Date: Thu, 7 Jul 2011 22:53:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: PT Cruiser <ptdork@yahoo.com>
Subject: Coach's Quarterback

	The year was 1971 and it was going to be my last year in junior
high. I already made up my mind I was going to go out with a bang, and it
was all going to start with my last junior high football season. I was the
starting quarterback the year before, but I struggled, as I was small for
my age. Everything was going to be different this year, as I had started
going through puberty, and grew six inches from last year!
	I ran all the way to the practice field to get there early. Upon
arriving I saw Coach Martin sitting in the middle of the field. I wanted to
be like Coach Martin some day. He was hairy and muscular, and he was an
ex-college football player. As usual he was jotting something down on a
piece of paper. He was alway jotting down new plays on paper. I wondered
sometimes if he did the same thing in the off season! I ran up to him
screaming his name several times until finally I got his attention. I
wanted him to see how much I had grown over the year.
	"Geez! Is that Matt Bower?" Coach questioned me.
	"It sure is coach! Look how much I grew! I can see the receivers
over the line now!"
	He gave me the twice looking over and said, "Well you have turned
into quite a nice looking young man. I wouldn't have recognized you if you
were in a crowd!"
	I had a grin from ear to ear. I knew Coach would be impressed, and
I am not sure why, but I always wanted to impress him.
	"Well have a seat boy, practice doesn't start for another twenty
minutes."
	I lied down on the ground facing towards him and grabbed a piece of
long grass to chew on.
	"You know I decided to make summer practice harder this year,"
coach spat out. "Are you ready for the challenge?"
	"This year I'm going to be the best QB this junior high ever had!"
	Coach Martin changed his sitting position and opened up his legs. I
could see the outline of part of his jockstrap sticking out of the leg of
his shorts, and mounds of pubic hair trying to escape out the side of it. I
tried not to look, but before I knew it I was staring at it a
bit. Embarrassed I looked up at his face immediately hoping he did not
notice me looking.
	"You know Billy Bob Mangus is moving up to junior high football
this year, and he was a pretty good passer in little league last year. You
sure you're going to beat him out for that QB spot!"
	"Billy Bob Mangus won't be able to see over the line any better
than I did last year, and all his passes last year were lucky ones that
Clayton caught. Besides Clayton moves up too, and now I get to throw to
him!" I shot back in self defense.
	Coach rearranged the way he was sitting again, moving his legs up
in the air and lying down more on his back. Now I could see all of his
jockstrap and the crack of his hairy ass. I could clearly see the outline
of his cock and balls, as they seemed to be pushing out of the boundaries
of the jock strap. His ass crack spewed dark hair out of both sides and all
the way through his butt cheeks. Again I raised my head real fast so coach
would not see me peeking a look.
	"Well we will see how you look today! You struggled with passing
last year so if you can show me some improvement this year in the passing
department, you got the QB job again!"
	Coach took the paper he was jotting plays on and put it up over his
eyes as he looked at it. At the angle the paper sat, he couldn't see my
face. I decided to take a longer peek at what was in his shorts. As I
looked he wiggled around a little and gave me even a better view. I could
see the outline of his cock head. It was huge with a large mushroom head. I
could feel my own cock grow hard as a rock pushing in my jockstrap begging
to get out, as it throbbed over and over again. I looked up at coach to
make sure he couldn't see my wandering eyes, and just as I did he sat up
pulling up on his shorts and there in front of my face plopped out his full
jock bulge out of the side of his shorts leg. I took one long look and
forced myself to look back at his face.
	"You know I am going to require the starting QB to come to my house
once a week to work on plays with me!" Coach Martin informed me.
	I stayed on my stomach as I was afraid to move, fearful that he
would see my erection under my football pants. "I can come over anytime
coach!" I spat out trying to earn brownie points from him.
	Soon other team members started showing up for practice, and coach
stood up standing over me. "Well prove to me you are my starter today and
we can start working on plays this week!"
	I wanted more than anything to prove to Coach Martin I was his
starter, but I wasn't sure whether I wanted this accomplishment to play
quarterback, or to be able to come to his house once a week! I wasn't sure
what I was feeling, but I knew I wanted to be closer to him.
	Most of the practice we did conditioning drills. I couldn't believe
how much stronger and faster I was compared to last year. All of a sudden I
was faster than others I could never out run. Finally coach split up the
key offensive and defensive players, and put us head to head for some no
tackle scrimmage. We worked on new plays he had been working on. Most of
the plays were pass plays and I could see right away he was trying to see
who was the better passer, me or Billy Bob.
	Billy Bob went first, and as I struggled last year, he couldn't see
over the line, and was throwing at an area of the field instead of a
receiver. His passes kept falling off their mark and missing the receivers.
	I started under center a little nervous, but when I ran back to set
for a pass there on the other side of my line was a visible view of my two
receivers and I knew where they were going. I zinged my first pass right on
the money to Clayton for a clear reception. Play after play I was right on
target with my receivers hitting them on the run in their pass
patterns. The difference was amazing to me, and I finally felt in control
as a quarterback.
	Coach called us in and gave us the usual beginning of the season
talk. When we split up he called me over and I walked with him towards his
car.
	"So can you come over to my place tomorrow to work on some plays
for this season?" Coach Martin questioned me. "I want to run a different
offense this year, and after seeing what I saw today, I need my starting QB
to know these plays inside and out!"
	"Sssure," I stuttered. "What time do you need me there?"
	I tried to keep calm but inside I was exploding because I knew he
was as happy with my performance as I was. I wanted to scream, but I
didn't.
	Coach took off his shirt giving me an up close view of his hairy
muscular body! I wanted muscles like that some day. I wanted to be a hairy
representation of manhood!
	"I'll tell you what, bring an extra set of clothes to practice
every Tuesday, and you can shower at my place. I'll make dinner for you,
and we will go over plays while we eat. You think your parents will be OK
with that?"
	"Sure!" I blurted out. "My parents are cool with stuff like that!"
	"My parents are cool with stuff like that," I thought. I was making
a complete idiot out of myself in front of coach. I was pushing myself too
hard on him!
	He popped into his car shirtless and sat behind the wheel! I took a
quick look at his crotch and sitting out of the shorts leg was some of that
jock strap again. I looked up at him, and I knew this time he had to notice
me checking him out. My face burned with embarrassment. He just looked at
me and said, "Cool! I will see you tomorrow at practice then!"
	He put the car in gear, and then before taking off he winked at me
saying, "You looked great out there today! You keep it up and we will go
far this season!" A smile came on his face and he drove away.
	He wasn't out of the parking lot yet when a scream blew out of my
mouth. I wasn't sure if it was a scream for my performance on the field or
a scream for my acceptance by Coach Martin.
	I walked home thinking about the events at practice. I couldn't
help but wonder if puberty was making me different in other ways. I almost
felt a feeling for the coach that I should have with a girl. Like the girls
I would see naked in porno magazines. I wanted to see Coach Martin naked. I
wanted to see what was behind that bulging jockstrap.

*********

	I got to practice early again and everything started out the same
as the day before. While Coach and I chatted my eyes wandered up his shorts
leg. The view was just as clear as the day before.
	I passed the football with ease again and coach had me work some
running plays with the running backs, and some plays that I actually ran
myself.
	"You've gotten so fast over the year," he shouted at me, "we need
to utilize that speed!"
	Practice was finally over, and I sat in Coach Martin's car as he
talked to a couple dads about their sons. For some reason I felt nervous
inside, unsure of what was ahead of me. Would I get to see Coach naked if
he was going to take a shower? Would he see me naked? Then it dawned on me,
since starting puberty, I would get a raging hard on every time I was naked
in the shower at home. If I had to get naked in front of Coach, how would I
control it?
	Coach hopped into the car, and from a quick look at his crotch I
could see Mr. Jockstrap peeking out. "Don't look at it," I thought to
myself. "Don't get a hard on," I thought some more. But the thought of
seeing coach naked was making my cock grow inside me football pants. I took
the bag containing my other clothes and put it over my crotch.
	"We got some work to do tonight Matt, but first we need to get out
of these smelly clothes, get showered, and get some dinner going!"
	I was panting inside at the thought, my cock growing with every
passing moment.
	Coach parked his car at his apartment complex, and as we walked in,
I did a good job of hiding my erection with my bag of clothes. He walked us
into his bedroom and said, "throw your clothes on the bed, and the shower
is in that bathroom. There's a towel in there for you."
	I sat on the bed covering myself, and he looked down at me.
	"Are you a little shy? Well I'll shower first then and you can grab
it after me." Before he could finish what he was saying he ripped his
shorts and jockstrap off, and there was his fat cock and balls bouncing in
the air in front of my face! He made a quick laughing gesture and walked
towards the bathroom.
	As he started the shower I had a full view of his hairy muscular
butt cheeks as they pinched into dimples when he moved around. The erection
in my pants was throbbing non stop now, and I knew that this was going to
end up bad.
	"C'mon Matt don't be shy we are both men!" He shouted from the
raging shower. I could see the outline of his nakedness through the steamy
clear glass that separated us. "I promise I won't bite," he finished!
	I took my shirt off, and then unbuckled my pants. I pulled them
down leaving my erection pushing my jock out to it's barriers. I could see
him looking at me!
	"What are you going to do, take a shower in your jockstrap you big
pussy?"
	My face turned four shades of red from embarrassment as I pulled my
jock strap off and my cock flung out pointing to the ceiling, bouncing in
the air with every beat of my heart.
	"That's better Matt!" Coach screamed out as he started to dry
himself off. "I can see puberty surely has all your hormones going! I
remember being young and having uncontrollable hard ons! Enjoy it while it
lasts!"
	I knew Coach was trying to make me feel better about the situation,
but all I could display was how embarrassed I was! I felt he knew I wanted
to see him naked, and finally seeing him naked was making my erection
problem even worse. I hopped in the shower quickly and closed the steamy
door behind me.
	As I showered I tried to think of anything that would stop my
erection. I was thinking of amusement park rides, food I had eaten that
day, but my mind kept popping back to Coach's beautiful manly body, and his
big cock and balls. I was doomed to be erect until I got my clothes back
on.
	I exited the shower and grabbed the towel coach gave me to dry
off. I held it over my crotch as much as I could as I wiped the dripping
water from my body. I could see Coach lying in his bed with his back to me
and his naked butt was staring me in the face. He still hadn't put any
clothes on and the only way for me to get to my clothes was going to that
bed. My erection started throbbing again.
	After drying I walked towards the bed. Coach turned around saying,
"DId you wash behind your ears?" As he turned around a could see his cock
pointing to his belly button. It was fully hard and larger than any cock I
had ever seen in my life. I gulped slowly and started walking to the other
side of the bed.
	"Matt come sit over here, I want to show you this play I was
working on yesterday."
	I reluctantly sat next to him and my eyes remained peeled on his
hard on. He turned so I could see it better and his large ball sac flopped
down on to the side of his leg.
	"I thought I would get it hard so you wouldn't feel so
embarrassed," he said. "The cock is an amazing thing. It has a mind of it's
own and even when you think you have control over it, it can surprise
you. It is like an animal, unpredictable and yet beautiful." Do you beat
off much Matt?"
	"No Coach! Never!" I shouted out lying in shock that he would be so
bold.
	"You have never beat it off before?" Coach asked confident that I
was lying.
	"Well some times in the shower, well actually a lot. I have no
control over it. Whenever I get naked it goes hard. If I think of anything
remotely sexual it goes hard. Am I OK or should I talk to my Dad about it?"
	"You just have raging hormones going on right now. That is what
happens when guys go through puberty. There is nothing wrong with getting a
hard on. It happens to all of us. Have you shot your load yet!"
	"No! I am afraid to. I am afraid it will hurt or something. It gets
painfully hard when I get close and I stop!"
	Coach laughed a little and then put his hand up as to motion that
he was sorry to laugh at me. "We all wish we could get that hard. You
should let it blow your load once, I think you would like it a lot!"
	Coach looked down at his erect cock. "Do you want to touch my
cock?" he asked.
	"I don't know! Well yes! I mean I wanted to see you naked, but I am
not sure I want to touch it!"
	"Go ahead and beat it like you would beat yours."
	My hand shook as I reached out to touch it. It felt really stiff
and it was so thick I could barely get my hand around.
	"Move your hand up and down on it."
	I started pulling up and down on his shaft. His skin was tight and
it took some force to move it towards his mushroom head and back down
towards his balls. As I pumped up and down Coach lied down on his back and
moaned.
	"See it doesn't matter if it is me, or a woman, or you playing with
my cock, it still feels good. That is the nice part of having a cock, it
can be enjoyed by all. Do you want me to beat yours off?"
	"Ssssure," I struggled out of my mouth.
	Coach grabbed my cock firm and started pumping up and down slow. He
used his other hand to caress my balls at the same time. I was already
coming close to reaching a climax as sweat rolled down my face when all of
a sudden he stopped.
	"Did that feel as good as when you do it?" He asked.
	"I think you do it better."
	I knew he did it better and I wanted him to do it more. I kept
moving my hand up and down his penis and finally reached my other hand out
and grabbed on to his balls. The whole sac would not fit in to my hand so I
grabbed around the top of the sac and let his balls hang from the other
side of my hand.
	"That's my point Matt, it doesn't matter who is doing the work, or
how they are doing it, it feels good and it is something to appreciate."
	"I guess."
	I was kind of speechless for words as I was definitely in a new
situation, and didn't know what to say or how to act. All I could do is
keep fondling Coaches cock and balls as if they were a new Christmas
present I opened that I wanted to play with.
	"Have you ever kissed a girl?" He asked me.
	"Sure I got my first kiss in 6th grade!"
	"How about French kissing?"
	"Yep! Haley Rubens this summer!"
	"Have you had sex with any girls yet."
	"Not yet, but I stuck my finger down Haley's swim suit all the way
to her pubic hair!"
	"Lie on your back and close your eyes for me."
	I let go of Coaches cock and balls and lied on my back putting my
hands behind my head. I closed my eyes in complete wonderment of where this
was going next. I felt Coach get on top of me as his body hair and muscles
dug into my smooth skin. His hard cock pushed against mine and his balls
came to rest in between my legs as his legs straddled my legs. Then I felt
his tight lips touch mine, He touched them quick and released at first,
then he pushed them up hard against mine, and soon his tongue entered my
mouth. I let it in, and began sucking on it and lapping my tongue against
it in a tongue fight. Coach pulled his tongue and mouth away from mine and
whispered in my ear. "Are you ready to lose your virginity?"
	I said nothing and laid there helpless to whatever he wanted to do
to me. I did not know what to do in return so I didn't move. I felt him
push up off my body and his hand grasped my cock. "This is going to hurt me
a lot more than it is going to hurt you, so just relax," he said in a
smoothing voice. Then as Coach screamed at the top of his lungs I felt my
cock get swallowed up like a vacuum hose grabbed it.
	"Damn that always hurts at first!" He shouted out.
	I opened my eyes and I could see Coach sitting on top of me. He
wiggled his butt around and then started to moan as he road up and down on
top of me, his balls slamming into my stomach. I was fucking Coach's ass
and he was enjoying it as he rocked up and down. I saw his hard cock
bouncing in front of my face, and I grabbed it, squeezing hard as I pumped
it with all my might. His moans echoed through the room as I could
instantly feel my semen wanting to explode out of my balls and into his
ass!
	"Coach!" I screamed. "I'm going to blow!" But he ignored me and
kept riding my cock faster and faster. I gripped harder and harder on his
cock as I got closer to releasing my ball's fluid into him, and then in one
large jerk my first load pushed through my head. I instantly felt some of
it run down my balls as my cocked spasmed load after load up into Coach's
bowels. His moans turned to screams as I held tighter and tighter on to his
pulsing cock. He screamed a loud moan, and I felt his warm cum shoot all
the way on to my cheek and start rolling down it. His next load shot out
and hit my eye. His ass squeezed tight on my cock every time more of his
load shot on my chest and then on my stomach. As it squeezed my cock more
loads would shoot out of my cock until he finally collapsed on top of me
leaving my hard cock in his hairy hole. The next thing I remember was
blackness.
	I came to lying on my side with Coach's arm holding my backside
tight to his body. It felt good and I loved the feeling of his body hair
pushing against my body. For once in my life I felt a security I had never
felt before. I felt a love I think I had been longing for my whole short
life. I put my hand on his and held it tight. I felt him kiss the back of
my neck as he squeezed my body extra tight.
	"I have to take you home now, it's getting late," he whispered into
my ear.
	We both got out of bed and I looked at my body in shock realizing I
was clean of any cum that had been on it.
	"I cleaned it all off of you. You went out like a light, so I
cleaned you up and held you in my arms!"
	"Thanks Coach, I appreciate it," was all I could muster out. I
didn't know what you say to someone after sex, after loosing your
virginity, especially after realizing you are gay.
	As we began to dress I admired Coach's body one more time. I wanted
a body like that when I was older.
	"Something wrong Matt?" Coach asked.
	"No! I just want to have a body like yours when I get older. How do
I get muscular like you?"
	Coach smiled saying, "Funny you asked, but if you want you can
start coming over a couple more days a week and we can lift weights
together."
	"Yeah! Sure! I want to do what it takes, will you help me?"
	Coach put his arm around me and nodded his head yes.
	Coach and I ended up spending 4 nights a week together. He taught
me how to be erotic with another male, as I learned how to explore and
experiment with my own body. He taught me how to take great interest in my
body and how through exercise I could make it stronger and healthier. But
most of all he taught me that I could love and be loved.
	For some reason in the spring of that same year my father felt it
was too weird for me to hang out with Coach Martin and forbade me to go
over there. I was furious with my father over the whole ordeal and we did
not speak for two years. Our relationship was never the same after that.
	It wouldn't be until my junior year in high school football when I
would see Coach again. He was the head coach for an opposing team we played
against. We won that game, and he came up and gave me a congratulatory hug
for my fine quarterbacking. Then our paths would not meet again until my
second year in college football when he was hired at the university I
played for to be the quarterback coach. The first day he arrived I invited
him to my apartment and we have been lovers ever since. This August marks
the 40th anniversary of our first night of love together, and we celebrate
it each year.