Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2012 07:44:20 -0700 (PDT) From: dusty <trapvector@yahoo.com> Subject: ryan-and-hockey-coach This story depicts consenting teens/adults engaging in sexual intercourse which may or may not be legal in your area. The characters contained herein are entirely fictional creations of one adult's mind, and bear no resemblance to any person living or dead. Please respect your local laws. Like this story? Email me at trapvector@yahoo.com and I might write more. Hi, I'm Ryan. I'm 16 years old and a sophomore at Fairwinds High School. I'm tall and kinda slim, and I have brown hair and blue eyes. I play the trumpet, and I have a girlfriend. I'm a straight-A student, and I play hockey. Well, sort of. I'm the backup goalie for the FHS squad, but I think that may change soon, now that I've started fucking my coach. The first time it happened, it was almost an accident. Ever since then, I couldn't stop thinking about all the things Coach Riley did and the ways he made me feel. He seemed like he was really into me, too; although we keep it on the DL at practice and stuff, Coach has been texting me every couple of days this week. Today is Sunday, and I was about to rub one out when I woke up like I usually do. Absently stroking the tip of my seven inch (when erect) uncircumsized dick, I noticed I had a new message from Coach. "Come over today?" My dick immediately stood at attention, and I texted Coach back with slightly shaking hands, "Sure, how about now?" Shit. Now I'm committed. Ten minutes pass. I contemplate masturbation, pulling my foreskin back over the head of my cock when it softens. The tip of my dick is so sensitive that brushing against my sheets makes it hard again, and that kinda makes my foreskin hurt, so I usually put it back once I'm fully aroused. My phone chimes. It's Coach Riley: "See you soon." I hop in the shower and rinse quickly. Coach says he likes the natural smell of a man, so I forgo soap and deodorant but brush my teeth for an extra-long time. (Coach likes to make out.) I throw on a pair of tight briefs under my warmup sweats, grab my gear bag, and head out to my car. "Where are you headed, Ryan?" My mom looks up from her coupon pages. "Hockey practice. Extra drills," I lie. My mom nods and resumes clipping. My hands shake a little and sweat on the steering wheel as I drive across town to Coach's house. He has a pretty big place in the fancy north side of town, on a winding road up a steep hill. My heart is pumping fast, and I'm both apprehensive and excited. We would get in an incredible amount of trouble if anyone found out about me and Coach, especially since nobody really knows that I prefer dicks to pussies. Still, the sex last time was incredible. I get to the door and knock twice, and Coach is already there to answer it. He used to be a football fullback, and he's still in pretty good shape. He's shorter than me, maybe five foot nine inches tall, with blond hair and a beard that's only slightly longer than stubble. He's wearing a bathrobe and gym shorts. I can see a little wet spot on the crotch of the shorts, right near the inseam. "Good morning, Decker," Coach smiles and says, calling me by my last name as is his custom. "Good morning, Coach." I step inside, and Coach Riley steps in, wraps his arms around me, and kisses me. It's very delicate; the tips of our tongues play around each other's and we settle into one another's embrace. Shortly he leads me up to his bedroom. The comforter and decorative pillows are already folded on the floor. Coach closes the bedroom door and we rejoin our embrace, kissing one another a bit more forcefully now. We both have excitement shivers; we can't believe our good luck, that this could even be happening to either of us. Coach strips me down to my briefs, tosses off his robe, and pushes me back on the bed. He plops down next to me and starts playing with my body, tracing the outline of my pecs and abs on my torso with one finger as he kisses my neck. I don't have much body hair, just a little tiny treasure trail under my belly button. His fingers graze my pelvis and my raging dick through the thin cotton of my underwear. I shiver a little and moan, and Coach starts sucking on my left nipple. Coach's hand is now firmly planted on my groin, and my dick feels like it's on fire. He kisses my chest and stomach all the way down to my belly button, and motions for me to help him take off my briefs. For the second time in a week, I am completely nude in front of my hockey coach in a much different context than either of us are accustomed to. I feel a little vulnerable as he eyes me up and down, clearly liking what he sees. My heart is beating so fast and my dick is so hard that the tip is bouncing up and down a bit. Coach Riley takes my throbbing penis in his hand and slowly strokes it from the base to the turtleneck tip of my foreskin, pausing for half a second before slowly stroking down, pulling my foreskin back as far as it seems to comfortably go. A little moan escapes my lips. Coach takes this as the metaphorical puck drop, leans over me, and wraps his lips around the head of my dick. I feel his tongue slip under my foreskin and swirl around the tip of my cockhead. It's so sensitive I arch my back and cry out a little in surprise. The feeling wasn't unpleasant, just very intense. I didn't want him to stop; the best part of having sex with Coach instead of the neighbor kid I used to fool around with or my girlfriend was that he could do all kinds of things to my body that nearly overwhelmed me with pleasure. We got into a 69 position and his amazing cock came into my full view. Coach Riley has an amazing penis. It's about as big as mine but not quite as thick, and it curves up just slightly. He's uncircumsized too, but his foreskin goes back over his dickhead very easily. Consequently, he's not quite as sensitive there as I am. His cock is the perfect thickness and shape to fit in my mouth, and I slip nearly all of his cock into my mouth and begin to wash his cockhead with my tongue. He gets on top of me and goes back to sucking on my cock. He's working the base of my dick with his hand, and still doing that thing with his tongue inside my foreskin. I get nervous that I might cum too quickly, but the rushing feeling subsides a bit. Coach uses his other hand to reach down and press lightly on my hole with one finger. He takes his mouth off my dick for a few seconds and spits in the general vicinity of his finger and myhole. As he returns to giving me an incredible two-stroke blowjob, I feel his finger massaging my sphincter, slowly pushing past it as I relax. (Relaxing isn't easy; I'm filled with anticipation and sexual electricity from Coach's expert manipulation of my private parts.) Someone is moaning softly. I think it's me. Coach's finger slides into me without much warning, and my sphincter immediately clamps down and traps it. I try to relax my butt, and soon Coach has a second finger inside me with the first. He pushes his fingers up inside me, against my prostate gland and changes his technique sucking my cock. I nearly cum on the spot. I can't focus on sucking Coach off properly while he's doing this, so I give my best handjob as he slowly fucks me with two fingers, trying to get me to relax. We change positions. Coach Riley tells me to get up and kneel face-down over the bed. He gets down behind me and I feel him\ exploring my hole some more. Then he uses his tongue. Waves of pleasure crash over me as I clench the sheets in my hands and moan very loudly into the bed. I can feel him trying to push his tongue into my hole, working my sphincter muscle from all directions. A little lube here, a little rimming there. Soon Coach is practically fucking me with his tongue while one hand jacks me off. The sensation is incredible; my entire body feels like it's glowing with sexual gratification. I can't help myself, and I beg him to fuck me. "Please, Coach. Put it in. I can't wait to feel your cock." He stops, and I hear him put on a condom. A bit more lube, and then I feel the crinkled plasticky end of the condom against my opening. His first thrust is a bit off the mark. I grab his sheathed penis and guide it to my butthole. Coach pushes gently, and I feel his cockhead slip into me. He pauses a moment (I'm okay, Coach; better than okay in fact), and then rolls his hips forward so his entire seven inch penis slides easily inside me, deep into my butt. Every hair on my body feels like it's standing on end. Coach pushes his dick as far as he can into me, and fireworks go off in my brain when he hits my prostate again. Slowly, Coach Riley pulls out, and I feel my sphincter begin to close back up around the tip of his cock. Just before his big, thick dick slides completely out, he pushes it back in, arching his back so I can feel every last millimeter of him. I press my butt back against his hips approvingly. I think I can feel the part of his dick that's in his pelvis when he slowly pulls out of me, completely this time, and slips it right back in without using his hands. One hand finds its way to my cock, which until now had been smashed up against the bed, leaking precum into the sheets. Coach Riley's dick completely fills me up; when he pushes as hard as he can it's slightly uncomfortable but still pleasurable, and I moan approvingly as he penetrates me. His cock slips out accidentally a couple of times, and I whimper softly at the sudden empty feeling in my bowels. I turn over onto my back to face Coach Riley. His face and back are dripping with sweat, and he looks at me and smiles. He grabs my ankles and aligns himself for re-insertion. We look into each other's eyes as he goes inside. His face registers a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. I try to look lustful, and it seems to work. Coach sets a faster rhythm this time, and the angle of his penis makes it so when we are face to face it's directly probing my prostate. Where I had been making noises that wouldn't be completely out of place in a gym or locker room, when Coach starts hammering on my gland with his cockhead I cry out like a girl. My voice goes up an entire octave and I can't stop making strange noises. I had never felt anything like this before in my entire life. I had no idea it was even possible to experience this kind of pleasure by letting another dude fuck you in the bum. The pressure on my prostate makes me feel like I'm about to cum, which I'm sure I shout a few times. I don't, though -- the feeling is practically an orgasm without ejaculation, and it lasts for what feels like forever. I desperately want to cum without touching my cock, and I tense up various parts of my body hoping to squeeze just enough pleasure out of this unbelievably pleasurable experience to blow my load all over my belly and make Coach feel like he'd done something great. (He had.) Coach Riley pounds into me, faster and faster. My vocalizations increase in intensity and pitch. My cock is drooling precum all over my belly. There was so much that it had started to collect in my foreskin, making it bulge a little bit. I can't take the pressure any more. I have to cum. I tell Coach as much as I start jacking myself off. He keeps up his pace as I furiously pound on my cock, begging for sweet orgasmic release from this white-hot fire of tingling pleasure. Just before I cum, Coach slows way down and fucks me with long, deep strokes instead. I groan with relief as my butthole grips Coach's cock like a vise and my cock pumps out four spurtsinto my belly button. Despite feeling like my body was going to wrench itself inside out with each orgasmic contraction, my cum barely spurts at all.... almost more like a dribbling faucet of semen. The only thing I can hear is blood rushing in my ears, and the only thing I can feel is everything all at once. Coach mumbles something to himself, slides his penis out of me, and takes off his condom. As he went to finish himself off, I do something that surprises me. "Will you shoot it in my mouth?" Coach nods, and points his dick at my face. I can smell my own sweat on his groin, and it's super arousing. My dick almost gets hard again. Coach takes about four pumps on his cock and ejaculates on my face and into my open mouth. Most of it lands on my tongue and lips, but I get a little on my nose and chin. It isn't that bad of a taste, and I feel like I'm doing something very intimate. I like the taste of Coach's cum better than the taste of my own, even after just having cum. Coach flops onto the bed and rolls over onto his back. We savor the afterglow for what seems like hours but is really only about ten minutes. Coach breaks the silence. "See you at practice on Monday. That was... that was great hustle, Decker."