"Coach" By Chris Newman This is a fantasy I wrote my senior year in college. I was on the verge of coming out at the time, so I had started to pick up on gay slang and finally had the guts to use first person. But I had still never had sex before, and my desperation to try it reflected in my fantasies. -- I was in the dressing room before the first football practice. I wore only a white tank-top, tight Levis, and loafers. I listened excitedly as the coach announced to a room full of handsome young football players what was going to happen. The coach pulled me forward, and asked one of the more popular players to step forward. He explained that his players were animals, and needed to satisfy their animal desires. The coach then ordered the football player to remove my shirt. The players started to guess what was going to happen and became restless. The coach asked if anyone wanted to be removed from the team, and they all shut up. The brawny player removed my tank-top as directed, and I enjoyed the feeling of his hands on my chest. The coach then told another strong player to remove my pants. This football player seemed really uncomfortable, but went over to me, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled them to the ground leaving my penis bare. The coach pushed me over to a mat and I got on my hands and knees on the mat. The coach then pulled forward another burly team member, and told him to fuck me. I was getting really excited just thinking of one of their penises entering my rear. The player, however, immediately refused to my dismay. The coach explained that they were all his animals, and had to do things his way or be kicked off the team. One of the players called Pete tried to slip out the door, but the coach ordered some other players to stop him, and remove his clothes too. Now there were two of us naked men on the mat on our hands and knees, so the coach told the burly player to fuck whichever one he wanted to. The burly player slowly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to reveal a completely limp penis. The coach told him to get it hard immediately, so the player rubbed it possessively until it was hard. The player then settled behind me and slipped his dick into my pre-greased ass. I enjoyed the feeling of his rock hard penis sliding inside of me, and only wished that the man had removed his shirt so I could feel his bare chest against my back. I felt the weight of the man on my back, however, as the man's powerful pelvis began thrusting against my ass. I loved the feel of the burly player above me, fucking me doggie-style, even though the youth really didn't want to do this. Meanwhile, the coach ordered another player to fuck Pete. The young men in the room seemed to be coming to terms with what they had to do, and were glad that they were the fuckers instead of the receivers. Enthralled with passion, I noticed another player climb on Pete next to me, and heard the moan of displeasure as a penis entered Pete's rear for the first time in his life. The made me more excited, and more of my attention focused on the sliding of the rock hard member in my body. After a short while, the burly player on top of me finally managed to reach orgasm. The muscular man went limp on my back, as I felt his penis in my rear expelling white fluid deep into my body. Then the player, now one of the coach's animals pulled out as fast as possible, and pulled up his pants, disgusted with what he had just done. At least I was happy to hold his semen in my rear. The coach patted the burly player on the back, and told him to get dressed for football since he was a full fledged animal. The coach then ordered another player to climb on me, and this one already had a good stiff boner. I felt the penis slide in along the path already wet from the semen of the previous user. I noticed Pete next to me crying as the one doing him finished the job, and stood up. The coach sent the latter off to get changed, and pulled the former to his feet. I felt sorry for Pete, and the feeling damped my sexual excitement a bit. The coach told Pete to never leave without permission again, then told him that he had to fuck me next to find out what it's like from the other side, and get out his animal passions. After the player riding me finished and released his load into my butt, the coach pushed Pete on top of me. I felt Pete's wonderfully muscular bare chest against my back, and his limp penis resting against my butt. He rubbed his penis emotionlessly until it was hard, and it easily slipped in my semen filled hole. I felt him rest his chest on my back and wrap his large hands around my chest as he began to thrust in and out. He seemed to be treating me like an object, but I understood his need. Despite his mood, I enjoyed the feeling of his large penis sliding in and out, and the warmth of his body pressed against mine. I felt his orgasm shoot even more fluid into my body, and was relieved that Pete had a slight smile on his face when he stood up, his penis dripping semen, and walked to his locker to change. After that, I enjoyed the entrance, thrusting, and completion of each and every penis. I was enthralled with the feel of my rear filling with semen, becoming more and more lubricated. Towards the end of the team, the men were pulling out their penises almost completely covered with blobs of semen. I felt exhausted as the last player pulled out his penis and started to get dressed in his football clothing. I enjoyed watching the team go out on the field, knowing that each man out there in those sexy clothes had deposited in my rear. I went over and took a shower, washing off the sweat and smell of the players, and letting the semen drip from my rear. When I finished my shower and dried off, I put on my tank-top and Levis, and waited excitedly for the players to return. I was refreshed and ready two hours later when they returned. The players came in hot and sweaty from the practice. The coach had them line up in full gear in front of the showers. The coach told them that they had done a good job and shouldn't have to undress themselves. I felt my penis jump with excitement under my pants at this announcement. I went up to the first player, a six foot high wonderfully sexy jock, and removed his helmet. His face was very handsome, and a little red from the exertion of his practice. His hair was golden blond, and his eyes were a soft shade of blue. I knelt down before him, and unlaced his dirty shoes. I grasped his powerful calf muscle, and lifted his leg so I could remove his cleated shoe and dirty sock. I repeated this with his other leg. Then I stood up again, and reached my hands under his mesh jersey, to unclasp his broad shoulder pads. I could feel the heat emanating from his sexy body as my hands rubbed against his shirt. As I lifted his bulky shoulder pads off his head, I saw the wonderful shape of his biceps and torso. I set the shoulder pads down next to his shoes, and looked at his grey football shirt. There were circles of wetness around his underarms, and his chest had a sexy V of sweat. I put my hands on his powerful bulging shoulders, feeling the results of hours lifting weights, and slid my hands down his wonderfully muscular arms. When I reached the bottom, I grasped the base of his shirt, pulling it out from his football pants, and lifted it off his body. I could smell his sexy body odor easily, which was at a perfectly pleasant level. His chest gleamed with sweat from his exertion. I put my hands in his underarms, to feel the wetness and soft hair hidden below his muscular shoulders. I gazed at the enticing V-shape of the upper torso between my hands. I rubbed the sensual underarm wetness across his firm pectoral muscles, stimulating his dark brown nipples, and meet the wetness at the center of his broad chest. I saw pleasure in his eyes as I stroked down his chest, and enjoyed touching his perfectly formed washboard abdominal muscles. My hands came to rest at his bulging crotch, covered with football gear, which I gave a small squeeze, feeling a rock hard boner hidden between the legs of this golden hunk. I knelt down and tugged his football belt apart, slowly unlacing his pants. I looked up past his powerful chest, and saw him looking down suggestively at me. I pulled the pants apart at the top, feeling the fabric tight against his muscular legs. I felt down his rippled thigh pads, and pulled at his knee pads to bring the pants down. There were splotches of dirt on his supple calf muscles, and on the white pants. With his help, I managed to get the pants off his legs, and threw them in the pile with the rest of his clothes. Then I focused back on the important part. I placed my hands against the back of his football underwear, feeling his butt pad protecting his rear. I moved my hands around his side, feeling the tightness of his side pads pressing against his body. I undid the lace holding up these, and slid them down his sensual legs, and tossed them in the pile. Now all that was left was his damp, sweaty jock strap. I could see the outline of his boner pressing against the strap, trying to spring forward. I looked up into his face, seeing him watching me intently, then I grasped the top of the strap, pulled it down around the bulge of his erect penis and the gentle curve of his rear, and slid the wet strap off his legs. Now he was completely exposed before me, with his penis sticking forward expectantly. I put my hands on the inside of his calves, and slowly stroked up, enjoying the feel of his lightly hairy legs and powerful muscles. My hands passed along his inner thighs, and came to rest on his pubic hair which was very wet and sweaty from his workout. I felt his virile balls in my hands, and looked up to see him close his eyes with excitement. I leaned forward, opened my mouth wide, and closed it gently around his hot penis. I could feel the warm stick throbbing in my mouth as I spread saliva all over it with my tongue, then began to gently rub my wet tongue against the sensitive underside. I let the smooth head of his penis slide against the roof of my mouth, and pulsed my lips against his sexual member. I continued to stimulate his scrotum and butt as my hands explored all around his genitals. In almost no time I was able to bring him to a stunning orgasm, releasing a mouthful of lumpy semen which I swallowed happily. I took my mouth away, letting his wet penis fall slowly between his legs, and watched him head to the showers behind me with a very satisfied look on his face. The next man came forward already smiling. He was a little shorter, and slightly chubby, but almost anyone wearing football pads would have turned me on at that point. I quickly got to work and continued servicing each man in line with similar enthusiasm. Pete was at the end of the line of youths. He looked a little nervous, so after I took off his shoes, shoulder pads, and shirt, I put some extra effort into making him feel more comfortable. I spent a minute simply stroking the round well-formed muscles of his upper body. He seemed to find this quite pleasing, for I could feel his body relax after a short time. As I felt the exciting shape of his broad pecs, I could resist no longer, so I leaned forward, and began to suck on his right nipple. I took the nipple into my mouth, and generated a vacuum to suck the sensitive tip further in. I rubbed my tongue in gentle circles around the tip. With my head so close to this sexy man's chest, I could hear and feel his breathing become more rapid. I found it very exciting to have this powerful chest so close to me. When I withdrew my mouth, his nipple was wet and hard and it glimmered in the light. I knelt before Pete, stroking my hands down the side of his torso, then down the side of his padded football pants. I stroked his rippled thigh pads, then stroked across his genitals to the belt. I pulled the fabric belt out of the two metal rings that held it together, and removed the knot at the top of the laces. I pulled the outer football pants off, and stroked my hands along his supple legs, feeling Pete's flesh shiver delightfully at the touch. I removed his football underwear, leaving just his sweaty jock strap hiding his crotch. Pete stopped me at this point, put his hands on my bare shoulders, and pulled me up to face him. Feeling the power in his grasp made me more excited. Pete told me he didn't want his penis involved, and that he wanted to be fucked properly. I was happy to oblige. First, I knelt behind Pete, put my hands on the two elastic straps on the sides of his buttocks, and moved my tongue into position. I pressed my face against his crack, pushing my mouth forward towards his hole. His butt was delightfully sweaty as I stuck my tongue out, and began to lick the area around his hole. I tasted the salty sweat mixed with the slight musk scent, as my tongue slid over the slightly hairy flesh around his hole. I moved my hands around to the front of his torso, placing them on either side of his bulge, and pulled my face in closer. I forced my tongue through the tight hole, and began to feel the soft tissues hidden inside Pete's muscular physique. I delved deeper and deeper, and felt his hole open and relax under the stimulation. I made sure that I spread saliva as deep inside this handsome youth as possible. Finally I felt that his body was ready. I stood up before Pete, who was shivering with virile energy, and stroked my hands across his pecs, over his shoulders, and down his muscular arms to his hands. I placed his hands on the top of my jeans, and Pete pulled them apart eagerly, gladly revealing my rigid penis. I walked around behind Pete, placed the tip of my penis on his hole, wrapped my hands around his sensual upper torso, and gently pressed my boner against his waiting orifice. Slowly, I felt his tight ass give way. With some additional pressure, I managed to get the tip of my penis just inside the hole. Prolonging the moment of pleasure as long as I could, I slid my penis inside Pete as slowly as I could. I felt Pete quiver with excitement against my body, as I put my arms under his arms, around his chest, and grabbed his bulging deltoids. My nipples went hard under my tank top as I slipped my penis out a little bit, then drove it in again. I steadied Pete and myself with an ever increasing grip around his breathtaking upper body, and I drove my member out and in again, my open jeans rubbing against Pete's bare ass. As I slid it gently out a bit, then roughly in, I speeded up the pace, savoring the feeling of part of my body inside Pete's rear. I began to thrust more violently, out, in, out, in, grasping against Pete's erotic chest, feeling his breath move in his body as we became closer. I could feel his body heating up again, the new sweat mixing with that from his football workout, running down his smooth skin, causing it to gleam in the light and feel wet to the touch. Out, in, out, in, I slid my hands down his body, feeling the sensuous texture of his washboard abs, his wonderful flesh, covered only by the elastic pouch of his jock strap. My hands came to rest on his inner thighs. I pulled his ass hard against my crotch, driving my dick as deep inside as I possibly could. My excitement was increasing with leaps and bounds. The flesh all over my member was tingling as it slid along its well lubricated path in Pete's body. I felt the semen building up in my scrotum, working its way towards its desired destination inside Pete's butt. Our bodies rubbed excitedly against each other, bringing my climax closer and closer. Out, in, out, and with one final inward thrust, one final pulling of Pete's butt against my crotch, the orgasm hit. I felt a wash of pleasure as my muscles tensed and relaxed against Pete's, and my penis jumped into action. I felt the semen moving inside my penis each time my crotch tensed and released. I could feel the sperm flowing out of my penis with the most exciting ejaculation I ever had. I felt Pete grasp my butt, and pull my crotch against his butt, so I would release deeper in his body, and so I wouldn't fall as my muscles began to relax. I threw one arm under his arm and across his broad chest, and one over his shoulder, and steadied myself as the last pulses of semen were delivered inside him. I leaned against Pete's bulging muscles and firm flesh, panting my breath back after the ultimate excitement of sex. I felt my penis slowly grow limp, and pull its way out of Pete's ass. Pete grabbed my arm around my biceps, and pulled me to his front. He pulled my body against his, and pressed his lips against mine. I felt his tongue enter my mouth, and I met it with my tongue, and we shared our sexual excitement through a wonderful french kiss. I could feel his bare chest pressing against my hot sweaty tank top, and his jock strap pressing against my bare member. As I kissed, I moved my hands around the contours of his V-shaped torso. My hands slid down his smooth wet skin to his narrow waist, over the elastic waistband of his jock, and to his butt. I could feel the wetness around his hole where my semen was slowly dripping out. I moved my hands around to the front, lifted up the mesh support on the sides, and tried to stroke Pete's penis and scrotum. Suddenly, Pete broke the kiss, grabbed my hands and pulled them away. He looked at me with a strange look in his eyes then walked into the group showers. The coach came over from where he was watching, and put his hands on my bare shoulders. "He'll come around," the coach told me kindly, and then added, "I'll expect you back tomorrow." I went home that night and had dreams about sex with Pete. I couldn't wait for the next day.