Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2023 20:19:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jockbros Jockbros <jockbros@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jockboy adventures - Jack chapter 5

Kind of a shorter one this time, bros. Time to catch up with Jack.


Jack Chapter 5: Lunchtime with Coach Harper


Well, I didn't expect to lose my virginity in a pool with three other
guys, but here we are.  I didn't regret it.  It felt fuckin great!  And
I felt like hot shit - I didn't know anyone else my age that had gotten
laid...although I guess it was a little tricky, because it wasn't like I
was really going to brag to my other friends that I had stuck my dick in
Derek's butthole.  But honestly I couldn't wait to do it again.  And
hopefully get in Ray's ass.  And hell, I'd definitely bone Jake too,
but I had a feeling he was usually the one fucking, not the one getting
fucked.  Still, I had lost my virginity and I felt like quite the young
stud.


I spent Sunday doing homework and jerking off to my memories of the day
before.  On Monday, I couldn't stop checking out other guys' asses all
day in school.  I wondered if they were hairy or smooth, what their holes
looked and tasted like, and what it would feel like to slide my throbbing
boner between their cheeks until I blew my load.  I had at least one full
erection every period, and sprang one walking to lunch, when I was
following a hockey player with the most muscular butt I couldn't believe
I'd never noticed before.  I was jealous of Jake, Ray, Derek and the
other hockey guys - they probably got to see him fully bareass in the
locker room all the time.


I tucked my boner up in the waistband of my jeans as I stood in the lunch
line.  My boner still hadn't gone down by the time I finished eating, so
I made up an excuse to my friends and headed for the locker room.  All
our boys bathrooms in the school had stalls with cinder block walls, but
no doors.  So chances were pretty good that someone would come in and see
me if I tried to rub one out in the bathroom.  The locker room should be
totally quiet in the middle of a period, and I could probably hear
someone come in well before they got to the back of the locker room where
they could see me in the bathroom.


I walked into the locker room and noticed the coach's office was empty -
everyone must be busy teaching this period.  I set my backpack down on a
bench near my locker and continued back to the bathroom. I unbuttoned,
unzipped, dropped my jeans and boxers to my ankles, and took a seat on
the john.  My teen boner poked almost straight up between my legs.  I was
no stranger to jerking off on the toilet, but this was about to be my
first time doing it at school. I felt a rush of excitement at my low key
exhibitionism - it was highly unlikely anyone would see me, but...not
impossible.


I was just getting into a good rhythm stroking my cock when I heard the
locker room door open.


"That was a damn good burger," I heard Coach Collis say.  Oops, guess
not everyone was teaching, some of the coaches must have lunch the same
period as me.


"Yeah it was," I heard Coach Harper's voice reply.  Oh damn! I knew
hearing Coach's voice should make me stop beating off, but it also made
my dick throb even harder.  Would it be crazy to try and blow a load
while they were sitting in their office unaware?


"But it's definitely working fast on me," I heard Coach Harper
continue, his voice getting closer.  "Can you cover the beginning of my
next class if I'm not out? Feels like it's gonna be a big one, haha."


Oh shit! Coach was coming back here to take a dump! I stopped stroking,
and leaned forward to hide my boner under my t-shirt in the nick of time
as he came around the corner and stopped short, surprised to find me
there.


"Whoa, what's this? What are you doing here?" Coach Harper asked me.


"Uh...sorry Coach...I just had to take a dump and uh, there weren't any
stalls open in the bathroom," I lied in a panic.  A stupid lie.  Almost
nobody could get past the lack of privacy to actually use the stalls in
our bathrooms, and Coach probably knew that.


"Well damn, that doesn't mean you've gotta come stink up the locker
room...that's my job!" Coach laughed loudly at his own crude joke and I
shrugged and joined in the laughter.  "Although actually, gotta say it
doesn't smell too bad in here - more like BO than anything else. You
almost done, or what?" Coach asked.


"Uh...yeah...just gimme a second..." I was thinking fast, since I had to
hide a boner and the fact that I wasn't there to poop.  I started
reaching for the toilet paper, and Coach stepped aside from the bathroom
doorway pacing.


"Good!" he said curtly.


"Don't you have a bathroom in the Coach's office?" I asked.


"Yeah, but we have strict rules that nobody's allowed to crap in there
- it's for number 1 only. Otherwise it stinks up the whole office,"
Coach explained impatiently from just outside the doorway as I continued
pretending to wipe my ass.


The second I flushed, Coach was coming through the doorway. Good thing I
had pulled my pants up and tucked my hard dick to the side beforehand!
"About time, Jack," Coach said with a mixture of humor and real
annoyance.


"Sorry Coach," I said as I stepped over to the sink.  I heard him slide
his sweats down and take a seat.


"Well, at least the seat's warm, I guess," Coach laughed.  "And you
didn't foul it up too hardly at all in here.  Watch out boy, you're
gonna see what a real man's dump smells like...you might wanna
skedaddle." I heard a grunt and a plop as I finished washing my hands.


"Eh, it can't be much worse than my Dad.  Or some of the guys on the
team," I said. It was cool being in the locker room bathroom with
Coach.  It felt like we were bonding like bros, and I wasn't in any
hurry for it to be over. My dick was still rock hard, though.


"Heh, true.  We had this guy Charlie a few years back who would destroy
this bathroom just about every day, either after gym or at lunch.  He'd
be sitting here buck naked, take a toxic dump, and then hit the
showers," Coach said.


From my angle I could only get a side view, but with his pants around his
ankles and his legs spread wide, I could see his jock inside his sweats.
I could also see how the hair on his legs went all the way up and covered
his ass too.  Coach was sitting up straight, not slouched over
embarrassed.  He didn't have a bush, he had a fuckin thick forest.  And
I thought I could see just a peek of the base of his dick before it hung
down between his legs.  I turned and leaned back against the sink, trying
to think of a way to prolong this conversation.


"Hm, makes sense," I said.  "Definitely better than the regular
bathrooms."


"Yeah, I can't stand the faculty bathroom.  I can't drop a massive
dump in there and then have one of the women teachers walk in after me,
you know?" Coach said with a laugh and a fart. I laughed too...I was
picturing my English teacher walking into Coach's dump cloud and it was
hilarious. "All right, you better get back to class, buddy."


"It's okay Coach, I've got lunch," I replied, but I still started to
head out anyway...I didn't wanna make it too weird.


As soon as I got out in the locker room, I was mad at myself.  I felt
like I had misplayed the situation with Coach in some way, but I wasn't
sure how.  My dick was still raging hard.  I sat down on a bench and
considered finishing myself off with Coach a couple rows of lockers away.
After all, I'd hear him flush before he could come find me, right? I'd
just have to be quiet about it.


I unzipped my pants again and pulled out my boner, replaying everything
Coach had just said.  Wait a minute...Coach had mentioned that other
kid...maybe I should follow that guy's lead.  Start coming in more often,
maybe have more chats with Coach. Or...Coach mentioned showering...Fuck!
Should I hit the showers now? I could blow my load in there just fine!


I kicked my shoes off and took off my pants, socks, and shirt.  Then I
paused. I was gonna have to walk by Coach on my way to the showers with
my dick rock hard in my boxers, and a growing precum spot....shit.


Wait a minute. Coach has already seen me rock hard and naked.  And then
he made a few jokes about it after! Maybe I should give him another
view.  Before I could think about it too much, I dropped my shorts, threw
my towel over my shoulder, and headed for the showers.


As I got to the bathroom doorway, I paused. "Coach - that shower you
mentioned seemed like a good idea. You mind if I grab one quick?"


Coach was on the toilet, facing right at me.  He looked up, saw me naked
and hard, and then sat up a little more.  I could see his long heavy dick
hanging down between his legs. "Sure buddy, go for it," Coach said.
"Looks like you're pretty excited about it, I wouldn't wanna stop
you," he added with a chuckle.


"Sorry Coach...it's been a long morning," I laughed.


"No need to apologize, sport," Coach said. "All guys get boners, and
guys your age even more often.  It's natural.  Good for you guys that
aren't embarrassed by them."


"Haha, well...it's not much fun in math class," I said.


"Ha! True. Seems like you don't mind showing it off in the locker room
though," Coach said with a raise of his eyebrow.


"Well, when it's just us guys...you know?" I shrugged.


"Oh I know...believe me buddy," Coach said. Was Coach's dick rising?
"All right, go on, hit the showers!" he commanded.  Had he caught me
looking?


"Ok Coach," I said as I continued to the showers, towel over my
shoulder, boner bouncing in front of me and pointing the way. I turned on
the closest showerhead on the left wall and gave it a minute to warm up.
In the meantime I started stroking my dick.  I stepped under the water,
and it felt nice and warm on my skin.  As the water ran down my back, I
really started going to town on my cock, giving it full length strokes
with my right hand while I played with my balls with my left. I thought
back to just last week when I'd been jacking off in these showers with
Jake's hand massaging my sack, and me massaging his.


Damn, a lot sure had changed in the last couple weeks.  But I was loving
this new jockboy life - now I had friends I could shamelessly bust a nut
with...or on...or in.  Everything that had been happening with Derek and
Ray and Jake was great, and I just wanted more.  I wish I played hockey
with them, too.  Seems like they get up to some fun on those away
trips....I continued fisting my shaft as my mind wandered to the four of
us in hotel room, spending the better part of a weekend naked and
stroking, sucking, and fucking.


But in the meantime, we still had a couple weeks of lacrosse left.  I
made a goal for myself to get off with at least one teammate at least
once a day between now and the end of the season.  That shouldn't be too
hard. It seemed like I suddenly found myself in hot situations all the
time.  Or maybe this stuff had been going on all along and I never
noticed.  I guess I had kind of always hoped for stuff like this, but
never thought any of the other guys felt the same way.  It was great to
know I had some bros now who were on the same wavelength.  And even Coach
seemed to be a lot more chill about guy stuff than any other adult I
knew.


Which brought me to Coach...the image of his jocked ass as he pissed in
the Coach's bathroom last week, the look on his face when he saw me
naked and hard in the Lakewood locker room, his fat cock hanging down
into the toilet bowl through his thick bush just now. Damn.  I was
thrilled with my life now, but Coach was basically everything I wanted to
be when I grew up.  I wonder what he looked like naked.  I let my
imagination run wild, picturing a ripped body, covered with fur, big nuts
and a big juicy boner.  I felt my balls tightening up. FInally, after
being horny all morning, I was about to blow my load.  It felt amazing,
and I managed to keep quiet as I flew over the edge into orgasmic bliss,
feeling jet after jet of sperm rocket out of my cock and into the air,
landing somewhere in the middle of the shower room floor.


I turned back toward the spray and felt my whole body relax.  I hadn't
even realized how tense I'd been until I blew my load.  I put my hands
on the wall to steady myself and just let my head hang under the spray.


"Feeling better?" Coach's voice startled me out of my relaxed state.
There he was, right outside the showers. He hadn't been there a minute
ago, had he?! No, no way, if could see me, I would have seen him...right?


Either way, he was standing there now, barechested and carrying a towel
in his hand.  Before I could scrape together an answer, Coach continued.
"Feels better to rinse off, right? I always gotta get the stink off me
after a massive dump like that.  You don't mind company, do you?"


WHAT?! For real??? "Uh...sure Coach, I mean, no, I don't mind..." I
mumbled.  Good thing, cause Coach wasn't waiting for a response. He was
already tugging down his gym shorts and jock.  I got an amazing view of
his hairy ass as he bent down - there was so much hair I couldn't even
see the hole.


"Good.  Plus, with all this fur a shower's about the only way I can
feel clean," Coach laughed. Was he reading my thoughts? He hung his
shorts, jock, and towel on a hook and turned back towards me to come into
the showers.  I had just been fantasizing about Coach's naked body, and
now here it was! His body was hairy all over, with darker thicker patches
of fur in the center of his chest, around his belly button, and of course
his pubes.  Hair poked out from his armpits, and he had a thicker patch
of hair on his lower back too, right above his ass.


Coach was headed for the shower across from me, but stopped midway. "Hey
Jack - looks like you were living up to your namesake, huh?" Oh fuck. On
the floor next to him were two big ropes of my jizz.  "Let's get this
washed down the drain before somebody slips and falls," he said with a
chuckle.  He turned the shower on across from me and angled the head to
send a flood of water across the shower room, washing my jizz back toward
me.


"Oh my god Coach-  I - Um--" I stammered.


"Don't worry about it buddy, I remember how it was being your age.
Constant boner, needing to jack it all the time," Coach said
reassuringly.  "It's definitely not the first time there's been jizz
on this shower room floor.  Probably won't be the last, either, haha.
You got any soap?"


Damn I knew Coach was cool as fuck, but this was beyond even that.  "Oh,
no Coach, sorry, wasn't planning to shower so I didn't really plan that
far."


"Yeah, me neither," he grumbled.


"I figured a rinse off was better than nothing," I shrugged.


"Yeah right, I'm sure," Coach said with a leering laugh that suggested
he knew exactly why I'd come in the locker room during lunch in the
first place.  "But yeah, better than nothing," he sighed as he turned
towards me to get his back wet.  "Ah," he sighed again as he pulled his
ass cheeks apart and bent forward a little to let the water run down his
crack and over his hole.  I would have killed to be on the other side of
him and see the view. But the front side was pretty nice too, hairy man
meat hanging thick and heavy between Coach's spread legs.


I assumed the same position, to keep up the illusion that I'd been
shitting.  I was still at a semi, but my dick still didn't look as good
as Coach's.  Honestly I'm surprised I wasn't fully hard again even
after having just cum.  Showering with Coach...this was kind of a dream
come true.


"It is good to know that dick of yours isn't hard 100% of the time,
though," Coach said, proving that we were definitely thinking on the
same wavelength. "I was beginning to get worried you had some sort of
medical condition," he smirked.


"What can I say Coach, must be all the teenage hormones," I answered.
Then I got a little more brave.  "And it's kind of a rush being naked
in the locker room, you know?"


"Sure, I remember those days," Coach replied.  "Guess I just got used
to it eventually."


"Oh that's good...wait...did you have the same problem Coach?"


"Kind of. I think most guys get a little excited stripping down in the
locker room.  I can't say I ever tackled my Coach buck naked and hard as
a rock, but..."


"COACH! That was an accident!" I interjected.


"Haha, I know buddy, I know.  It's all good. But you know I still gotta
give you shit for it, right?" Coach said with a cock of his eyebrow.


"Yeah..." I sighed, not really angry.  There were definitely worse
inside jokes for Coach and I to have.


"All right, that's as clean as I'm gonna get; I gotta remember to
bring the soap tomorrow," Coach said as he turned off his shower and
stalked over to the towel hook. "Make sure you turn the water all the
way off when you're done Jack."


"Yessir Coach, I got it.  Thanks!" I said.


"Yup," Coach grunted without looking back.  I watched his hairy ass
saunter back toward the Coach's office with his shorts and jock in one
hand and his towel slung over one shoulder.  Damn, I wanted to be just
like him.


Coach needed to remember the soap tomorrow, huh? Must be this was
something of a routine for Coach...hm...maybe I should make it part of my
routine, too...



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