Date: Fri, 25 Sep 2015 15:08:06 -0500 From: Jason Clarkson Subject: Coach's Cruise Chapter 2 If you are not of legal rights and/or age to read any type of adult literature or if you find the material offensive, please do not read any further. The author and site cannot be held liable as you agree to accept all responsibility for reading said material. If you wish to contact the author of this series, please do so at jclarkson36@gmail.com, I will respond to all e-mails. This story is fiction. All names, descriptions and actions of the characters are not real. Coach Clarkson woke from his half hour refreshed. He felt the dried cum all in his chest and stomach and smiled. His dick jumped a bit recalling the stroke session, and to confirm the intensity, his balls had a completely drained feeling. As he stood under the shower head and let the hot water run down his soaped up body, Coach noticed he still had a desirous itch deep inside. "Usually, a huge cum like that with a hot fantasy on top," Coach thought to himself, "satisfies those feelings for a month or so." Coach attributed it to the excitement of being alone on the cruise. It had been years since he had been away from home by himself, and although he missed his wife, he admitted to himself that it was quite exhilarating. Suddenly, the kid flashed in his head. The Steward. "What was his name again" Coach said aloud to nobody. Coach concluded he never actually found out his name, but made a mental note to find out next time he saw him. In the meantime, the thought of the kid remained in his head. But, the kid wasn't the Steward anymore. He was one of his former star players, returning from college and stopping in for a visit with his favorite coach. Coach grabbed the soap and lathered up his growing cock. He stepped away from the shower head, so the water was only hitting his back. Coach continued rubbing the soap on his dick, his balls, and his hairy bush. He took his soapy hands and ran it through the hair on his stomach and chest. When his hand crossed his nipples, Coach felt a twinge inside. His cock was a rigid 7 inches now and Coach began to work it. His mind went back to the hot kid playing the role of a 19 year old former player. He was always aggressive on the court, and he was being aggressive now in Coach's offic "Coach, I know you always wanted me. But, I also know you were smart enough to not get involved with one of your players. But, that didn't stop you from checking me out in the locker room and in the showers. I'll admit I liked the attention and maybe showed off a bit. I'll also admit that I jacked off thinking of you quite often last year. As I'm sure I was the star of many stroking sessions. Wasn't I, Coach." Coach continued to play out the very vivid fantasy in his head. He had jacked off thinking about some of his players, but he had never played out something like this. Imagining it was the Steward kid and not a real player freed Coach from some of his inhibitions. Coach stammered, not knowing how to answer. All of what the boy said was true, he couldn't deny that. Coach's non-answer was all the boy needed. He moved around the desk and stood next to Coach, looking down at him. "Well, Coach, today's the day that we're gonna do what we both thought about last year," the boy said as he undid his jeans and let them drop to his knees. He also quickly flipped off his t-shirt. Coach surveyed the boy. His body was wonderful. He was certainly growing into a man. His thick thighs joined at a beautiful bush that was above a soft, cut cock which rested on a smooth ball sac. Above the bush as a slight trail that ended at the belly button of his flat stomach. The rest of the smooth stomach rose up to nicely formed pecs with just a few wisps of hair between them. Coach reached out and touched the boy's stomach and then slid his hand up to the boy's chest grazing over each of the boys erect nipples before resting on the slight patch of soft hair. Coach closed his eyes and sighed as his cock grew in his jock. Coach opened his eyes quickly as the boy grabbed Coach's hand and placed it on his dick. The boy's cock was growing rapidly on its own but Coach began to help. Softly but quickly Coach slid his hand up and down the boy's shaft, circling the head as it expanded. Coach looked up at the boy who smiled and said, "Now, suck it Coach. Put my juicy, boy cock in your mouth. Work it with your tongue while you slide it in across your lips. Let me see it disappear and you bury your face in my bush. The boy continued while Coach devoured the boy's cock. Coach was frustrated that his own cock was trapped in the pouch of his jock in his shorts, but it definitely hard and Coach could feel his pre-cum spilling on his thigh. "Yeah, Coach, you should coach a team of cock suckers. You are so good at it, Coach. Yeah everybody, introducing Coach Cocksucker and his state champion team of cocksuckers." The boy laughed. All Coach really heard was Coach and cocksucker and so he kept at the task, letting the boy's cock head enter his throat. "Oh Coach, yes Coach take it deep, Coach. Mmmm Coach it feels so good. Aaaah Coaccchhh." The boy hung on his last word as Coach opened his throat and fully engulfed the boy's cock head. Coach gulped a few times providing a feeling never experienced by the boy. Coach's face was pressed deep in the boy's thick, black bush. The boy's smell was sweet and musky. Coach needed to breath but before he backed off the boy's cock, the boy pulled it out. "Get up and strip Coach. I want to check out your hot body," ordered the boy. The boy oohed and aahed as Coach dropped his shorts, exposing his cock head which had managed to escape the pouch out the right side. "Leave the jock on, but let's lose the shirt," the boy said as he moved closer. As Coach had his shirt over his head, he felt the boy's hand gliding through the thick, soft hair that covered Coach's tight, muscled stomach and chest. The boy reached around with his other hand and grabbed Coach's smooth ass cheek that was thick with muscle. "Just as I had imagined. I saw this ass through your shorts hundreds of times and knew I'd fuck it one day." The boy said confidently. The boy stepped behind Coach and nudging at his shoulders said, "Bend over so I can fuck this beautiful ass." Coach consented and bent over the desk. In the shower, Coach took a break from the fantasy to reposition. He lathered up again but also got his ass cheeks all sudsy as well. He turned sideways in the shower and bent slightly at the waist, leaning back to press his ass to the wall. He rose up and down, enjoying the feeling of his ass sliding against the wall. Coach had a firm grip of his cock with his right hand, and was pumping it in rhythm with his sliding up and down the wall. He took his left middle finger and from between his legs he reached under his balls and found his hole. It accepted his finger easily, and guided the finger to his prostate. It had been sometime since he did this, but he discovered it quickly. Now, he was in perfect position for an incredible ending. With his cheek pressed against some papers, Coach felt the boy's cock enter smoothly and move directly to his prostate. He felt the boy's hands continuously slide up and down his ass. The boy began to thrust harder and harder, but Coach only felt the amazing pleasure of his prostate being massaged. He had managed to get his cock mostly freed from the pouch and was pumping it rhythmically with the boy's motions. "Oh Coach, what an amazing ass. Mmmm Coach, I'm gonna dump a huge load in you. Yeah Coach, take my seed. Fuck, Coach, I'm breeding you." The boy yelled. Suddenly, the door opened. It was Assistant Coach Mike Hall. "Ah, you finally bagged him." Coach Hall said to the kid. "Yeah, Coach Mike, I told you he wanted my cock," the boy said proudly as he thrusted his cock in deep and held it. "Huh?" Coach said, confused. "Oh yeah, Coach, I've been fucking Coach Mike since I was a freshman, and I kept telling him I would have you someday." The boy explained. As Coach continued to work his prostate and stroke, he smiled and made a mental note for next jo session to have it star his assistant coach. "Coach is an amazing cocksucker too, Coach Mike, you should give him a try," the boy said coaxing Coach Mike over. Before Coach grasped the situation, the boy was thrusting into his ass while his assistant coach was drilling his mouth. The two were yelling back and forth, encouraging each other and Coach with a myriad of expressions. All the while, Coach was being stuffed at both ends and was loving it. Shortly, all Coach was hearing was "Coach and "cumming" and he felt his body tremor uncontrollably. He was unloading his balls all over the shower. His prostate was pulsing against his finger while his sphincter squeezed it tight. "Oh fuck yes," Coach yelled, hoping the shower would drown it out. Coach slowly removed his finger from his hole, gave a few final tugs at his dick, and moved under the shower head to rinse off. "Ahh, that should hold me over for a while now," Coach said, as he turned off the shower. However, when he was drying off, he said, "But, I still want to meet that kid." -------------------- That's the end of Chapter 2. I'm trying to keep them shorter. It's still only day 1 of the cruise! Don't worry, Coach and Travis will get together. Feel free to email me with comments. –JC jclarkson36@gmail.com