Date: Tue, 23 Jun 1998 23:49:02 -0500 From: French Jock <frenchjock@bigfoot.com> Subject: "Coach Henderson" *********** Disclaimer: If your under 18, 21 or whatever legal age perscribed by your government to read pornographic material, then please leave... I, the author, take no responsibility for who reads this story, nor care if your offended by it. It is your time that you are giving me by reading it, so please enjoy! Comments, and constructive critisism are welcomed, flames will be ignored!!!! ************* Well it starts at school... He was my freshman Physical Science teacher. His name was Coach Henderson, or affectionately known as "Coach!" He looked like he was fresh out of college, standing at about 6'4", with dark brown hair, blue eyes, and built like a brick wall, he was the object of my obsession. It was hard to go to class just to not get noticed with a hardon. He would wear his shirts with the top three buttons unbuttoned to let just a small tuft of hair out. Always up and walking around to lecture, his manly scent would fill the room which would drive me crazy. Well enough about the background and on to the story... One day I was jarred awake by the ringing of the bell. I had been day dreaming about what I would love to do to this big hunk of man that was teaching class. Before I realized everyone was gone coach said "Hey Jeff, are you ok?." I just told him "uh, oh sorry I was just worrying about my grades." (What a dumb excuse I know!) "Yea I noticed you have been slacking on your homework, what's up?" "Well I'm just not getting the material. I don't understand why we need this useless information!" I said trying to hide my nervousness. "I know, it may seem useless, but you have to do it. Maybe you can do some extra credit work for me. I need someone to help me this weekend to stain my deck. If you help me, I might be able to help you on your next report card." I said "sure" and asked " what time and where?" He told me to how to get to his house and said he'd see me tomorrow, since it was Friday! I thought to myself "Yes, how lucky can I be to get to go over to this muscle stud teachers house and do work for him? Maybe he'll be wearing some skimpy shorts and no tee shirt? hmm that would be great!" I was suddenly jarred back to reality again by the bell, only this time I was late."Shit!!" I thought, "now I'm going to get chewed out by Mrs. Fran...." The next morning I woke up bright and early, not to mention horny. All smiles and hard I took a shower and got dressed in my shortest shorts and tank top. Driving over to his house was hard trying to contain my hardon from not letting it poke out the leg, so I turned on "soft rock" and tried to sing along! When I arrived at his house, once again I got anxious. I went to the door and knocked and was shocked at what answered the door. There stood my "coach" in a robe with a cup of coffee in hand. (nothing underneath the robe!) He invited me into his home and once again I could smell his musky scent that drove me wild. He asked if he could get me a cup of coffee and I said "sure." After retrieving the coffee he came back and sat down in his chair and said "Sorry I just got up, rough night! Thought we could talk before we get *started*" Curious what he meant by how he said *started.* I just dismissed it thinking he meant we had lots to do. We made the usual small talk and as he talked he shifted so that his robe opened slightly to give me a view of his dick. I tried as hard as I could not to stare. Evidently I was too obvious because he asked me "do you like what you see?" Without even thinking I replied "very much so!" He moved his hand down to his crotch and started rubbing, which sent me over the edge and my hardon immediately poked out the leg of my shorts. "I think we should get started now" and we moved to his bedroom. Here I am in my coaches bedroom, both of us with hard ons, and us both lusting after each other. I was truly in seventh heaven! He took off his robe and let his 9 incher bob up and down in the breeze, and I stripped my clothes off too. I immediately grabbed his cock and went to town on it. Licking, swallowing, deep throating it. I had him moaning and a groaning! He kept moaning my name, "Jeff, Jeff, ohh that's it keep swallowing it, ohh that's good keep going" Within minutes I had him cumming down my throat. Six large gobs made there way out forcefully. After he was done spurting, I grabbed his face for a deep long sensuous kiss, letting him get some of his load back in his mouth. When he broke the kiss he said "Fuck me you big stud!!!" I couldn't believe my ears. Not only did I just blow the most hunky, muscle god stud in my town, but he was *asking* me to fuck him? He didn't have to ask twice! He turned around and I rimmed his ass good. Licking up and down making it good and wet. Then I wet my finger and put it up in his pucker. It slid in fine so I added another and then another. Now I had three fingers sliding in and out his chute! I asked him if he thought he was ready for my 7" cock and he practically begged for it. I placed the head up against the pucker and slowly pushed in. I asked if he was ok and all he did was grunt, which I took as a yes. Fully inserted in him I started pumping in and out, all the while him moaning and me grunting. This was the best ass I'd ever had, and it belonged to my coach! In seconds I had him screaming my name and he kept saying "faster, harder you mother fucker, harder! Ram that cock up in me, I want to feel your cum invade my guts!!!" And that it did. His ass clamped down and when it did it sent me over the edge, sending torrents of cum gushing through him. I pumped out so much cum I thought it was going to start pouring out his ears!! Finally when it stopped I pulled out. Turning him around he kissed me! Shoving my toung down his throat! And we just laid there embracing each other. We woke up a couple hours later when the phone rang, it was the principal calling to say someone had broken into the school. He told me he had to go and that " he looked forward to *next* time!" I got up and got dressed and left with getting one more kiss on the cheek. While driving home I realized that I didn't see a *deck* on the back of his house! Hmm... did he say 'deck' or 'dick' I thought to myself! From then on, class was very interesting! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Email to: FrenchJock@bigfoot.com P.S. You know what they say about people with a "bigfoot!!!!"