Date: Sun, 1 May 2016 03:54:06 +0000
From: Kiwi Lad <kiwilad91@outlook.com>
Subject: Coach Me - Chapter 4

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Coach Me - Chapter 4 - Final Chapter


I woke up to Charlie's light snoring. His head rested on my chest and his
arm hugged me tightly. He must have got up in the night to take a piss then
jumped back under the covers with me. I could feel my morning wood pressing
into the side of Charlie's torso, his own hard cock throbbed against my
thigh. He looked peaceful. I did my best not to move hoping I wouldn't wake
him. I brought my free arm up and gently rubbed his back. As I lay there I
thought about how much more complicated my life had become in the last
week. I'd managed to sleep with three of my students, two of them more than
once. I wondered what this meant about my sexuality. I'd never had thoughts
about being with men before. I'd always considered some men attractive but
always assumed that was a mutual appreciation more than a sexual
attraction. As much as I felt conflicted I also didn't regret sleeping with
Charlie. Sure it was risky and if we got caught I'd be screwed but I'd
learned a lot about myself in the short amount of time we had been fucking.
I wondered how much longer we could keep it up before we got caught, I knew
that realistically it would happen sooner or later.

As I pondered these thought Charlie stirred. I looked down to see him
groggily waking up.

	"Morning Coach." He said softly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

	"Hey mate, how'd you sleep?" I asked.

	"Amazing. You've got a really nice bed." He said rolling on to his
back.

As he rolled off me the sheets pulled back, showing my stiff prick.

	"Damn coach you're just like me. Hard cock every morning." He
laughed.

	"Yep, pretty much every morning I can remember since I was a little
kid I've always woken up with a hard dick." I gave my knob a few playful
tugs.

	"Me too although when I was younger I'd usually wake up to soaked
boxers too." Charlie grabbed his own dick and started to play with his
foreskin.

	"You wet the bed?" I asked.

	"No I mean I'd wake up after having a wet dream to a pair of boxers
soaked with cum." He replied, looking hungrily at my dick.

	"Oh, right." I said. "How often did that happen?"

	"Most mornings. Started when I was about ten or eleven. I remember
being really embarrassed at first. I thought I had wet the bed and I was
going to get in a lot of trouble. I didn't tell anyone and stashed my
boxers in the wash as soon as I could. But then it started happening almost
every night and my boxers started getting more and more wet. Sometimes I'd
wake up when I was cumming and I couldn't figure out why my dick was hard
or why it felt so good. Other times I'd wake up and my boxers would be dry
and crusty because they dried out in the night." He explained as he stroked
his cock.

	"Then one night when I was fourteen my older bro came home to stay
with us for the weekend and he slept in my room on the blow-up bed. I woke
up in the middle of the night to him having a wank. I didn't know what he
was doing so I asked him. He freaked when he realised I was awake and had
caught him. Then he asked why I didn't know what he was doing and why the
other boys at school hadn't talked about wanking or jerking off. He ended
up showing me how to do it. He taught me what to do and how to hold my dick
when I jerk off. He showed me his cock which was about the same size as
mine was back then. I remember he got kinda jealous because he said my dick
was still growing and I'd probably end up more hung than him. He was cut
too. I asked him about it and he wasn't sure why he was cut and I wasn't
but let me feel his cock to see what the difference was. He jerked mine a
bit to feel my foreskin. He said he wished he wasn't cut. I told him about
the wet dreams and he said that it had been happening because I didn't jerk
off and my balls needed to unload. Then he showed me pics his girlfriend
had sent him on his phone. That was the first time I saw tits. We both
jerked off together and I blew my first load all over myself. Didn't have
many wet dreams after that, I was jerking it all the time." Charlie
chuckled.

	"I've never really had a wet dream. Never had an older bro teach me
how to jack off either. Guess I figured it out on my own." I
surmised. "It's cool of your bro to help you out though."

	"Yea he's pretty cool. I started hooking up with chicks not long
after he taught me how to jerk off. Then started playing with my ass, got
into pegging. Now I pretty much can't get off unless I've got something in
my ass." He grinned and looked over at me.

	"Maybe you should come sit on this then." I grinned back while I
pointed at my dick.

Charlie rolled on top of me and started grinding his cock into mine as we
made out. His soft thick lips pressed and against mine. My stubble
scratched his face.

	"You got any lube?" He whispered.

	"Yea check in that drawer." I pointed over to the bedside table.

Charlie reached over and fished out a bottle of lube them started lathering
it on my cock. I gasped as the cool liquid coated my cock head and
shaft. He worked his other finger around and into his tight cunt. He bit
his lower lip as one of his fingers entered past his ring. You could tell
from the expression on his face that he loved the feeling of his ass being
played with. Something about that turned me on so much. From first glance
Charlie was your typical straight teenager but when it came down to it he
loved his ass being played with and it didn't matter who it was that did
it. Whether it was his girlfriend or his team mates or even his coach, he
loved getting fucked and he wasn't ashamed of what anyone thought of him
for it.

Seeing the look on Charlie's face made my cock throb even harder. I started
thrusting my dick up into his lubed up fist. He knew what I wanted and
moved up to straddle my waist. He looked me in the eyes as he lined up my
cock against his hole then slowly sank the entire way down my shaft. I
groaned and my eyes rolled back. Christ I couldn't get enough of this kids
ass. I grabbed his hips and started to buck. Charlie met every thrust,
riding my cock like a fucking jockey. The bedroom was filled with the raw
smell of cock, lube and the sound of my hips meeting his sculpted
cheeks. Charlie put his hands on my shoulders to steady himself. His stiff
cock bounced with each upward movement, slapping his stomach before he
plunged back down on my cock. I reached up and started to stroke his
member. He moaned as I worked his foreskin back and forth over his helmet,
releasing a almost steady stream of precum. I was getting pretty close to
busting my load now. I tried as hard as I could not to blow my load like I
was some horny teenager but something about his ass made me feel like I was
in high school again. I changed the pace from quick hard thrusting to slow
deep pounding. This must have hit Charlie's prostate because his cocci
swelled up in my fist and his pre started streaming down my fingers.

	"I'm gunna nut coach!" He groaned.

As he said this his knob began to jerk in my hand. His first rope of cum
hit my face and chest, taking me by surprise.

	"Fuck!" I gasped, allowing the second shot to land in my mouth and
chin.

Several more spurts of cum shot out of his dick covering my chest and
stomach in thick whit cum. The strong salty taste of his cum washed over my
tongue. I swallowed quickly then pulled him in to kiss me.

	"I'm gunna cum in your ass so fucking hard." I said through
clenched teeth.

I ramped up my fucking to the point where I had to hold him on my bucking
hips. Charlie was groaning loudly with each thrust. The cum in my balls was
boiling over and I was seconds from dropping a massive load deep inside
him. All of a sudden I felt my orgasm hit. It started at the base of my
nuts as I buried my cock deep in his ass and held his body against me. I
could feel my cum filling his hole. Charlie kissed me as I slowly came down
from ejaculating inside him.

	"Damn I think that was my biggest load yet!" I panted.

	"It fucking felt like it." He grinned back as he slowly lifted
himself off my cock.

As the tip of my dick slid from his hole, a stream of cum squirted out and
landed on my semi hard prick. Charlie looked me up and down then started to
laugh.

	"Mate you look like a whore at a frat party." He chuckled.

I wiped off a bit of his cum from my chest and flicked it at him in
response.

	"Thanks to you." I teased.

I sat up and felt his cum run down my body. We both headed to the shower to
clean off although most of the time was spent massaging one another and
making out. By the end of it our dicks were hard again. After a few playful
tugs of each overs manhood we decided to get dressed and grab something to
eat.

We jumped in the car and went out to a small cafe down the road from my
place. We laughed and joked most of the time. I really enjoyed Charlie's
company. He was interesting and could hold a decent conversation and we had
the same sort of humour. We wolfed down our breakfasts pretty quick then
headed back to the car. Charlie told me he needed to get back home or his
mum would start to wonder where he was. On the drive back to his he kept
playing with my dick through my shorts. I finally got it out for him and he
went down on me almost instantly. His warm mouth engulfed the head of my
cock as his hand worked my shaft. I forced his head down on my cock each
time we pulled up to a set of lights. He was getting to know my dick pretty
well. He knew exactly what to do with his tongue to get me to the edge
without pushing me over prematurely. He finally pushed me over the brink
just as I pulled into his street. He swallowed the torrent of cum that shot
from my cock then sat up in his seat, wiping his lips. I noticed the
massive bulge in his shorts and grinned.

	"Better hide that before you go inside." I teased as I pulled my
shorts back up over my spent cock.

He laughed and tucked his hard dick into the waistband of his boxers. It
was still noticeable but not as obvious.

	"I'll be alright." He said. "See you at practice coach."

He smiled and stepped out of the car. I watched him walk inside then pulled
out on to the street and headed home.

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My life was at a turning point. I needed time to think about everything
that had changed. I figured there was no beating around the bush, I was
definitely bi. All of my fantasies started to revolve around both sexes,
not just women. Even the porn I watched started to change. Depending on my
mood I'd either get off watching some chick get nailed or watch a couple of
dudes rutting in the locker room. My favourite would be seeing some hung
stud fucking a big-assed girl and seeing the closeup of his dick sliding in
and out of her pussy. Still I couldn't get enough of Charlie. He always
seemed to be on my mind. The more we hung out the more I forgot about how
much trouble we could both get in. Over the next few weeks we hooked up
secretly as often as we could. Sometimes in my office, sometimes in the
locker room, sometimes at home. We started spending so much time together
that it felt like we were becoming something more than just coach and
athlete. I think Charlie seemed to notice this as well. It wasn't just
about the sex either. I started giving him personal training lessons on the
field and in the gym. He started picking up skills that I had back in my
days of playing pro rugby, even some skills I had never mastered myself. I
was so proud of how far he had come in such a short amount of time.

I could see the incredible potential he had and started to think about his
chances of going pro. I called up a few of the talent scouts I knew and
asked if any could do me a favour by flying out to see Charlie play. A
couple were interested but weren't sure if it was worth their time. I
managed to get the number of a local scout who was based in
Christchurch. Without telling Charlie I organised for him to attend one of
the games. I didn't want Charlie to have the pressure of knowing he was
being assessed. Plus if it didn't work out he wouldn't have the heartbreak
of knowing he didn't make the cut. I realised that if he did make it we
would no longer be able to be together. It would be far too risky and I
didn't want to ruin his shot at a successful career in Rugby. I didn't hear
back from the scout for a few weeks but when he did contact me it was with
good news. He wanted to meet Charlie in person and wanted the coach of the
county team to see him play. When I told Charlie he nearly flipped. At
first he was frustrated that I hadn't told him about the scout but he
quickly forgot about that. His frustration quickly turned to excitement
when he registered what this could mean for his future.

It was at this point I told him we had to break things off. I knew this was
going to be hard for Charlie to hear but I had no idea how hard it was
going to be for me. I'd fallen in love with the kid. He was my best bro and
my lover at the same time.

	"Mate you know what this means right?" I said, putting my hand on
his shoulder.

It was late after practice and we were alone in my office.

	"We have to stop sleeping with each other. It's too risky
now. You're going to be under the spotlight while they assess you. We can't
risk them finding out about us. If they do its game over." I explained with
a heavy heart.

	"What do you mean?" Charlie looked like he'd just been punched in
the gut.

	"You know what it means." I looked into his eyes. "No more sneaking
into my office or sleeping over at my place and telling your parents you're
at a mates place. We've gotta cut this out man."

I could feel tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. I didn't realise
how much this was going to hurt but I knew it was for the best. Charlie had
a bright future ahead of him and I didn't want to ruin it.

	"No man, what the fuck! They won't catch us. We're careful, it'll
be fine." Charlie protested.

	"Maybe it will, maybe it won't. But we can't risk it buddy. It's
not worth it." I reasoned with him.

	"That's bullshit. That's fucking bullshit! Come on coach don't do
this." His tone shifted from hurt to anger. "You can't cut me out after all
the shit we've done together."

	"I'm doing this for you mate! You think I want to cut you off? I
fucking love you bro! I don't wanna do this, but I have to man. We don't
have a choice." I shouted back at him.

Charlie just stood there, deflated. Tears started to run down his face. In
that moment I felt like the worst human being on the planet. I reached out
and pulled him in to me, hugging him tightly against me.

	"I'm so sorry mate. I really am." I whispered.

He sobbed into my shoulder as I rubbed his back trying to comfort him. We
stood like that for a few minutes while he got it out of his system.

After a while he looked up at me, his eyes were red and puffy from
crying. I hated seeing him like that but I stood by my decision. He moved
in closer and kissed me. I kissed him back, hard. I loved this guy. I knew
this was going to be the last time we could be together this way. I pushed
him back against the wall of my office. Charlie exhaled as his back hit the
wall. I reached out and ripped his shirt off of his body. I didn't give a
fuck anymore I just wanted to be inside him one more time. Charlie gasped
as I threw his shredded shirt on the floor then pushed him back and kissed
him again. I pushed his hands above his head and moved my lips down to his
neck. He groaned. I slowly started to kiss and lick my way down his body,
starting with his neck moving to his pits then down to his small stiff
nipples. I licked around each one making them stiffer. Charlie moaned
loudly only making me want to lick harder. I knelt down and started moving
my lips lower, massaging his pecs and running my tongue between his abs.

Charlie's cock was already throbbing. I reached down and unleashed it from
his shorts. His foreskin was already slick with precum. I took his cock
head into my mouth, moving his hood behind his helmet with my lips. I could
taste the musk that had built up beneath his foreskin. I loved his taste,
so masculine and strong. Charlie moaned as I ran my tongue around his
helmet. I gently rubbed his balls and started to deep throat his cock.

Charlie grabbed my head and bucked his hips to meet my strokes but I pulled
off. I didn't want him to cum yet. I grabbed his body and flipped him round
exposing his perfect ass to me. I forced him against the wall and pried
apart his cheeks exposing his pink pucker. I leaned in and ran my tongue up
his crack. I worked his hole with my tongue, forcing it as deeply as I
could. Charlie squirmed and pushed his ass back into my tongue.

	"Fuck coach, no one can eat my ass like you!" He breathed.

That only encouraged me. I dug my tongue into his hole as deep as I
could. My stubble scratched and tickled the sides of his ass cheeks and his
taint. Charlie was groaning up against the wall as my tongue assaulted his
ass. I could feel my cock throbbing in my jock strap. I wanted to bury it
in his ass so bad. I stood up and yanked off my clothes, throwing them to
the floor. Charlie turned to see my hard dick but I quickly pushed him back
up against the wall. I spat into my hand then smeared it over my cock head.

	"Are you ready for this?" I whispered in his ear.

He responded by backing up against my dick. I lined it up and fucked it
straight in to him. My balls slapped loudly against his ass as I bottomed
out. The office was filled with the sounds of our moaning. His ass felt so
hot and tight around my dick, no matter how many times I fucked him he
still felt so amazing. I softly bit his shoulder as I fucked my hard rod
into his ass.

	"Jesus your ass feels so good." I groaned.

I placed my hand on his hips and started to fuck him harder, angling my
thrusts to hit his prostate. I reached around and felt his hard cock
dripping with precum. I started to work his shaft as I pounded him. Charlie
was really groaning now. It wouldn't be long and he'd be painting the wall
with his load. He knew this too. He reached down and took my hand off his
dick, trying not to blow his wad too quickly. I wanted to keep fucking him
all night but I knew I couldn't last. The way his ass gripped my cock had
me on the verge of cumming already.

	"Fuck I'm so close." He gasped.

I could feel his ass beginning to get to tighter.

	"Me too bro." I panted. "Where do you want me to finish?"

	"Fuck your load into me coach." He replied.

As Charlie said this I reached around and grabbed his cock then started to
pump. I felt his dick throb in my hands as he started to cum. His cock
flexed with each shot of cum as his ass clenched around my prick. I heard
the splatter of his cum hitting the wall and could feel it running down
over my fingers. As he climaxed my balls started to tighten and I felt my
load rising in the base of my nuts. I gripped Charlie's waist as I thrust
into him. His hands clawed at the wall above him as my whole body started
to quake.

	"Oh fuck!" I groaned.

I looked down to see the base of my shaft pulsing as I deposited my seed
deep in his tight hole. My orgasm ripped through me. I collapsed onto
Charlie's back, wrapping my arms around his strong chest for support.

	"Jesus Christ..." I whispered in his ear, exhausted.

We both stayed like that, enjoying the moment. This would be the last time
I would feel his perfect ass around my dick. I didn't want to pull
out. Charlie turned his head towards me and we kissed. His thick, full lips
felt so good against mine. I wanted to stay like that all night but I knew
we couldn't. I broke off our kiss and started to withdraw my cock. As I
pulled out my dick a large drop of cum dripped from his ass to the floor. I
must have filled his ass completely with my seed.

	"Damn I'm gunna miss that feeling." Charlie chuckled as another
large drop of cum ran down his thigh.

I laughed and bent down in front of his ass. I licked up the drop of my cum
that had escaped then gently kissed his raw ass.

	"I know mate. I'm gunna miss you too. But I'm not going to screw up
your chances of playing in the big leagues." I said as Charlie turned to
face me.

His semi brushed against my lips as he turned to face me. I sucked his
manhood into my mouth, tasting his load on his foreskin. I stood up and we
kissed again.

We dressed in silence. The atmosphere felt tense and alien. I don't think
either of us knew how to act. It felt like we had just broken up but at the
same time we were best bros. We still wanted to fuck each other's brains
out but were afraid to touch. Charlie grabbed his torn shirt and stuffed it
in his bag then put on a spare tee shirt. I watched as he picked up his bag
and headed to the door. Before he left he turned to look at me.

	"Thanks coach. For everything. I know you're looking out for me and
what's best for us both. Just wish it didn't have to be like this you
know?" He smiled and turned to leave.

I didn't know what to say. I felt heartbroken. Instead I just watched him
leave.

Charlie was eventually selected to play in one of the semi-pro local teams
after he finished high school with the intentions of working his way up to
the bigger teams. I continued to coach him until the end of the year. We
kept our relationship strictly professional and together with the help of
the other talented players on the team we managed to come out on top of the
leaderboard, beating out all of the larger schools in the district.  That
was the first time the school had made it into the finals in more than ten
years.

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I made my way down the steps of the empty stadium towards the pitch. The
floodlights illuminated the grass in a harsh, bright light. The evening air
was cool and crisp. I could see my breath each time I exhaled and could
feel my heart pounding in my chest. I looked around and was reminded of the
countless nights I spent training with my old team or just running laps on
my own to keep my body at its peak. That was almost five years ago now. I
missed it every day. I reached the bottom of the stairs and looked out
across the field. The stadium surrounded the field, rising up high on each
side. I jumped the barrier and walked on to the field. It felt good to be
here again. I walked across to the other side of the stadium, taking time
to reflect on what it meant to me. I reached the other side and started to
walk down the long, dark corridor that lead beneath the stadium seats. My
footsteps echoed loudly against the bare concrete walls.

I walked towards the doorway on the left. The light from the room shone
out, illuminating the corridor. I turned and entered the locker room. The
room was empty except for one other person. The man sat on one of the
benches with his back to me, untying the laces on his boots. He was wearing
a pair of black shorts and nothing else, showing of his incredibly muscular
back and shoulders. I guessed he hadn't heard me come in due to the bright
red headphones covering his ears. I walked around the bench, admiring his
sculpted body. He had a light dusting of short chest hair between his pecs
and a smooth rippled stomach. His blonde hair parted to one side and he had
stubble that was maybe a few days old. It made him look a lot older than
the last time I saw him. He noticed me approaching him from the corner of
his eye, took off his headphones and turned to face me.

	"Coach!" Charlie grinned and shot to his feet.

	"Hey bro." I smiled back.

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