Date: Sun, 18 May 2008 11:54:58 -0500
From: David Combs <trotterdave49@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Wonder Year: My Sexual Education; Part One--Coach B and I

THE WONDER YEAR: MY SEXUAL EDUCATION
PART ONE---COACH B AND I

Copyright 2008 by D.A. Combs


At my high school you took Driver's Ed. the summer between sophomore and
junior years.  The course was taught by Coach B; he was assistant coach of
varsity teams and head coach of the freshman and sophomore teams.  Coach B
was very hot; the perfect male specimen, broad shouldered, tapering down to
a slim waist. He had dark hair, a very handsome face with white teeth which
showed in his dazzling smiles. He liked my writing in the classroom portion
of the class, telling me that I wrote like a college sophomore.  After the
classroom portion was over, we had to get experience behind the wheel.  So
Coach B would take two or three of us in the Driver's Ed. car and we would
practice our driving.

One day I was alone with Coach in the car because the other guys didn't
show up.  It was a very hot summer in Southern Illinois as usual. Coach was
sweating out his shirt.

He said, "We're kind of early since you did a good job today.  Drive to my
house and I'll give you a tour while I change my shirt before the next
group."

With his directions I drove to his house and pulled into the driveway.  We
went inside. Coach showed me the finished basement, first floor and then
said, "Come on upstairs, I'll show you the bedrooms and change my shirt."

Coach's wife was at work while his two young children were at the baby
sitters'.  I sat on the bed in the master bedroom while Coach stripped off
his shirt, dropped it on the bed beside me and dug in the drawer for a new
one.  Although Coach's back was to me I could see his bare chest in the
mirror of the dresser.  His chest was gorgeous with a thick mat of dark
hair covering it. The hair circled his sexy nipples while trailing down to
the waistband of his slacks.  A few drops of sweat rolled down between his
nipples toward his loins.


Coach caught me looking at him in the mirror and turned around.  Flashing
me one of his killer grins, he said. "What's wrong? Haven't you ever seen a
guy with his shirt off before?"

I froze when I realized I had been caught staring.  As I stammered, forming
an answer, I suddenly noticed that in addition to my awareness of Coach's
beautiful chest, I was exactly at eye level with his crotch.  Suddenly I
was transfixed on the bulge of his package wondering what was under there.
Now, you must understand that I was very shy at that stage of my life.  I
didn't have a lot of friends. Although I had been whacking off since I was
12, I was almost totally ignorant of sex even though I was 16 and would
turn 17 the following October.  I didn't hang with a group of guys who
talked about sex and I didn't have a lot of self confidence.  Of course I
had seen guys with no shirts on around town, driving around with their car
windows down, but I never ran around without my shirt.  I was skinny and
considered myself geeky looking with glasses and ears that stuck out.  I
played no sports at all, I didn't even know how to swim, in fact, I was in
the band!  And though it was the mid 60's, small towns in deep Southern
Illinois knew nothing of being gay except if you even thought about it you
were immediately swept away to the gates of Hell. An exaggeration perhaps,
but you get the picture.

As I continued to stare I gradually became aware that Coach was looking
down at me.  He spoke softly, almost whispering "Do you want to see my
dick?"

I don't know if I stammered "Yes" or if I barely nodded my head or if I did
anything.  I just know Coach undid his belt, unzipped his jeans and dropped
them to his ankles.  There stood Coach in nothing but his jockey shorts.  I
hardly had time to admire the inviting bulge which outlined the Coach's
cock and balls before he shucked his shorts down to his ankles to join his
jeans. I was face to face with his bare dick and balls!  Mesmerized by this
display of male beauty before me, I could only stare silently at his low
hanging balls before me and the cock which hung down over them like a tube
of pleasure. The veins were clearly defined on the foreskin and the head of
his cock was peeping out with the piss slit winking at me like a twinkling
eye.  "Touch it" the Coach breathed.  I was paralyzed.  The coach again, a
bit louder this time, whispered "Touch it."

Slowly I reached out, unable to stop myself yet disbelieving that I could
do it.  It was as though a disembodied me was being controlled by a force
that was as elemental as fire or water.  I cupped the balls gently and let
the cock lay in the palm of my hand.  It felt so right, so natural that I
instantly knew that I was destined to love men for all my life, both
emotionally and physically.  As if some long dormant set of genes had been
turned on to control my behavior, I inexorably moved Coach's cock towards
my mouth.  I moved forward and kissed the head of his cock. In fact I
kissed the whole thing all over. I began to lick it up and down like it was
a lollipop made of hot flesh.  There was pre cum oozing from his piss slit
and my tongue flicked out and licked it up.  It tasted so amazing that I
encircled the whole head with my mouth as Coach gasped.  I swallowed as
much of his cock as I could while I jacked it with my hand, moving up and
down the fleshy tube which was growing longer and harder by the second.  I
had no idea if I was doing it right or if he would laugh at me.  Coach soon
disabused me of that notion.  He gave me instructions in a rough whisper.
"You don't have to swallow it all.  Fold your lips over your teeth, and
suck it like you were sucking a milkshake through a straw.  Swirl your
tongue around the head while you're sucking.  "Yeah, that's it!  Keep
jacking me at the same time."  Soon his breathing became shorter and he
began to moan as he said "I'm about to shoot.  You'd better get off my
dick!"  Well, no way was I going to stop sucking until I had tasted his
cum.  My wish was granted very shortly as his sweet cream flooded my mouth
in spurt after spurt while I tried to swallow as much as I could.  I lost
count of how many times he shot into my hot mouth, but I kept swallowing;
eventually his love juice was running out both sides of my mouth.  Coach
was about ready to collapse against me as he held the back of my head to
his groin while he jetted the final spurts.  He managed to choke out, "Are
you sure you've never done this before?  That was fantastic for a first
time, I never expected you to swallow my cum.  Did you like it?"  I looked
up while I drooled cum with a grin on my face like a possum eating shit and
said "It was the most wonderful thing I've ever tasted, next to chocolate!"
Coach laughed and took his sweaty shirt from the bed and wiped both sides
of my mouth tenderly.

By this time it was quite obvious that I had a big time hard on.  My shorts
were bulging and I was squirming trying to rearrange my package to relieve
the pressure.  Coach shot me one of his killer grins and said "I guess you
did like it!"  He looked at me quizzically and said, "You've never had sex
before?  You've never played around with another guy or gotten a hand job
or blow job from your girlfriend?"  Now most of those terms I was
unfamiliar with except for blow job which I had overheard some guys talking
about in the hallways.  Hell, I was so naïve about sex that when I went to
see "Goldfinger" and the guys in the audience roared when the character of
Pussy Galore was introduced, that I had no idea what was so funny.  I
replied, "I don't have a girlfriend right now and I've never done anything
with a girl except hold hands.  I have never even seen another guy naked
before today and I don't know what a hand job is.  Is what I did with you
called a blow job?"  I was almost sure it was, but I wanted confirmation so
at least I could add one fact to my sexual knowledge.  Coach was
astonished.  "You've never even seen another guy naked?!"  I shyly downcast
my eyes and said, "I'm an only child and I don't have to take P.E. because
I'm in band, so I've never been in a locker room and I've never seen my
father naked."

Coach said "Well, we'll have to take care of some of that right now.  I see
you need something to take care of your hard on.  Stand up."  I stood up
and Coach reached down and pulled my shirt over my head, he unzipped my
shorts and pulled them down, leaving me standing in my undershorts.  He
carefully pulled my undershorts out by the waistband so he wouldn't hurt my
sensitive dick and then pulled them off me.  He said, "Move forward a
little and take this to hold in front of you", handing me his cum soaked
sweaty shirt.  Coach moved around behind me and began moving his hands over
my chest.  Nobody had ever touched me like this before and I felt like my
body was on fire with little pins and needles pricking me all over.  Coach
focused on my nipples, massaging them with the palms of his hands then
gently pulling and tweaking them with his fingers.  I had no idea my
nipples could feel like this. But now I was positive they were directly
wired to my dick.  I thought it wasn't possible for my cock to get any
harder but it did; I thought I would cum immediately.  Coach moved his
hands down my body, taking my stiff prick in his right hand, he began to
jack me off.  He exclaimed in surprise, "You're uncut!"  I wasn't sure what
that meant but he explained about foreskin and how most guys have their
cocks cut. Coach began to move the foreskin up and down my shaft faster and
faster rubbing his thumb around my cock head at the same time.  He nuzzled
my neck kissing me, sticking his tongue in my ear.  I was almost gasping
for air, I thought I was going to black out, but I managed to scream out,
"I'm cumming!!"  The excitement was at fever pitch, I couldn't last any
longer.  Barely able to hold the dirty shirt in front of me, I unloaded gob
after gob of teen cream.  Coach whispered in my ear, "Now that's a hand
job!"

Coach B turned me around when I had regained some equilibrium, looked at me
solemnly and said very seriously, "You are the smartest student in my
class, so I probably don't have to tell you this, but I must stress that
all this is very illegal. You are underage so I could be fired and my
career ruined if any word of this sexual play between us got out.  Your
reputation would be ruined also. This is a small town, you would probably
be sent off somewhere to finish high school or at the very least ostracized
if you stayed. Also the other guys would beat on you `cause they're
ignorant about feelings like ours.

Knowing that if I wanted these wonderful feelings to continue I would have
to keep my mouth shut I said "Of course.  I'm not stupid.  I would never
say anything to jeopardize what happened between us, because I hope it
happens again and again!"  With a big grin Coach said "I knew I could count
on you.  There is much more for you to learn and I have a plan in mind.
Wait until you hear what I have in store!