Date: Sun, 9 Aug 2020 15:55:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: Danny Smith <danny26149@yahoo.com>
Subject: Educated in Cocksucking Part 4

Getting Educated About Cocksucking

By Danny Smith

Part 4 -- An Elective Course in Fornication

	My Sophomore school year had finished up on a high note and my
Junior year I was in a 100% better place than I'd been when I first went in
to talk with Mr. Cain. As the weeks went by I continued with my
studies. Sure enough my popularity in the class went up, and the harassment
died way down. All the boys knew I could be counted on to give them relief
any time, any place, as long as they didn't call me names or try to bully
me.

	And it wasn't just the students either -- my teachers often
scheduled me for "special sessions," now and then when they needed to get
their rocks off. Sometimes they'd invite me into their homes if their wives
were away, but usually it was just a quickie in one of their offices. All
the doors locked. The music teacher was especially fun because his office
was soundproof because of the music lessons.

	I had gone into Mr. Cain's office, this time for some truly
academic advice (whether I should take chemistry or physics in my Senior
year -- I already knew I would be taking Mr. Lannon's advanced biology
class!) -- and showed him my gratitude for his advice by blowing him. He
was always one of my favorites. No, I take that back, Mr. Jenkins was my
favorite. No wait...they were all my favorites. Like the answer to those
test questions, "is the answer A, B, C, D, or all the above." When it came
to sucking dicks, my answer was always going to be `all the above.'

	When he finished draining his balls into my mouth, Mr. Cain stuffed
his wiener back into his pants, zipped up, and said: "We've been talking
about your electives for next year. What about an `elective' course in your
sex life?"

	Immediately interested, I asked him what he had in mind. "Well,
Tyler, your cocksucking skills are superb. They've earned you respect rom
the faculty, and your classmates seem to all appreciate your service. But I
think you could be even more popular if you learned how to fuck."

	I was so naïve at the time I assumed he meant fucking a
girl. "Mr. Cain, I know what I like, and I'm really not that into
girls. And besides there aren't any in school."

	"No Tyler I meant you, either fucking another guy or getting fucked
by one. Not everybody's into that, of course, and you may not be. But I
think you should give it a try."

	"Seriously, how would you even do that?"

	He chuckled, but in a nice way, and said "Obviously you've never
thought about it. You know the birds and the bees, and how men have sex by
fucking a woman's vagina. With another guy, your asshole serves as the
opening that a guy needs. To blunt, you take it up the ass."

	"Yikes! That sounds painful. I guess I did know about it, just
never really thought about it."

	"Well, I think you should. Think about it, that is. It might hurt a
little the first time, but there are advantages. For example, I know you're
what we call a bottom; you want to please the man you're with. But
sometimes a man isn't looking for a blowjob. Sometimes what a man wants is
to feel his cock stuck into a tight hole. Wants to dominate another
guy. Wants to shoot his load into another man...or boy."

	I was silent for a long minute. "Do you want to think about it?"

	"Yes. No. I've thought about it. I think I want to do it. Would
you...I mean who...?"

	"No not me. We all have our areas of expertise, and this isn't
mine. I think the best man for the job is Coach Burton."

	"In that case I REALLY want to do it!"

	Mr. Cain gave me a big grin and nodded his head in agreement. Coach
Burton was everything you could want in a man. He was really tall, super
well built, handsome, and hairy. He looked like a porn star and I
fantasized about him a lot.

	"Oh yes I do understand. I'll set it up like usual so he'll know
you're coming. I know he has football practice this evening but tomorrow
he's open in the afternoon. Meet him after school, in the gym."

	"Yes, Sir, I will. Is there anything I should do, you know, like to
get prepared and stuff?"

	"Make sure you're really clean. And cleaned out. You know what I
mean."

	"Sure thing Sir. I want this to work."

	"I don't think you'll regret it."

	On the day I was scheduled to `lose my virginity' so to speak, I
really did go through an elaborate ritual of making sure that I was as
clean and fresh `back there' as I could be. When 3:00 rolled around, I was
as ready as I would ever be. I walked toward the back of our building, into
the gym. Coach Burton was working out with weights, doing bench presses. He
was wearing a pair of gym shorts and tennis shoes. He had taken off his
shirt and I could see his muscles rippling even from a distance.

	As I walked over to where he was working out I called out, not
wanting to startle him. "Coach!" He finished up a couple of reps, then
propped himself up on one elbow, turned toward me and smiled.

	"You're Tyler aren't you." It was more of a statement than a
question.

	"Yes Sir."

	"I've heard a lot about you."

	"Is that good or bad?"

	"Oh, don't worry. All good. Real good. But I understand from
Mr. Cain that you've got a hole in your education that needs filled."

	I was nervous talking to this walking hunk of man, but his little
lame joke put me at ease. Suddenly I felt this was going to work out well,
and I started looking forward to the main event.

	"Let me just finish up this last set and we'll get started."

	He lay back down on the bench and said, "Just ten to go. You can
spot me."

	He started in again and I stared, fascinated, at the strength in
his biceps. His abs were beautiful and rock hard. His pecs were solid. He
was magnificent. And most of all, he was hairy. I had never before seen a
man with a thick coat of fur like that, not close up anyway. The fact that
it was not only thick, but this beautiful dark color, was mesmerizing to
me. Nearly hypnotized by his masculinity I asked hesitantly "Can I touch
you while you work out?"

	"Sure Tyler."

	I put my hand on his chest feeling pure power in his body. And the
sensation of running my fingers through his dark chest hair was something
I've never forgotten. I was boned up as hard as I'd ever been. When he
finished his set of ten, he looked over at my crotch and smiled. "See
anything you like?"

	"Just you, Sir."

	"Well, let's get started. I need to shower up. I like to be clean
when I'm popping a boy's cherry."

	Mr. Cain had told me about that kind of slang, how it wasn't
exactly accurate when applied to a boy, but that people referred to it that
way when you were getting fucked in the ass for the first time. I liked
it. It made it sound exciting. We headed down to the showers where Coach
Burton stepped out of his shorts, then his jockstrap. "Join me." Again it
wasn't a question or a request. It was just a statement of what he expected
me to do.

	I undressed, mildly embarrassed to even be standing next to this
Adonis. And he knew it. He'd been getting hungry looks from other men all
his life. They admired his physique, his looks, and the size of his
cock. It was big, bigger than most, but without being obscenely huge. I
breathed a sigh of relief inside that he wasn't going to tear me apart. At
least I hoped not. Most of all his cock was beautiful -- everything a penis
should be. Firm, solid looking, beautifully cut, clean and surrounded by a
thick bush of jet black hair.

	I thought for a moment how lucky I was ever since I opened up to
Mr. Cain about my liking boys and wanting to get good at sucking. I went
from being an introverted, gawky kid who was being picked on, to a popular,
well-liked Junior, who was standing naked and unashamed in front of the
Coach, looking forward to having sex with him. Wow!

	We stepped into the showers together, first the Coach, then me,
like a knight being followed by his young squire. I had gone through a
slight growth spurt between semesters, but he was still at least a foot
taller than me. It wasn't intimidating though. Somehow I felt safe and
protected just being in his presence.

	We soaped each other up and took turns standing under the spray. I
especially enjoyed washing his hairy chest. It was obvious, of course,
because I was sporting a hard on that was almost painful. "Quite a boner
you got going there kid."

	"Y-yes, Sir."

	"No need to be shy about it. It's the most natural thing in the
world." With that he turned me around and had me lean against the wall. He
then washed my back paying a lot of attention to my ass. He spread my
cheeks and stuck a soapy finger into my rectum. I'd never felt anything
like it and squirmed with delight. Then he squatted down behind me, spread
my cheeks even wider -- and started licking me back there! Man, no one ever
told me about that!

	What a fantastic feeling that was. He rimmed me -- I found out
later that's what it's called -- for a couple of minutes, then stood back
up. I hadn't really thought about how this was going to go down, but I
didn't really expect it to be in the shower standing up. But I trusted the
Coach, and if this was where and when he wanted it that was okay with
me. He stroked his own cock a couple times and got it good and slippery.

	The next thing I felt was his big cockhead going up and down the
crack of my ass, almost like it was looking for the opening into my
body. And when he found it, he pressed in hard and did it -- popped my
cherry big time. Did it hurt? Hell yes it hurt and I yelled...loud. But the
school was empty except for the security guard, (and Officer Jenkins and I
were old friends). Even if someone had been around, the sound of the
showers drowned me out.

	He waited for a minute holding me in that pose until my asshole
adjusted to this intrusion into my body. Then slowly, softly, he put his
big arms around me and held me closer to his. When I felt his chest hair
rubbing against my back I relaxed and opened up. I wanted him all the way
inside me. He played for a minute with my nipples, all the while talking to
me and shoving his dick deeper and deeper inside me.

	When he was almost all the way in he asked me how I was doing. I
told him okay, and he asked again if he was hurting me. I didn't want him
to stop so I told him the truth: "It hurt a little a first...but now it
feels good."

	"Good," he echoed, and in one massive, powerful thrust he forced
himself deep inside of me. I yelled again, but mostly stifled, especially
when I realized the pain was being replaced by...something wonderful. It
really did feel good; in fact it felt great. Fantastic. I was being fucked,
doggy style, by the most handsome, manly teacher in school and he wanted to
cum inside me. The gift of sperm that I always longed to taste in my mouth
was now going to be injected into my bowels.

	I wanted to help any way I could, but he didn't seem to need any
help. He knew what he was doing. At one point he pulled both of us back
away from the wall and said "Bend over." I did as he asked and took a
three-point football stance the way we had all learned in
Phys. Ed. classes.

	He put his hands on either side of my hips and began stroking in
and out, holding me tight while pulling the full length of his cock out,
always leaving the head inside me, then shoving it all at once all the way
back in. I was being fucked! I felt so used and so loved all at the same
time. It was a wonderful feeling.

	Finally, the end approached. His thrusts became harder, the strokes
more shallow, until finally he said "I'm gonna shoot, Tyler, here
it...comes!" And with that he gave one last mighty thrust and froze his
muscular body in place until the only thing moving was his cock, twitching
and pulsing in my asshole. I pictured his sperm shooting inside me and
joyfully accepted his warm, barebacked gift to me.

	He shot for almost a full minute, his dick slowly softening as he
did. My aching asshole was getting more and more relief as his dick shrank
back to its usual flaccid state, his balls now fully drained, his precious
seed inside my body.

	This was sex to me. Pure. Raw. Primitive. The way a man is supposed
to treat a boy. I reveled in the warmth of the moment, then he pulled out
entirely, straightened me upright, and began massaging my shoulders. He
again played with my nipples for a minute, then reached down and grabbed my
cock, engulfing it in his big hands.

	With skill and compassion he began jacking me off, seeming to
understand just how I liked it. I felt helpless in a wonderful way, leaning
against his body, completely under his control. He could have done anything
he wanted to me at that moment, but he chose to do was give me pleasure. I
was one lucky boy.

To be continued....