Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2011 10:35:24 -0400
From: F F <floater909@gmail.com>
Subject: Coach Heller

            I'd like to tell you a story about my senior year in high
school.  My name is Jeremy; I had just turned 18 at the beginning of my
story and was, for lack of a better word, a star athlete.  Playing soccer,
basketball, track, and baseball sports had kept my spare time pretty much
filled.  After graduation I was set to play soccer in college on a full
scholarship.  It was tough for me to choose between soccer and baseball, as
I had been offered scholarship to play both but I felt I excelled more in
soccer and was more enjoyable for me to play.  At 6'1 with a lean build (I
had been lifting for three years since I was 15 for sports and my body
reflected it nicely) with light brown shortly cropped hair.

            Anyway, the story begins in January just after winter break
during basketball season.  We were just about to finish an exceptionally
rough practice when I sprained my ankle, which in truth at this time they
had all be exceptionally rough.  Our coach, Coach Heller, who was like one
of the guys while still retaining the respect he demanded, had been in a
foul mood and was seemingly taking it out on us... and the opposition.  We had
run up the score on a few opponents which had brought the ire of some of the
local sports columnists.  As the captain and one of the best players on the
team there was great concern as I fell to the ground and grabbed my ankle
after coming down from a rebound and rolling my foot on a teammates.

            "Practice over, no need for anyone else to get hurt with the
game against Central two days away!" yelled Coach Heller as he hustled over
to where I fell.

            It was a Saturday morning practice, so the school's athletic
trainer was not on hand to tend to me but with a simply sprained ankle there
wasn't much to do aside from elevating and icing it.  Coach Heller helped me
to my feet after he commanded the rest of the team to the locker room.  I
put my arm over his shoulders and he helped me limp into the coach's office.

            The coach's office was located right off of the main gym.  Opening
the door on the back left corner behind the bleachers led you down a
corridor the first door on the right was the team locker room which was used
by the main sport which was currently in season, these lockers were
permanent and assigned at the beginning of each season.  Directly across the
corridor from the team locker room was the locker room used for gym classes
which was more open and housed the general use showers, as the team locker
room was simply just lockers and benches with a door to the outside, these
showers were used quite a bit.  The door next to the team locker room on the
right hand side was the coach's office.  This office was shared by the
coaches of the major boys' sports.  It housed an oversized solid wooden
table which was frequently cluttered with scouting reports and materials
like that.  In the back corner behind the door was a single shower stall and
semi enclosed toilet.

            "The damn trainer's room is locked, and my key to it is in my
car.  Prop yourself up on here and I'll get some ice for your ankle." Said
Coach Heller as he motioned to the large table.

            I hopped up on the table and laid my left leg flat on it, with
my right leg hanging over the side.  I grabbed the remote for the TV,
situated on a cart by the counter on the adjacent wall, as Coach Heller
exited to fetch some ice.  The pain had subsided in my ankle, but it had
already begun swelling, the telltale sign of a sprain.

            "Here you are Jer, you should ice that down a bit before you hit
the showers.  I have some work to do here, so you can stay in here to ice
it." Suggested Coach Heller as he tossed me the bag of ice which I then
applied to enlarged ankle.

            "Sounds good, Coach.  Just watching Sportscenter here.  Don't
think this sprain is too bad, the pain is already gone." I replied

            "Just make sure you stay off of it as much as possible until the
game on Monday.  And Monday morning first thing, before class, I want you to
go see Murph and get that thing checked out and cleared to play.  We need
you out there." Said Coach Heller.

            Murph was the school's athletic trainer James Murphy, he was
affectionately known as Murph to all of the athletes.  I sat there with my
ankle slowly going numb from the ice, watching Sportscenter as Coach Heller
sat down into a chair at the other end of the table and pulled out some
papers to grade.  He was also one of the Health/Phys. Ed teachers at school
and it appeared he was grading some midterms.

            About ten minutes later I noticed Coach Heller slowly getting up
from his chair and awkwardly walking to the semi-concealed toilet in the
back corner of the room.  It looked as though he was slightly hunched and
generally uncomfortable.  It caught my eye at first but then I thought
nothing of it.  But after I few minutes I realized something was amiss, I
glanced back and saw Coach Heller in the stance above the toilet as if he
was peeing but there wasn't any audio confirmation that he was nor had there
been.

            "Coach, are you ok?  It almost looked like you were limping
before, and now you're just standing at the toilet." I asked, being very
comfortable with Coach Heller as everyone on the team was.

            "Yeah Jer, sorry about that I didn't mean to alarm you.  To be
honest I was hoping you wouldn't have noticed."

            "I almost didn't, but you've been standing there for like 5
minutes without peeing!" I kidded

            "Ah!  You got me."

            With that, Coach Heller zipped up and returned to his seat.  On
his way back, I noticed that there was a large bulge in the front of his
sweat pants.  I was unprepared for such a sight and my eyes must have
widened at it.

            "Now it's my turn to ask you if you are ok.  Hahahaha!" laughed
Coach Heller as he caught my line of sight.

            It was then that I realized I was staring and that my mouth was
slightly open.  Quickly I close it and snapped my head back around to the
TV, obviously embarrassed and blushing.  I wasn't sure why I was staring and
assured myself it was merely the fact that I was caught off guard at such as
sight.  But I couldn't help thinking about what lay beneath those pants, and
frankly how attractive Coach Heller really was.

            Coach Heller stood about 5'10, perhaps a hair under that, well
built, not ripped but defined and muscular as he had gone to college on a
football scholarship in his younger days.  He had brown hair cut closely to
his head with sideburns which made it ¾ of the way to the bottom of his
ears, a goatee and mustache which were well kept, and his skin had the
slightest of Mediterranean tints.  He was in great shape and regularly
played pick-up games with us after practice.

            "Oh... sorry I was just... surprised." I stammered out, my mouth had
suddenly dried up.

            "No worries Jer, it's natural to notice, it's even natural to
get excited like you are." Replied Coach Heller as he motioned to my own
tenting basketball shorts.  "Hell, here I am 37 years old and boning up like
I'm 16!"

            I hurriedly tried to rearrange my boner so it wasn't as obvious
which proved difficult due to the fact that I was slightly incapacitated due
to the fact that I was icing my ankle.  The end result was a lot of
fidgeting and blushing on my part.

            "Really, nothing to be embarrassed about here.  It's natural.
Since the baby came Lisa (his wife) hasn't been in the mood.  After a few
months of no action this happens!" laughed Coach Heller as he gestured to
the bulge in his sweat pants.

            "I know how you feel, since Chelsea and I broke up I haven't
gotten any either." I replied

            Being open about things like this with Coach Heller made the
situation less awkward, which is one of the reasons most of the guys on the
team felt like he was in fact one of the guys.  He was able to connect with
us and make us feel less like kids.

            "Let's get a look at that ankle then.  It's been over 15
minutes, so it's time to give the ice a break for now." Suggested Coach
Heller

            Coach Heller took the bag of ice off of my ankle and gave it a
thorough look over.  Then he tossed the bag aside and helped me up off of
the table and to my feet.  I tried to put some weight on my ankle, but pain
began to dash up and I winced.

            "Hmm, looks like you're going to need to really give that thing
some rest.  You ok showering?  Don't want you to fall and hurt yourself
more." Asked Coach Heller

            "I can probably shower on one foot, right?" I joked as I left
his side and began awkwardly hopping to the door of the coach's office.

            "Hahaha I think it would be easier if I just helped you shower.
We're both men here, if you are comfortable with it then I am." Said Coach
Heller

            I stopped dead in my tracks.  My cock throbbed in my shorts.  A
few minutes ago I would have never considered it, but my cock had taken over
my brain.  Coach Heller was hot, and he was willing to help me shower.  I
didn't even think twice before I answered.

            "Ok, Coach.  I just might need to put that ice on crotch first."
I joked to ease the obvious tension

            "No need, nothing you have down there can be too shocking for
me." Coach Heller joked back

            Coach Heller went to back corner of the room by the toilet and
turned on the shower to get it warmed up.  By the time he came back to where
I was standing I had my practice jersey off and on the floor and was pulling
down my basketball shorts.  I hopped out of the shorts and was standing
there in just my jockstrap and my right shoe and sock.  I hopped over to the
table and sat on the edge while I took off my remaining shoe and sock.  I
was embarrassed that I was still totally hard, even more so because I was
quite endowed and my jock did little to hide it.  Just shy of 9 inches with
a hefty girth, my jock was straining to not be ripped apart at the seams.

            "Well, that is quite the situation you've got going on
there.  Don't
take a deep breath or your jock might split in half!" kidded Coach Heller
who was beginning to get undressed himself.

            I couldn't help but watch him undress.  I was in heat, my mind
was racing, and my cock was throbbing.  Coach Heller pulled off his school
logoed sweatshirt revealing a plain white undershirt which lunch to his
muscular yet not bulky frame.  There were slight pit stains under the arms
from running around and demonstrating drills during practice.  Next the
under shirt came off revealing a muscular and defined chest and a flat yet
not cut stomach covered in a medium dusting of brown hair.  He slipped off
his untied shoes and hopped out of his sweatpants in two quick motions which
left him standing in his white briefs and socks.

            Immediately I noticed his package.  His briefs were straining to
contain his erection, made harder by the fact that the cotton material was
damn near translucent due to his engorged cock leaking.  Slipping out of his
socks, Coach Heller looked up and caught me staring at him.  He blushed and
looked away from me for about a minute, then returned his gaze with a sly
grin on his face.

            "You must really be hard up to still be boned after watching me
strip huh?" asked Coach Heller without it sounding like much of a question

            It was my turn to blush but I couldn't help but smile.  This
seemed to be headed in a direction in which I couldn't help but be
intrigued.  My throbbing cock began to leak out precum and a small wet spot
formed on the pouch of my jockstrap.

            Coach Heller slid his briefs down his muscled quads and stepped
out of them.  His raging ram rod sprang up at a 45 degree angle from his
stomach.  His uncut rod glistened slick with precum and throbbing with his
heartbeat, its foreskin fully retracted.  I would later find out that his
uncut cock was 9.5 inches long and a hair over 7 inches round.  A near
perfect cylinder with a slight up curve toward the magnificent dark red,
nearly purple mushroom head.  It was a sight to behold.

            "Ahhh man, does it feel good to let this sucker breath.  Pick
you jaw up off the floor Jeremy!  From the looks of it, I don't have you
beat by all that much in the cock department.  Come on, let's get this
shower over with." Said Coach Heller

            I pulled off my jock and hopped out of it, then hopped over to
the running shower as steam began to permeate the office.  Coach Heller was
right behind me making sure I didn't take a tumble.  I reached the lip of
the shower stall and quickly spun on my right foot around to get some help
hopping over it as the tiles on the other side were slick at best.

            My spin must have caught Coach Heller off guard since my cock,
sticking straight out from my crotch whacked his own throbbing erection.  Coach
Heller let out an involuntary moan at this action and his cock began to leak
another bead of precum.  I was about to express my apologies when Coach
Heller twisted his hips and whacked my cock with his, payback.  With this,
we both let out moans of pleasure.  I was beginning to lose my head in my
horniess and lust.  Coach Heller locked eyes with me, his soft brown eyes
almost pleading with me.

            Without breaking eye contact I reach out.  The open face of my
palm light grazed the slick head of Coach Heller's penis.  He closed his
eyes and bit his lower lip at the sensation.  Taking this as a sign that he
liked it, I reached out a second time and lightly grabbed the head.  I
slowly stroked the shaft of his sizable meat, pulling the foreskin over the
head then slowly stroking it down the shaft.  I took a hop closer to him,
and he wrapped his strong arms around me in an embrace.  Staring into each
other's eyes, we kissed.

            The kiss did not last long as I again reached down and stroked
the length of his shaft.  Coach Heller's body shuttered and he let out a cry
as he unleashed a torrent of steaming cum.  Shot after shot of burning white
viscous goo was ejected from his veiny throbbing monster onto my upper
thighs and my own cock.

            It took Coach Heller a few minutes to recover from his
apparently Earth shattering orgasm, but once he did he looked me in the eyes
and dropped to his knees.  On his knees, he gripped my shaft, slowly jerking
me.  My head tilted back, I was on a hair trigger.  As my eyes closed, I
felt the tip of Coach Heller's tongue graze the underside of my shaft and it
sent me over the edge.  I couldn't give any warning as my seed exploded all
over Coach Heller's face.

            Covered in my cum on his knees, Coach Heller looked up at me
with a sheepish grin.



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