Date: Fri, 02 Nov 2007 22:35:39 -0400
From: hawksandhacksaws@aim.com
Subject: Coach D - Part 3

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Coach D -- Part 3

By Hawks &
Hacksaws


That Friday night seemed to take forever. Knowing what the next few days
would bring was a kind of torture for me, made even worse by the fact that
I was trying not to touch the near-constant hardon I was sporting at the
thought of what had happened at school and what was going to happen the
next day.

I tried to put my mind elsewhere. I picked up an old novel but couldn't
focus long enough for anything to sink in. I threw on a movie but every
time the lead actor came on I wondered what he looked like naked and if he
had ever been with another guy. Come 9:00 pm or so my nerves were
completely shot and I could think of no other ways to occupy myself that
didn't end with me shooting cum all over my chest. I set my alarm and tried
to fall asleep.

Two hours or restless tossing and turning later, I finally managed to fall
under. Unfortunately, my subconscious picked up where my conscious left
off. Not an hour later I snapped awake on the edge of shooting as I humped
mercilessly into my bed. I was able to get up and splash some cold water on
my face without accidentally popping off. Climbing back under the sheets,
it took all the effort I could muster to force my erection down and finally
fall asleep again.

Saturday morning. I got up at about 9, in time to catch breakfast and
reinforce my alibi one more time before my parents went to work.  After
they left I began my preparations for heading to Coach's house. I packed a
few changes of clothes, as well as a couple extra jockstraps in a duffel
bag.  After that I jumped in the shower, giving myself that deep cleaning
Coach had asked of me. Also, as a surprise for him, I decided to shave my
hole and give myself a nice little trim all over. Any time that something
sharp goes near my balls and ass can be described as a nerve-wracking
experience, but I made it through my preparations unscathed. I dressed in
what I considered to be my "sexy outfit"; plain black tee, button-fly tight
jeans that stretched so nice across my package, and of course, my favorite
jockstrap. Gray, a bit too small, and unwashed in some time, just wearing
it could give me a half-chub and the pouch had been the receptacle for
dozens of jack-off loads.

The time to head out for Coach's came. I jumped in my car and started
following the directions I had gotten online. It wasn't too far of a drive,
and within 15 minutes I was in front of his house. It was bigger than I
would've imagined for a teacher's salary, and I thought I caught the looks
of a pool in the back yard as I pulled into the driveway. Coach was waiting
for me as I walked up to the door, dressed similarly to his usual school
outfits. He gave me a curt hello and shook my hand before we proceeded
inside.

As soon as the door was closed, however, Coach was all over me. He pressed
me against the door, his hands going to my sides as he gave me another of
those perfectly deep, powerful kisses before pulling away and giving me a
sheepish grin. "Sorry about that greeting. Had to make things look
respectable in case any of the neighbors were watching."

I returned the smile. "No sweat. Now, where should we begin?" I was already
at full mast from that kiss, ready and waiting to go.

Coach just smiled and turned to walk down the hallway. "How about lunch?"

My dick softened a little. "What?" I started to follow him, catching up
just as he entered the kitchen.

"If there's one thing you're going to need to learn this weekend, Tyler,
it's patience. All good things will come in time, and when we do get to the
festivities I want you to be patient and to make it last as long as you
can." Coach shot me a wink before turning to the counter. "After the first
one, of course. I know you'll need to get that one of your system or you
could damn well explode." He turned back to me with two plates full of
food. "Now, how do burgers and fries sound?"

We sat down to eat at the kitchen counter. Coach seemed in no hurry to
finish, making small talk and putting a college football game on the tv. We
discussed different teams, which ones we thought were serious contenders,
how screwed up the BCS is, and so on. When the food was gone we made our
way to the couch in the living room to watch more of the game.

>From our location at the kitchen counter we hadn't been able to see the
screen, we'd just listened to the announcers. Now that we could watch the
players crashing into each other, the jockstraps that were visible through
the home team's uniforms, Coach started to talk less and less. He edged
closer to me on the couch and placed his hand on the inside of my leg,
slowly rubbing up and down. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back,
enjoying the feeling of his hand as my cock grew and pushed its way out of
my jock and down the leg of my pants.

Coach stopped rubbing my leg, and drew my attention so that we were staring
each other in the eyes once again. "Tyler, before we go any farther, I want
to make sure one more time that this is what you truly want. You're a
smart, beautiful man, and I want you to make sure that you know what you're
doing and that you're ready."

Something in what he said touched me deeply inside. He called me a man. Not
a young man, or a boy soon to be a man, but a man. My feelings started to
change when he said that. No longer was this my teacher, the fantasy, the
ideal. Coach was sitting before me, just another man, wanting what I wanted
but also wanting to make sure he didn't overstep my boundaries at any
point. He truly respected me.

To answer his question, I replaced Coach's hand on my inner thigh, this
time just below the outline of my helmet, and pulled him towards me into
the deepest kiss I could muster. We stayed like this on the couch for some
time, our hands gently touching each other's bodies as our tongues vied for
dominance. Wordlessly, we both rose up and began to undress one
another. There were no undershirts this time, and when I removed his
button-down I finally got to take in that chest I had been dreaming of. His
pecs were covered in hair which tapered down towards his treasure trail but
never got too thin. His nipples were already hard, two contrasting
protrusions from the forest of his chest. At the same time, Coach was
surveying my torso, the fine hair, the two small but rock hard nipples, the
light tuft of hair in the center of my chest that was a sign of more to
come.

Before we moved to taking off our pants I stepped forward, burying my face
into his thick mat of his chest hair. Coach had the scent of a recent
shower, but there had been enough time since for him to have worked up a
bit of a sweat. I chewed and sucked on his chest, moving from one nipple to
the other and then back to the middle. Coach's hands were now working over
my body, one hand running fingernails along my side while he lightly
pinched and twisted one of my nipples with the other. I had never gotten
into playing with my nipples when by myself, but what he was doing to me
was in a whole other ballpark. My cock was aching in my pants, the choice
of tight jeans now coming back to bother me. Coach noticed my discomfort as
I was adjusting myself and moved his focus to my fly. He didn't seem to be
expecting the button fly, and after several seconds of fumbling I
disconnected my face from his chest long enough to pop the buttons, then
resumed my task of savoring every inch of his torso.

Coach began sliding my pants down, and I could feel him take in a gasp of
air beneath my tongue as he saw my jockstrap.

"Oh, Tyler…"

His voiced trail off as he stared, half my dick protruding from the pouch
of my jockstrap. Coach slowly went to his knees and, after getting my pants
completely off and kicked out of the way, he began to lightly stroke and
kiss his way up and down my legs. First one leg and then the other, from
just below the knee to near the waistband of my jock. He was very
deliberate in avoiding my cock as he did this, but did stop to savor the
precum that had been leaking down my thigh with a swirl of his tongue and a
satisfied smile.

Coach returned to his explorations of my legs, and agonizingly slowly
worked his way to the head of my cock. He paused shortly, allowing me to
feel the heat of his breath on me before his tongue lashed out, licking me
from my helmet up to where I was sticking out of the jockstrap and back.  I
watched all this from my vantage point, looking down at the top of his head
and watching the movements of his tongue and lips. Coach brought his head
to the pouch and smelled it deeply, taking in the scent of sweat and dried
cum.

His meaty hands found their way to my thighs, and he gently turned me
around. I felt his fingers work over my ass cheeks, massaging and rubbing,
before they began to slide ever closer to my rosebud. As he made contact
with my hole I could hear Coach murmur his approval at the shaving I had
given myself earlier. The tip of his middle finger ran down my trench from
top to bottom, lightly circling my hole on the way down.

Before we continued, I wanted to get my jockstrap off and to get Coach out
of his pants. I backed up a step, pulling him to his feet and then shucking
off my jock. I started to work the button on Coach's khakis, ever aware of
the feel of his hands roaming my ass and working their way back into my
crack. I finally got his pants open and began to slide them down his thick
legs. My knees went weak as I saw the black jockstrap he was wearing and
the mound it concealed. As I reached to remove it, Coach's hands came away
from my now-spastic asshole to stop me.

"First things first, Tyler."  While saying this, he returned to his
position on his knees in front of me. I was expecting his hands to return
to my ass as they quickly did, but I wasn't prepared for him taking the
length of my cock down his throat in one fell swoop, nearly leading me to
shoot right then. We both held still for nearly a minute before I let him
know I was okay, and he began to slowly work his mouth and tongue over my
dick while eagerly fingering at my pucker. Soon enough, the tip of one
finger was through and his sucking increased in pace as he tried to work
deeper into my ass.

As I neared climax Coach's finger continued its intrusion, finally reaching
his goal. Stroking my prostrate furiously with one finger, using his other
hand to spank and squeeze my ass, and his mouth resting firmly in my pubes,
he seemed ready as I gave a guttural moan of warning before I began to
unload volley after volley of hot semen down his throat. Three, four, five
spurts before Coach pulled off to catch the final two spurts in his mouth.
I shuddered with the power of my orgasm and my body started to give out,
leaving me hunched over on top of him while he was still slightly pumping
my dick in an effort to get out every last drop.

Seeing my weakened condition, Coach helped me back to the sofa. I took a
seat on the verge of passing out and still not putting together whole
thoughts. Coach eased himself down next to me and planted his lips on mine,
sharing my cum with me which I greedily lapped from his tongue and teeth.

For the next few minutes we were silent, outside of the sound of my
breathing returning to normal. Coach looked at me, waiting to see what I
would say. Unable to think of anything better, I finally broke the silence
with the first thing that came to mind.

"Wow."

This seemed to be exactly what he was looking for, as he broke into a big
grin and pulled me into a kiss. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." He walked over
to where the remote had fallen, picked it up, and turned the game back
on. I couldn't remember exactly when the television had been turned off,
but apparently it had. "Whenever you're ready again, just let me know." He
stood there with his back to me, watching the players and their brutal
collisions.

I sat back and took in the site of him.  Broad shoulders which tapered down
into his almost slim waist, the straps of his jock both contrasting with
and outlining his pale, nearly hairless ass. I realized that, yet again,
Coach had gotten me off without he himself getting any release. Giving
myself a few more seconds to make sure I had fully recovered, I then stood
up and approached him from behind. He must've heard my advance, but made no
move to turn around as I stepped behind him, pressing my body against his
back and letting my hands caress their way down his chest, to his jock, and
then finally, inside to feel his manhood directly for the first time.

Coach's dick felt perfect in my hands. It seemed to be near the same
thickness as mine, and perhaps a bit longer. He was cut, as am I, his
helmet protruding well defined from his shaft. His balls were hairy, two
nearly egg-sized globes in a sack that hung almost as low as mine. I pulled
his jockstrap down and he bent over to finish removing it, reawakening my
cock as it ran across his trench. He turned to face me as he stood up
straight, letting me take in the sight of his completely naked body from
the front for the first time. It was my turn to fall to my knees, taking in
a close up view of his equipment. Coach was rock hard now, and a vein ran
prominently across the top.  I let my tongue run down it and back,
eliciting a shudder and a slight thrust of the hips from Coach.

I then took the chance to do something I'd been wanting to do for
months. Pulling even closer, I buried my nose in Coach's balls, inhaling
his scent for all that I was worth. He seemed a bit surprised but didn't
mind at all, lightly placing his hand on the back of my head and pushing my
face even deeper into his crotch.

Smell itself quickly became insufficient, and my tongue began exploring him
almost of its own volition. His sack was salty and sweaty, bringing me from
half-mast to ramrod hard in an instant. I licked across every inch of his
bag, leaving the hair matted and displaced. A couple of times the tip of my
tongue slipped behind his sack, giving me a tangy preview of delights to
come later.

I turned my attention upwards again, letting my tongue work its way up and
down his length, appreciating how he would react every time I passed across
the underside of the helmet. After a few minutes of this his cock was
covered in my saliva, lubed enough where I could brave to try and take him
in my mouth. I started with only the head, letting it rest just inside my
mouth and swirling my tongue over it, enjoying the contours and the indent
of his slit. Coach moaned deeply, and I looked up to see his eyes closed
and his face contorted in ecstasy. Taking this as a good sign, I tried to
work more of him into my mouth, wary of my teeth and his thickness. I could
only take him a bit more than halfway down but it seemed to be good enough
as he started to pump his dick in and out of my mouth in short, slow
strokes. I let him take control of the action, feeling his hands on the
back of my head trying to hold me in place. I let my hands wander his body,
noting the strength that was hidden in the muscles of his legs and ass,
again turning my attention to his balls, this time rolling them in my hands
and giving occasional soft pulls. This drove Coach wild, causing him to
speed up his pace and work a little deeper into my throat with each pump. I
kept one hand on his sack and let the other roam behind him to play with
his ass again, returning the massages and spanks he had given me over the
last couple days. As he continued what had grown to be a near-frantic tempo
of thrusting I let my fingers work their way into his crack, intent on
returning something else he had provided to me. As my middle finger worked
around the rim of his hole and then in I gave his sack another tug, feeling
his sphincter clamp down on me quickly and then release.

My finger slid into him easily and I marveled at the warmth, the tightness
that Coach's ass contained. I began to slide in deeper, searching for his
prostate. Coach was close to cumming, muttering under his breath and now
having worked my throat muscles loose enough to where I could take every
inch of him, but I was hoping he could hold off until I had found his
button.  My finger soon came to rest on that hard little nut and I decided
it was time.  I massaged Coach's prostate as much as I could, and with
another, harder tug on his sack, Coach bottomed out in my mouth and began
to growl. I felt his dick grow even thicker in my mouth and his rosebud
spasm multiple times around my middle finger. The first blast of his hot
cum went straight down my throat, as did another, before I pulled off
enough to catch some on my tongue.

Coach's load tasted similar to mine, and yet altogether different. With the
first spurt that hit my taste buds I knew I was in love with it. He
continued to unload shot after shot and I was soon too full, gagging on the
heat and letting some of his delicious seed slip out of my mouth and on to
his still pumping cock. Coach didn't seem to get overly sensitive after
cumming, as he kept on pumping for some time after his orgasm, coating his
dick with a mixture of spit and cum before finally pulling out and taking a
seat on the couch.

I joined him and went in for another kiss. I'd planned to save some of his
load to share with him but had forgotten in the heat of the moment and
gobbled it all down. The kiss was nonetheless amazing and went on for some
time, both of us pulling away only when it became absolutely necessary to
breathe. Coach's dick had still not gone completely soft, and I stooped
over to give it a thorough cleaning. The remnants of semen and saliva were
as fine as any gourmet meal, and this time I remembered to share them with
Coach via another deep kiss.

I sat back and enjoyed the sounds of our breathing and the announcer on the
football game's steady voice. I could only wonder what the rest of the
weekend held in store for me.


Next chapter: The Weekend Continued


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