjoying it, with his hands on the shoulders of the young athlete kneeling before him. Clay broke off his sucking again to say "Your cock is a perfect fit for my mouth." Then he resumed his task of licking and sucking. The Coach laughed to himself because Clay was such a talker that he can't suck a dick without interpreting it with conversation. Clay sucked some more. Then he paused to say and ask "Coach Brown fucked me. Did he fuck you too?" Coach Fairbanks was surprised with Clay's words, but this was an answer to a question Tim Fairbanks had asked himself. Did Coach Brown play with other students? Was there a player on the current team that had had sex with David Brown? Now he knew. Tim answered "Yes." Despite the interruption for conversation, Clay had sucked Coach Fairbanks close to climax. He began to buck his hips. Clay moved back to where just the tip of the Coach's cock was in his mouth. He wanted the cum on his tongue where he could taste it, not in the back of his throat. Suddenly Clay's mouth filled with cum. He swallowed. This repeated three times. Clay was pleased with the size of the Coach's load. Then he took the cock out of his mouth and with his hand squeeze it from root to tip, pushing out the last drop of cum, which he sucked into his mouth. The Coach pulled Clay up to a standing position and said "I like cock too." He dropped to his knees and slurped Clay's dick into his mouth. Clay was a great cocksucker, but the Coach was no novice, and he proceeded to pleasure Clay with his mouth and tongue far beyond what Clay expected. Clay, forever with the words, told the Coach how he felt with moans and words of encouragement and words of thanks. He came with a torrent of juice matching the Coach's own climax. Clay had been the initiator of their sex but the Coach concluded it by pulling Clay into his arms and kissing him. Then the Coach said softly in his ear "Next time I am going to fuck you." They were both ready the next day, but obligations of one or the other delayed their next meeting in the Coach' office for several days. When they met it was hot and passionate, with clothes throw off, arms around each other, lips and tongues together. Clay sucked the Coach's dick as before, followed by Coach Fairbanks doing the same. They were both charged and ready. Clay leaned over on the table. It was the position that Clay had taken for Coach Brown and the position that Tim Fairbanks had also taken for Coach Brown but years before. Penetration was exhilarating for them both. Clay had been initiated into a world of sex and was trained to be a bottom by his former mentor and coach. It was a role he loved. Now he had new cock and it belonged to his new coach. Coach Fairbanks had discovered on his team a good-looking, athletic, virile youth who wanted his dick, who wanted to please him, who wanted his seed. The fuck was long and physical and noisy. There was the sound of the Coach's crotch slapping against Clay's bottom. There was the scrapping sound of desk legs inching across the floor from the Coach's forceful thrusts. There were Clay's moans and cries that grew louder and louder. Finally, the Coach reached forward and put his hand over Clay's mouth, muffling the continuing groans caused by the movement of dick in Clay's hole. They came together. The Coach depositing a flood of cum into Clay's gut. Clay spraying the floor with his juice. After breathing slowed and cocks softened, Coach Fairbanks told Clay he had to be quieter if case someone was outside in the hall. Clay responded "I'll be quiet next time. I promise." The Coach was taken aback. It was not the sound of the peacock that swaggered around the locker room. Maybe the fucking had changed him. Clay sounded like a boy telling his father he would behave. Several days later they were in the office again. They were naked and Clay was sucking on the Coach's cock. The Coach asked "Clay, do you fuck?' Clay took the dick out of his mouth and said "Sure. I fuck girls and I fuck guys. I even fucked Coach Brown once." That answered gripped Coach Fairbanks' mind. Clay fucked David Brown, the man who had fucked him so many times. He tried to imagine Coach Brown, the ultimate top, submitting to Clay, taking Clay's cock, accepting his cum. Tim thought of himself in that role, fucking his mentor and sex ed teacher. It did not take long for Tim to transfer his arousal to Clay, the boy beneath him, sucking on his dick. Tim wanted Clay to fuck him, fuck him like he fucked the coach. Tim Fairbanks took his turn sucking dick which was the usual preliminary to Clay taking the Coach' nice cock up his ass. Coach Fairbanks said to Clay "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like you fucked Coach Brown." Clay took the cushions off the old couch and put them on the floor. He positioned Coach Fairbanks on his back. Clay raised the Coach's legs and smiled when he saw a hairless crack. Clay put his dick against the pink puckered sphincter and eased the head in. He moved his hips forward and his cock disappeared from view. It was now buried deep inside Coach Fairbanks. The Coach exhaled. He had been holding his breath as he waited to be penetrated, not out of concern but because of excited anticipation. He was going to be fucked, and the cock inside him felt so good. He was going to be fucked by one of his players with a dick that had fucked Coach Brown. Clay was above the Coach, braced on his two arms. The Coach's legs were up in the air and leaning on Clay's shoulders. Clay started slowly and increasingly fucked faster and harder. The pleasure in Tim's hole followed Clay's movements. The faster and harder he was fucked, the greater and greater the pleasure. The Coach talked to Clay. He didn't plead to be fucked or beg for it harder like a bottom. The Coach gave instruction, much like Coach Brown had, telling Clay to fuck him good, telling Clay to breed him, ordering him to give him cum. The Coach's hand was jerking his cock. "I'm coming" he said. "Come with me." Ropes of spunk shot from the Coach's cock and landed on his chest. Soon Clay declared "Now me!" and pumped the Coach's gut full of his own sperm. The Coach lowered his legs and pulled Clay down upon his cum covered chest. He put his arms around Clay's back and locked his ankles over Clay's legs. Clay was in the tight grip of the Coach, and Clay liked the feeling. Coach Fairbanks said "You're a good fuck. You did great. We will do it again, but don't think you are the Coach's stud. Remember always, you are my pussy boy, and your mouth and your hole are mine. Do you understand?" Clay liked it when the Coach talked that way to him. He answered in a respectful way "Yes, sir" and laid his head on the Coach's shoulder. TO BE CONTINUED This story shares characters with another story I posted on Nifty entitled Coach Brown. The current story stands alone and you don't need to read Coach Brown to understand and enjoy Westside High School Football. This story is a product of my imagination. This story describes sex between males of legal consent. If sex between men offend you, read no further. The author retains all rights to this work. I welcome your comments. I am WW at er14990606@gmail.com. This story is brought to you by Nifty, a not-for-profit entity, providing interested parties with entertainment and pleasure. If you enjoy reading Nifty, please support it. Westside High School Football, Chapter Four Clay told the Coach that his mouth and pussy were his, but he did not mean exclusively. Clay still had an unfinished project. To bed Jason the quarterback. Clay thought Jason was doable and not some quixotic endeavor. He had good reason to think so. Jason stared at his dick constantly. Jason stared across the aisle when Clay undressed and stood around naked. He watched him walk off to the showers, and he watched him as he made his naked walk back up the hall from the showers. Clay looked at Jason the entire walk back, but never made eye contact. That was because Jason's eyes were focused three and one-half feet lower. More proof to Clay was Jason's reactions when he stepped across the aisle and stood naked close to him. He was nervous and uncomfortable. Clay decided intuitively that the nervousness was desire, not repulsion. The opportunity to confront the issue came unexpectedly. Clay had spent additional time on the field after practice. His kick was off. He was determined to make a set number of successful field goals before he quit. He was trying to reset his muscle memory. At the same time, Coach Fairbanks had detained Jason longer than usual to talk about some new plays. Clay was drying himself from a shower while Jason was just getting dressed, when Coach Fairbanks came out of the office. He announced that he was off to a meeting, no one else was there, and that when they left to shut the door firmly. It would lock behind them. Clay took his towel, wrapped it around his waist and walked across the aisle to Jason's locker. There were two benches. Jason sat on one and Clay sat on the other. Jason seemed more relax and comfortable with Clay so close. It was probably because of the towel that covered Clay's crotch. "Can we talk" asked Clay. "Sure. What's up" replied Jason. "I have a lot to say. I hope you will listen" answered Clay. He continued "I like to be naked." "Everyone on the team knows that," says Jason "I'm an exhibitionist, I will admit it. I like people to see me, to look at me, and it excites me. I like guys to look at my body, particularly my cock. I know that guys look at it. They usually keep their heads down, but they shift their eyes and watch my dick go by. I can guess why. Its nearly five inches long soft and it's got a big head on it. I'm proud of it." Jason was quiet. The conversation was too close to home. He just sat there with a neutral expression on his face. "Jason, you stare at me. You don't think I see, but I do. You stare at my dick. I see you looking across the aisle when I am at my locker. When I am coming back from the shower, you have your eyes on my dick all the way up the hall. All guys look at other men's dicks. To size up the competition, so they say. But I think you have more interest than that." Jason continued to look at Clay had a blank look on his face. There was no protest nor agreement. Clay continued "But when I come close to you naked, offering you a good look, you get tense and uncomfortable. You want to look but you don't. Maybe it's because we are in a room filled with others. Maybe you don't want me to notice your interest in it. Well, I have noticed already. And right now, the locker room is empty. So, I am going to open my towel, and you can look at my cock up close. No one will see you." Jason did not move. He said nothing. Then Clay untucked the towel from his waist, picked up each end, and opened it. He spread the towel out on each side of him. There before Jason was the object of Clay's conversation. Clay's balls sat on the edge of the bench and his cock hung down below his balls. Even soft it had a nice girth and at the end of his shaft was a large head, that resembled a helmet or a mushroom. When Clay opened his towel, Jason moved his eyes downward. He remained in that position with his eyes focused on Clay's dick. The expression on his face had not changed, but Clay knew that Jason was hypnotized by what he saw. He was frozen in place. Clay was engaged in a verbal seduction of Jason, and it was working. A crucial point was opening the towel. It was a success. Jason didn't protest, or get up and leave, or punch Clay in the jaw. Jason sat there and stared. Clay continued "I don't know who has the biggest cock on the team, but I have the biggest one when soft, because I looked at everybody in the shower. I guess all cocks are different. Some may grow a lot between soft and hard. Some may stay the same length but just get hard. As for me, my dick grows a good two inches and gets thicker. That makes it about seven. I like to trim my pubes short to show it off." A crucial step in Clay's plan was next. He said to Jason "You can hold it." Jason said nothing. He took his hand, reached over and slid his fingers between Clay's cock and balls. He cradled Clay's soft dick in his hand, still focusing his eyes on it. Clay continued "Jason, you have more than curiosity about my cock. I bet you think about it when we are not in the locker room. Like at night in bed while you are jacking your dick. I bet you think of it hard and how it would feel in your hand." Clay paused for a moment before continuing "I can't believe I have been talking this much about dicks and my own cock kept soft. But I feel it growing now. You are holding me so you are feeling it too. You can feel it thicken. You are watching it lengthen right now." Clay was right about his cock. He was getting hard. Jason kept his hand on Clay's dick as it grew. He now had his fingers around the shaft. When Clay was at full length, Jason began to pull on it as if jacking. Clay was not through. He said "I have a confession. At night when I am in bed jacking the cock in your hand, I think of you. I think of your body. I think of your hard cock." Jason finally raised his eyes off of Clay's hard cock and looked at Clay with a slight smile on his face. Clay knew that Jason must have an erection. How could he not? Jason was jacking Clay's big hard dick. Clay said "Jason, stand up and pull down your shorts, and I will give you an experience you will never forget." Jason did as he was asked, and Clay was right. Jason had a beautiful erection, not as long as Clay, but of good length. It pointed straight from Jason's body and below hung a set of hairy balls. Clay dropped to his knees and put his warm wet mouth around Jason's hard cock. "Oh, fuck!" exclaimed Jason. He had never had a mouth, either male or female, on his dick before. He couldn't believe the pleasure that radiated from his cock to his whole body. His hands went to Clay's head, not to forcefully push it onto his dick but just to hold it as if in thanks for what it was doing. Clay was committed to use all his oral skills to overwhelm Jason, to give Jason what he had promised, "an experience he would never forget." Clay sucked and licked Jason's tool. He ran his tongue around the head. He licked the shaft from bottom to top. He took each ball into his mouth. But mostly he sucked and sucked. Clay head went up and down, masturbating Jason with his lips. The end was near. Jason moaned and Clay sensed Jason's cock swelling in his mouth. Clay's mouth filled with cum, he swallowed, and it filled again. Jason's jism tasted great, and Clay liked that he had it in his stomach. Jason was standing there, seemingly frozen, slowly coming down from a state of ecstasy. Without it registering what he was seeing, he saw Clay walk back across the aisle, put on shorts and a tee shirt, pick up his gym bag, and walk out, throwing his towel in the hamper at the door. Jason stood there alone with his softening cock, marveling at what had happened to him. Clay's seduction had worked perfectly, but it was not complete. There was still the matter of reciprocity. Clay wanted Jason to suck him, but he thought today was too soon. If he forced the issue, Jason might baulk or do it grudgingly. He wanted Jason to do it out of desire. Clay underestimated the power of his suck. By the next morning, Jason was Clay's best friend. Or more accurately, Clay's mouth was suddenly Jason's best friend. When walking to first period, Clay heard "Clay, hold up." Jason ran up the hall so they could walk together to class. In class Clay sat at the back of the second row and Jason was in the front of row three. In the middle of the class, Jason turned around and looked at Clay and smiled. In the cafeteria at lunch, Clay saw Jason walking through the tables looking around. When he saw Clay, he came and sat down. When lunch period was ending and their friends left the table to put up their trays, Jason leaned over and said quietly "Let's do it again." His desire was met easily, because Clay's house was vacant until seven that night, and they went there directly after school. There was no football practice that afternoon. They were in Clay's room, and Jason stood there looking at the posters of Clay's favorite athletic teams. Clay walked up behind him and put his arms around his waist and took hold of Jason's dick, which was already hard. "I like that" he said as he squeezed Jason's hard dick through his pants. His hands wandered up Jason's body, running across his stomach, feeling his pecs. Clay raised one hand and ran his finger across Jason's chin and felt the stubble of his beard. He gave a hint of what he hoped would come when he said "This is so sexy. I dream of it against my skin." They stripped and laid on their backs on Clay's bed. Their arms were crossed as they jerked each other's cocks. Clay got up on his elbow and lowered his head to Jason's manhood. It was beautiful. He wet his lips, put them on Jason's dick head, but did not take it into his mouth. Jason tensed. Clay's lips felt good, but it was only a hint of what could be. Jason had thought of nothing else since Clay sucked him the afternoon before. Jason said "Take it. Please, take it." Clay moved his lips just enough to encircle Jason's cock head. The pleasure doubled, but it was incomplete. Jason pleaded "More. More." Jason moaned the entire time that Clay slowly slid his lips down Jason's shaft until his nose was buried in the thick black hair of Jason's crotch. Clay gave Jason a sensual gentle suck, holding him in his mouth for a long time before leaving it laying on Jason's stomach as he hovered over it, running his lips up and down the ridge that ran up his shaft from the balls to the head. Then he licked Jason's balls, before lifting his cock off his stomach and putting his mouth at the base of Jason's dick and running his wet tongue up the treasure trail of hair that led to Jason's navel. He tongued his navel before traveling down the same route, taking Jason's cock again in his mouth. Clay quit and laid down again beside Jason, their bodies touching. Clay's action was simple. He had sucked Jason and now it was Jason's turn to suck him. Jason was ready. He rose on his elbow, took the base of Clay's big dick in his hand and held it before his face. He licked the head as if he was a child tasting some new food. Next his put the head in his mouth and sucked it. He moved his tongue over it like he felt Clay do to him. Then he opened his mouth, lowered his face, and closed his mouth around Clay's tool. Jason had a dick in his mouth. It was hard yet soft on the surface. But most importantly, Jason liked it. He loved it. He began to do all the thing he had felt Clay do to him. He sucked and licked and tongued. And responding to Clay's desire, he rubbed his chin with its stubble against Clay's leg as he licked his balls. Then he ran his chin up Clay's cock before taking it again in his mouth. Clay was in heaven. It felt so good, and Jason was a hot handsome guy who wanted to please and pleasure him. Jason made him feel special. Clay accepted all that Jason offered. He was no longer plotting, no longer directing what was happening. He just abandoned himself to the pleasure that Jason was so eager to give. In a few minutes he felt it coming. He reached that point of no return. He laid there as his orgasm welled up from inside him and then released. Clay squeezed Jason's arms. Jason's mouth was on his dick and Clay's load filled his mouth. After Clay's dick quit squirting cum, Jason slid the dick out of his mouth through his closed lips. Jason was on his elbow beside Clay. His cheeks were puffed. His face was asking a question, but he uttered no words. Clay realized that Jason's mouth was full of Clay's cum. Clay said "You can spit it out or swallow it. I swallow." Jason swallowed, and then gave a cute smile. Clay found the moment touching. Jason had yielded to the desire inside him and had sucked Clay's cock. Clay was his first cock. Moreover, Jason had never had a cum filled mouth before. His decision was to swallow, just as Clay had swallowed Jason. Jason laid down beside Clay, proud of his achievement. He had sucked the cock that had fascinated him across the aisle for weeks, and he had swallowed the gift that Clay's beautiful dick had given him. Clay was not finished. Jason deserved a climax as great as he had given. Clay rose, pushed Jason's legs together, and straggled them with a knee on each side. He was now hovering over a remarkable sight. In a brush of dark hair emerged a long straight cock, sitting above a hairy sac of balls. This was a feast for a boy with an oral fetish, and Clay gorged himself on the goodies before him. After minutes of licking and sucking, he rose and sat back to admire the man before him. With his eyes and his hands, he explored the body underneath him. His hands ran up thighs, fingers felt the hair that surrounded the hard cock and then traced the trail of hair that went up to the navel. Palms pressed against the beautifully formed pecs and fingers followed that line where the chest muscle folded back to meet the rib cage. Hands moved across the chest just a fraction above the skin so as to stimulate the fine hair that covered it. There was yet one more thing that had not been done. It was not part of Clay's planned seduction, but now that all had been accomplished, Clay needed for himself this one more thing. Clay wet Jason's cock with his mouth, straggled his hips, pointed Jason's dick to his hole, and lowered himself. Clay's hole was filled with a big hard cock. Jason exclaimed "Oh, fuck!" Jason had never had his cock in an ass, and the sensation was a revelation. Clay moved up and down, fucking himself. Then he sat down and rocked back and forth with Jason's dick rubbing his insides. Clay raised himself several inches above Jason and asked him to fuck him. Jason bucked his hips off the mattress and his cock moved back and forth in Clay's tunnel. They both wanted to change position, so they held each other and turned over. Jason slipped out, but quickly reentered. Now Clay was on his back with his legs pulled up to his sides. Jason was above him and in him. Jason responded instinctively like any male and fucked the tight hole that held his cock. Jason fucked him like a champ. Clay had climaxed already and his cock had softened but he had not lost interest. As he sucked Jason and then explored his body, Clay recharged. His cock never got completely flaccid, and it started to grow again. By the time Clay sat down on Jason's dick, he was at full mast. There was more. Clay had a gift, one that every bottom wished for. He could be fucked to climax. It had surprised Clay when it first happened. The pleasure of Jason's cock in Clay's ass radiated to Clay's own dick and sent electricity throughout Clay's body. It was going to happen again. Clay laid there with his arms out stretched as he received thrust after thrust of Jason. As Jason fucked his teammate below him, he saw Clay's cock jerk off his stomach and a jet of cum shoot out. He saw four more jerks and four more stream of cum landing on Clay's chest and stomach. Jason announced his own climax with a sustained "Ahhhhhh!" His cock felt like a pump and the climax seemed to last and last. Clay was excited. It was exciting to be the recipient, to feel the body of his lover as it convulsed with passion and pleasure. Clay's stomach was covered in a puddle of cum, and he knew that just a few inches below through muscle and bone was another puddle of cum deep inside him. Jason was breathing heavily and looking down at Clay. Clay reached up and pulled Jason down upon him. His arms were around him. This special moment warranted a kiss, but Clay doubted if Jason had ever kissed a man on the lips. It did not matter. Jason put his lips to Clay, and they kissed. He could tell that Jason welcomed it. They laid there, Jason atop Clay, with their arms around each other. Clay thought to himself that he was in the arms of a very special guy. Jason was thinking the same. TO BE CONTINUED This story shares characters with another story I posted on Nifty entitled Coach Brown. The current story stands alone and you don't need to read Coach Brown to understand and enjoy Westside High School Football. This story is a product of my imagination. This story describes sex between males of legal consent. If sex between men offend you, read no further. The author retains all rights to this work. I welcome your comments. I am WW at er14990606@gmail.com. This story is brought to you by Nifty, a not-for-profit entity, providing interested parties with entertainment and pleasure. If you enjoy reading Nifty, please support it. Westside High School Football, Chapter Five The fall was full of sex and football. Coach Fairbanks and Clay fucked in his office. Jason and Clay sucked and fucked in Clay's bedroom. The Westside Bulldogs won on the football field. Coach David Brown had laid a great foundation, and Coach Fairbanks built upon it. The team went undefeated and was to play for the state championship in Phoenix. Arizona placed schools of similar size in various conferences. Westside was not that large and was in a lower tier, which meant that it did not get as extensive press coverage. Nevertheless, the team and the community were filled with pride and spirit. An important part of that spirit was Wild Man Wally. He would do his roar and yell "Bulldogs" as the team entered the field, and he would repeat it after every touchdown. The hotdogging of NFL players was seen by every young man who watched football on TV. It was prohibited in college and high school, but it was difficult to police. Each umpire was different. The ones in Westside's conference tolerated minor displays of excitement, and Wally's roar was never penalized. The championship game was out of town, and the team took a bus. Friends and supporters attended the game, but the Coach had planned for the team to stay overnight and all ride back together on the bus. It was a great victory for Westside. Wally, Jason, and Clay all made their contribution. The team stayed at a nice motel with a restaurant attached where they had a victory dinner together. The Coach had assigned two players to a room. If there had been an odd number of players attending, he was going to put Clay in his room, but that was not the case. Clay and Jason were put together. The Coach spied some of the players sneak in several paper sacks and he suspected it was beer. At the conclusion of the dinner, the Coach gave the rules. No one could leave the motel. Everyone had to keep the noise down. He told them that he suspected they had beer, and he said to be moderate. Don't embarrass yourself or the team. Then he congratulated them again on the victory, and told them to have a good time. That night Clay and Jason drank a few beers and were walking up the hall to their room, where they planned on a sexual celebration of their championship. A teammate ran by and said "Room 17. Wally's doing the team" before running ahead of them and going into Room 17. Clay and Jason didn't understand but went to Room 17 to see what was happening. When they walked through the door, they couldn't believe it. Wild Man Wally was naked on the bed on all fours. A member of the team was kneeling behind him, fucking his ass. There were three naked team members with hard cocks standing in line, waiting their turn to fuck Wally. The guy who had alerted them about orgy was in the corner pulling off his clothes. Clay said to Jason "Damn, Wally's a cum slut. Why didn't we know?" Jason said "I'm getting in line" as he started undressing. Clay did the same. There were six guys waiting their turn when the door opened and two more players joined the party. The guy fucking Wally climaxed, withdrew, and gave Wally a slap on the butt. Wally called out in his booming voice "Bulldog dick. I need a Bulldog dick." No sooner had he said it, the next guy in line was on the bed sticking his cock in Wally's hole. Clay found the scene hard to comprehend. Wally was giving his ass to his teammates. The room was full of naked football players slowly working their erections in anticipation. He saw two guys in line pulling each other's dicks, and another player leaned over and sucked the guy behind him, not to climax but long enough to get a good taste. Obviously, there were more guys on the team besides Clay and Jason who liked to play with dicks. The player fucking Wally finished. Wally called for another cock, and the line advanced. Clay was thinking crazy things, like kneeling beside Wally and sucking each guy in line as they wait their time to fuck. But self-restraint won out. He followed Jason's example. He waited in line for his time to fuck. While waiting, he jacked his cock and enjoyed looking at all the naked jocks with hard dicks. The noise in the room increased and got the attention of someone else on the hallway. The door opened and in walked Coach Fairbanks. There was immediate silence. Every naked player in the room stood frozen, staring at the coach. A few of the hard cocks began to droop. The silence was broken by Wally's loud voice "I need a Bulldog dick." No one moved. No one said anything. Wally sensed something and turned his head and saw Coach Fairbanks. His reaction was an alarming "Oh, shit!" As all the eyes in the room stared at the Coach, he crossed his arms, took the sides of his tee shirt, and pulled it over his head. He threw it aside. He hooked his thumbs in his shorts and stripped them off as well as his underwear. He had a full erection. He walked to the bed, got behind Wally and buried his cock into his lineman's gaping hole slick with the cum of five players. He started fucking. Everyone watched his ass as he pulled back before slamming it against Wally's bottom. Jason started it and soon all the players chanted "Coach, Coach" each time he plunged his cock deep. The scene was exciting and most of the players were jacking their cocks as they watched their naked coach fuck one of their teammates. The Coach was not long. When his dick pulsed and sent streams of cum into Wally's hole, the coach threw his arms in the air in victory. It was a touchdown. The room cheered. Surprisingly the news of the orgy did not get around the school. It seemed that to reveal it was to implicate one's participation. But there were several consequences from that night. The first manifestation was on the bus trip home back to Flagstaff from Phoenix. The team used an interstate bus, not the usually yellow school bus. The players sat two abreast in high plush seats. The driver's view in the rearview mirror showed just four rows of heads. During the trip home he noticed from time to time a player's head dropping below the seat and then reappearing in a few minutes while his seat mate broke out in a big grim. Another consequence was for Wally. He got an endless stream of invitations for sleepovers from other players. As for Coach Fairbanks, Clay never fully knew the impact of that night on Coach Fairbanks and his relationship to other players on the team. He thought something would come of it. Afterall, the guys in the room watched the Coach strip. They saw his hot naked body and magnificent hard dick. They witnessed the coach give Wally a power fuck and raise his arms in victory. Then one day after school Clay met the running back for the team limping through the parking lot. He said he hurt his leg and he was heading to the locker room to show it to Coach Fairbanks. Clay smiled. Clay had run that play before with great success. THE END