Date: Mon, 6 Aug 2007 16:42:35 -0500
From: Jake <jakeonthebox@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Surprise During Dinner 2

Chapter 4: Jeremy in the Coach's office

(in Jeremy's voice)

Dude, you have no idea how weird my life has gotten in the last couple of
weeks.

First I found out that my older brother Jason, who has been my role model
my whole life, is gay. This total stud, who was always a hit with the
ladies, is takin' it up the ass like a bitch from our neighbor, who's like
ten years older than him or somethin'. Next thing you know, he's packing up
his shit and moving next door. I don't know why he bothered to bring any
clothes, cuz the guy keeps him naked all the time, too, like some kind of
trophy. My buddy was in my room the other day and saw Jason swimming
bareass in my neighbors pool. How the fuck do you explain that?

Then, on Friday, they started with me. My dad started ragging on me about
my skin cuz I didn't take a shower after practice, and the next thing you
know, him and our neighbor are shaving me down while Jason and my friend
Shawn watched. I hate for people to see me naked cuz I'm so skinny, unlike
my brother the hunk, and here I was totally on display.

And it gets worse! Somehow what they were doing to me was getting me a
little boned. I mean fuck, I'm eighteen years old and it's not like I get
that much play with the chicks... you start touching me all over and what
do you think is gonna happen? So they notice this and decide I must want it
up the ass, too. Um, not so much, but somehow because Shawn starts talking
smack to him, I end up being the test dummy on the end of my neighbors
finger while they test whether or not a guy can cum without touching his
dick. Why didn't they try it out on Shawn???

Well, actually, they did, or I should say I did. My neighbor got me off by
touching something inside my ass that I have to admit felt amazing. he let
Shawn try it too, but that fuckin' oaf couldn't do it as good as he
could. I never felt anything like it, and I got even with Shawn cuz my spew
landed all over the motherfucker's face!

That meant Shawn lost the bet, and I had to do it to him, too. It was kind
of gross but neat at the same time. I don't think I'd do it with him again,
but I knew I had to get a chick or somebody to diddle me like my neighbor
did. How the fuck do you ask for that, though. I wished I could do it to
myself.

So today we had practice again. I saw Shawn and the fucker wouldn't look at
me. No way I was goin' in the shower... I was afraid I'd start thinkin'
about what we did and get boned up in front of everybody. So I was packing
up my shit to leave when Mr. Hennessey, the football coach who I barely
know, comes looking for me and calls me into his offfice. I'm thinking,
'What the fuck could he want with me? There's no way he wants my scrawny
ass on the football team.'

So I follow him into his office which is off the locker room. I go for a
chair but he tells me to sit on the massage table he's got. He asks me how
my dad is and how Jason is (if only I told him his star QB from last year
is riding on the end of some older guy's dick!), but I just said he was
fine.

So then he tells me that my dad was worried about my skin and wanted him to
talk to me about taking better care of it. He's also the health teacher for
the younger kids, so I guess he knows what he's talking about. Next thing
you know, he wants me to take my shirt off! So far this sounds legit, since
he was asking about my skin, so I stand up and take the shirt off, and
naturally I'm all red and rashy just like I always am after practice, and
it doesn' thelp that they shaved me like a goddam sheep the other night and
now I'm itchy where it's starting to come back in.

He wheels his chair over runs his fingers my chest and stuff and says he
says he wants me to take a shower now, and that I should always take one
right after practice.

I hardly know this guy, but for some reason I admit that I'm self-conscious
about my body especially since my brother's so built, which is why I've
waited til I got home, like at least half the guys do. "Everybody's
different," he says and reminds me that my brother's got two years on me
and trained for football and wrestling, which need a different kind of
build than soccer, which I play. But he tells me that I can use his shower,
and says he'll find out what kind of soap would help my skin. With that he
goes, "you'll need to lose these" and fucking slides my shorts right off my
ass! As I'm recovering from that, he spins me around and looks at my ass
between the straps of my jock. "You're rashy back here, too, Jeremy," he
says, touching my butt. "You really need to take better care of this." He
grabs my cheeks in both hands and pulls them apart a little, and that was
all I needed for my dick to wake up and remember what happened the other
night.

So now I'm half, boned, and what does he do? turns me back around! He gives
the bulge in my jock a long look but doesn't say anything, then lifts it
out and over my junk and pulls it down my legs. My cock bounces up and
points right at him and as I go to step out of the shorts and jock, I
stumble a little and the head of my dick brushes against his scratchy
beard, which hurts a little but at the same time is as close as I've ever
been to someone's mouth, so I'm rock hard by now. I'm like freakin' out
because I'm naked and boned in front of a teacher and it looks like I just
tried to score a blowjob from him. I'm afraid he's going to go nuts, but he
just laughs as he catches me with both hands around my bare hips to steady
me and says "No thanks, I ate already!" and points me towards the shower.

Now his office is kind of fucked up, because the shower is right in the
corner of the room, and there's just this skimpy clear curtain to keep the
water in it. He sat at his desk, made a phone call and worked on papers
while I was in there, and damn if I didn't stay boned the whole time. I
wasn't in there a few minutes when someone knocks on the door! I think
Coach Hennessey is going to freak out, but he casually opens the door like
it's nothing. It's Dr. Rathbone, my biology teacher from sophomore year,
and when Mr. Hennessey sees who it is, he lets him in. I'm like cowering in
the corner of the shower at this point, figuring him seeing my ass is
better than the fact that I'm boned up in a teacher's office. I was never a
favorite of his, I knew he'd be enjoying this.

"Jeremy, I'm sure you remember Dr. Rathbone," Hennessey says like we're all
in business suits.

"Um, yeah, hi," I manage to get out, without looking at him.

"Don't be rude; come on on out of there," he tells me. What the fuck? He's
still a teacher, so I do as he says, looking around for a towel. I find one
but it's not very big and it barely gets around my body, leaving a gap at
my hips so I have to hold it there. My cock is still half hard, and pushing
the towel out in front.

"I was telling Dr. Rathbone about your skin problems," the coach explained
as they each grabbed a chair. "Come let him see," I wander over, bulge
leading the way, and the coach shows him the bumps on my chest and stomach,
both of them running their fingers over me. My cock is pushing the goddam
towel out like a fucking circus tent, till they're leaning around it to
talk to each other.

"Can we, um..." Dr. Rathbone begins and Coach picks up on it, and pulls the
towel right out of my hands so I'm standing in front of them naked with my
cock all the way up. They look at it but don't mention it, and the coach
spins me around to show him how the irritation is on my ass, too, which
they both have to fucking touch before turning me around again.

"What happened to your pubic hair?" Rathbone asks me, running his fingers
over the skin right above my dick, while staring at it as it bobbed around.

"Um, my dad..." his eyes widened, and Coach interrupted.

"With his habit of not showering enough, I told his dad it would be a good
idea to shave the skin smooth. We're going to do a better job of keeping up
with both that and the washing so the irritation goes away."

"I'd recommend something with glycerine, and then Gold Bond powder. I
brought both with me. You should put the powder both where he sweats and
where the shaving goes on, which in most cases are the same."

"Okay, we'll do that now."

"Is there a reason why you are so, um, aroused, Jeremy?" Dr. Rathbone was
still staring at my cock.

"Um, I don't know. I guess it's, um, been a while."

"How long is a while?" I the truth was I had jacked it that moning, but I
didn't want to sound like a total pervert, so I go, "Um, Friday?" which of
course made me think of HOW it happened Friday, which made my cock jump
again.

That was just the hook he needed. "Contrary to what people used to say,
it's not very healthy for a young guy such as yourself to go long periods
of time without an orgasm."

"That's true," Coach pipes up. "In fact, didn't your brother have a problem
with his prostate when he was your age?"

"Um, I don't really know." I just wanted to get out of there.

"Have you ever had yours checked by a doctor?" Coach asks.

"Um, no, I thought they only did that to old guys," not thinking how that
would sound to the two of them.

"Yes, but if you have a family history of it, maybe it would be a good
idea. I don't have any gloves here, but I think we should check it out."

"Is that really necessary?"

"If you want to play sports at the school, we've got to be sure you're
okay." He knew that would get to me. Damn him, holding that over my head!

"I guess I can get my dad to take me to the doctor again, but I was just
there."

"That's okay, I can do it for you. I don't have any gloves here, but I
won't tell if you won't" Dr. Rathbone seemed almost eager to stick his
finger in my ass.

Without waiting for me to argue any more, they guided me over to the
massage table by my bare hips and had me bend over so my chest was against
it and my ass was exposed to the room. Coach took some hand soap and wiped
it around on my asshole... it felt cold and i felt his finger teasing like
it wanted to go in, instead of the doctor's.

Then he took his hand away and I felt the doctor's there against my
hole. His touch was lighter and slower, and he rubbed the spot over and
over. I had to admit it felt good, and my cock would have given it away if
I didn't as it was now dripping on the floor. He took forever about it,
enjoying this power he had over me, but little by little I felt his finger
working its way into me.

The coach was watching, apparently fascinated like this never happened to
him. "What do you think, Doc?"

"Not too bad, maybe a little swollen, I guess." He rubbed the spot inside
me a little more for emphasis. "Do you want to feel?"

"Sure, I'd like to understand what happens and how to tell if it's a
problem." I was freaking out... I barely knew this guy, and he had some
big-ass hands! I couldn't believe the doc gave him permission to do
something so personal to me without so much as asking me. I struggled to
stand up, but one of those big hands held me right in place. "Easy there,
killer, this'll be over soon enough."

Then his giant finger was back against my hole and he pushed it right in to
the hilt, which caused a grunt from me. Fuck, his finger was a lot bigger
than any of the other three (shit! what the fuck was wrong with me! Now
FOUR guys have had their finger up my chute!). Then he slid back and forth
a little til he found the spot. By this point, I had a feeling he knew
exactly what he was looking for but was playing dumb, but the feelings
coming out of my ass were too amazing for me to complain.

"Yeah, I see what you mean." as he kept his finger right on the spot and
rubbed it. They casually discussed the male reproductive system as if they
were in a lecture hall while the coach idly kept playing with my butt.

"Keep that up and you're going to have a mess on the floor." the doc
chuckled. The coach looked down as if he'd forgotten what he was doing, and
reluctantly eased his finger out of me.