Date: Tue, 9 May 2006 18:32:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tom Orr <tomajproductions@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: After P.E.

At 12 years old, I was short for my age. With blond, curly hair, I
weighed only 110 pounds and had no pubic hair, but my cock was 4 and a
half inches long and almost an inch in diameter when erect, with a long
foreskin that covered the head. The guys in P.E. used to tease me when
we'd shower after class, calling me "baby" and asking me why I still
didn't have any "hair" like them.

P.E. was my last class of the day, so I alway made sure to dry off
completely before I headed home in the cool afternoon air.

It was the last day of school before Christmas break, and, as I showered
late, I suddenly realized that I was the last guy left in the locker
room, still drying off. Looking down to the other end of the locker
room, I noticed that Coach Ramirez, the football coach, and my P.E.
teacher, was just stepping into the shower.

Coach Carlos Ramirez looked like a taller, more muscular version of
Antonio Banderas, about 30 years old with smooth, hairless olive skin,
jet black hair, a very muscular physique and an extremely long and thick
uncut dick with a skin-over that hung about two inches over the tip. His
balls were also hairless, low-hangers, about the size of goose eggs, and
the right one hung a bit lower than the left. As he walked into the
shower, his huge slab of man-meat swung from side to side, hitting
his left thigh, then his right, repeatedly.

I stood there, not moving, fascinated by his beauty, and wondering,
like everyone else at school, why he always seemed to be the last one to
shower. His best friend, another teacher, Coach O'Connor, a green-eyed,
red-headed 23 year-old body builder from Ireland was usually hanging out
with him in the office, but he had apparently already gone home. The
locker room was silent, except for the splashing of Coach
Ramirez's shower and my increasingly heavy breathing.

Watching Coach Ramirez soap himself, I observed his fat, brown tube start
to swell as he rubbed it, the long foreskin eventually peeling back and
exposing the huge, shiny purple head. It had to be at least 12 inches
long and easily 3 inches across. I'd never seen a cock that big.  I
noticed that I had started to get hard, too. Before I could cover
up, Coach looked right at me, down at my now rock hard penis, and
then back at my face and frowned.

"Hey, Jones," he yelled, "Get over here," he growled

"Uh, sure, coach," I stammered and headed toward him, terrified and
excited.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, spying on me, huh? And
what's this about?" he asked, pointing at my still-throbbing erection. "I
could get you in big trouble for spying on a teacher, you know!"

"I'm sorry, coach. I didn't mean to. I'm just late getting out of here.
Please don't tell anybody," I pleaded.

"I'll think about it if you get over here right now and wash my back.
Right now," he barked.

He handed me the soap and I stepped behind him and started to rub it all
over his smooth, muscular back. I was scared, but my boner got even
harder as soon as my hands touched him.

"Lower," he commanded, "still lower."

I suddenly realized that I was rubbing the smooth, round globes of his
ass, slipping my right hand into his hairless crack. I suddenly felt his
smooth pucker hole and rubbed it firmly. I felt hotter and more turned on
and decided to slide two fingers into the moist, hot opening. Coach
Ramirez groaned loudly and pushed back on my fingers until they
disappeared into his slick butt-hole up to the last knuckles.

"Yeah, that's it," he groaned, "harder."

I kept shoving my finger in and out of the red-hot pucker until he
finally pulled away, saying, "Let me rinse off, Jason."

He rinsed the soap off his body and swung around, his huge, veiny
erection swinging away from his body, pre-cum dripping from the long
foreskin.

"On your knees, Jason. Now," he ordered. "Now, peel back the skin and
put my cock into your mouth, or else."

I grabbed hold of the monster with my left hand, unable to wrap my hand
all the way around it's huge girth, and with my right hand I slowly
peeled back the dripping foreskin to reveal a slick, shiny, purple head
about the size a light bulb with a two-inch slit, clear slime oozing from
it and running onto my hand. I leaned forward and opened my 12 year old
mouth as far as I could, engulfing as much of  the hot, massive head
as possible .

Oh, yeah..." he groaned, grabbing the back of my head, pulling it toward
his crotch and shoving the monster down my virgin throat. At first, I
gagged, but with each thrust of his hips, I started to open my throat and
was able to swallow almost all of his 12 inches. Again and again he
shoved the giant column of meat down my throat until unexpectedly he let
out a cry and I felt jet after jet of hot, salty man-juice hitting the
back of my throat. He came so much that my young mouth couldn't hold it
all, and spooge was dripping out of the corners of my mouth.

From behind me I heard, "Don't swallow that!"

Startled, I turned and saw that coach O'Connor was standing five feet
behind us, stark-naked and sporting a throbbing boner. Coach O'Connor
stood about 5 foot, ten inches with bright red hair, and was built like a
gymnast, with a perfectly proportioned body sporting large dark pink
nipples and a nine-inch throbber which was even fatter than Coach
Ramirez's. It was an upward curving, solid white, uncut shaft, bulging
with blue and purple veins and topped by a shiny, fiery red blunt knob,
dripping pre-cum, sticking out from a tiny shock of bright orange pubic
hair. The vein on the underside was clearly visible, about an inch wide
and an inch thick.

He walked directly over to me and shoved his cock in my face, saying
softly, "I want that big load all over this fat dick, kid, I'm gonna take
your cherry."

He shoved his rock-hard boner in and out my mouth a few times and then
told me to spit the rest into his hand. He then put his cum-covered hand
into the crack of my ass and spread the jizz all over my tiny, pink,
hairless hole, sliding his index finger into me. I jumped a bit, at
first, but almost immediately I love the feeling of his finger, which
continued to plunge deeper and deeper into me.

"Hold him, Carlos," he said, as Coach Ramirez spread my tiny ass cheeks
for Coach O'Connor. Coach O'Connor pushed the huge, jizz covered head
against my virgin hole and pushed. I felt like I was being split in two
as the massive head slowly slid into my guts, stretching my pucker-hole
to the breaking point. Coach O'Connor covered my mouth to stifle a scream
as he slammed the shaft home, lifiting me off my knees with his thrust. I
was in agony for a few moments, but as Coach O'Connor began to
rythmically thrust in and out, in and out, in and out, it began to feel
incredible. I pushed back against him with every thrust, hearing him
groan in ecstacy.

I looked up just as Coach Ramirez was sliding his once-again hard slab of
latin dick into my mouth, leaning over me to shove his tongue down Coach
O'Conner's throat.

"Both of us, Carlos, both of us," Coach O'Connor moaned, as he rolled
onto his back, me still impaled on his gigantic shaft, my hairless boner
poking straight up in the air. In front of me, Coach Ramirez grabbed my
ankles and lifted them onto his shoulders as he put the head of his
dripping boner against my already filled baby asshole. With a cry and a
shove, he drove it deep into my guts. I almost fainted from the pain of
two giant cocks filling my pink, virgin asshole, but soon the feeling of
one shoving forward while the other slid back felt amazingly good. As
they fucked me, they kissed passionately, sliding their tongues into one
another's mouths.

Faster and faster they thrust their giant poles into my pink, hairless
hole,

"Agh...agh..agh...agh...agh...agh..." Coach O'Connor cried.

"Oh, yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah..." moaned Ramirez.

Each thrust going deeper and deeper, their breath came faster and faster,
until suddenly I heard Coach O'Connor cry out, "Oh, my god...Oh...I'm
coming...I'm coming..."

I felt his body tense-up and his giant dick began to throb deep inside my
guts, filling me with his hot cream. As soon as he said he was coming,
Coach Ramirez yelled, "Ohh...oh...oh...oh...oh, yeah!!!!!!" and his pole
also began to pulsate and twitch, shooting a huge load of spooge inside
me too, mixing with Coach O'Connor's. Almost at the same moment, my
hairless boner shot rope after rope of lumpy jizz onto Coach Ramirez's
chest.

After a minute, they slowly slid their still rigid love muscles out of my
ass with a "plop" and Coach O'Connor ordered me to stand up and squat
over his face and push. I positioned myself right over his mouth and
heard the huge load of combined jizz slide out of my asshole and into his
waiting mouth. He got up, cum dripping from the corners of his mouth and
deep kissed Coach Ramirez, transferring the creamy, salty load into his
mouth. Coach Ramirez then came over to me and parted my lips, depositing
the spooge into my mouth, ordering me to swallow it.

"Well, time to go home, Jason," said Coach Ramirez, "And this time I
won't tell anybody that your were spying on me. Merry Christmas."