Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2016 09:52:49 +0000
From: Kiwi Lad <kiwilad91@outlook.com>
Subject: Coach Me - Chapter 1

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Coach Me - Chapter 1


My day started just like any other day. I awoke to the blaring of my alarm,
rolled over onto my back and stared up at the ceiling, wondering if I had
time to jerk off before my first class. I've been teaching Physical
Education and coaching the local school rugby team for the past four
months, before that I played Rugby League professionally. At first I
started out playing locally in New Zealand, then got a contract and moved
over to Australia for six years before moving back home to Christchurch. I
worked hard at Rugby, I made it my life not just a career. I was good at it
too, I played pro for just over ten years then had to give up after a hip
injury. I could still play Rugby just not professionally.

Not being able to play pro devastated me, I was only 29 when I got injured
and felt like I had a few good years left in me before retirement. I'm 5'10
and about 95kg of hardened muscle. I trained hard with my teammates to be
as physically fit, fast and formidable as possible. I focused so hard on
being a good rugby player I never stopped to think about what I'd do if I
couldn't play it.

One of the guys on my team suggested I get into coaching since I seemed to
have a knack for training the lads and I was decent around kids. I had to
sit a basic qualification that allowed me to teach first, once I had that I
was set. I found a job easily at a small, all boys, High School just
outside of Christchurch city. It was more of a publicity stunt for the
school though since having my name on the payroll garnered a lot of
attention in the community. After a while I was just another part of the
faculty. My main role was to take the P.E. classes for the boys but my
passion was the school Rugby team. When I first started coaching at
Eastlake High the school had only a few wins under their belt. In just a
few months we had managed to get the team playing much more competitively.
We started to be seen as a threat even from the larger schools.

I loved coaching the boys. The team consisted of sixteen to eighteen
year-olds and we all got along really well. I seemed to be able to relate
more with the lads on the team than the teachers I worked with. They all
had a great amount of respect for me because of my background so coaching
them became an easy task. Most of the time I was out on the field with them
during training and practice games, I liked taking a hands on approach. I
was more a big brother to them than an authoritative figure. I even
stripped off and showered with the lads after practice since I usually got
just as sweaty and muddy as they did.

After a few lazy tugs of my cock, I decided it was time to get up. I moved
to the edge of the bed and stretched then got up and went to the bathroom.
I took a piss, trying hard not to spray it everywhere thanks to my morning
wood, then had a quick shower. I finished up, dried off and looked at my
reflection in the mirror. The man staring back at me had piercing blue eyes
and dark brown hair that was shaved short. He had a decent growth of
stubble covering his strong jaw and upper lip and had an angular nose
giving him an angry, staunch look. I ran my hands through my stubble and
wondered if I should shave and watched as my biceps flexed and bulged with
each movement. My smooth torso rippled with muscle. I was proud of my body,
I worked hard to get into the shape I was in. Plus it helped me score with
the ladies, though playing Rugby professionally definitely helped. I
decided against shaving and quickly chucked my clothes on and got ready for
the day.

I knew today would be a breeze. I only had a couple of classes then
training with the boys after school finished. The day passed pretty
uneventfully until training started. I walked into the changing room to
grab the equipment for practice. It was a large open plan room beneath the
school gymnasium. It had one large bench in the middle for the lads to put
their bags on as they changed in and out of their kit and then a row of
shower heads on the far wall. The room smelled strongly of teenage musk,
sweat and deodorant. There was very little privacy for the guys but it
didn't seem to bother most of them. As soon as I entered they all turned
and greeted me with big smiles.

	"Hey Coach!" Bryce, my star prop hollered.  He stood proudly, half
naked in his boxers and grinned. He was one of the older guys on the team
and a damned good player, a lot of the guys looked up to him. He was a good
looking guy too. He had an athletic body and an amazing tan completion
thanks in part to his part Maori genes.

	"How's it boys?" I greeted them.  I looked around the room taking
in the scene. Dan, one of the younger guys was crouched down and doing up
his laces. Despite his age he was almost the biggest guy on the team. His
dark hair and masculine frame was most likely a result of his Samoan
heritage. Taylor, the team hooligan was only wearing his underwear, showing
off his hard abs. He was one of the skinnier players on the team but
lightning quick. He had short brown hair and a few freckles across his
ruggedly handsome face. He sported a toned swimmers physique. I noticed his
boxers had a slight rip to the right of his crotch and they looked stained
and old. I was surprised he didn't rip a hole in them each time the
teenager sprang a boner. Taylor was always the last out of the changing
rooms due to his joking around. Kane, the team captain was pulling his
jersey over his head. He was one of my favourite guys on the team. He was
mature and level headed and easy to talk to as well as being incredibly
smart. It was a no-brainer electing him as the team captain. He was also
one of the only lads that could match me in terms of size and power. He
dedicated a huge amount of time to working in the gym and practicing on the
field, and it showed. His muscles were huge for a boy his age yet he didn't
let it go to his head. He managed to pull one of the hottest girls I'd seen
too. She showed up to practically every game and cheered us on as loud as
she could. Kane caught me staring at her tits one time and winked at me. He
knew every guy on the team wanted a piece of her ass.

Right down at the far end of the bench, past all the other lads was a boy I
hadn't seen before. He stood confidently amongst the other lads although he
kept to himself. I wondered if he was part of a different sport team and
just happened to be in here at the same time. He was changing into a pair
of black rugby shorts and a plain white tee. I watched as his biceps bulged
as he pulled on his shirt over his thick muscular body. He had short blonde
hair, parted to one side and shorter on the sides. His skin was tan and you
could tell he was from somewhere that got a lot of sun. I was surprised at
how fit he looked. His bright blue eyes scanned around the room and met my
gaze. His eyes lingered on mine briefly then he quickly went back to
changing.

	"You boys ready for a thrashing?" I shouted, diverting my attention
away from the muscular blonde.
	"Don't threaten me with a good time." Taylor joked.
	"Just hurry up and get your butts on the field." I grinned back.
"That means you smart ass." I said pointing at Taylor.  I grabbed the sack
of rugby balls and some cones and headed back out to the field. The lads
followed soon after and I quickly had them running warmup laps around the
field. The last one out of the changing rooms was the blonde. He walked up
to me with his bag swung over his shoulder. He looked quite fit, he
obviously worked out rigorously. Despite his boyish looks he had a very
masculine, cocky demeanour. He had a strong brow and a even stronger
looking jaw making him look somewhat older than he really was.

	"Are you Coach Lewis?" He asked.
	"Yep that's me." I smiled back at him.
	"My name's Charlie. I'm new and the principal told me to come see
you about trying out for the team." He explained.  I was surprised at how
deep his voice was along with his unmistakeable Aussie twang.
	"Aussie huh?" I asked. "Ever played Rugby before?"
	"Yep, North Queensland. Just moved over here to live with my mum.
Played Rugby all my life. Loved every minute of it." He said confidently.
"When I heard you started coaching here after your injury I begged mum to
let me come to Eastlake. It's an honour to meet you." He said holding out
his hand.  I shook his hand firmly, admiring his equally strong grip.
	"Nice to meet you too. Well I guess you better get out on the field
and show me what you got!" I grinned.  Since the school was small we did
have space for him on the team but it would mean subbing off one of the
guys during a game. It wouldn't be fair on the boys if this guy couldn't
pull his weight, although looking at him I was quite sure he could outplay
half the lads on the team.
	"I'll train hard I promise. This means a lot to me." He smiled then
chucked his bag down with the others and took off along the field.  I
admired how his tight shorts hugged his ass as he ran. For someone so cut
he could run pretty damn quick.

Charlie surprised me, he was already quite skilled and took advice well. I
introduced him to the team and he seemed to get along with them. He was
good at handling the ball and made a few good passes to the other lads. He
was fit too, he kept up with everything I threw at him. I got out on the
field with the boys making sure to put Charlie through his paces. By the
end of the practice we were all pretty messy. A couple of the guys had
slipped in the mud, including Charlie. Not that he cared, he had a huge
grin on his face the whole time.

	"Ok boys, good practice. Time to hit the showers." I signalled to
everyone to head back to the changing room.  The boys slowly all started to
shuffle towards the gym as I collected up the gear and stored it away in
the equipment bag. I then headed back to the lads to join them. By the time
I arrived the changing room was already steamy from the lads having
showers. I chucked the bag down and grabbed a spare towel from my office.
The boys were all talking and joking amongst themselves. There weren't
enough shower heads for everyone so some of the guys decided to shower at
home and others were lined up waiting their turn. I sat down on the bench
next to a pile of dirty clothes. I recognised Kane's bag and looked down at
his discarded boxers.  The front pouch looked stretched and stained. I
pictured his impressive tool stretching out the fabric when he wore them. I
untied my boots and stripped off my clothes leaving them in a pile next to
Kane's then wandered over to the showers with just my towel swung over my
shoulder. I felt my cock slap against my thighs as I walked over to the
lads.

There were four shower heads all against the far wall with no partitions or
curtains separating them just a sloped, tiled floor in the middle where the
water drained out. Bryce stood at the far left shower and soaped up his
muscular thighs. His soft uncut cock flopped against his thigh as he raised
the other slightly to clean it. Kane stood next to him soaping up his
balls. He looked over at me and smiled then looked down at my cock. We had
seen each other naked before but he still acted timid each time he saw
it. I had caught most of the lads checking out my equipment at some point.

I nodded towards Kane in acknowledgment. He was sporting a pretty nice cock
himself. He was one of the only lads on the team that came close to mine in
size. He was uncut with a prominent vein running down the side and nice
pair of low hanging nuts below his blonde bush. I enjoyed checking out the
equipment on the lads in secret. It wasn't a sexual thing it was just a guy
thing. We all checked out each other's junk on the sly. Most of the guys on
the team were curious about how they stacked up against the other guys on
the team. The shower head next to Kane freed up as Dan headed back to the
bench to dry off. Charlie, who was waiting in front of me, unwrapped his
towel from his waist, hung it up and walked into the warm stream of water.
I immediately noticed how firm and perky his ass looked. I was surprised,
for a guy it looked quite well toned. He turned around and I saw the rest
of his taught body. Although he was young he was very muscular. His pecs
bulged out impressively from his strong chest and his forearms looked as
powerful as the rest of him. He had a heavy uncut cock beneath a well
trimmed patch of blonde pubes and a nice pair of medium sized nuts. He
looked up to meet my gaze then looked down to my dick. He didn't make any
attempt to make his actions subtle. I swore I saw his prick start to harden
before he turned to face the shower.

Kane and Bryce finished showering almost at the same time then headed back
to the benches together to dry off and get dressed leaving me with Charlie
and Taylor in the corner. I took the shower next to Charlie and started
soaping up my hard body.

	"You did well out there today man. I'm impressed. If you keep it up
I'll be happy to let you join the team and get you in a few games before
the end of the season." I complimented him.
	"Yea you were pretty good out there bro." Taylor chimed in as he
rinsed the soap off his ass.  Charlie looked up at me and smiled then
looked over to Taylor.
	"Thanks guys I really appreciate it." He said.
	"Keep that shit up." Taylor punched Charlie's shoulder playfully
then turned off his shower to go join the rest of the team.  I stood under
the shower head and lathered the bath gel over my tired muscles then bent
down to massage my thighs. Once they were all soaped up I moved up to my
cock. I had always been proud of my equipment, even when soft it looked
thick and long. I guess I was as much a 'show-er' as a grower. I kept my
bush trimmed and my balls smooth, I liked the way it looked plus my nuts
chaffed less when they were shaved. My shaft was thick and smooth and my
long foreskin hung down, covering the end of my cockhead forming a spout
just past the tip. I pulled back my `hood' and cleaned my helmet then ran
my soapy hand up and down the shaft and around my nuts.
	"Catch you tomorrow Coach!" Kane shouted out from the bench.
	"Yea see you later." Taylor added as they both headed for the exit.

I turned and nodded towards them as they left, leaving Charlie and myself
alone. I went back to enjoying the warm water. For a moment I forgot where
I was and instinctively began to lather the soap around my crotch again. I
always loved playing with my cock in the shower, just slowing running my
hand from the base to the tip then back down again. It had got me into
trouble a few times in the locker rooms with my old teammates when they
caught with a hard on. Almost all the guys boned up randomly in the locker
room at some point, it was just fun to tease each other about it. I
suddenly remembered where I was and looked over to see if Charlie had
noticed. What I saw caught me completely off guard. Charlie was standing
looking directly at my crotch sporting a solid hard on and slowly working
his soapy hand up and down his shaft. He sported a decent sized, thick,
uncut cock that pointed directly toward the ceiling. His foreskin had drawn
back behind his helmet exposing his slick red cock-head. I noticed his
balls hugged tightly at the base of his shaft, jiggling slightly with each
pump of his fist. Charlie mustn't have realised I'd caught him, he just
stood there under the water, staring at my junk while he played with his
own. Without drawing too much attention to myself I cleared my throat and
stopped soaping up my semi-erect cock at the same time. This seemed to wake
him up out of his trance. He looked up at me with a look of embarrassment
then turned to wash off the soap from his junk.

He finished rinsing the soap from his body then turned off the shower and
wrapped his towel around him, his still hard cock forming a tent at the
front, then walked back to his bag to get dressed. I turned off my shower
and followed suit. We both dressed in silence until Charlie told me he'd
see me later then headed out the door. I pulled on my tee shirt grabbed my
bag and headed outside, locking my door on the way.

___

The next day was just like the day before it. A few PE classes and a gap
in-between in the afternoon only this time there was no practice scheduled
after school. I decided I'd make use of my time and catch up on some
paperwork then hit the school gym. After a few minutes of mind-numbing
boredom I heard a knock at the door. My office was located beside the
locker room on the opposite side of the school, away from the staff room so
I found it unusual to hear someone knocking on my door at this time of day.
	"Come in." I announced loudly.  The door opened and there stood
Charlie.
	"Hey coach, I was wondering if you were still here." Charlie stated
nonchalantly. "Can I come in?"
	"Sure, what's up?" I asked, curiously.
	"Nothing, I'm just bored. Thought I'd come over to see if you were
still here." Charlie chucked his bag down in front of my desk and took a
seat across from me.
	"Schools finished for the day. You know you can go home right?" I
looked at him trying to figure out what his deal was.
	"Oh yea I know but I've got nothing better to do anyway. Mum
doesn't get home `till late." he said as he looked around the room taking
in his surroundings. "You know you have a really small office?"
	"What about your dad?" I asked ignoring his comment about my
admittedly tiny office.
	"He caught me fucking a girl after school one day and sent me over
here to live with mum. Said he'd had enough of my bullshit, although I'm
pretty sure he was fucking plenty of girls when he was my age." he said
flatly.

	"Wow." I chuckled at his nonchalant demeanour. "You miss Aus?"
	"Yea my old mates mostly. And the sun, it's a lot colder here. So
what are you up to?" He enquired looking at the mess of papers over my
desk.
	"Catching up on the boring part of my job." I sighed. "Then I was
planning on hitting the Gym."
	"Bummer. So why'd you become a teacher. Playing NRL must have been
epic. Man you must have got so much pussy." He grinned mischievously.
	"I got injured pretty bad. Bad enough that I can't play pro anymore
but lucky enough that I don't have to give it up all together. And yea I
did well for myself." I added with a grin.  Typical teenage boys, always
thinking with their cocks.
	"Fuck if I was you I would have slept with a different girl every
night." He adjusted himself in his seat. "What was it like having all those
chicks wanting your cock?"

I chuckled, ignoring his foul language. I figured it didn't matter since
school had finished for the day. That and no one was here to tell us off.
Truthfully I hated the strict rules that came with being a teacher. It was
the one thing about the job that didn't agree with me.
	"You sure that's an appropriate question for your coach?" I teased.
	"Come on coach, don't be like that." He tried his luck.
	"You know I can't talk about that stuff with you I'm a teacher." I
reasoned.  Charlie sighed and sat back in his seat defeated, showing off a
slight bulge. I continued with my paperwork and we sat in silence for a few
moments.
	"Can I workout with you?" Charlie asked all of a sudden.
	"Sure, don't see why not." I replied.
	"Cool! I got a change of clothes in my bag." He explained as he
stood up and started fishing through his backpack.

Without warning he began to strip off his clothes. He started with his
shirt, revealing his strong upper body and six-pack. He then kicked off his
shoes and slid down his trousers revealing a pair of yellow boxers with a
black waistband. He tossed his uniform on a pile on the seat then
stretched. Then he turned around so I could see his perky ass. He bent down
and picked up his gym shirt then slowly pulled it on. Then bent down again
to slide on his tight pair of rugby shorts giving me a perfect view of his
round ass. I couldn't understand why but wanted to reach over my desk and
grab it. Something about his ass just looked so damn hot.
	"You gunna get changed too?" Charlie asked turning to me.  He saw
me looking at his ass and grinned.
	"Uh yea sure, let me just grab my stuff." I said reaching for my
bag at the side of my desk.  I pulled out a pair of gym shorts and a
singlet and put them on my desk. I stripped off my top as Charlie watched
me.
	"Shit you're ripped, coach!" He said at the sight of my bare chest.
	"You think? Thanks mate" I replied.
	"Yea I mean it. You must hit the gym hard." Charlie said as he came
around my desk and stood I front of me.  He reached up and felt my bicep,
giving it a couple of squeezes.

	"Damn." He exhaled.  I didn't know how to react. On the one hand I
liked his compliment and I was keen to have company while I worked out but
on the other he was my student and him touching me this way could get us
both in a lot of trouble. Either way my cock seemed to like it and I had no
idea why. Charlie kept moving his hands along my bicep. I instinctively
flexed it and he bit his lip in response. He moved his hands to my chest,
brushing past my nipple. I sighed at the touch. Charlie looked up at me
with his bright blue eyes, bringing me back to my senses.
	"Uhh you need to... We shouldn't be doing this."I said backing away
from him.
	"Sorry coach." Charlie shy'd away slightly. "Can we still work out
together?"
	"Um yea sure." I replied not sure of what I was getting myself
into.  I slipped my shorts off revealing my white cotton boxers. My cock
was semi hard and was snaking down my right thigh. Charlie noticed and
grinned.
	"Damn coach no wonder you score so much with the ladies." he nodded
towards my growing cock.

I laughed awkwardly. My prick seemed to have a mind of it's own and I
couldn't seem to keep it down. I hadn't cum in a couple of days and my
balls were aching to blow a load. Then Charlie said something that
completely took me off guard.
	"Can I see it?"
	"What?" I looked directly into his eyes trying to find out if he
was kidding or not.
	"I just think it would be awesome to see how big a pro NRL players
cock really is." Charlie grinned slyly. "Come on, I won't tell anyone."
	"You know I can't, I'd lose my job." I said as I reached for my gym
shorts, but before I had a chance to pull them on Charlie replied.
	"Fuck coach I haven't cum in days. I need to get off so bad! Back
in Aus I used to fuck my girlfriend pretty much every day after school.
Since I've been here all I've got is my hand and it just isn't the same you
know?" He looked up and me and squeezed his hard-on through his shorts.
	"Yea I know what you mean mate. Can't say I get as much as I used
to anymore either." My cock throbbed in my boxers and Charlie seemed to
notice. "How'd you get caught by your dad anyway?"

	"It's kinda a funny story." He chuckled. "I'd just got home from
practice and my girlfriend was already waiting outside. Dad didn't usually
get home for another hour so we thought we had plenty of time to fuck. Man
she was so horny that day. I hadn't even showered but she didn't care she
begged me to fuck her as soon as we got in the door. She made me feel the
front of her underwear and they were fucking soaked man, she'd been
thinking about my cock all day, getting herself worked up." Charlie said
cockily, rubbing his growing bulge. "Anyway she pulled my shorts down and
started sucking my cock like a fucking pro, like she always did. Before I
know it she's sliding a condom down my knob and then turns around and bends
over the kitchen counter. Fuck she had the perkiest ass." He sighed.  I
wondered if he realised how hot his own ass looked.
	"So I'm railing her over the counter top, you know, really getting
in to it. I was slapping her ass and pulling her hair and I'm just about to
nut when I hear my dad shouting at the top of his lungs `What the fuck are
you doing!'. I couldn't hold back, I'd already gone over the edge and I
pulled out as I'm cumming. My girlfriend is screaming trying to cover
herself and I'm just standing there with my knob in a cum filled condom not
knowing what the fuck to do." He said, shaking his head.

I burst into laughter, trying to hold back tears. "Well that's pretty much
the funniest thing I've ever heard." I said, slapping him on the shoulder.
	"Thanks." He grinned. "Looks like you enjoyed it." Charlie pointed
to the outline of my hard cock.
	"You really want to see it?" I asked curiously, not sure why a
young straight dude would want to see another guys cock.
	"Fuck yea. Used to compare dicks with my mates back in Aus all the
time." He said confidently.  Without thinking I slowly slid the waist of my
boxers down over my hard, throbbing prick. It slapped against my stomach
loudly as it was freed. Charlie moved a hand to his crotch and squeezed his
dick as he looked down at mine. It stood out from my body on an almost
perfect 90 degree angle. The head of my dick was still covered by my long
foreskin except the tip of my piss slit. My usually low-hanging nuts had
drawn up tightly around the base of my cock. The entire shaft bobbed up and
down in time with my heartbeat.

	"Damn that's big." he said, reaching out and wrapping his hand
around my shaft.  His grasp felt amazing. The way he held it felt so much
more natural than any time a woman had ever jerked me off. His strong,
thick fingers massaged the base of my helmet and moved the skin back and
forth over my cock head. I moaned and he looked up at me. Without saying a
word he dropped to his knees in front of my cock and carefully slipped my
dick into his warm, wet mouth. As his lips closed around my head I gasped,
feeling a shiver go from the base of my nuts up my spine. He teasingly ran
his tongue over my cockhead, fuck it felt amazing. Then he took my cock out
of his mouth and pulled back my foreskin revealing my flared helmet. As
soon as he skinned back my foreskin I could smell the musk and piss from my
helmet. Charlie hungrily wrapped his lips around my head and cleaned it
with his tongue. I groaned loudly and pulled his head down my shaft. He got
half way before he started to choke but quickly regained control and kept
sucking. His tongue work felt fucking amazing, I started bucking my hips
into his mouth. Charlie was stroking his hard dick through his shorts with
one hand and jerking the base of my shaft with the other. He already had me
on the verge of cumming. I reached down and pulled Charlie up onto his feet
then pulled his face into mine and kissed him hard. His plump lips felt
soft against mine. He moaned into my mouth as I pressed my tongue into his.

	"Fuck I want your ass so bad." I panted. "Bend over."  I didn't
wait for Charlie to obey, I turned him around and pushed him over my desk,
sending some papers flying off onto the floor. I knelt down and ripped his
shorts and boxers down to his thighs, exposing his perfect ass. I pressed
my mouth against his hole and circled his tight pucker with my tongue
before pressing it into his hole.
	"Aww fuck!" Charlie groaned as his hands gripped the desk for
support.  I rimmed him hard, digging my tongue as deep as possible into his
tight cunt. Each movement from my tongue made Charlie squirm and moan. My
cock throbbed between my thighs as if it was begging to bury itself deep in
is tight hole. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to fuck my load into
his tight cunt or I'd blow all over the floor. I stood up and lined up my
cock with his hole, feeling his how hot he was against my tip.

	"You want my cock?" I asked knowing how badly he did.
	"Fuck yea coach. Pound my fucking hole." He looked back at me and
bit his lip again.  Fuck I loved it when he did that. I slowly inserted my
cock into his cunt. He felt so tight and warm around my cock head. Charlie
gasped and gripped the edge of my desk as I kept pushing my dick into his
ass until my hips met his ass cheeks.
	"Jesus you're so fucking tight!" I gasped.  I waited for him to
adjust to my cock before pulling out then began to fuck him hard. I pounded
my cock into his ass, making him groan into the paperwork beneath him. I
gripped his hips and pulled him back into each thrust. The office was
filled with the sounds of my hips slapping against Charlie's ass over and
over. I could feel my load building in my nuts already. I ramped up my
fucking, feeling the desk budge slightly with each stroke.
	"I'm gunna cum." I groaned as I felt my nuts tighten.

Then I felt it at the base of my balls. I moaned loudly and shot my load
deep in his hole. My cock throbbed and pulsed with each shot of
cum. Charlie backed onto my dick and I buried my cock as deep as
possible. My whole body shook in one of the most powerful orgasms of my
life. I looked at Charlie's face, seeing it clenched in a mixture of pain
and ecstasy. All of a sudden he moaned into the desk beneath him and felt
his ass start to throb and clench around my shaft.
	"Shit I'm cumming!" Charlie gasped.  I felt his hole grip my prick
as he unloaded into his boxers. I watched as his orgasm rolled through his
body until finally he was spent. We were both panting and covered in sweat
from our fuck session. I slowly started to pull my cock from his hole. It
popped out along with a few drops of my cum. My dick was still completely
hard despite just filling Charlie with my seed. I didn't know what to do,
I'd just fucked one of my students, basically ending my career and
reputation. I sat back in my chair and brought my hands up to my head,
wondering what the fuck I had just done. Charlie stood up and sighed.

	"Fuck coach that was so hot!" He said breathily. "I can't get over
how massive your cock is."  I didn't respond. I just sat there wondering
what was going to happen next.
	"Hey are you ok?" He placed a hand on my shoulder.
	"You can't tell anyone about this." I said sternly, looking up into
his eyes. "I could go to jail!"
	"Relax. This is just between us, I promise." He squeezed me
shoulder reassuringly.  I stood up and started gathering my clothes, my
still semi cock bouncing around with each step. Charlie followed suit. He
stripped off his soaking boxers and tossed them at me. I reflexively caught
them. They felt cold and wet from his cum. He had managed to soak a decent
part of them. I could smell other stains as well as the musk of his cum.
	"Something for you to remember me by." Charlie grinned crookedly as
he pulled his uniform trousers over his bare ass.  His boxers had brought
my cock back to full mast, making an obvious tent in my boxers. Charlie
noticed and grinned.

	"Looks like you're ready for round two." He teased.
	"Yea this thing has a mind of it's own." I chuckled nervously,
quickly pulling my shorts up to cover my erection. "You really liked
getting fucked?" I asked curiously.
	"Yea I kinda got into playing with my ass while I jerk off. My
girlfriend found out and we tried pegging. I really got in to it. She
fucked me just about as much as I fucked her. Then I tried experimenting
with some of my mates back in Aus. Had a couple of threesomes where my mate
fucked me while I fucked my girlfriend. Never taken a cock as big as yours
though." He stated proudly. "You ever done anything with another guy
before?" he asked.
	"No, not until now." I said. This kid seemed to be a lot more open
about exploring his sexuality than I was which was turning me on even more.
	"Think you liked it." He smiled cheekily. "Anyway I gotta run
coach, guess we can save that workout for another time yea?" He said,
picking up his bag.
	"Sure mate, no problem." I replied.
	"Great! See ya coach." He turned to leave, closing the door to my
office behind him.

I stood there with his boxers in my hand. I looked at them, wondering how I
had found myself in this situation, then tossed them in the trash bin next
to my desk. I spent the next hour in the gym trying to keep my mind off of
Charlie and the potential chance of losing my career. As hard as I pushed
myself I couldn't keep him out of my mind and found myself replaying the
events in my mind over and over. I didn't understand my attraction to
Charlie. My cock stayed at half mast the entire workout and only got harder
once I jumped in the shower. The water helped ease my mind. It made me feel
as if I was washing away what I had just done. I quickly dried off wanting
to get home and try to relax. Once I was dressed I went to get the rest of
my belongings from the office. As I grabbed my bag I looked down and saw
his boxers in the waste basket. I picked them up then stuffed them in my
bag and headed for the door, wanting to be home as quickly as possible.