Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2005 16:45:56 EST
From: Wolf904776@aol.com
Subject: Coach Wilks and my Dad.  Part 1.

This is a fictional story.  All the characters are fictional and are  based
on a fantasy of mine.  If you are less than 18 years old or sensitive  to this
kind material, then I would encourage you to seek out some "G" rated  area
where there is such type of material.  What you are about to read is  for adult
entertainment only.

Coach Wilks and my Dad.  Part 1
>From _Wolf904776@aol.com_ (mailto:Wolf904776@aol.com)

Winter in New England is depressing.  The only thing to do is either  hang
out with your friends or stay home.  For me staying home is not so  bad.  When
my parents are not home, I would be by the computer surfacing  the web for gay
porn.  There are times when I am so horny that I would  forget the time not
realizing that my parents were coming home soon.  At  one time, I was jacking
off that I came three times.  I was totally wiped  out.  Not only that, some of
my cum landed on the desk and keyboard.   When my father came home, he looked
at me with this funny type of stare.  I  had a feeling that he knew what I had
done.  We never spoke about it, but  somehow he knew.

As for me, I am 16 years old.  My name is Brian.  Some think I am  either 18
or 19 years old.  I take after my father; I look older than I  am.  I have a
mop of hair that hangs over my shoulder.  It's dirty  blond in color.  Usually
I tie it back in a ponytail, but most of the time  it hangs as if I was a rock
star.

I have hazel eyes.  With the dirty blond hair, I have gotten second  looks by
most girls, and some guys.  In some ways, I like the  attractions.

I am 5'10'' tall, 8'' cut with low hangers.  Most of my body has a
covering of blondish hair including my pubis with the exception of my  back.  I have
to thank my father for his genes and the attributes I have  inherited.

Beside my dad, the one that brought all of this out of me has been my  coach,
Coach Anderson.  Before my sixteenth birthday, I was a scrawny  adolescent
kid with no physical appeal.  When Coach Anderson took me under  his wings, his
regiments, exercises, complete workouts I was nothing.  I  was someone who
could easily disappear into the background.  Now everyone  takes a second look
and asked me how I became the way I am.  I tell them,  hard work and dedication.
 Now, I am wondering who will replace Coach  Anderson since he retired during
the holidays.

"Brian, wake up!"  my father shouted out at me from the door.  I  was just
dreaming about a guy who I have fantasized about since I took a class  in
economics.  He is a little smaller than me but he has this body that you  could eat
up.   As my father stood there, he had this grin on his  face.  My boner was
sticking out of my boxer shorts.

"Brian, wake up!"  he shouted for the second time.  I try to open  my eyes,
but the feeling of my cumming was overwhelming.  I could have gone  back to
sleep and try to re-capture the feeling I had.  "You better make  sure your cum
does not get on those sheets or else your mother will be begin to  ask you
questions.  When that happens, don't come to me to bale you  out."

"Sure Dad" I told him.

That was odd.   Here I was coming out from a wet dream and Dad  simply smiles
at me.

As I walked to the bathroom, I could hear dad making their bed.  I  could not
hear mom, but the smell from downstairs was consuming all the  upstairs.  I
was about to get into the shower when dad walks in.  Dad  and I are not ashamed
of what we have, and there was no modesty between the two  of us.

"Listen, Bud.  If you are going to ejaculate during the night, keep  that
monster of your in your shorts."

I smile at him.  I was about to walk into the shower, when dad asked  me if
we could share the shower.  He was running bit late and he did not  want to be
late for work.

We both walked in into the shower.  The shower was big enough for four
people tand have enough room to move around.  When the spray hit our  bodies, I
could feel it relaxing me.  I push my head back and arch my body  allowing the
spray to hit me in the front.  As for dad, he was doing the  same.  When I turn
around and open my eyes, for the first time I saw my  dad.  Not as father, but
how sexy he is.  His butt had this roundness  that have never seen before.
It was defined; not flabby or flat, not only  that but as if each were fruits
to be open and be eaten.  I wanted to pry  those halves open and see what was
in them.  Dad and I have shower together  in the past.  Nothing came from it.
Now it seems different.

I put my hands on his back and began to rub it as the water cascaded down
his back.  I rub his shoulders, his back.  He put his arms out to the  wall
brace himself.  The spray that was coming from the top of the shower  hit his
face.  Then out of nowhere, I began to massage his butt; caressing  them,
exploring them.  He took two steps back and open his legs wide for  me.  I had the
feeling he knew what I was doing.  He did not stop  me.  I began to caress them,
feeling them, exploring each one of his  cheeks.  It was an amazing feeling.
Each one was like steel; solid,  firm, and strong enough to keep something out
or something in.  Each mound  had a coating of hair.  I knelt in front of
them.  For some unknown  reason I place my face on top of them.  Feeling them
with my cheeks.

Dad had not begun to soap-up so his masculine, that musky smell still  linger
on him.  As I use my face to explore each mound, I could hear moans  coming
from dad.  With each caress of my face, a low moan escapes his  lip.  I then
place my hands on each mound, using my thumbs, I gently pry  them open.  With
out any hesitation, I began to explore his manhole.   The smell was unusual, but
he has been known to be extra clean.  I began to  use my tongue to explore,
invade, and penetrating.  With each darting into  his sensitive area, I could
hear him moaning.  Then out of nowhere, he turn  around forcing me to my feet.
I just could not understand.  I stood  there looking at him, and he looking
at me.  He lean forward and kiss  me.  For a moment, our tongues met and said
hello.  With one arm  around my back and caressing my butt, and the other
cupping my face he said it's  not the right time.  I knew what he meant.  I knew
deep inside that if  were going to do this, we had to protect mom.

"I love you Brian, but you know it's not the right time."  We then
proceeded to wash each other.  He knew how much I wanted him.  Before  we left the
shower he told me "one day, when the time is right, I will take you  in my arms,
and I will enter you and cum in you.  That time is not  now."  With that, he
took one of his hands, cup my face, and kiss me.   "We better hurry, before you
mother comes up and ask questions."

That whole week I felt higher than a kite.  I was also angry with  Coach
Anderson for retired without telling us.  Especially me.  All  the month long we
had substitute coach.  Some looked like they came out  from a beer school with
a gut to match.  There was one that looks like he  was here to molest every
girl in school.  Another only cares about his book  he brought with him.

Then one day, this man came in and introduced himself.  "I am Coach  Ted
Wilks.  I am not here to cuddle you; I am not here to waste the money  that the
Board of Education has given us.  I am here to teach you, to mold  you, to get
you motivated.  If you put your trust in my hands, I will make  men out of you."

I stood there wide eye open.  He wore a tight white tee shirt, sweat  pants,
gym socks, sneakers, and a whistle around his neck.  But what I  notice about
this guy he was not flabby, but muscular, trim, and define.   You could see a
faint outline of his penis as if it was dangling down his  leg.  His arm was
cover with hair.  His hair on his head was short and  he was clean-shaven.

"Now listen up.  ALL OF YOU are to go back into the locker room, take  your
gym clothes off, and strip naked.  I mean strip naked.  I am  going to take
some physical statistics from you.  This include; weight,  height, blood
pressure, age and more.  I want make sure you do not have any  physical impairment
that will prevent you from participating in gym class.   All of you are men.  If
you are bashful, modest, or ashamed of you body  then raise you hands.  I'll
be sending to the nurse where she will take  those stats at her leisure."

All in the class was silent.  I kept staring at him.  At one  point, he
notices me staring at him.  When he looked, I could feel my cock  stirring in my
gym shorts.

"Now, when you have taken all you clothes off, proceed to the shower, and
take a quick shower.  Make sure you butts are clean.  I do not want to  smell or
have shit on my gloves.  I will examine your prostrate.  If  you are asking
what right do I have to do this to you, you should know I am a  medical doctor
as well.  My credentials are not only with the Principal but  as well as with
the Board of Education.  You have three minutes in the  showers to clean
yourself.  So move it!"

We took turn to make sure our butts were clean.

"If you men should an erection don't be ashamed of it.  You are  men.  That
is the nature of the beast.  If you do not know what I am  talking about, you
with the dirty blond hair, come here"

"Me?" I said.

"Yes you!  Come up front" he pointed at me.

I came to the front.  "What is your name?" he asked me.

"Brian Stuart."

"Mr. Stuart is exhibiting all the sign of a healthy young man.  His  cock is
engorge with blood.  It is becoming thick even as he stands in  front of you."

As he talked, he took my cock in his hand and gave it couple of  whack.  When
he did this, my cock became more engorge.  I was not  ashamed, but proud of
what I have.  I was at now fully erected.

"Young man, your have some member" Coach Wilks said to me.

"I am proud of it.  I take after my father."  I told him.

"You should be proud," he told me.

"Thank you, Coach." I told him.

"Now hit the shower," he barked out.

All the guys had their heights and weights taken; including with their
chest, arm, legs, and waist size.  Coach Wilks included with these  measurements
each their fats measurement  around their belly as well.   After each one had
done this, in a single file, each one came to where he  was.  He examined each
one of us if we had a hernia and problem with our  prostate.  He section off a
corner with two screens from the nurse's  office.   When it came to my turn, I
was still sporting a  hard-on.

"Mr. Stuart.  I see you still aroused."

"I can't help it." I told him.

He looked at me with this discerning eye wondering what type of person I  was.

"Ok Mr. Stuart, please step forward, I want to examine you."

As I walked forward, my swollen cock sways with each step.  When I was  less
than a foot away from him, I spread my legs so my balls could hang  out.  With
one hand, he took my cock and lifted up, with the other hand he  examine my
testicles.  When he was about to release my cock, I put my hand  on top of his
signaling it was ok to keep there a little while longer.  I  could see his
eyes becoming wider that some how I have given him permission to  touch me.

"Ok Mr. Stuart.  Will you please turn around, either bend over or grab  your
ankles."

I spread my legs as wide as possible, grab my ankles, and waited.  I  then
felt a finger penetrating me.  Usually guys react to this invasion,  but with
me, it was pleasurable.  When I began to feel his finger  withdrawing form me, I
clench down with my butt, holding him as long as possible  in me.  He was
surprise for someone bold enough to make his intension  known.    When he had
withdraw his finger, he immediately  inserted not one finger back in, but two.  I
could feel the two fingers  probing, playing with my hole.  I close my eyes
to the sensation I was  having.

"Ok Mr. Stuart, you're in good physical shape.  No sign of a hernia  and
your prostate seems healthy."

I kept looking at his, while my cock seems to beg for his mouth around  it.
I could see that I was leaking precum.

"I see you are in the football team.  Would you be interested in the
baseball team?  I am trying a team that the school would be proud."

"When it's the try-outs?"

"They will begin in March."  Coach Wilks reply.

"I have to talk to my parents, if they say it's ok, I'll give it a  try."

As I walk out from the examination, my cock was rock hard.  Precum was
leaking as if I just had sex.  All the guys looked at me.  Eric who  was in the
background I saw him licking his chops.  Couple of guys who were  dressing
decided to undress and follow me to where I was going, back to the  showers.  I
stood there letting water cascade down my body.  Several  of the guys join me and
began to masturbate while feasting on my cock.   There was one bold guy who
was straight, he came to where I was showering, and  began to jack me off.  I
spread my legs and allow my balls to sway as he  masturbated me.  I close my
eyes, tilt my head back and enjoy the  service.  In no time clobs of cum was
hitting the floor.  I thank him  for what he had done.  I was leaning forward to
kiss him when he told me he  was not gay.  I just caress his face and thank him
for what he did for  me.

That night I spoke to my parent about Coach Wilk.  Dad told us, that  Coach
Wilks and he went to school together.  He had recommended the Coach  for this
new position.  When everything was put away, and clean up, Mom  would usually
sit and watch the news.  Tonight, she had to go to some Women  Auxiliary to
prepare for a fund raising drive.  This left dad and I  alone.

"You busy" I asked him.

"No, just trying to figure out this manual from my job.  What's on you  mind?
"  Dad asked.

"Well, tonight, I did not tell you everything that went on in school." I
told him

"Really, why?" he asked.

"Well, I was not sure how to put it." I said to him.

"And now?"

"I am not sure how you will react.  You see dad, being honest with you  and
being straight forth is a fine edge sword.  One way or another I'll get  cut."

"Give it to me straight," he said to me.

"Well we had a physical examination from Coach Wilks.  Height, weight,  body
measurements and including in all of this hernia and prostate  examination."

"I know, Ted told me what he was going to do.  He also disclose some  of his
proposal that he will start to implement in the school.  So you see,  what
Coach Anderson left off, Coach Wilks will continue." He told me.

"Well, that is only half.  I was quite horny with him.  When he  examines me
for a hernia, I put my hand on top of his to signal him to keep his  hands on
my cock a little longer.  Then when it came to the prostrate  examination, I
clench down on my butt trying to keep him inside of me a while  longer."  I did
not tell my dad that Coach Wilks penetrated me again this  time using two
fingers.

"Brian, why are you so eager to have sex."

"Because I am a teenager, especially a gay teenager of 16."

Dad rolled his eyes in frustration.  Ever since I came out, it was  hard for
him to accept who I was, a gay son.  It took a while, but when  both of us
overcame our expectation and ignorance, our relationship has become  stronger.
Now he is not my father, but a friend who I could confined  in.

"You should also know one more thing.  While I was taking a shower,  this
jock gave me a J/O in the shower.  He said he was not gay, but I thank  him for
the J/O."

"Brian!  That cannot happen in school.  If they catch you, you  will be
ostracize, and expel from school no matter who initiated the act.   You will be
looked as the one who entice others to service you.  Please  promise me that you
do not do this again.  Promise me!"

"I promise." I told him.

He got up from his desk, came to where I was sitting, and held me.  He  was
afraid that something might happen to me.  He held me in his  arms.  He then
caress my face, and gave me a kiss on my lips.

"I love you.  You are my son.  I am proud of you more than you  can realize."

With that I held on to him for a while.

"Listen Bud, I need to go back to that manual.  If I don't attack it  now, I
will never will.


When March came around I asked my parent for permission to try out for  the
baseball team.  I gave them the release and permission form.   Coach Wilks had
us go through several exercises.  Each exercise told him  something of our
skills and capabilities.  By the end of the week, he began  to list who might
have a certain position in the team.  To my surprise, I  was given left field.
He surmise that given most of the hitters in the  past, the majority will hit
left field.  Not only that I have two pair of  good legs on me.  So I could
reach the ball before it hit ground.

During one of our practices, Coach was piss at several guys.  They  were
fooling around.  For that all the team was made to take 50 laps around  the field.
 When we finish all of us could have drop dead on the  spot.  One by one, we
drag our self into the locker room.  One by one  we try to take our team
uniform off, and then crawl into the shower.  I did  not have any energy in me to
make it into the locker room.  By the time I  got in, most guys had left.
There was couple of guys trying to get  dress.  When I got in, and got out of my
uniform, I felt like I was  alone.  Most of the guys had left.  As I got into
the shower, and  stood under the spray, I did not notice that someone was in
the shower with  me.  I open my eyes to see who it was.  I was Coach Wilks.  He
was two showerheads down from me.  As I look at him, my heart race.   Here I
was with this man who I consider to be sexy, and macho.  His body  was cover
with dark hair.  His nipples were dollars size and sticking  out.  His legs
were hairy as well.  What my eyes focus on was his  cock.  Here I was looking at
his member that was more than 8'' long, thick,  and cut.  His ball hanged low
and they look huge like Italian lemons.

"Your ok Mr. Stuart?" he asked me.

"Just sore and tire" I told him

He came over to and told me to close my eyes.  He make sure that the  water
that was coming down was the right temperature.  He began to massage  my back
as the water cascaded down my back.  As I got more comfortable with  him, I
decided to make my move.  I back into him and allow my butt to brush  his cock.
He knew well what I was doing and the signal I was giving  him.  I could feel
his cock against my butt.  He wrap his arms around  me.  One of his hand began
to caress my nipples the other found my cock and  began to masturbate me.  I
put my head on his shoulder and he began to kiss  me on my neck.  I could feel
his cock getting harder and harder.  I  open my legs to allow his cock
between my legs.

"Coach, coach...."

"What Brian" as he kiss my earlobe."

"Please take me, I want you in me." I told him

"You don't know what you are asking of me."  He told me.

"Yes, I do know.  I want you to fuck me.  I want all you cum in  me.  I know
what I want.  Right now I want you,  I want you to  bread me.  Simple as that."

He spun me around and looked a me.

"Are you sure?"  he asked me.

"More than you can realize."  I said to him.

With that he walked into his office and brought a chair out.  He  placed the
chair directly under the spray.  He sat down.  I could see  that his cock was
hard.  If I had to measure it I was more than 10'' and  4'' in girth.

"Come here."  He told me.

He told me to straddle him and sit on his thighs.  Me maneuver his  cock so
it was hitting my back.

As I sat on his lap, he began to caress my face, chest, and stomach, with
his other hand he explore my back and butt.

I lean forward and began to kiss him.  At first our lips were  close.  Then
our mouth became ravenous openings in which each other wanted  to suck the
entire person into him.  I could not get enough of this  man.  Our tongues darted,
explore, and tried to invade the other.   Going deeper and deeper.  Large
quantity of saliva mixed.  At one  point, I got up from him turn the shower off
that was being sprayed on us, and  turn the other showers on to drown the noise
we were making.  When I sat  back down on his lap, I notice his cock was
hard, and solid.  It was  pointing straight, not one curb.  He told me to straddle
him, use my hands  to open myself up so his cock enters me.  As I gently
descended down on  him, he guided his cock on my hole.  Once the head was
establish inside my  hole, he guided me.  I slowly descended down on his cock.  The
pain,  such pain began to invade my brain.  I did not want to cry.  But I  could
feel tears falling down my cheeks.

At one point I hesitated.  He took charge and force me down taking  more of
his cock.  The pain was intense.  It as if I was being ripped  open and burn
alive all at the same time.  Once all of his cock was inside,  I laid my head on
his chest and try to get comfortable.  He told me to  relax.  That soon the
pain will turn into a pleasure, a pleasure that you  never experienced.

He cupped my face and kiss me.  Our tongue began to explore each  other.
Darting, penetrating deeper.  He made sure that I did not slip  off him.  So he
held me by my butt.

I could feel his cock flexing inside of me, like a knee jerk  reaction.
Every time his cock reacted in me, I could feel a sensation that  I have never
felt in my life.  My mind was closing on itself.  I only  knew now the pleasure
that this man was giving me.  My ass for some unknown  reason reacted as well.
I clench my ass going up on his cock and the relax  coming down.  At one
point we both synchronized as if our bodies knew what  we wanted from each other.

By now I was totally out of it.  I could only feel what my brain was  being
fed.  The pleasure of his cock.

Moaning came rolling out of my mouth.  Every time we kiss I became
aggressive.  Wanting all of him inside of me.  I try even to suck his  tongue as if it
was his penis.  I could not get enough of him

I wanted more from him.  I wanted much more.  My rhythm increase  to a point
I was fucking myself on his cock.  With each thrust I forcefully  descended
harder on his cock.  Forcing his member to get even larger inside  of me.

Both of us were lost to the passion, the sheer sexual pleasure that we were
both having.  I could feel him laboring, breathing harder.

I rose higher on his cock and descended down even harder.  We both  moan and
groan.  Then all of a sudden, Coach stood still.  Waves and  waves swept over
him.  I could feel deep in me a warm feeling being  introduced deep in my
vowels.  Coach rolled his eyes and his head fell  back.  He was gasping and
panting.

For me I wanted more.  His cock stayed inside of me for a long  while.  I
found out that his cock is large when still soft.  So  keeping him in me was no
problem.  We sat there kissing.  Exploring  each other for a long while.  Then
we both knew that it was time to let  go.



Part 2 will come soon