Date: Fri, 25 Sep 2015 15:08:06 -0500
From: Jason Clarkson <jclarkson36@gmail.com>
Subject: Coach's Cruise Chapter 2

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Coach Clarkson woke from his half hour refreshed.  He felt the dried cum
all in his chest and stomach and smiled.  His dick jumped a bit recalling
the stroke session, and to confirm the intensity, his balls had a
completely drained feeling.

As he stood under the shower head and let the hot water run down his soaped
up body, Coach noticed he still had a desirous itch deep inside.

"Usually, a huge cum like that with a hot fantasy on top," Coach thought to
himself, "satisfies those feelings for a month or so."

Coach attributed it to the excitement of being alone on the cruise.  It had
been years since he had been away from home by himself, and although he
missed his wife, he admitted to himself that it was quite exhilarating.

Suddenly, the kid flashed in his head.  The Steward.

"What was his name again" Coach said aloud to nobody.

Coach concluded he never actually found out his name, but made a mental
note to find out next time he saw him.

In the meantime, the thought of the kid remained in his head.  But, the kid
wasn't the Steward anymore.  He was one of his former star players,
returning from college and stopping in for a visit with his favorite coach.

Coach grabbed the soap and lathered up his growing cock.  He stepped away
from the shower head, so the water was only hitting his back.  Coach
continued rubbing the soap on his dick, his balls, and his hairy bush.  He
took his soapy hands and ran it through the hair on his stomach and chest.
When his hand crossed his nipples, Coach felt a twinge inside.  His cock
was a rigid 7 inches now and Coach began to work it.

His mind went back to the hot kid playing the role of a 19 year old former
player.  He was always aggressive on the court, and he was being aggressive
now in Coach's offic "Coach, I know you always wanted me.  But, I also know
you were smart enough to not get involved with one of your players.  But,
that didn't stop you from checking me out in the locker room and in the
showers.  I'll admit I liked the attention and maybe showed off a bit.
I'll also admit that I jacked off thinking of you quite often last year.
As I'm sure I was the star of many stroking sessions.  Wasn't I, Coach."

Coach continued to play out the very vivid fantasy in his head.  He had
jacked off thinking about some of his players, but he had never played out
something like this.  Imagining it was the Steward kid and not a real
player freed Coach from some of his inhibitions.

Coach stammered, not knowing how to answer.  All of what the boy said was
true, he couldn't deny that.

Coach's non-answer was all the boy needed.  He moved around the desk and
stood next to Coach, looking down at him.

"Well, Coach, today's the day that we're gonna do what we both thought
about last year," the boy said as he undid his jeans and let them drop to
his knees.  He also quickly flipped off his t-shirt.

Coach surveyed the boy.  His body was wonderful.  He was certainly growing
into a man.  His thick thighs joined at a beautiful bush that was above a
soft, cut cock which rested on a smooth ball sac.  Above the bush as a
slight trail that ended at the belly button of his flat stomach.  The rest
of the smooth stomach rose up to nicely formed pecs with just a few wisps
of hair between them.

Coach reached out and touched the boy's stomach and then slid his hand up
to the boy's chest grazing over each of the boys erect nipples before
resting on the slight patch of soft hair.  Coach closed his eyes and sighed
as his cock grew in his jock.

Coach opened his eyes quickly as the boy grabbed Coach's hand and placed it
on his dick.  The boy's cock was growing rapidly on its own but Coach began
to help.  Softly but quickly Coach slid his hand up and down the boy's
shaft, circling the head as it expanded.

Coach looked up at the boy who smiled and said, "Now, suck it Coach.  Put
my juicy, boy cock in your mouth.  Work it with your tongue while you slide
it in across your lips.  Let me see it disappear and you bury your face in
my bush.

The boy continued while Coach devoured the boy's cock.  Coach was
frustrated that his own cock was trapped in the pouch of his jock in his
shorts, but it definitely hard and Coach could feel his pre-cum spilling on
his thigh.

"Yeah, Coach, you should coach a team of cock suckers.  You are so good at
it, Coach.  Yeah everybody, introducing Coach Cocksucker and his state
champion team of cocksuckers."  The boy laughed.  All Coach really heard
was Coach and cocksucker and so he kept at the task, letting the boy's cock
head enter his throat.

"Oh Coach, yes Coach take it deep, Coach.  Mmmm Coach it feels so good.
Aaaah Coaccchhh."  The boy hung on his last word as Coach opened his throat
and fully engulfed the boy's cock head.  Coach gulped a few times providing
a feeling never experienced by the boy.  Coach's face was pressed deep in
the boy's thick, black bush. The boy's smell was sweet and musky.

Coach needed to breath but before he backed off the boy's cock, the boy
pulled it out.

"Get up and strip Coach.  I want to check out your hot body," ordered the
boy.

The boy oohed and aahed as Coach dropped his shorts, exposing his cock head
which had managed to escape the pouch out the right side.

"Leave the jock on, but let's lose the shirt," the boy said as he moved
closer.  As Coach had his shirt over his head, he felt the boy's hand
gliding through the thick, soft hair that covered Coach's tight, muscled
stomach and chest.

The boy reached around with his other hand and grabbed Coach's smooth ass
cheek that was thick with muscle.

"Just as I had imagined.  I saw this ass through your shorts hundreds of
times and knew I'd fuck it one day." The boy said confidently.

The boy stepped behind Coach and nudging at his shoulders said, "Bend over
so I can fuck this beautiful ass."

Coach consented and bent over the desk.

In the shower, Coach took a break from the fantasy to reposition.  He
lathered up again but also got his ass cheeks all sudsy as well.  He turned
sideways in the shower and bent slightly at the waist, leaning back to
press his ass to the wall.  He rose up and down, enjoying the feeling of
his ass sliding against the wall.  Coach had a firm grip of his cock with
his right hand, and was pumping it in rhythm with his sliding up and down
the wall.  He took his left middle finger and from between his legs he
reached under his balls and found his hole.  It accepted his finger easily,
and guided the finger to his prostate.  It had been sometime since he did
this, but he discovered it quickly.

Now, he was in perfect position for an incredible ending.

With his cheek pressed against some papers, Coach felt the boy's cock enter
smoothly and move directly to his prostate.  He felt the boy's hands
continuously slide up and down his ass.  The boy began to thrust harder and
harder, but Coach only felt the amazing pleasure of his prostate being
massaged.  He had managed to get his cock mostly freed from the pouch and
was pumping it rhythmically with the boy's motions.

"Oh Coach, what an amazing ass.  Mmmm Coach, I'm gonna dump a huge load in
you.  Yeah Coach, take my seed.  Fuck, Coach, I'm breeding you." The boy
yelled.

Suddenly, the door opened.  It was Assistant Coach Mike Hall.

"Ah, you finally bagged him." Coach Hall said to the kid.

"Yeah, Coach Mike, I told you he wanted my cock," the boy said proudly as
he thrusted his cock in deep and held it.

"Huh?" Coach said, confused.

"Oh yeah, Coach, I've been fucking Coach Mike since I was a freshman, and I
kept telling him I would have you someday." The boy explained.

As Coach continued to work his prostate and stroke, he smiled and made a
mental note for next jo session to have it star his assistant coach.

"Coach is an amazing cocksucker too, Coach Mike, you should give him a
try," the boy said coaxing Coach Mike over.

Before Coach grasped the situation, the boy was thrusting into his ass
while his assistant coach was drilling his mouth.  The two were yelling
back and forth, encouraging each other and Coach with a myriad of
expressions.  All the while, Coach was being stuffed at both ends and was
loving it.

Shortly, all Coach was hearing was "Coach and "cumming" and he felt his
body tremor uncontrollably.  He was unloading his balls all over the
shower. His prostate was pulsing against his finger while his sphincter
squeezed it tight.

"Oh fuck yes," Coach yelled, hoping the shower would drown it out.

Coach slowly removed his finger from his hole, gave a few final tugs at his
dick, and moved under the shower head to rinse off.

"Ahh, that should hold me over for a while now," Coach said, as he turned
off the shower.

However, when he was drying off, he said, "But, I still want to meet that
kid."

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That's the end of Chapter 2.  I'm trying to keep them shorter.  It's still
only day 1 of the cruise!  Don't worry, Coach and Travis will get together.
Feel free to email me with comments. –JC jclarkson36@gmail.com