Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2012 10:30:21 -0600
From: Jason Clarkson <jclarkson36@gmail.com>
Subject: Drew and Coach

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It was Drew's senior year.  He was the star of the team and I as coach was
very proud of him.  He had worked very hard for all four years and I had
watched him grow and improve to be a really great player.  I was always
impressed with how he always listened to me and gave it his all in practice
and games.  I even noticed him hang out after practices to get extra work
in or be the last to leave the locker room so that he could talk to me
about ways to improve, etc.  We had a very strong relationship.

We were getting ready for the playoffs with a light practice, and Drew and
some of the other players were goofing around, trying to dunk and stuff
when it happened.  The floor must have been a bit wet from some water or
maybe just sweat.  Drew slipped as he jumped causing him to crash hard.
Drew's arm locked as he landed and he fractured his elbow.  Drew was in
terrible pain.  I went with him to the hospital, he was so distraught.  He
realized he would miss the state playoffs in his senior year.  Drew had
worked so hard and now it was all over.  I wiped his tears of agony and
sadness from his face as they wheeled him in for the x-rays.

We lost the first game of the playoffs without Drew.  Drew didn't even
attend, mostly because he was still in too much pain, but also it would
have been too difficult to watch.  We missed Drew on the court for sure,
but I realized I was also just missing being around him.  I missed the way
he would smile at me.  I missed talking to Drew about basketball and about
everything else.  I looked forward to Drew at least returning to school so
that I could see him in the hallways.

After a week, the pain was more just a discomfort to Drew, but he was
getting more and more depressed.  Drew always knew he would be sad when the
season was over, but the way it ended made it that much harder.  Drew was
feeling lonely and bored with not much to do while recuperating.  Teammates
and friends came by at first, but they hadn't been back lately as now
baseball practice has started.  Drew found himself actuall missing school,
being around everybody.  Drew also realized that he was missing me, his
coach.  Drew and I had spent so much time together over the years, and it
was quite possible we might not get to talk ever again, besides a quick
hello in the halls. Drew missed all of our conversations but it was going
deeper than that now.  Drew missed the way I looked at him, the way I made
him feel, like he was special.

I ran into Drew's mom at the grocery store and she told me that Drew was
feeling down.  She asked if I would consider stopping by sometime, it might
help lift his spirits.  I immediately said yes, that I would be glad to.  I
was surprised at how excited I was that I would get to see my star player.
I told Drew's mom that I would come by first thing in the morning, after I
finished directing traffic in the parking lot.  She said that would be
great.  She told me that she would be gone already for work, and Drew's dad
was out of town but she would leave the door open.  She said Drew would
probably be still asleep, but that I could just go in and wake him.

That night, Drew was still in the dumps.  His mom tried to cheer him up by
ordering his favorite pizza.  She knew it was hard for him to be stuck at
home, and with her husband traveling, there was no one home to even enjoy
watching a game on the tv.

When I finished up dinner at home, I decided to put in some DVDs of our
games so that I could watch Drew.  I was excited to see him and strangely,
a bit nervous.  I was shocked when I realized that I had an erection while
thinking of him.  That had never happened before.  I am bi-sexual but am
not sexually active with men as I am married to a wonderful woman.
Although I have admired some of my players bodies, I have never been
sexually aroused by them.  So, these feelings were very new to me.

I was watching Drew on the court in his uniform but I found my mind
visualizing him in the locker room, in just a towel or a jock strap, or the
brief occasion when he was completely nude while changing.  I started to
think about how nice his body looked.  I started to think back about those
times when I got to see Drew in little or no clothing.  It seemed that I
only saw him naked or only in his jock when it was just the two of us left
in the locker room area.  I wondered if he had been doing that on purpose.
Things started racing through my head.  All the times Drew stayed late, the
way he sometimes looked at me, his eyes roaming up and down my body, the
way we smiled at each other, was there more to our relationship?  Was he
looking for more?  Was I looking for more and never even realized it?

When I stopped daydreaming, I realized that I had slipped my shorts down
and was stroking my hard cock.

I put my cock away and headed upstairs to take a shower.  I was
uncomfortable climbing into bed next to my wife with these crazy thoughts
going through my head.  By the time the warm water hit me, my cock was soft
again.  However, as I lathered up my hairy chest, Drew was back in my
thoughts.  Soon, my cock was raging again.  This time, I didn't resist and
lathered it up with soap and stroked it hard, shooting a hot load rather
quickly.  I didn't imagine touching Drew or Drew touching me, but his
beautiful body was in my head the whole time, flashing from the dripping
wet in a towel fresh out of the shower look, to the sweaty, after practice
look with the jockstrap still on.  When I finally shot my load, I was
picturing Drew standing by his locker wearing only that wonderful, playful
smile.

I woke up early in anticipation of seeing Drew.  I wasn't planning on doing
or saying anything about what I had been thinking about the night before, I
was just looking forward to spending some time with him.  I tried to chalk
up all of those lustful thoughts as raging hormones that were now satisfied
with an intense jack off session.

I raced over to Drew's house after the first bell rang to start classes.  I
had the whole morning off from teaching, so I thought I'd hang out with
Drew for awhile and then if Drew was up for going out for lunch, I would
take him out.  Otherwise, I would run out and pick something up for us to
eat back at his house.  I needed to be back at school by 1, so I should
have plenty of time.

I remembered that his mom said Drew might be asleep so I quietly entered
the house.  I thought I'd sit for a bit downstairs and wait until I heard
him moving around upstairs.  Then, I would yell up to let Drew know I was
there, and he could come down when he was ready.

I didn't expect to see Drew on the couch as I walked in.  He looked
amazing.  His arm was still in a huge cast but his body was beautiful.  He
was wearing a pair of white basketball shorts and nothing else.  He was
sound asleep.  The blanket he was using had fallen to the ground.  I stood
still admiring his perfect body, letting my eyes go from his sexy feet, up
his hairy, muscular legs, passed the shorts to his chiseled stomach with a
hint of hair growing out from under the waist.  I followed his stomach to
his chest, which had begun filling out nicely.  I watched his chest raise
up and then lower as he breathed consistently deep as he slept.  I stared
at his gorgeous face for a minute, hoping he would open those wonderful
eyes, but he just continued to sleep. In fact, I saw his eyes darting back
and forth under his eyelids.  He was REM'ing which meant he was dreaming.
I found myself hoping that I might be a part of his dreams.

I then looked down at his crotch.  Yes, I could see it.  Just the outline
in the white shorts, but Drew's cock was hard and sticking up.  I'd seen
his cock soft, usually only a quick glance but I thought it was a decent
size. But, now I could see that it grows to a very thick and healthy size
when hard.  I found myself longing to see it.  Further, I wanted to touch
it, and possibly even take it in my mouth.

Where was all this lust and desire coming from?  I hadn't felt so sexually
aroused for a man since college.

Drew was dreaming a dream that he had been having every so often for the
past year and a half.  In the dream, Drew was in the showers after a great
game with all the guys.  Slowly, one by one, they all left and he was alone
in the shower.  Drew was excited about the big win and began to lather up
his own cock.  With his face to the wall he would stroke quickly, hoping to
bust a nut before anyone could see.  Suddenly, Drew felt someone's warm
breath on his neck and then a muscular hand grab hold of his hard cock and
stroke it.  In the dream, Drew always tried to turn around to see who it
was, but the person's other hand always prevented Drew from turning your
head.  Drew felt his attacker's (or lover) cock head slide up and down his
crack.  Drew felt himself pushing back into it, wanting it inside him.  The
man stroked Drew harder and faster, bringing Drew to the edge of cumming.
Then, Drew always heard some sort of disturbance (each dream seemed to be
different)--the sound of the locker room door opening, somebody banging a
locker, etc.  And then always, suddenly, the mystery man was gone.  Drew
was all alone again in the shower with your hard, leaking dick but you
could hear a crowd now in the locker room so you had to stop.  Drew always
woke then, frustrated, never finishing and never knowing who was in the
shower with him.

Drew groaned even before opening his eyes, painfully aware that he endured
another frustrating sex dream.  Drew's left hand (not the injured one)
immediately went to his shorts and began rubbing his hard dick.  I found
myself embarrassed for watching this and so I stepped back towards the
door.

Drew's eyes opened and he smiled immediately when he spotted me.

"Coach," you said excitedly but curiously, "what are you doing here?"

"I saw your mom yesterday and she said you might enjoy some company, so she
asked me to stop over this morning.  She left the door open for me." I
explained, stepping back into the room.

Drew realized that his hard cock was showing through his shorts and so he
quickly grabbed the blanket from the floor and covered it.

I saw Drew's cheeks go flush.  Mine went flush as well as our eyes met.  He
had caught me staring at it.  We both just smiled.

"Geez, she could have told me, I would have gotten up and cleaned up.  I
smell terrible and my hair is all greasy." Drew said, although he thought
it a bit strange that he cared what he looked like in front of coach.

"Yeah," I joked,"I can kind of smell you from here.  Why are you sleeping
down here on the couch anyway?"

"No TV in my room, and since I really can't do anything else but watch TV
and movies, they let me sleep down here." Drew explained as he slowly tried
to sit up.

"Wow, it must be tough to get comfortable with that," I said as I noticed
him struggle.

Drew shot a quizzical look at me.  I was surprised.  Then, I realized he
thought I was referring to his boned up cock.

To end the awkwardness, I pretended not to have figured that out and said,

"Did they say when the cast will come off?

"Yeah it really sucks coach, but hopefully only 2 more weeks," Drew
answered smiling slightly as he realized he jumped to the wrong conclusion.

Drew was now sitting up and had made room for me to join him on the couch.

I sat down and we started talking like usual.  We talked about the state
playoffs and things happening at school. I made the obligatory comments
about how he needed to keep up with his school work.  Drew, of course,
assured me that he was.  But, something was different while we talked.  Our
eyes were both roaming all over each other and we were enjoying moments of
silence where we just sat next to each other. Our knees had accidentally
(or maybe not) touched, but neither of us tried to move, so they stayed
there, seemingly glued together.

Drew was still embarrassed about the way he looked with his greasy hair and
his body odor, and commented on it once again.

"Oh man, coach, I am so sorry that I look so nasty and I am sure you are
sick of the smell," Drew said looking down.

"It's fine by me, has a bit of the locker room smell," I laughed, "so I am
used to it."

Drew continued:

"It's just hard with only one hand and I can't get this thing wet, so I
can't just jump in the shower.  And, I really don't feel like having my mom
help me into the bath or anything.  It's bad enough having my dad help, but
he has been traveling for work the last week, so I am sure I am getting
quite skanky."

I didn't know if he had just set me up like that so perfectly or it just
worked out that way, but I jumped on the opportunity.

"Well, I'll help you out.  Let's get you in the bath and get you all shiny
clean." I said, trying to be nonchalant with the offer, "and then I can
take you to lunch.  I certainly can't take you looking like that and
smelling like you do."

Inside, I was freaking out.  I couldn't believe how excited I was to
possibly touch his naked body, and I was so nervous at the same time.

"Oh, coach, that's nice of you but you don't have to.  I'll be fine, my dad
will be home in a couple of days." Drew answered, wondering why he didn't
just say yes.

Drew was really nervous.  Your dick was inexplicably rock hard and he was
now certain he wouldn't be able to get it to go down if his coach started
washing him.

"Nonsense," I said, standing up and letting my natural coaching instincts
take over, knowing that my player would listen to me.  "Let's go, time to
get you cleaned up.  Which way is the bathroom?"

Drew immediately recognized my tone, coach was telling him what to do, so
he obediently listened.

"Umm, it's upstairs, next to my room." Drew said as he struggled to get on
his feet.

I grabbed Drew by the left arm and helped him up.  Our bodies collided a
bit as he gained his balance.  We stayed there for a moment or two longer
than necessary.

I broke the silence by saying:

"Show me the way."

Drew fidgeted with his cock with his left hand trying to keep it from
sticking straight out.  Drew needed to piss before getting in the tub and
so he definitely needed it to get soft for that.  Drew's mind raced through
non-sexual thoughts--his grandma, the old lady teacher, the neighbor,
anything to get his dick to soften.

By the time we reached the bathroom upstairs, Drew's dick had calmed a bit
and was only semi-hard and comfortable enough that he could force his piss
out.  He had to go pretty bad so that helped.

Drew went right to the toilet and lifted the lid.

"Uh, coach, I gotta pee first," he said as he struggled to get his shorts
down to let his dick out.

"OK, I'll start the water." I said as I walked past him to the tub.

I looked back and saw him still struggling, so I reached over with both
hands and tugged his shorts down.  I wasn't surprised to see that there
were no boxers underneath.  It explained why I had been able to enjoy the
nice view of the outline of his cock.

That ended any thoughts of him leaving his shorts on for the tub.

"Aah, thanks!" Drew said as he looked over at me.

"You needed them all the way off anyway," I explained with a smile.

Drew turned back to focus on the task at hand (literally as his semi hard
dick lay in his left hand).  Drew closed his eyes to concentrate.  The
flowing water of the tub helped.

I looked up at Drew.  I saw that his eyes were closed, so I took the
opportunity to look at his lovely dick.  I watched as his piss initially
trickled out and then went to a steady stream.  Mmmm, it looked so
delicious.

I let out a soft gasp.

Luckily, Drew didn't hear it because of the running water, but he did open
his eyes once his pee stream was steady.  Drew felt my eyes on him so he
looked over.  I didn't notice him turn his head, so I didn't look away from
his cock.  I was mesmerized and Drew realized it.  When he finished peeing,
he tugged and wiggled his cock more than necessary much to my delight.
Drew wasn't looking at me anymore so I was unaware that he was playing with
his cock for my benefit.  I licked my lips.

Drew felt himself getting harder so he abruptly stopped the little show.

"If I can get enough suds going, I can hide my hardon under the water,"
Drew thought, although you were beginning to care less and less about
showing me your hard cock.  In fact, adding to your arousal was the idea of
showing it to me.

Drew was getting pretty aroused.

"I wonder if I could jack off under the water and blow a load without coach
knowing," Drew thought to himself.

I looked back at the tub quickly, hoping he hadn't noticed me staring.

"Ok, I am all set coach," Drew said as he flushed the toilet.  He was now
in a hurry to get in the tub to hide his hardening cock.  Drew explained
the best way to work getting in the tub.

"If you can help me put this plastic over the cast first, then help me
lower into the tub, we should be able to keep it dry."

After I wrapped up Drew's arm, I walked with him to the tub.  He stepped
in, one foot at a time, his cock, still in a semi-hard state, bounced a
bit.

"OK, coach, if you can hold me at my hips, I will slowly lower down, but be
careful, because it's hard to keep my balance," Drew said as he put his
left hand on the side wall.

I grabbed Drew's hips but there was nothing to really grab onto, so I went
lower and grabbed his ass.  It was like I was hit with a bolt of lightning
as my hands squeezed his cheeks as Drew lowered himself.  I felt his weight
in my hands as he was now relying on me to guide him down into the tub.  I
took my time but made sure he had a nice soft landing.  Once my hands were
pressed between his ass and the tub floor, I gave another squeeze and then
slid them out.

"Yeah, I didn't tell you that grabbing my ass was the best way, but glad
you figured it out." Drew explained, feeling humble that his coach was
having to take care of him.

Drew noticed the extra squeeze but figured it was innocent.  Drew enjoyed
it so he certainly wasn't going to complain.


Drew's dad had done the same thing for him several times, but certainly
when his Dad grabbed his ass, it didn't make him feel so amazing like when
it was his coach's hands.

Drew was rock hard now, and tried to hide with his left hand.  I had put
some soap into the water but the suds hadn't grown yet.  Drew's cock head
was at the surface of the water, seemingly floating along the top.  Drew
finally put his head back and enjoyed the feeling of the warm water as the
suds began to hide the floating mushroom.

I began to lather Drew up, first thinking I would use a wash cloth but
decided to just use my hands.

"Oh coach, that feels good, it's like a massage too.  My dad usually uses
that cloth and scrubs the shit out of me," Drew said, with his eyes closed.

I continued to lather up my player, making sure to soap up every inch of
his body that I could get my hands on.  I rubbed his shoulders more than
scrubbed them and I did the same to each leg, taking longer on his calf
muscles.

Drew was oohing and aahhing as this impromptu massage felt amazing.  I was
really getting into it myself as my cock was jumping at the touch of his
skin.  After a good twenty minutes of rubbing and lathering Drew up, I had
cleaned every inch of him except from his upper thigh to his belly button.
I was crazed enough that I decided to go for it.  I started at his chest
again and worked downward.

"Oh yes coach, this feels amazing, thank you so much," Drew whispered as he
leaned back a bit further and spread his legs open further.

I was certain he was inviting me to grab his cock.

I grazed his cock a few times to test the water so to speak.  I watched his
face to see if he was going to react negatively.

After a few times, I went for it.  I grabbed his solid cock and stroked it.
I didn't look up this time tho, I just stared down into the water at my
hand wrapped around Drew's cock.  It felt amazing.

"Oh yes, coach," Drew moaned.

That was all I needed to hear to continue.  And so I did.  With it being
completely submerged, the soap wasn't helping to keep it slick.  But I
continued to slowly stroke my hand up and down the shaft.  Drew continued
to moan.  I decided to explore further.  I switched hands and continued to
stroke Drew now with my left hand while I played with his balls with my
right.  I went further down and tickled his tight hole.  I pulled my hand
out of the water and soaped it up, especially my middle finger.  I dove my
hand down back under the water and headed right for that sweet hole.  All
the while, I stroked Drew's cock much to his delight.  I was pretty sure he
was enjoying what I was doing with my right hand as well.

I guided my middle finger into his tight hole as he grimaced a bit but
didn't resist.  Soon, I was knuckle deep inside him and Drew began to buck
and yell out.  He was fucking my finger as best he could while I beat on
his cock with my other hand.

It didn't take long before you were yelling,

"Oh coach, I am gonna cum!"

Drew raised his hips a bit so that his cock head emerged from the water and
began to shoot huge loads of hot juicy cum into the air.  I watched in awe
as they splashed back onto the surface of the water and onto Drew's muscled
chest.  I continued to stroke and move my finger in and out of Drew's ass
until he had completely drained his balls.

Drew lowered back down and gasped for breath.

I stood up, as my knees were beginning to ache and my cock needed some room
as it was as big as it has ever been but was caught up in my shorts.

I looked down at Drew, seeing him in a completely different way now.  The
basketball season was over, so he wasn't my player anymore.  I saw Drew as
a man now--an extremely handsome man with a beautiful body.  A man I wanted
as a lover.

Drew looked up at me, with a wry smile.  Without saying anything, he
reached over with his left hand and tugged at my shorts.

He nodded his head, telling me with his eyes to lower my shorts.

I was now the one to obey.  I yanked them down quickly and my cock sprung
free!  Drew grabbed at it and pulled me in closer to him.  Drew stroked it
at first but when I was close enough, he took it in his mouth.  Drew moved
my cock in and out of his mouth, rubbing the cock head all over his lips.
Then, he slid his tongue up and down the shaft before putting my now
throbbing cock back in his mouth.  After a few minutes, he stopped to catch
his breath.  Drew had slicked up my cock so well, his hand was now gliding
over it expertly.

"Oh coach, I have wanted to suck your cock for so long," Drew said softly
and then he went back to working on my cock.

Drew's warm mouth felt so good on it, and when I felt his throat open to
accept my cock, I began to moan.  I soon began to thrust hard, fucking his
mouth and throat.  The day's events were too much and I couldn't control
myself.  Apparently, this had been building for a couple of years deep
inside me and now it was erupting.


I was getting close to cumming but Drew was struggling as I was shoving my
cock down his throat with great force.  Drew actually was handling that
fairly well, but with his one arm in the full cast it was hard for him to
maintain any balance.

I pulled out and let Drew stroke me while he stabilized.  Then, he said,

"Coach, shoot your cum all over my face.  Paint me with your hot juice!
Please coach."

Drew stroked me harder and faster.  I could see his left arm was tiring but
he continued to massage my pulsing cock.

"Oh fuck yes, here it comes," I yelled as my balls raised up and began to
spasm.

My first shot hit Drew's forehead, and he stroked and moved my cock around
so that I plastered my cum shots all over his face.  When I finished, Drew
took my cock back into his mouth and sucked hard and deep to get whatever
was left.  I watched in amazement as he gobbled it down.

I finally had to pull Drew off as my balls were aching from firing off so
many rounds.

I leaned back down and kissed Drew.  Our first kiss, but it wasn't a long,
slow, passionate kiss.  It was a feeding.  I searched his mouth for
remnants of cum.  My cum on his face now spread over my face too and we
took turns licking it off and kissing some more until we exhausted
ourselves.

"Umm coach, would you mind washing my hair, so I can get out of here.  I
think we should spend some time in my bed."  Drew said with a mischievous
smile.

"That sounds like a plan," I said as I reached for the shampoo.