Date: Sun, 07 Oct 2007 22:33:26 -0400
From: hawksandhacksaws@aim.com
Subject: Coach D - Part 1

The Disclaimer: Don't read if you're not old enough to legally read this.


Coach D -- Part 1

By Hawks & Hacksaws


I entered my senior year of high school like many other closet cases do:
horny and alone. I'm 5'11", 165lbs, brown hair/eyes, average build, in good
shape with a nice 6.5" cut dick and some hairy low hangers. Only my closest
of friends knew I was gay, which had led to a bit of grabass and such, but
none of them were really my type. I was much more interested in older guys,
hairy guys, and jocks. My circle of friends didn't extend into those areas,
so my fantasies were relegated most often to my teachers.

One of my most common fantasies involved my economics teacher, Coach D.
Coach D was in charge of the varsity and jv football squads, and also so
happened to be the man of my wet dreams. Standing at 6'2" and near 200lbs,
Coach D was a pure stud. He was in his mid 40s and had the build of a
former athlete, still muscled but softened at the edges. His dark hair and
eyes reminded me of one of my favorite porn stars of the time as well,
which couldn't have hurt.

I had Coach D's economy class in the first semester. Every day was like a
test of will to keep from burying my face in his bubble butt and working my
tongue over every inch of his body. Coach D also tended toward wearing
clothes that were a size too small, which always left his tight ass and
prominent bulge on display. This was something of a joke among the
students, but I always chalked it up to a jock who enjoyed showing off his
physique. Coach was also very hands-on with his students, giving reassuring
pats on the back and strong handshakes whenever he could. Just the feeling
off his strong hand on my shoulder or his thick fingers pressed against
mine would give me a massive hardon that I spent the rest of class trying
to hide.

Midway through the semester was my 18th birthday.  I'm one to enjoy big
celebrations, so I was having a good time of it during all my classes that
day. Coach seemed to take a particular interest in my festivities and
struck up a conversation with me near the end of class.

"So, Tyler, finally hit the big 18, yeah?"

Coach was one to talk, so I wasn't too surprised. "Yeah Coach, it's pretty
nice."

He chuckled. "Guess you're gonna enjoy being old enough to do so much more
stuff now. Smoking, going to clubs, buying porn." The last sentence was
said under his breath so that no one but me could hear him.

This caught me off-guard. "Say what, Coach?"

He continued on without noticing my surprise. "Handsome young man like you
though, you probably don't have to take care of yourself too often I bet."

Before I could come up with an intelligible response the late bell rang and
I had to sprint to make my next class. I was flabbergasted. Coach D, the
man who I've jacked off so many times thinking about, talking to me about
porn? The idea had me all worked up and I spent the better part of Calculus
not hearing the teacher go over the previous night's homework. Was Coach
just trying to talk me as if I was an equal, showing me that I had become
an adult? Or was it something more? I decided not to let myself hope too
much.

The end of the semester came without another instance of Coach D talking to
me as he had on my birthday. I was feeling sad because I wouldn't have a
chance to see Coach on the daily basis I had gotten used to.  This changed
rather quickly, however, when Coach asked me to stay after class on the
last day before vacation.

"Ah, Tyler, I was hoping you could do me a favor." He seemed to be in a
great mood and put his hand on my shoulder conspiratorially while we
talked.

"Sure Coach, what's up?"

"Well, I've heard you mention that you're going to be a Teacher's Assistant
next semester, and I was hoping you could help me out around here. I have
the TA period off and I'd like to rearrange the classroom and get some
other paperwork out of the way. What do you say?" His hand squeezed my
shoulder, and I was worried my dick would start to tent out visibly in my
jeans.

"Uh, yeah Coach. No problem. I haven't been assigned to a teacher yet
anyway, so it should be fine."

"Great, great. I'll talk to your guidance counselor and get everything set
up. Now, you'd better be off to your next class." As I turned to go, Coach
gave me a quick pat on the bottom.

I tensed up, both in surprise and to keep myself from cumming in my
pants. Coach had never done that before, not with me or any other student!
Again, Coach D had my head swimming and I spent most of math thinking about
it. Between this and what he'd said on my birthday, was I reading false
signs or was Coach trying to tell me something?  Knowing there was nothing
I could do about it until we came back for the second semester, I decided
to try and push it all out of my mind and just enjoy the Christmas holiday.

Easier said than done. That very night I dreamt about Coach, him fucking my
tight ass while we both wore jockstraps. With a roar he buried his load
deep inside me and I came in the pouch of my jock. When I woke up I was on
the verge of cumming and had to edge myself off agonizingly slowly. When I
had calmed down a little, I started to play with myself while thinking
about the dream. I slipped a finger in my hole and slowly stroked my cock,
thinking of what I imagined to be his hairy chest and long, thick cock. I
had soon worked myself up to a frenetic pace, and unloaded my cum all over
my chest and stomach. As I licked up every drop from my fingers, I wondered
if Coach D's cum tasted like mine.



Coming soon: The next semester...

This is my first attempt at erotica, so please be gentle.  Email/AIM me
with any questions or comments or... ;-) hawksandhacksaws@aim.com

-H&H