Date: Wed, 9 Oct 2002 18:24:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Byran Johnson <trainerboy999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trainerboy Chapter 1

I was 15 years old, a skinny under developed kid from the wrong part of
town.  My mom worked her butt off to keep a roof over our heads and food on
the table.  The prospects for my future were dim at best.

I had nothing going for me as a freshman in High School.  I couldn't sing,
didn't play an instrument, couldn't act and wasn't good at anything
athletic.  And I was a very average student.

One morning there appeared on the bulletin board a note from the new
football coach, that he was looking for 2 or 3 kids to be "trainers" for
the football team.  I thought "now that's something I can do."  I loved
being around the PE locker room and seeing all the guys with their dicks
hanging out so I decided to apply.  The note said to send a note to Coach
Simpson and he would get a hold of you to come for an interview.

I have to go back a bit.  A friend of my brothers who was gay was a trainer
for the team until he graduated last year. He told my brother all about
taking care of the coach and some of the team members, if you understand
what I mean.  WINK!!

Anyway, a couple of days later, Saturday to be exact, I got a call from the
coach who said for me to come in Monday at 3:00 PM to chat with him. While
I was talking with him I was thinking about having a lot of time with him
alone so I suggested that I come over later this afternoon.  He said that
would be fine so I told him I would be there at 2:00 PM.  He said OK.

Two o'clock as I walked into the dressing room I was so nervous I was about
to throw up.  I knocked on his office door and he said "come in" so I
opened the door and got my first look at Coach Simpson.  He was mid 30's,
black, very big and strong and dressed in gray sweatshirt and warm-ups.  I
couldn't breath, I started getting a hard on just looking at Coach.

I walked over to the desk and put out my hand and said "I'm Byran Johnson
and want to Interview for a trainers job."

He took my hand and smiled at me and shook it. "I'm glad to meet you Byran
Johnson," he said.  "Sit down and let's talk."

I sat in the chair right in front of his desk and he looked at me and
smiled.  "I'm going to ask you only one question in this interview and I'm
going to give you some time to think about it before you answer." "The
question is, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO."  "WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO."

As he asked the question he came out from behind his desk and stood in
front of me leaning back on his desk.  He was only about a foot or so from
me and I could see he had a very interesting bulge growing in his
sweatpants.

I thought for a minute and knew exactly what I wanted to do so when he said
again, "BYRAN, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO," I pointed a finger at his growing
bulge and moved my hand over and started outlining the shape of his cock on
his pants.

"What are you doing," he hollered at me, "what makes you think I'm going to
let you do what you are doing?"

I looked up at him and smiled, "you haven't hit me and haven't told me to
get out." And with that I gripped his cock with my hand thru his warm ups
and started jacking him off.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked as I stroked his hard cock, "what
makes you think I have sex with my students?"

Once again I looked up at him and smiled and said "you haven't hit me or
told me to get out."

I thought it was time for me to take over so I put one hand up behind him
and grabbed his sweatpants and the other hand in the front.  As I started
to pull his pants down his hard cock was only inchs from my face so I took
the head of his cock in my mouth, sweat pants and all and bit down.

"Why are you biting me you little shit head?" damn you do that again and I
will hit you."  I looked up and smiled at him as I pulled his pants down.
There controlled by a jock strap was an immense black cock, my first guess
was 9 inches and verrrry thick.  I used both hands to help his cock escape
from the jockstrap and just stared at it's black hard beauty.

I couldn't breathe, here was the first man cock I had ever had the
opportunity to see, let alone hold and kiss and lick and suck.  Coach was
pushing his cock toward my mouth as he ran his fingers thru my hair and
pulled my head towards him.  I had both hands on his cock, stroking it and
then moving one hand down to hold his ball sack, which seemed so big he had
two apples in it.  Stroking and massaging his cock and balls, I licked his
pre-cum off the tip and pushed my tongue into his cum hole like I was
looking for it's tongue .

`Keep it up Byran, don't stop.  I'm about to fill your mouth with cum.  And
when I do you better not waste a drop.  You will swallow it all. Right!!"

I looked up at him and smiled and said. "I loveeeeee cum and won't waste a
drop."

I could only take about 5 inches of what I found out by actual measurement
later was a 10 inches cock, but I sucked it and ran my tongue around the head
and licked on the tender under part of the head until he held my head
tighter with both hands and tried to push his whole cock into my mouth. The
I felt the first shot of hot sticky cum hit the back of my mouth and then
another and another and another.  I swallowed as fast as I could but
couldn't keep up. A little of his cum ran down my chin and onto the floor.

I kept his cock in my mouth and sucked every drop of cum out and didn't
release it until it was soft.  Coach turned around and sat down behind his
desk and after a little eye contact and smiles, said "Byran, you have a
job."  We'll get together next week and discuss the head trainers job and
what the responsibilities are.  Are you interested."

"God yes I replied, that's what I"m here for.  When do you want to talk
next week?"

"I'll leave a note on the bulleting board Monday telling you when I want
you to come in."

"OK I replied, I'll be there."