Date: Wed, 15 Feb 2017 22:35:09 -0600
From: Jack Barnett <jackbarnett2017@yandex.com>
Subject: Basketball-fuck-club-1

This is a work of fiction and any similarity to persons living or dead is
purely accidental.  There will be sex between adults (including same sex)
and between adults and teens and preteens.  All the normal warnings
regarding such material apply.  Any comments may be sent to:

jackbarnett2017@yandex.com. Enjoy.

CHAPTER ONE

I have had several jobs in my life, and as I look back it's pretty clear
that almost all of them involved kids and places where they change
clothes. I am now a high school science teacher and basketball coach (no
fucking idea why I wasn't a gym teacher, as much as I love to look at
unclothed kids). I have also worked as a camp counselor (horndog heaven)
and in college I also covered some sporting events that allowed me to go
into locker rooms after games. Those experiences all gave me many, many
nights of fantasies to think about as my right hand was taking the place of
another human.

I teach at a small high school out in the country, and I am the boys junior
varsity basketball coach. I still get to see my share of naked guys, but to
be honest by this age they have a lot of body hair and they are not nearly
as cute as the younger ones. I love the boys with soft, smooth skin
unblemished by lots of hair. And with nice cocks.

We aren't especially good at basketball, but the kids work pretty hard and
have fun. I have always desired to do much more than look at the boys on
our team, but the opportunity just hasn't presented itself. Obviously I
couldn't make a wrong move and be caught, or I would be facing decades in
prison. Yet, an opportunity presented itself last year that I could not
pass up. His name was Jake, a sophomore who was my perfect vision. He had
just turned 16, but was underdeveloped for his age. He had hair under his
arms and around his nice five-inch cock, but but not a lot of hair anywhere
else. I tried to not be obvious when I would walk through the locker room
as he was in the shower or just getting out. After the season was over, he
asked me if I would work with him individually on his basketball skills. As
gorgeous as he was, he was not a great player and his chances to ever see
much court time were not great. Being single, and hot for his body, I
gladly agreed. He lived close to the school, as did I, and we had our first
workout session on a Sunday afternoon. No one else was around the school;
it was just me and him. I had him to do a series of basketball drills
involving dribbling, shooting, and other skills. He would run for a while,
then shoot, then dribble, then run a little more, and he got a good workout
in. He came to the first session wearing a tank top T-shirt and regular
basketball shorts. I could see the sweat glistening on his shoulders as he
worked out, and he was amazingly beautiful. There was no air conditioning
in the gym, and at one point he took off his tank top and played
shirtless. Telepathy does work. I could see the waistband of his underwear
as his shorts would slide down, and occasionally I could see the crack of
his ass cheeks when he bent over to pick up a ball. It was well worth my
time.

We finished our first session, he thanked me, and he left. Nothing really
happened, except I went home and rubbed out a good one thinking about the
gorgeous, sweaty boy I had legally stared at for the last couple of
hours. The next time we met was on a weeknight, and he wanted to come
earlier because he had somewhere to go afterward. His father had left the
family when Jake was young, and his mom worked all the time. He was an only
child. When Jake arrived at our second workout, he brought a backpack with
some other clothes in it. His mom didn't have to work that night, and after
our session they were going to go visit some relatives in a nearby town. We
went through the same workout as the first time, and I maybe worked him a
little harder than the first. He's a good kid, and I want him to get
better, but in my mind I knew I wanted to get him nice and sweaty so he
would want to take a shower at school. Sure enough, when we were done he
picked up his bag and asked if he could take a shower in the locker room. I
told him he could, and my heart started racing. I let him go first, waited
a minute or so and then I followed him in. I could hear the water running
in the shower, which was a traditional old school gang shower-type cinder
block room painted white with six shower heads that pointed toward the
middle of the room. I was pondering my next move when he said "Crap, I
didn't bring any body wash. Do you have any?" I told him I did, and since I
had worked up a sweat also that I might just join him. He said that was
fine. I went into the coach's office, grabbed a bottle, grabbed a towel,
took off my clothes and headed toward the showers. My heart was racing as I
found myself naked in the same room as this teen goddess, and with me
having something he wanted. Thinking with my dick instead of my brain, I
decided to put some body wash in my hand and wash his back. No harm, no
foul, if he objected and it could lead to some more interesting things if
he didn't mind. He was rinsing his hair off as I approached him, and
extended my hand full of soap. I placed my hand between his shoulder blades
and gently massaged his soft, wet skin in a circular motion. This elicited
what I was hoping would happen - a soft moan. "Does that feel good?" I
asked. He said it did, and he had never had anyone wash him before. At
least not since he was a baby. I got more confident that things were
proceeding well, so I put more soap in my hand and moved to his
shoulders. His muscle tone was nice, and I included the back of his neck,
his sides, and his back all the way down to his waist. I stopped for a
moment, not sure how much farther I should proceed. He turned his head
toward me and said, "Don't stop. That feels great." So I put more soap in
my hands and carefully (and slowly) washed his beautiful, hairless ass. I
ran my hands down his legs all the way to his ankles and back up
again. Getting bolder, I told him to move his feet apart and I washed the
taint between his legs. He moaned as I continued to wash around his groin
area, and of course I moved around to the side to see if this attention was
getting him hard. It was. His beautiful dick, five inches long when soft,
was about eight now. It wasn't incredibly thick, and looked prime for more
attention. I moved around to the front of him, and I did his front. I
thoroughly washed his chest area and his stomach area, then I took a deep
breath, added more soap and attacked his cock. I don't know how dirty it
actually was, but it got plenty of attention from me. I made sure his balls
were cleaned well, also, then his legs. I moved back around behind him, and
I massaged his shoulders and rubbed him all over the back side of his
body. "How was that?" I asked. "It felt great," he said. I pulled up behind
him in a hug, with my rock hard six-incher poking him in the butt. I
reached around in front of him and grabbed his log and began jacking him
off slowly. More moans from the both of us. I would occasionally stop to
play with his balls, but then it was back to the main event. As his panting
increased so did my tempo. Soon he started to grunt and groan, and I knew
the end was near. Shortly he was spewing his love juice all over the shower
room floor, and when finished I just held him from behind in an embrace.

I didn't know exactly where this was going, but I liked where it was
headed.