Date: Tue, 31 Aug 2010 17:52:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Billy Jay Dee
Subject: Coach Espinoza

Coach Espinoza Part I

By Billy Jay Dee

My classmates, our junior year, saw me as a tall bean-pole with brown hair,
a toothy-grin and horn-rimmed glasses. Few saw the muscle added to my
scrawny frame by the miles hiked with the scouts that year in preparation
for our Grand Canyon hike.  Working at the nursery with all the heavy
lifting that entailed helped build a sturdy frame, too.  Even fewer knew
about my scouting experiences in our tents at night and about what happen
after hours at the landscaping nursery.

Girls still mystified me.  Tony didn't.  I liked Tony.  Tony was a senior
and handsome in a classical way.  (I've always had a thing for Greek gods.)
He and I shared a physical education class.

I'd time it so I could follow him into the showers at the end of class.
We'd strike up a conversation. Then dripping wet and naked returned to our
respective lockers. I dressed hurriedly and then continued my conversation
with Tony at his locker.  Tony dried off by standing on the bench in front
of his locker, so everyone could see his stocky muscular body, his smooth
skin, just forming chest hair, his long brown limbs, that handsome almost
herculean face and short, curly black hair.  His soft black pubic hair
framed a thick placid cock.  Tony definitely enjoyed people watching him.
My toothy grin gave me away.  I enjoyed watching him.  So did Coach
Espinoza.

Coach stood 5'10", with a balding head, stocky frame and brown skin.  He'd
joined our conversation and with a smile joined me in my admiration of
Tony.  His left hand ended up on my right shoulder as we all talked.  About
the third day, coach said something to Tony in Spanish.  Then with a
squeeze of my shoulder referred to me as Tony's "little shower buddy".

 Tony's handsome face screwed up quizzically. That's the day we discovered
Tony was Italian.  Coach Espinoza smiled as he gazed at me looking upward
in admiration of Tony and to Tony delighted to exhibit his handsome body
for me.

"I gotta go talk with Coach Brown.  Talk to you boys tomorrow."

Coach Espinoza wandered through the locker room full of half-naked
dawdlers, now dressing quickly before they were late for class.  Coach
Brown sat in the office, keeping an eye on the locker room through the
window while he spoke to someone on the phone.  He leaned way back in his
chair with his tennis shoes on the desk.  This stretched his long muscular
frame out even more.

He was young even though he was the head coach.  His hair was black and
fashionably shaggy for that period, with an equally bushy moustache.  His
skin was tan as proven by his sheer tank top and fashionable short, white
shorts.  Clearly his dick was hard.  He talked with his fiancée.  He did
that a lot.  As Espinoza entered the office, he closed the glass door
behind him and gazed at Coach Brown's hard-on.  None of us noticed because
we hurried to class.

The next day, after the coaches spoke privately, Coach Espinoza asked Tony
and me to stop by after school and help move some equipment.  We said
"Sure!" obviously.  I waited for Tony to get out of his class and we walked
over to the gym.  When we entered the boy's locker room, Coach Espinoza
seemed to be pacing the floor in expectation of our arrival.  He was naked.
Our eyes went unbidden to his semi-hard sizeable brown cock.  He dabbed at
his wet hairless Hispanic body with a large rough white towel.

"Coach Brown is expecting you in the office.  I'll be there in a minute."

We could see him through the office window, on the phone with his honey as
usual.  With a hearty smile he waved us over.  Coach Espinoza went to do
something behind us.  In retrospect, he locked the last unlocked door into
the boy's locker room.  I let my hero Tony lead the way into the little
square office.  He stopped dead in his tracks and I enjoyed running into
his back side.  Coach Brown wasn't wearing anything but his tank top.  He
sat upright on his desk chair with his knees flung wide and his long balls
lying in the seat in front of him.  His longer cock encouraged by the voice
on the phone stood straight up.  I could feel Coach Espinoza's hot naked
body up close behind me.  I could feel something probing the denim of my
Levi's.

 I don't know what Coach Brown said.  Something glib about discussing the
changes in our young bodies.  Tony needed no excuse to get naked as coach
suggested.  I would do whatever my hero Tony did.  Coach Brown patted the
remarkable clean desktop for us to plant our rip bare asses on.

Tony glowed in the light of all our admiring expressions.  I'm pretty sure
my six inch rod was wickedly rigid, but I busily ogled my idol, staring at
Coach Brown's erection and being shocked at how casually Coach Espinoza
stroked his thick brown cock in front of us. Coach Espinoza seemed to enjoy
masturbating in front of me. He eventually took my right hand and
encouraged me to start stroking myself.  Coach Brown continued to rattle on
about something.  Eventually, he pushed Tony's shoulder back against the
wall and encouraged him to start masturbating.  Tony used his left hand.
He loved letting everyone watch.  I saw Coach Brown wink at Coach Espinoza.

"Tony you know what really feels good?" Coach Brown asked as Espinoza moved
to his side of the room.

Tony just smiled at coach in response.

"A blow job."

The two most beautiful men in the room, Tony and Coach Brown, both turned
and looked at me.  I froze in mid-stroke. My erection intended to make a
big embarrassing mess right there in the office.  I didn't know what to say
or do.  " You like Tony don't you, Dave?  Why don't you help him out a
little?"

"Like this hijo. Like this son," Coach Espinoza said as he knelt totally
naked between Coach Brown's knees.

Tony's lovely eyes and smooth right hand, urged me to the same position
before him.  Everyone's eyes lay upon me as I complied.  I looked to Coach
Espinoza.  He began licking the long white cock in front of his brown face.
He kept his clear brown eyes on me the whole time.  Coach Brown moaned with
pleasure. His eyes closed.  I turned to Tony's now solid cock as though
kneeling before a stone idol.  He slid his ass closer to the edge of the
desk.  His hands upon my shoulders pulled my mouth closer to his leaky pee
hole.  I could feel someone else's hand urging me on. Didn't have to tell
me twice!

I pressed his solid muscular thighs even further apart with my open hands
and then planted them on the desk top.  I rose a little off my knees so I
could put my entire mouth over the top of his cock.  He gasped.  I heard
mumbled admiration coming from behind me in Spanish.  Tony's cock looked
about eight inches and thick.  I took a good portion of it into my mouth
and, moving my head up and down, sucking with my lips as I did so.

Coach Brown moaned louder. Someone fondled my ass. Tony's left hand lay
gently in my brown hair, falling and rising with my head.  I glanced up
once.  Either he delighted in the coaches going at it behind us or else he
basked in the glory of their admiration for the show we put on.  I think
this is the first time I sucked cock with an audience.

Coach Brown's voice grew loud in appreciation.  I couldn't tell by his
breathing if Tony grew close to a climax, but his hand began aiding with
the down stroke of my head.  A slick hand reached for my solid member and
began stroking me.  Tony began holding my head still as though he wanted to
prolong the show.  Eventually he quietly let loose.  He shot so far back in
my throat that I couldn't even taste him.

My jerker did such a good job that I stayed still with Tony's still thick
deflating cock in my mouth until I finally made that promised embarrassing
mess on the floor.  When I sat back on the cool linoleum, I discovered
Coach Espinoza still staring at me and then alternately, Tony.  Globs of
cum clung to his thighs and black pubic hair.  Coach Brown looking half
asleep continued to ooze little droplets of very white semen.

After the usual extraction of promises and words of warning from the
coaches, we all went our separate ways.  I'd hoped we would do it again.  I
think maybe Tony did something else with Coach Espinoza.  But things got a
little sketchy about then.  Rumor said that the principal wasn't happy with
the coaching staff.  When everyone found out that Coach Brown's fiancée was
a sixteen year old girl, that's when things really got awkward.  Coach
Brown married quickly and resigned his job.  Coach Espinoza announced he
wouldn't be back the next year.  My dad announced we were moving to a
bigger house.  And I fell in love with the girl who sat in the front row of
my English class.

PART II

Elsewhere I wrote about that summer. Summer went quick. Fellow students my
senior year at the brand new high school found me still?scrawny!  All the
guys around me glowed with the bloom of youth and muscles of young manhood.
No girlfriend, horny as hell regardless of the man-to-man I got at work or
with the retiree enroute to work and still not "man" enough to attract the
ladies.

Apparently, this gnawing doubt made itself known to the guy with the gym
locker next to mine.  He was tall and fair, muscular with blonde hair and
come-hither eyes.  In retrospect, he had bedroom eyes because he partied a
lot. He appeared half asleep during school hours and as a stoner was half
buzzed.  His taunts that I could have a body like his if I smoked dope
weren't overly convincing either.

However, I did catch one person's eye: Coach Espinoza!  This was his new
job, he was head coach at the newest school in town.  Of course things were
just crazy for the first couple of months. He'd say "Ola!" in the hallway
and always give me a wink, but that's as far as it got for us in the
chaotic days when everyone tried to fit in and boxes still cluttered all
the back rooms waiting to be unpacked.

Coach now coached the football team.  His assistant was some burly young
blonde with a wrestler's body straight out of college.  Coach Espinoza
seemed real dedicated to working with guys on the football team.  One time
before physical education class, three of the football players begged off
attending the activity of the week, because they are so sore from
two-a-days.  Coach gets us going on a kick ball game and then goes back to
the locker room to check on them.  He never returns.

Apparently, he didn't notice the passage of time.  When we all head to the
showers from the field, we find him in the "massage room" rubbing down all
three of the Hispanic hunks.  All three of them were naked.  They all
seemed really relaxed.  Their brown skin shone from the oil coach used on
their muscular bodies. Their dicks, balls and pubic hair all shined, too!

Coach was under a lot of stress. He grew short-tempered compared to the
previous years. The hot stoner with the locker next to mine was one of the
people who could set him off.  Once when we played volleyball in the gym,
Coach Espinoza discovered the guy missing.

"Dave, go find that asshole," Coach yelled at me.

I did as told by pushing open the locker room door and heading for our
lockers.  There he lay, passed out buck naked on the bench.  His arms and
ankles were crossed.  A nice dick and almost hairless balls lay atop the
white thighs he'd squeezed together to keep from falling off the bench.  I
stood there gazing in wonder for a while.  Did I mention he was tall and
blonde?  I don't know how long I mutely stood there.  Suddenly, I could
feel a hot body up close behind me.  It was coach.

"Try to wake him yet?" he asked after standing there close behind me
staring at the stoner for a while.  I shook my head.  I could feel coach
look around.  "Play with his balls and cock a little.  See if that does
it."

I've got long arms. I easily reached down and rolled his limp rod back and
forth across his abdomen and then to gentle curled my fingers under his
scrotum and hefted his balls.  Nothing.  Coach nodded for me to try again.
I bent my knees a little to get a grip on that white shaft, when heard
someone push open the door behind us.  Coach gave me a shove and started
yelling at the guy.  His voice so startled the stoner and the guy entering
to use the bathroom that no one wondered why I stood there blushing.

Word was all over the school about the stoner who coach found passed out in
the locker room.  I was kind of a celebrity.  After gym the next day all
sorts of guys asked me about it in the locker room.  I could hear the new
coach asking Coach Espinoza, too.  A little locker room and private shower
lay on the other side of their office.  The new guy with the blonde hair
and wrestler's body leaned back on their bench totally naked listening to
coach.  He asked something and Coach Espinoza pointed through the window to
where I stood tall and naked fresh from the shower answering more questions
about the event.

The next day the new coach asked me to stop by after classes and help him
move some of the boxes in the back of the locker room.  You know I said
yes.  To my disappointment, both coaches were fully dressed.  Well Coach
Espinoza was, the new guy wore a tee-shirt and gym shorts.  He actually led
me back to boxes and rolled up wrestling mats.  He didn't turn on the
lights.  He started asking me about the day before.  Apparently, Coach
Espinoza shared a few more details with him.

"How big was his dick?" Embarrassed and worried I mumbled something
vague. He pulled off his shirt and shook out his shorts.  Light blonde fuzz
covered his chest.  He wasn't wearing a jock.  His cock was half erect.

"Was it bigger than this?" he said, lifting the five or six inches of
hardening cock-flesh.

I mumbled something about being unsure.  "Well, take a closer look at
mine," he half joked while easing me into a kneeling position.  I bent and
started sucking on his curved cock.  He made loud appreciative noises.
With his left hand he started feeling up the crack of my ass through my
blue jeans.  His right went immediately to his own ass and as far as I
could tell he pushed his middle finger up his own hole.  We were just
getting into the rhythm of him face fucking me, when we heard footsteps
headed our way.  He pushed me back and whispered "behind the boxes" then
bent to pull up his shorts.

"Psst. You with Dave?" Coach Espinoza whispered in the dark.

He must've seen his assistant all bent over and naked.

"Nay, he was too nervous. I let him go. Just taking care of myself."

There seemed something suggestive in the last sentence.  The younger coach
stood with his right middle finger still working his hole.  Coach Espinoza
stepped closer.  His cock was solid.  He aimed it at the younger man's
asshole and tried to force his finger out of the way.  "Maybe we should hit
the shower like usual."

Once they locked the door to their office and pulled the shower curtain
closed I slipped quietly out the backdoor.  My final semester, I didn't
need a gym class.

Many times since, I wondered about Coach playing with the young man behind
the curtain.