Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2007 22:24:16 -0400
From: hawksandhacksaws@aim.com
Subject: Coach D - Part 2

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Coach D -- Part 2

By Hawks & Hacksaws

Finally, the new semester began. My new schedule had my TA class as 6th
period, so I wouldn't get to see Coach until the end of the
day. Unfortunately, I couldn't spend my time in other classes fantasizing
about him because the teachers were taking the day seriously and piling
classwork on everyone. After hours of tedious work, it was finally time for
the last class of the day.

Coach D was sitting at his desk working on the computer when I walked into
his room. It was one of the internal rooms of the hallway, with no windows
and all the privacy I had ever needed for one of my fantasies. We said our
hellos and he started me off with grading papers. This became the routine
of the next couple weeks, him on the computer while I finished his
paperwork. I began to lose hope that the signs from last semester had been
anything more than figments of my imagination.

Then came the Friday before a three day weekend. I walked into 6th period
expecting more quizzes to grade, only to find Coach taking off his shirt
with his back to me. Alas, he was wearing an undershirt, but the more I
could see, the better. His arms were beefy and hairy, and I saw two nice
thick clumps of underarm hair. As he turned to sound of the door closing, I
got a free look at his body while his shirt was still covering his
eyes. Coach D's chest was delicious, two meaty pecs with nipples that just
peeked through the wifebeater and the slightest bit of chest hair sticking
out the top. He was wearing his standard khakis, the bulge looking as tasty
as ever and possibly even bigger than usual.

Coach got his shirt off and gave me a smile. I wasn't sure if he caught me
staring at his package but he didn't say anything about it.  "You ready to
get some work done, Tyler?"

"Uh, what?"

"I told you last semester that I had wanted to rearrange the room, now's as
good a time as any."

"Ohhh." I had forgotten he'd been planning to rearrange, mostly because
he'd never really said when he was going to do it. "Yeah Coach, ready when
you are."

"Good. Get over here and give me a hand with these desks."

We spent the better part of the hour moving the classroom furniture around,
taking things out of and putting things in the large walk-in storage room
that each class has. In no time we were both sweating bullets and I had
stripped off my outer shirt as well. Finally, with about 10 minutes left
before the end of school, Coach D signaled that we were about done.

"I've just got to take care of one thing in the backroom, shouldn't take
more than a few minutes." He paused and gave me a once-over, taking his
time looking up and down my body. "You look exhausted, Tyler.  There's a
water bottle on my desk, help yourself." With that he walked into the
storage room, pulling the door closed almost all the way behind them.

Interested in what he was doing, but not as interested as I was thirsty, I
beelined to his desk for the water. As I gulped the beverage down greedily
I glanced at his computer, noticing he'd left a browser window minimized on
his desktop. Curious, I opened the window only to discover a picture of a
guy in his mid 20s or so lying naked on a bed, jacking himself off! It was
a pretty hot pic and before I could take my eyes off of it and start
working out just what it meant that this file was open on Coach D's
computer, I felt his strong hands on my shoulders and the heat of his body
just inches behind me.

"Do you like it, Tyler?"  His voice was a whisper at my ear.

I tried to clear my throat, failed, took a swallow. The man of my dreams
was here, now, and I had the feeling he had left the picture open just for
me to find. It was now or never. "Yeah, Coach. I like it."

"I thought you would. I hoped you would." His hands left my
shoulders. "Turn around Tyler, let me get a good look at you."

I turned to face him, knowing I was flushed with emotion and surprise. He
was smiling but his eyes had a look of pure desire in them. His undershirt
had been soaked all the way through with sweat, displaying his abundance of
matted chest hair and his erect nipples sticking through the fabric. I
looked down to see the bulge in his pants had grown a substantial amount,
and I didn't have to check myself to know that I was in the same state.

He put his hand under my chin to bring my view from his package back to his
eyes. "You're so beautiful, Tyler.  I've wanted you since you stepped into
my class, and I thought I sensed that you wanted me too. Was I right?"

I gulped again. "Yes."

"Good. Now I can finally do this."

Coach D wrapped one arm around my waist and put the other behind my head,
pulling us together in what I would always remember to be my first kiss
with another man. His tongue was slick and sensual in my mouth, and I tried
to copy his movements with my tongue. The hand behind my head moved to my
upper back while the other hand lowered to firmly grab my ass, massaging it
and giving me a couple little spanks every once in a while. Our
sweat-soaked shirts pressed into one another, sharing their musks between
us. The heat and firmness of his cock could be felt through both sets of
pants on my dick, and by instinct I started grinding our crotches together.

Coach D pulled away, and I moaned at losing his tongue from my mouth and
the pressure or his cock against mine.

"Not here, Tyler.  The custodians could come in at any moment and that
wouldn't end well for either of us. I just needed to know that you wanted
this as much as I did," he chuckled and gave my dick a quick squeeze
through my pants. "It seems that you do."

"Oh really?" I grinned at him and returned the favor by grabbing his
cock. Having his package gripped in my hand was the most natural thing in
the world, the feel of his firmness and heat in my grasp almost as good as
when he had cupped mine. Without thought I reached for him again, but this
time he grabbed me by the wrist before I could reach my target.

"I'm serious, Tyler.  We don't have the time or the security to get into
anything as long as we're here."

"Well what then, Coach?" I didn't bother to try and hide how disappointed I
was that we seemed to be stopping for the time being.

He stopped for a moment, and I could see exactly when the wheels in his
head clicked. He put on a devilish smile and stepped close again.  "It's a
three-day weekend starting tomorrow. How about you come to my house for the
weekend? It would give us all the time we need to finish what we've started
here." Again, his hands went to my shoulders, squeezing and rubbing them,
trying to relax me.

I had already made plans to go to the beach with friends, but I didn't feel
too bad breaking them. The beach trip also served as the story to tell my
parents, and I told my friends that I was driving upstate to catch a
concert. Coach D smiled again when I told him this, but I lost my grin he
turned to put his shirt back on.

"You're still gonna have to grade my papers, you kn-" Coach cut off as he
felt me press against him from behind. One hand wrapped around to fondle
his dick and the other worked its way under his shirt to get at his
rock-hard nipples. I pressed my cock against his ass, trying to work my way
into his trench. "You just don't give up, do you?"

 "What can I say, I'm persistent," I laughed, and started to work his
zipper, wanting desperately to see and feel his manhood. It felt pretty
long and thick, which scared me a little, but turned me on more.

Coach D turned from my grasp, giving me a short kiss and turning me around
so that we'd essentially switched positions. "Okay, okay. I see that you
won't be denied, but this has to be quick and then you've got to go." Coach
was playing with my package as he said this, and proceeded to unzip my
pants and pull my dick out. I was already on the verge of explosion from
everything that we'd already done, but I tried to hold off for as long as
possible as he began slowly jacking. He started working up more speed, the
friction of his fingers against the rim of my helmet pushing me ever closer
to orgasm as his other hand rubbed the inside of my leg and occasionally
slipped into my pants to squeeze my balls.

Finally I was unable to hold back any longer, and with a low growl from the
back of my throat I came hard all over Coach's hand. The memory of that
moment was forever imprinted in my memory: the first orgasm someone had
ever given me, and it was amazing! He continued jacking me a little longer,
milking me for every ounce of cum I had while he ground his hips and cock
into my ass. As I finished and began to catch my breath, Coach D pulled
away and went to his gym bag, sucking his fingers along the way. He
returned with a towel which he used to clean my crotch and the remains of
my sticky load from his fingers. I was still unable to speak and was barely
able to zip myself back up and take a seat at his desk.

Coach wrote down his address and handed it to me. "Tomorrow, 11 a.m. Don't
be late."

I looked at his still hard cock. "But what about...?"

"I'm going to save this load for tomorrow. I suggest you don't take matters
into your own hands tonight, as well. Make sure you give yourself a good
cleaning, all over." His emphasis on `all over' made my dick tingle yet
again. "It's going to be a long weekend." Coach again went to put his shirt
on, and I was just standing back up as he turned to face me again.

He pulled me into one last, deep kiss, fondling my ass with both hands and
pulling my cheeks apart. "I'll see you tomorrow, Tyler."

"Yeah, Coach. Definitely." I grabbed my stuff and headed for the exit.

"Oh, and Tyler?"  Coach D caught me just before I opened the door.

"Yeah?"

"Bring a jockstrap tomorrow."


Next chapter: The Weekend...


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