Date: Wed, 29 Jan 2014 13:44:45 -0800
From: tk <aznb0ikid@gmail.com>
Subject: rebellious korean part 3

Coach's lips touched my neck, rousing me from my sleep. I didn't move. I
attempted to keep the same breathing pattern as when I was unconscious, but
whether Coach believed it or not, I wouldn't be able to know. His lips
travelled down my back, his tongue gently touching my shoulder blades,
tracing down the lines of muscle that led all the way down to my ass. His
lips and tongue were the only points of contact between his body and
mine. He was careful not to use anything more with the hopes of letting me
continue to sleep. When Coach's lips reached my ass, he sucked a bit
roughly at my ass cheeks, leaving marks. I moaned and shifted, causing
Coach to pause and see if I would wake up. I buried my face in my arms and
resumed my heavy breathing, smiling where he couldn't see. His tongue
slipped into my soft hole, which quickly moistened and opened up under the
gentle caresses of his tongue and lips. Unable to restrain himself anymore,
after insuring that my ass was well lubricated with his saliva, Coach
pressed his body against mine and slid his cock into me.

I moaned and turned my head to try to see him, as if surprised by the
sudden invasion into my asshole. Coach's lips met mine, his slight beard
wet from being buried in my wet ass scratched against me. Our lips wrestled
and our tongues invaded each other even as his cock invaded me. It slid
through my ass easily, as a result of the hours of fucking, fingering, and
near-fisting the previous night. My asshole was smooth as silk to the
touch, puffy and swollen to the sight, and as sensitive as ever as it
swallowed his monstrous and veiny cock, puckering as his scratchy and dense
pubes rubbed against it when he drove his cock all the way into me.

Coach's hands found my forearms and forced them over my head. He held me in
place, his legs forcing mine wide, giving his cock better access to my
ass. I was completely under his control. As if this nearly pre-pubescent
teenager could hope to overpower a full-grown man in his prime. Coach's
body was covered in taught muscles that were coated in a dense fur that
became matted with sweat the longer he fucked me. His hair rubbed against
my bare skin, the contrast between his dark hair and skin from hours of PE
teaching and coaching contrasted against my pale and porcelain skin. My
skin refused to tan. On days where I spent hours in the sun might leave a
reddish tinge, but my body refused to darken. Somehow, it matched my image:
a slight Asian boy with a petite waist, and not a single bodily hair, a
small cock yet a slutty and open asshole.

Sweat started to loosen Coach's grips on my arms, but I didn't
move. Coach's grip tightened, reaffirming my submission to his
authority. His lips roamed from my ears to my neck and shoulders. His mouth
sucked, kissed, licked, and did any number of things to me that I couldn't
even begin to describe. All the while, his hips continued in their
relentless pumping, fucking me with every inch of his cock. Despite Coach's
aggressive fucking and the fact that the only lubrication was applied to
the outside of my ass before Coach began, he didn't need to
re-lubricate. Enough of his sperm and spit were still up in my asshole from
the night before, which supplied enough lubrication to allow him to fuck me
as he wanted.

Coach pulled his torso up off of me while keeping his dick inside me. He
roughly flipped me over so I was facing him, my cock was pointing up in the
air between our bodies while dripping semen onto my stomach. Coach didn't
lean back down, but rather grabbed my ankles and pushed them far to either
side of him. I was doing splits in mid air while lying on my back as Coach
began to rock back and forth slamming his cock into me harder and faster. I
meant to jerk my dick, but the moment I touched myself, I climaxed and came
all over my chest. Despite ejaculating numerous times last night, I came
again, and shot a huge load, the first spurt hitting my neck, the second
landing on my chest, the third my abs, and the rest dribbling down where my
sparse pubes had used to be until Coach had shaved them off.

I had been proud of growing my pubic hair, as it was a sign of my dawning
maturity. Coach preferred me shaved. Apart from the head of hair, there was
no other hair on my body, not at my crotch, not at my armpit, and not even
the peach fuzz that was beginning to form on my arms and legs were
spared. It was all gone. My body shone with the sheen of sweat and
reflected whatever dim light made its way into the room. Coach didn't come
with me. He continued to fuck me and pump my ass. Bursts of air were now
forcing their way out of my ass. Mini-farts escaped every time Coach thrust
his cock inward, in addition to the noisy squelches of a combination of
semen, spit, and sweat that accumulated at my asshole. The very sound of
Coach fucking me was so dirty and wet that despite my earlier ejaculation,
I remained aroused and fully erect.

This time, I was able to jerk my cock and massage the head without coming
at the slightest touch. Coach came. It was a torrent of semen that flooded
my hole. It was such a large load that it forced semen and spit out of my
ass. When Coach pulled out, my ass released a sputter of air that had
seeped in whenever Coach thrust in or out. My asshole remained loose and
open, leaving me afraid to sit up or stand because it felt as if my innards
would spill out of me. Coach pulled me up regardless and bent me over so
that my ass was sticking up in the air. He brought his mouth down on my ass
and began to eat his own semen from my ass, sucking and slurping up
everything that came dribbling out. When he was satisfied that my ass was
as clean as he could make it, he nudged me out of bed.

"The sun's coming out, you better get home." I nodded. I pulled on my
basketball shorts and the shirt I put on last night when I snuck out of the
house. When I went back in the morning, it would be under the pretense of
returning from jogging. My sweat and stink wouldn't contradict my story, as
long as my parents didn't check in on me throughout the night, which is
unlikely that they would have. I gave him a final kiss to Coach, who was
lying back in bed, his legs spread with his flaccid cock resting on his
heavy balls. His chest still heaving from the extensive fuck and the
excessive force he used to ravish my ass. He held my head for a moment,
letting our kiss linger, allowing our tongues to flit into each others'
mouths before pulling apart. I left without looking back, knowing I would
jump back into bed if I did.

The jog home was uneventful. Even as I got ready for school and was sent
off to school by my parents. I had finally come out to my parents. They
realized that my homosexuality wasn't anything that was going to change. I
kept my sexual endeavors a secret, however. My parents might be so offended
by the idea that a man twice my age was fucking me they might call the
police and report the statutory rape that went on nearly every night since
I seduced Coach last year.

I quit my extracurricular activities, keeping in shape by working out on my
own and getting fucked by Coach every night. Since I was a sophomore and
turning 16 soon, I was well into my growth spurt, my muscles were
developing in a way they had never formed before giving me a lanky figure
though keeping to my petite form. Whatever hair I started to grow, Coach
shaved it off keeping me as bare as if I hadn't hit puberty yet. My cock
was lengthening and thickening a little bit, my balls started hanging
lower. It was nearly six inches long now, though still a negligible
difference compared to Coach's massive cock.

Since I didn't play sports for school anymore, I wouldn't see Coach until
the evening when everyone began to sleep. Irregardless, since I was openly
gay, there would be plenty of opportunities for myself to get some dick. My
closest straight friends liked to use me as their cum dump, and would never
deprive me the opportunity to milk the semen from their cocks.

Even this morning, one of my friends met me as I rode my bike onto campus
at the bike rack. As soon as I locked my bike, he walked with me to the
closest restroom and followed me into the handicapped stall. Before I was
even on my knees, Brandon's cock was already out and fully erect. We had
nearly thirty minutes before the bell would ring, so as soon as I wet his
cock, I dropped my pants, turned around, and bent over. Brandon didn't
hesitate, plunging his cock into my ass, and groaning with pleasure
audibly, not caring who heard. Brandon pulled me up from my bent over
position, holding me by my neck and brought his mouth next to my ear.

"I love fucking your Asian pussy," he whispered, his cock pummeling my ass
recklessly. Brandon's other hand held onto my hip, keeping me in place so
that his rough fucking didn't push me away, but kept my asshole in prime
position to receive him. While Brandon fucked me, his jeans and underwear
slipped down from under his ass down past his thighs, knees, and calves
until they were bunched up at his ankles, pulling my pants and underwear
down along with it. He pushed me back over and held my ass with both hands,
his fingers digging into my ass. My ass, still full of Coach's cum and spit
quickly loosened out and lubricated Brandon's cock and slowly soaked his
dark brown pubes.

Brandon came quickly, due to the combination of the wet and messy state of
my ass, the silkiness of my asshole, and the rapid pace with which he was
pumping me with his cock. After coming, Brandon gave my ass a few more
pumps of his cock, and waited as he finished emptying himself of his
semen. When he withdrew his flaccid cock, I knelt in front of him again,
and took it into my mouth, cleaning it of all the gunk of the combination
of his and Coach's semen. Brandon closed his eyes and my mouth enveloped
his now overly sensitive cock, and as my tongue massaged the underbelly of
his penis. His hand held the back of my head, not applying pressure, but
not letting me pull away. Brandon's cock didn't grow completely flaccid,
but it stayed semi-erect due to my stimulation. When his cock was
completely empty and clean, apart from my spit, Brandon and I pulled our
clothes back on and walked out of the restroom together, ignoring the
curious glances of the other guys as we emerged from the same stall.

Brandon patted my back and headed off towards his class as I headed for my
locker. Chris met me since his locker was beside mine.

"Brandon get you this morning?" Chris asked, carefully revealing his true
intentions from our neighbors. I smiled and nodded. "I get lunch," he said
jealously.

"Alright," I answered, still smiling. Together we walked off to homeroom,
resuming the normal trivial teenage talk. Chris complaining about his
girlfriend, despite lusting for my ass. Classes passed by slowly, as all
time seemed to move in between my fuck sessions. Chris and Brandon were
good substitutes for Coach, but it was Coach's massive and hairy cock and
body I truly craved. Chris and Brandon haven't reached manhood yet, so even
the lengths of their cocks hadn't reached full potential. Their bodies were
filling out, but they didn't have the same strength and force that Coach
could fuck me with, every thrust jarring my bones and chattering my
teeth. The force of his hips smack my ass as painful as if he was slapping
my ass with his hands instead of merely fucking me. Comparing Chris and
Brandon to Coach nearly made me erect throughout the day until lunch.

Chris met me outside my classroom when the lunch bell rang, preventing me
the opportunity to slip away or from allowing Brandon to steal me away from
him again. Instead of the bathrooms that would be swarming with guys now,
Chris led me towards the back of the school past the fields to the racquet
ball and tennis courts. He led me into the racquet ball court that was
furthest from the classrooms and the nearest teacher, led me to the corner
and quickly dropped his shorts as well, much more quickly then I could
kneel in front of him to service him. Chris was already fully erect,
gaining each inch of hardness the closer we got to the fuck spot. My lips
had barely slipped over the length of his cock once before he pulled me
back up, turned me around and forced his cock into me. Chris was much
larger than Brandon, despite his continuing to grow. He played basketball
and was large with muscles and nearly as strong as Coach. His first thrust
pushed me up against the wall, my cock pressed against the painted cement
wall leaking streaks of semen.

Chris didn't hesitate and pummeled me much harder than Brandon could,
having me pinned against an immovable wall. Since his constant thrusting
had my hips pinned against the wall, his hands held my wrists against the
wall as well. Chris was so much larger than me that his body practically
hid me from view so if a teacher were to come peeking at us, all they would
see is Chris and his pale ass thrusting away at the wall. The noon sun beat
down on us, drawing sweat profusely both from me and from Chris's large
body as well. The smell of his sweat and musk was pervasive and latched
itself to my skin and clothing.  Even as Chris fucked my ass furiously, he
also touched and kissed me passionately. The fact that I was a dude and he
had a girlfriend didn't bother him. He was fucking me, so he felt obligated
to caress and kiss me. His girlfriend had trained him well.

Even so, time was running out. We would have to start walking back to the
quad before the bell rang to make it to our classes on time so Chris would
have to come quickly. In order to expedite the process, Chris pulled me off
the wall and bent me over so that I could touch my toes, with my chest
pressed against my thighs. My butt cheeks spread open automatically,
allowing Chris to drive his cock into my ass deeper and harder. I could
feel my ass flush pink as Chris's hips slammed into me, his skin slapping
mine hard with each thrust as each thrust drilled his cock into me. Chris
began to pull his cock completely from my ass before driving it back
in. Each time he pulled out, my asshole sputtered as it released a burst of
air that slipped in every time he pressed his cock back in.

The sound of his skin hitting mine, his cock driving through my wet hole,
my asshole spitting out air with each thrust and the rustle of our clothes
and our gasps of air and moans of pleasure echoed around the racquet ball
court. Whether it was the echoes that made it sound as if there were fifty
of us fucking at once, or the sound and feel of my wet ass slurping away at
his cock, Chris moaned, pressed his cock in, ground his hips stirring my
insides and came, replacing the loads of semen that had spilled out of me
during his fuck and making a cummy, hairy mess of his pubes. I quickly
turned around and dropped to my knees to clean his cock and lick up what
cum that I could, cum that was inside me, cum from two guys.

We got dressed and walked back towards the quad. Until we walked around the
building, Chris's hand was down the backside of my pants while his finger
was quickly and enthusiastically fucking my hole. A few feet from turning
the corner and walking into the quad, he pulled it out, fed me his
cum-soaked finger, and dried it on his jeans. Even as we walked onto the
quad, the lunch bell rang. We waved each other off and walked to class.

After school, I met up with Brandon and headed to his house. Chris would
meet up with us after practice. Brandon lived with his dad. His parents
were divorced, but he opted to live with his dad since his dad always
worked and he had so much more freedom than had he stayed with his
mom. Ever since we started hanging out, we spent most of our time
there. Ever since I came out to my friends, Chris and Brandon started
fucking me in his bedroom. If we ever felt daring, we'd go out to their
backyard, skinny-dip, and fuck on their patio furniture, despite being
within sight of his neighbors' second-story windows.

Today, we didn't have a sense of adrenaline that we needed to meet. We went
up to Brandon's bedroom where he turned on some downloaded porn. I quickly
stripped and climbed onto his bed. Brandon was larger than me as well, but
he was no where near as beefy as Chris. He had a wiry lanky frame that was
accentuated by his height and his broad shoulders. Despite his apparent
frailty, he had a hidden strength, and surprising warmth whenever his arms
enveloped me. Brandon never showed me any affection when fucking where we
might get caught, or in front of Chris. When we were alone, however, he
didn't hesitate to kiss and touch me, despite the fact that Chris did so in
front of him constantly. It might be from a sense of pride, that even if he
were caught with his cock up my ass, he could make the argument that he
wasn't gay and was just using my hole.

The fact that we were alone, and that Chris wouldn't be here until nearly
6pm, Brandon relaxed and openly kissed me. His cock was fully erect inside
of his jeans. He stripped off his shirt, but kept his dark denim on. His
bulge rubbed against my cock, then against my ass as I leaned back, spread
my legs and exposed my ass. Brandon's lips moved down my chest, glanced
lightly over my cock, and found purchase on my ass. Brandon could smell, if
not taste, Chris' load from lunch. He felt the rawness and warmth emanating
from my asshole, his tongue flitting over my swollen hole. Even as his lips
and tongue massaged my ass, his fingers moved deftly around his button and
zipper, pushing away his pants to reveal that he had been going commando
since P.E.

His erect cock sprung free from its denim cage and dropped a bead of semen
onto Brandon's sheets. Without more ado, Brandon pressed his cock into
me. Despite his haste to get inside me, Brandon did not start to pump his
cock immediately. He savored the warmth and softness of my ass wrapping his
cock tightly. His hands groped my butt cheeks. His tongue slipped into my
mouth. His chest pressed against mine. I ran my hands up his backside,
letting them find their way to his straight brown hair. My fingers ran
through his free strands, sometimes gripping them when a wave of pleasure
coursed through me unexpectedly. My other hand continued to run up and down
his back, on occasion squeezing his ass and pulling him in, on others
massaging the muscles in his arms and shoulders, or brushing against his
pectorals and pinching his nipples, twisting them till they were hard
little nubs pointing out at me.

Brandon's cock started to ease out of me, not even an inch at a time. He
moved infinitely more slowly, yet the lack of speed seemed to make his cock
seem even longer. Despite our lack of movement, sweat quickly accumulated
between our bodies, making it more difficult to grip each other, but much
more easy for our hands to run over each others' skin and explore each
others' bodies. Brandon pulled out until only his head remained inside
me. He paused, and stared into my eyes. Holding my gaze, he gave a fierce
thrust, shoving his entire cock inside me in less than a second. I moaned,
trying not to close my eyes, trying to hold his gaze. Brandon began to pull
out again, as if his thrust had not occurred. He moved as if all he had
done since putting his cock into me was a single slow act of pulling
himself back out.

I put my arms around Brandon's neck, drawing his face closer to mine. Our
noses touched. Our lips were close enough that we were breathing each
others' breath.

"Fuck me hard," I whispered. Still holding my gaze at such proximity,
Brandon began to pump his ass. His cock slipped in and out of me swiftly. I
moaned, unable to keep staring into his piercingly beautiful blue eyes, I
closed mine and groaned in ecstasy. Brandon brought his lips down to me,
first brushing my lips but moving down to my neck, kissing and sucking away
at my skin, breathing heavily where he had already touched raising
goosebumps on the patches of skin that were wet with sweat or saliva. Due
to the excessive lubrication of my ass from both his and Chris's fucks that
day, and from Coach's the previous night, Brandon fucked me until right
before Chris came. He didn't come once, but drove me to ejaculate three
times without even touching my cock.

The third time I came, I was on my stomach with my ass up in the
air. Brandon was kneeling behind me thrusting his hips front and back,
pushing and pulling my asshole with his cock. As I shot, he felt my ass
clench and grip his cock in a way it did before he fucked all the tightness
out of it, and he came inside me. As he came, he dropped onto me, his
weight pressing down against my back. I collapsed as well, letting my ass
fall and pressing my cock against the mattress beneath me. That was how
Chris found us. Gasping for air, me hidden in the folds of the sheets with
Brandon above me, shielding me from view with his back and ass shining with
a coat of sweat in the afternoon sun.

Brandon glanced at Chris standing in the doorway with his cock tenting his
pants, his shirt already coming over his head and dropping to the floor. He
rolled off of me, his flaccid cock flopping from side to side on his upper
thighs, his stomach still heaving as he gasped for air. Chris was already
naked and on top of me, his cock sliding into my worn asshole.

I couldn't believe my luck. A year or two before, I was just a horny kid
jerking off and fingering his own asshole. Now, I was getting fucked by two
of what I considered to be the hottest guys on campus, and taking it up the
ass by one of the hottest teachers as well. Even the thought of Coach's
cock made my ass pucker while Chris's cock began to saw through my
asshole. Brandon's semen lubricated Chris's cock, paving my asshole with
its salty wetness, making a mess of our pubic hair.

Chris's lips descended and touched my neck, sucking gently, his hands
holding mine in place as Brandon watched enviously, stroking his flaccid
cock and tugging at his heavy balls. Chris's lips moved to the other side
of my neck, leaving a wet mark where they had been previously. Goosebumps
rose where his saliva marked my skin. One of his hands reached beneath me
and groped my cock, inciting my cock into an erection. Chris continued to
caress me, to kiss me, and to make love to me as if I were his
boyfriend. Brandon moved nearer to my head and positioned his cock within
reach of my mouth. He reached down, and guided my chin so that he could
slide his cock in between my lips.

Chris watched me suck Brandon's cock while he continued to pump his cock in
my ass. Brandon's balls were hitting my chin as I bobbed my head up and
down the length of his cock. Whenever I tried to take the length of his
cock in my mouth, Brandon reached up and pressed my head down further,
edging his cock deeper and deeper on my throat making me gag and causing my
eyes to well with tears and snot to run down the sides of my mouth. Within
minutes, my face was as sticky of a mess as my ass; rather than saliva and
semen, my face was covered with saliva and spit, which lubricated Brandon's
cock just as easily as his saliva and semen lubricated Chris's.

The sounds of my attempts to swallow Brandon's cock and the sounds of Chris
ferociously fucking my ass was enough to keep all three of us fully erect
without any further stimulation. Since my mouth was working over Brandon's
cock and my ass was working over Chris's, they both came quickly, flooding
me from either end with semen. Neither stopped fucking me, however, despite
their ejaculations, both boys continued to ravish my body, throat and
ass. After a moment, through some unspoken signal that I missed, they
decided to switch places.

I could taste Brandon's and Chris's semen on Chris's cock. Brandon's semen
tended to be slightly more watery, but he usually came in lesser
quantities. Chris's semen was thick and a vivid white, he came so much that
it leaked out of my ass even while he was coming. Both types of semen clung
to his cock as he slid it into my mouth and rubbed his messy pubes against
my snotty face. Brandon remained kneeling behind me with my legs spread
wide apart. He was ramming his cock into my ass, but apart from his hands
that gripped me, his thighs that held my legs apart, and his cock that was
thrashing my asshole, there was no more physical contact than that. It felt
as if he were trying to touch me as little as possible while using my ass
as a dump for his cum.

Brandon and Chris continued to switch off fucking my face and fucking my
ass for a few more hours. They both came several more times. Some of the
time, both of them were so exhausted from fucking and couldn't regain
erections, so they lied beside each other with me in between them sucking
their cocks, trying to raise some sort of reaction from their cocks. We
washed up and got dressed before Chris's parents came home. I headed home
before my parents came home and quickly finished my homework and started to
study.

I prepared some dinner and set it out for my parents before going back
upstairs to study until they fell asleep.  When they got home, it was
pretty late. I greeted them as I went out, under the pretense of working
out, knowing that they would knock out fairly quickly. I jogged off down
the neighborhood towards Coach's house.


Coach knew that he wasn't the only person fucking my ass. He could feel it
whenever he fucked me. His cock was much larger than Brandon's or Chris's,
so my ass was still tight around his cock, but from the silkiness and
swelling of my asshole, he was able to judge the severity with which my ass
took "punishment," even if he didn't know the number of partners I had or
the number of times I got fucked.

After fucking and coming in my ass once, Coach spent a lot of time kissing
and sucking my asshole. His tongue flitted from cheek to cheek, dipping
down on occasion and slipping inside my anus to taste the loads of semen
that resided within. His lips brushed, kissed, and he sucked, leaving marks
all across my bare ass and thighs, signs of his passion for my ass. At one
point, he slid two fingers into my hole and spread it apart and peered
inside before rising and sliding his cock back into me to fuck me again.

The contrast between Coach and my friends was drastic. Coach was fully
grown, covered in hair, he had muscles that were fully developed and a cock
that matched. He had a strength that neither Chris nor Brandon had, despite
any time that they might spend in the gym. It was a man's strength. A power
or drive that resided in Coach despite the fact that he might have more fat
on him than either of my friends, which wasn't saying much since none of
them had much fat at all. Coach's hands were rough and calloused, but they
were always gentle. He hardly ever gripped me tightly or painfully, yet he
was always firm. If he held me, I would never be able to escape his
embrace, even if I wanted to.

Coach could fuck me hard but gently, passionately yet restrained. It had
the way to do with his body, how he could move his entire self against me,
rubbing and resting, pressing as much of himself as he could on to me. He
embraced me, and touched me as much as possible with as much skin that both
he and I possessed. Chris was learning to make love like Coach, and Brandon
showed promise when we were alone, but neither of them could make my cock
throb by merely lying on top of me the way that Coach could.

Coach loved the contrast between our bodies. My body still retained its
prepubescent appearance because of its petite form, and the fact that Coach
shaved me whenever my body hair started to grow in. He showed me workouts
that I could do that would keep my muscles tight, my limbs wiry, and my
frame tight. Even as he fucked me and held me down, he'd find a way to let
one of his hands rub and touch my body constantly, massaging my muscles and
feeling over every inch of me.

Coach's cock ejaculated and unloaded his semen into me, breeding my asshole
as if it were a vagina. Coach didn't pull out, but kept himself inside me,
his breathing slow and heavy as he drifted off to sleep. The weight of his
body inside me, the feeling of his flaccid cock wedged in between my butt
cheeks and lodged in my asshole, the beating of his chest and consistent
expanding and shrinking of his chest lulled me to sleep as well.

I woke up early the next morning before Coach and headed home. I washed up
quickly and got dressed. It was the weekend, but for my parents' sake, I
put on the facade of studying. They headed off to work or church, and I
waited a few minutes before Coach pulled up our driveway. I ran downstairs
and jumped into his car, grinning. This was our first date since I started
hooking up with him. Coach was only beginning to feel comfortable being
seen with me in public because despite his efforts to make me appear
childish, I had begun my man's growth. I could pass off as a young looking
Korean adult if I wanted. White people would hardly be able to tell my age
accurately. Coach was taking me out of town so that nobody from the staff
at school would see us.

Coach drove me to a town by the ocean. We walked around a shopping plaza,
Coach and I both wore tank tops and swim shorts that accentuated the forms
of our bodies. We caught a lot of glances, both from men and women,
partially because we were openly holding each others' hands or wrapping our
arms around each other. In one particular store, Coach and I tried on some
clothes. Coach followed me into the dressing room. As soon as I lowered my
trunks, Coach pulled my body up against his and started to kiss me. My cock
pressed up against Coach's bulge inside his shorts. His hands dropped down
and squeezed my butt cheeks. Smiling, I turned around and slipped on the
pants I was trying. It was a pair of form-fitting jeans that was
practically skin tight. Coach rubbed my cock through the jeans, grinding
into my ass. A dark spot began to form on the front of my jeans where my
cock was leaking semen. I pulled off the jeans quickly. Coach flipped me
around, pulled my cock into his mouth and quickly swallowed the load that
shot out of me. I sucked Coach's cock until he came too. We waited a bit
for Coach's cock to grow more flaccid before we left the dressing room.

We went down to the beach through a path that I didn't notice until Coach
led me through it. As soon as we got there, Coach began stripping off
everything, shocking me. I glanced around and noticed for the first time
that it was a nude beach. I stripped too, feeling self-conscious. Most of
the men there were much larger than me even though they were flaccid. Coach
stashed our clothes among some rocks and led me into the warm
water. Cavorting with Coach in the water, as un-sexual as it may have been
under normal circumstances turned me on immediately with several of the
naked men watching us. Coach, noticing my extended member, quickly led me
back to our spot beside the rocks that somewhat shielded us from view.

Coach sat in the sand and pulled me down on his lap. His cock, which was
flaccid, immediately gained rigidity as it pressed up against my ass, but
neither of us made a move to insert it into my hole. Coach wrapped his arms
around me, enveloping me in warmth. There was warmth from Coach's body,
warmth from the sand, and warmth from the sun. We sat there for awhile,
taking a few dips in the water, but we always returned to the same spot and
resumed the same position. When the sun began to set, we were swimming
about in the water. Coach caught me and brought me to the shore. Coach laid
me on the wet sand, shallow waves broke over our bodies, the setting sun
still warm enough to contrast the coolness of the water and sand. Coach
laid on top of me, his legs swiftly spread my legs apart and exposed my
hole. Coach spit into his hand and rubbed it into my hole. He inserted his
cock into me. He began to fuck me. There were still a few men around lying
about on the sand, too far to make out faces, but they watched.

Coach took his time to fuck me. The sand was gritty and uncomfortable as it
clung to our bodies only to wash away every time a wave came in and broke
over us. Coach stared into my face and kissed me. He brushed strands of
hair off of my face, his hand, extremely gentle as it caressed my cheek. I
reached up and pulled at Coach's back, pulling his hips in closer, forcing
his cock deeper into my asshole. I glanced back at some of the men, a few
of whom moved closer, yet still far enough to be unable to discern any
details, apart from the fact that they now had erections.

As the sun set, the water grew more and more chilly, the sun's warmth no
longer as effective as it was earlier. Coach fucked me harder, an attempt
to keep us warm and to finish and cum inside me more quickly. When Coach
came, he picked me up, his cock still lodged inside my ass, and carried me
back to our clothes. Each step coach took dislodged a bit of semen causing
it to seep out of me, drip down his balls, and fall onto the sand; a trail
of bread crumbs made from semen. Coach sat back down, his cock still deep
in my bowels. He pulled a towel up around me and wrapped us tightly. He
leaned back and lied against the rocks that were still warm. I pressed my
body against Coach's and savored the shared body heat. Coach pulled me off
his cock and let me rest at his side.

"Look," he said, gesturing at the stars.

"It's beautiful," I whispered back, my lips pressed against the side of his
pectoral. His hand ran down my back, I sucked on his nipple. "Coach, are
you okay with doing this with me?"

"What? Watching the stars?"

"Noo. Sleeping with me. Going places with me. Dating me. If you get caught,
you could get fired. You could go to prison."

"I'm okay with this as long as you are," he said, somewhat resignedly.

"What?"

"Nothing," he said, looking at the horizon that still glowed from the sun
that was far beyond sight. I got up and climbed back on top of him,
blocking his view of the horizon and the stars.

"What?" I asked persistently. Coach smiled. The smile didn't really reach
his eyes.

"I'm just a bit sad. I don't think you'll want to do this much longer with
me."

"What makes you say that?"

"I'm much older than you, and I'm also not the only person who gets to fuck
you."

"Do you want us to be exclusive?" I put my hands on either side of Coach's
face and held it, forcing him to meet my gaze.

"I don't want to force you to do anything, not when I get to do so much
with you. I don't want to restrict you in any way when it's not likely I'll
get to spend much more time with you."

"How long did you feel like this?"

"Since the first time you cornered me in my office and offered to suck my
dick," Coach said; his voice was husky. I kissed him.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"You were too good to be true. You're intelligent for your age, you were
fun in my class, you're hot as hell, and you wanted me. I didn't know if it
was going to last or if I was just a fling. If you wanted to use me, I
wanted to let you."

"I will."

"Will what?"

"I'll be exclusive with you."

"Seriously?" I nodded and kissed him.

"What about the other guys you're sleeping with?"

"I'll explain. They'll understand." Coach grinned and kissed me back. We
made out a bit more until we could barely see each other, even as close as
we were to each other.

"We better get going," Coach said, his lips still touching mine. "We don't
want to arouse suspicion if we want to keep this going." I grunted, not
letting my lips part from his.

I fell asleep on the ride home. Coach stopped halfway home at a fast food
joint. We ate in the car. Before we started driving again, I gave Coach a
blow job. Coach dropped me off a few blocks from home. I jogged the rest of
the way back to build up a sweat.

I went straight to bed, worn out from our day. My last thought was how I
would tell Chris and Brandon.