Date: Mon, 13 Sep 2010 03:40:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Friedrich Craig <fitchboy@att.net>
Subject: COACH.ED part 9

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                          COACH.ED

                           Part 9

     Stan was never at poker night with his boys again.
Steve would come back to town years later, but I'm getting
ahead of myself.
     By the time of the poker night when Stan was there with
his boys Arthur was already in 7th grade.  Coach made Arthur
shower monitor for his class.  He said that Arthur was
destined to be a stud boy, no matter how much his father
fucked him and loaned out his holes.  Coach had a few
problems with Arthur.  Arthur was so determined to get some
pay back; he imagined almost every other boy in his class
was a pussy boy.  Coach, however, didn't find any in
Arthur's class.
     The next year, when I got to start playing basketball,
not just practicing with the team, Coach told me there was a
boy in the new seventh grade class that he just wasn't sure
about.  He told me he'd had the boy in his office a few
times and the kid had come real close to going down on him,
but seemed reluctant.  Coached asked if I'd be willing to go
along with a plan he'd come up with.  I never said no to
Coach so a few weeks later I found my self excused from
class every morning for a full week.
     Coach had told my teachers he wanted me to help out
with the seventh and eight grade boy's P.E. classes while
they had basketball in class.  My official job was to
`coach' the skins team when the seventh and eighth grade
classes played basketball.  I was really there to try to
figure out this kid Coach was not sure about.
     Coach wouldn't give me a clue which kid it was; he said
he wanted to know if I'd get the same vibes about the kid as
he had.  The first day I noticed a kid on the shirts team
who seemed a little more interested in watching the other
team than playing the game.  He also seemed to mange to get
his hands on the opposing team a little bit more than usual
in basketball.
     That kid was on my team the next day and I noticed more
of the same except it was his own shirtless team mates he
kept bumping up against and getting his hands on.  His
behavior was frustrating his team mates and I heard more
than one of them tell him so.  I noticed that the other kids
in his class called him Bank Dick.  Coach had me acting as
shower monitor for the seventh grade class and I watched all
of the boy's in the shower.  This kid was not as obvious as
Jim had been but he did seem to spend a lot of time scoping
out the other boy's pricks and butt's.  He also looked at me
like he had a crush on me.  I was getting used to girls
crushing on me, but this was the first boy I had noticed.
      At the end of the first week I told coach that the kid
I'd noticed who seemed like he might be a pussy boy, but I
just wasn't sure.  When I described what I had seen,
including the way he looked at me, Coach laughed.  Coach
told me I should get used to other boys and men crushing on
me.  He said at that the rate I was growing I was going to
be at least 6'8" and if he had anything to say about it I
was going to be one hell of a basketball player.  According
to coach lot's of boy's and men idolize athletes and treat
them just like girls treat boys they have crushes on.  Coach
told me he thought Dale, his favorite stud boy, who was a
year ahead of me in school would probably suck my cock or
bend over and take it up his ass he was so in awe of me.
     Coach decided that if the kid did have a crush on me
that might help us figure him out.  The following week coach
found some excuse to get the kid in his office, wearing
nothing but a towel, almost every day.  He planted the idea
in the kids head that I needed a work out buddy.  We didn't
really have a weight room at school, just some space next to
the boiler room under the gym where Coach had set up his own
weight set.   Coach had decided when I started practicing
with the team I needed to bulk up and he had me down there
after school almost everyday.  Coach told the kid it would
really help me out and that it wouldn't hurt him to put some
muscle on.
    The kid was a scrawny little guy and got picked on a
lot.  The name Bank Dick was because his first name was
Richard and his Dad owned the bank in town.  Coach said he
was probably one of those little guys who'd grow about a
foot in high school and be over six foot, but he was a
scrawny little seventh grader.  Scrawny kids, with names
that can easily be made fun of, who are one of the few `rich
kids' in a small town get picked on a lot.
     Coach talked to the kids Dad and arranged for him to
stay after school to work out with me three day's a week.
Coach came down there with us at first, to make sure the kid
didn't hurt himself.  After the first week, the two of us
were down there alone for about an hour every Monday,
Wednesday and Friday after school.  It was hot down there by
the boiler room and, at Coach's suggestion, we dressed in
our PE gear to go down there, but stripped to our Jocks to
work out.  By the time we were through the Gym and locker
room were deserted so we'd pick up our shorts and shirts and
go up to the showers in nothing but our jocks.
     Streaking was a big thing at the time, one afternoon
the kid suggested we take our jocks off and run up to the
locker room bare assed.  Coach was always there until we
left and most days he'd shower with us before driving us
home.  By staying late I missed the bus and Coach had told
the kids Dad it would be on his way to drop the kid at home.
The day the kid and I `streaked' upstairs and through the
gym to the showers coach didn't say anything about it until
after he'd dropped the kid off.  I told him it was the kid's
idea and he said he was getting more convinced the kid was a
pussy boy.
     The next time we worked out the kid took everything off
as soon as we got down to the weight room it looked tome
like he was holding his breath while He stood there watching
me peel off my shirt and shuck my shorts.  Only when I
stepped out of my jock too did I hear him exhale.  We worked
out bare assed from then on.
     I had noticed the kid popped boners a couple of times
during most of our workouts.  Now that we were lifting
weights nude, there was no way he could hide a hard-on. That
first day we were lifting without even our Jocks on he got
hard when he was doing bench presses and I was spotting him.
With the kid on his back on the bench and me standing over
him my prick was dangling in his face and his was
standing straight up.  I helped him do a set of ten reps and
then said to him, "It's your muscles that are supposed to be
getting bigger down here, Bank Dick.  Are you down here to
pump iron or suck me off?"
     The kid laughed and said, "There's no way I'm gonna
suck your wiener, Edwina!"
     I didn't know anybody other than coach and the guys in
my own class knew about that nick name and I was surprised
he'd used it, but I'd never called him Bank Dick before
either.  I laughed with him and we started talking about how
much fun it wasn't having a name other kids made fun of.  He
told me that it wouldn't be so bad being called Dick if his
last name was something other than Peters.  He said even
though he was named after his father and grandfather, they
didn't seem to understand.  He had been trying to get people
to call him Rick since the third grade, but his Dad said,
"Dick Peters is good enough for your grandfather, it's good
enough for me and it's good enough for you.  I told him that
at least my Dad could sympathize, when I told him how coach
had screwed up my name and stuck me with the nickname Dad
had told me he never even noticed that my middle initial
made my first name a girls name, but he had dealt with the
mispronunciation of our last name when he was a kid.  We
agreed that from then on we would try not to call each other
anything but Ed and Rick.
     By the time we were done talking Rick wasn't hard
anymore and we continued our workout.  After that though, I
learned a lot more about the kid.  He didn't have any
brothers or sisters, just like me, but he wasn't close to
his father at all.  His Dad and Grandfather ran the bank and
didn't seem to have time for much of anything else.
     I talked to Coach about it on the way home.  Coach
guessed maybe I was a big brother/Daddy substitute for the
kid.  That got me thinking about all the things I'd learned
from my Dad growing up on the farm.  I wondered who Rick had
to talk to.
     I started talking to Rick about the kind of stuff Dad
and I used to talk about at the swimming hole.  The next
time Rick got a hard on while we were working out I asked a
few questions and found out town kids didn't know much about
sex.  I started explaining things to him the way my Daddy
had explained them to me.
     A week or so after we started working out nude Rick
popped a boner while doing bench presses again and I started
to get hard to.  When he finished his set I asked him if he
wanted to take a break and take care of our hard-ons.  He
said he'd never jerked off with another guy.  I told him it
was cool and started to pull on my prick.  He was looking up
and watching me for less than a minute before he had his
hand on his own prick. It wasn't long before he was shooting
all over his belly and chest.  When he was through I added
my cum to his.
     After I came I took my hand and wiped some of our cum
off his belly then held my fingers in front of his mouth.
The kid licked and sucked our cum off my finger's just like
I'd licked the cum off my Daddy's fingers the first time we
jerked off out at the swimming hole.  I wiped as much cum
off of him as I could and he ate it all.  Then we finished
our workout and ran up to the showers.  After coach dropped
the kid off at his house, he looked at me and asked me,
"What happened down there today, you two are acting like
two little lovebirds.
     I told Coach about what we'd done.  Coach said it
looked like Bank Dick was going to be a pussy boy after all.
From then on Coach joined Rick and me in the showers after
every workout.  It was the week after the first time Rick
and I jerked off together that Coach joined us in the shower
with a hard on.  Rick stared at Coach's prick like he
couldn't believe it and his own prick sprang up instantly.
     When coach soaped up and started jerking himself off,
Rick and I joined in.  As usual, Rick popped off pretty
quick, even though we'd each shot a load down in the weight
room just before coming up to shower.  Coach and I took a
while longer and when I started to shoot, Rick was right in
front of me waiting to clamp his mouth on my prick and suck
down my cum.  While I was feeding Rick my load coach moved
closer to us and aimed his prick at us while he continued to
jerk on it.  When Rick sucked the last drop of cum out of my
prick he pulled off and Coach asked him if he'd like another
drink.  Rick turned his head and opened his mouth over the
head of Coach's prick.  I saw the first shot of cum hit
Rick's tongue and then he closed his lips and sucked the
rest down.
     When he was through feeding Rick his load Coach rinsed
off, turned off his shower, grabbed a towel and headed
towards his office without saying another word.  Rick looked
up at me like he was afraid he'd done something wrong.  I
told him it was cool, that I'd sucked Coach off a couple of
times myself.  Rick looked shocked, but seemed relieved.  We
both finished our showers and were almost dressed when Coach
came out of his office and said, "What's taking you two so
long, let's get a move on."
     Coach didn't say anything about what had happened in
the shower until after he'd dropped Rick off at home.  As
soon as the kid was out of the car Coach wanted to know just
how far I'd gotten with him.  I told Coach that we'd been
jerking off together at least once during every workout,
Rick had been licking up both of our cum and the last two
times, he'd let me put my prick in his mouth and feed him my
cum, just like he'd done for both of us in the shower.
     Coach said he needed to figure out a way to get the
kid out to the farm.  I said I didn't think that poker night
would be a good idea and Coach laughed.  Coach looked over
at me and said, "You don't want to share your little pussy
boy, do you Stud."
     Truth was, he was right.  I denied it though; I said I
was just worried that Rick couldn't handle poker night.  I
told Coach he didn't see how panicked Rick looked after
sucking down the Coach's load.  Coach laughed again and told
me to relax.  He said he was just thinking of trying to find
a way to get the kid out to the swimming hole with me and my
Dad.  He said if he could arrange that and things happened
like he thought they would, he'd work on getting out there
with us himself, and maybe bring Chuck along.  Coach said it
would be a good long while before the kid would be ready for
the rest of the gang, or poker night; that maybe he never
would be.

                   <<<<<>>>>>

     I continued to work out with Rick and we added more sex
to our work out's a little bit at a time.  Rick took to
sucking prick pretty quick.  My prick was almost as big as
my Dad's by then so it took Rick a long time to work his way
to being able to take it all in his throat, but he would
have done anything to please me.
     Coach had been showering with us after every workout
for weeks.  We didn't always jerk off together in the
shower, but we did it once or twice a week.  Rick always
drank our cum, straight from our pricks.  Every time Rick
went down on one of us he was able go down a little further.
The first time he managed to swallow all of Coach's prick
Coach came in his throat and said, "cumming in a boy's
throat, shooting straight into his belly is the best.
     The Day Rick finally swallowed my whole prick he went
down and pulled back three or four times then stopped and
said we should finish our workout.  I was just about ready
to blow and asked him what the hell was going on.  Rick said
he wanted to finish our workout and get upstairs so that
Coach could see him suck me off right and watch me cum in
his throat for the first time.
     I said we could cut our work out short and raced Rick
upstairs.  Instead of going to the showers, I ran straight
into Coach's office.  Coach was kicked back in his chair
with his feet up on his desk looking at a dirty magazine.
He dropped the magazine when I ran in and asked me what my
problem was.  I told him Rick had something to show him.
     I pushed Coach's feet off his desk and turned sideways
to him. Rick leaned forward, opened his mouth wide and slid
all the way down my prick until his nose disappeared in my
hair. Rick looked up at me with my prick buried in his
throat and very slowly started to pull back.  The whole time
Rick bobbed his head up and down on my prick he kept his
eyes locked on mine.  When I was close I told him and
reminded him that he said he wanted Coach to see me cum in
his throat.  Rick sucked on the end of my prick for just a
few seconds and I pumped the first shot in his mouth.  Then
he pushed all the way down and stayed there with my prick
buried in his throat and his chin pressed up against my
balls while they emptied straight down his throat.
     When I was through and Rick had pulled his mouth off my
prick Coach whistled and said, "Hot Damn boy, that was
incredible.  Is your workout buddy the only one who gets
that kind of treatment?  Because My prick would surely love
to slide down that throat of yours and fill your belly with
another load."
     Rick looked up at me and I knew he was asking what I
wanted.  I told him to go ahead and show Coach, first hand,
what a great cocksucker he was.  I told him I wanted to see
it from a different angle.  Coach was shucking his shorts
and jock while I talked and had his prick out and ready when
Rick turned towards him.  I stood behind Rick and fingered
his butt while he went down on Coach.  I had started playing
with his butt a little in the shower when he was jerking off
and he seemed to like it.  When Coach told Rick he was going
to cum I pushed my middle finger in Rick's butt and rubbed
around inside.  After coach was through feeding Rick his
load, we both saw that Rick had shot all over the floor.
     Coach said he'd clean it up and sent us to the showers
where he joined us a few minutes later.  We didn't fool
around any in the shower that day, and the ride to Rick's
house was pretty quiet.  When we were alone in the car Coach
said, "That boy hasn't just got a crush on you, he's in
love.  I watched him looking into your eyes' while he deep
throated your cock and sucked you off.  Not because he
wanted to but because you wanted him to, I watched him suck
me off and I watched him do it with his eyes closed because
he had to pretend he was sucking your prick again.  I'm
telling you that boy is in love and will do anything for
you."

                   <<<<<>>>>>

     It wasn't until Spring break that Coach finally managed
to come up with a scheme to get Rick out to the farm.  In
the meantime we continued to work out together.  I found
that coach was right; Rick was in love with me, just like I
was in love with my Daddy when I was little.  Just like I
would do anything for my Daddy; Rick would do anything for
me.
     During our next workout after Rick had sucked me and
Coach off in Coach's office Rick was really quite.  I asked
him what was wrong and he told me he was confused about why
he came while he was sucking coach because he hadn't been
jerking off.  I explained to him that some men have
sensitive holes.  He didn't quite get it so I explained that
some men like to get fucked back there, that a prick in
their hole makes them feel good and it can make them cum.
We were both getting hard talking about it and Rick looked
at my prick and said, "You couldn't fuck me with your prick,
it's too big,"
     I reminded him that he had thought the same thing about
sucking my prick.  He thought in the beginning that he would
never be able to swallow it.; but he learned how to do it.
He was still staring at my prick so I said, "Let's just jerk
off right now and then get to our workout.  You should know
by now that I'm not going to do anything or make you do
anything you don't want, and I'm not going to hurt you."
     That seemed to calm him down because he grabbed his
hard prick and started pulling on it.  When he came, he
caught it all in his hand, rubbed it on my prick, went down
on me, cleaned my prick of his cum and then sucked me off.
Once that was out of the way we got on with our workout.
     That afternoon in the shower with coach, coach and I
started jerking off, but Rick didn't.  After a few minutes
he came over to me and went down on my prick.  After I fed
him my load Rick moved over to Coach and started sucking
him.  I saw for my self what Coach had told me.  When Rick
sucked my prick he was always looking up into my face.  When
Rick was going down on Coach he had his eyes closed.  I
watched him for a bit then started working a couple of soapy
fingers into his hole.  I felt him push back and wiggle his
butt a little so I kept it up and worked in a little
further.  After Coach fed Rick his load.  Rick bent over
further and pushed his butt up onto more of my fingers.
Coach reached under Rick and started jerking his prick while
I worked my fingers around in his hole.  After about a
minute, Rick started moaning and spraying his cum on the
shower floor. When he was done, Rick stood up and looked at
me for a second before saying, "I think I'm one of those
guys who has a sensitive hole."
     On the way home that afternoon, after Rick was out of
the car Coach said, "Yep, he's a pussy boy all the way and
you're his chosen Daddy, Stud Boy."
     The process of getting my prick into Rick's butt took a
lot longer than teaching him to deep throat me.  Coach and I
both worked his hole open with our fingers while he was
sucking the other one of us off in the shower or in the
weight room.  Coach started coming down to join us in the
weight room after everyone else had left.  I found that the
heat and the work out made us all sweat and fingers slick
with sweat can slip into a tight little hole.
     I took my cue from Dad; He had waited until I'd been
fucked by Chuck and Joe before he pushed his monster in my
hole.  My prick was almost as big as Dad's and Rick was a
little guy so Coach got the honors.  Coach didn't exactly
have a little prick and was worried about hurting Rick.  He
suggested we get Dale involved,  Dale was a year older than
me but nowhere near my size and his prick was actually a
little on the small size for a boy his age.  I didn't think
Rick was ready to be shared around with another guy and told
Coach I though if we took it slow and continued to work Rick
open with our hands, he'd be able to handle Coach for his
first time.  Coach just winked and said, "He's your boy;
whatever Daddy says."
     When I felt Rick was ready and he'd actually started
asking when I would finally fuck him, I told him I wanted
Coach to pop his Cherry.  Rick was disappointed.  He told me
he knew it was going to hurt, but he really wanted me to be
his first.  I told him it would hurt when Coach popped his
cherry, but it would be worse if I did it and I wanted him
to enjoy it the first time I fucked him as much as I had
enjoyed the first time my Daddy fucked me.
     I had told Rick a lot, but I had never told him my
Daddy fucked me.  He looked at me for a while and then said,
"Your Daddy fucked you, but he let someone else fuck you
first?"  I told Rick the story of Dan and Dave at the
swimming hole and the about how Dad had dealt with them.  I
told Rick about how things had started between me and Dad
and how they progressed up to the Day he first fucked me.
Rick thought about it awhile and said, "If that's what our
Daddy thought was best for you, I guess you know what's best
for me."
     I told Rick to stay in the weight room while I went up
to get Coach.  When I got back down to the weight room with
Coach Rick was on the bench doing presses.  Coach went
around to spotting position, took the bar from Rick and set
it aside.  While Coach started to feed his prick to Rick I
raised his legs and handed them to coach.  I leaned forward
and started licking Rick's hole until I could work my tongue
inside.  When it started to open up I started working my
finger's in.  Rick was sucking on Coach's prick and pushing
back on my fingers trying to get me to go deeper. When I
thought I had him opened up enough for Coach we switched
places.
     Coach stood at the end of the bench, braced himself by
holding onto Rick's calves and leaned forward.  Rick's butt
rose up off the bench and Coach hit the mark with the tip of
his prick.  Coach's prick was slick from Rick's mouth and
Rick's hole was wet from my tongue so Coach's prick slid in
about an inch.  Rick stopped sucking on my prick.  I told
him to relax and try to push coach out.  Coach spit on his
prick and Rick's hole and he slid in a little more.  It
seemed to me like it took for ever for Coach to push his
prick all the way into Rick's hole.  I knew Rick had to be
hurting and I didn't want that.  When Coach finally made it
all the way in and started a slow fucking, I saw that Rick's
prick was hard and felt that he was sucking on my prick
again.
     Rick reached around me, put his hands on my ass and
pulled me down, forcing my prick into his throat.  I got
that he wanted me to give him all of my prick so I started
fucking in and out of his throat and mouth while watching
Coach fuck in and out of his hole.  Ricks prick was still
hard and dribbling on his belly.  When I felt like I was
getting close to feeding Rick my load and it looked like
Coach was close to breeding Rick's hole I bent down and
sucked Rick's prick into my mouth.
     I went all the way down and had Rick's prick in my
mouth for less than a second before my mouth was filling
with his cum. Coach was next and while he bread Rick's hole
for the first time I was pumping my load down Rick's throat.
When we were all drained I pulled off Ricks prick, covered
his mouth with mine, opened up and fed him his own cum.
     Rick swallowed his cum and then used his tongue to get
any that was left in my mouth.  When he was through he
looked up at me and said Coach hadn't hurt at all and he was
ready for me now.  I hadn't planned on fucking him right
after Coach; I thought he'd be sore after having his cherry
popped.  Coach could tell I wasn't sure what to do so he
offered, "It's up to you Daddy, you're calling all the shots
here.  All I've go to say is I've always believed a good
Daddy gives his boy what he wants when he's a good boy; Rick
is definitely a very good boy."
     My prick was hard (again? still?) and Rick was looking
up at me the way he always did when he was sucking my prick
so I stood up and took Coach's place at the other end of the
bench.  In spite of having just been bred by Coach, Rick's
hole was a tight fit for my prick.  I eased in slow, slower
than Coach had, I could tell Rick was hurting.  He didn't
say anything, other than to plead with me to go faster and
fuck him hard, but I could see in his eye's that my prick
hurt Rick as much as my Daddy's prick hurt me the first
time.  I could also see in his eyes that he wanted it in
spite of how much it hurt, just like I had.
     When I was all the way in I held still.  I didn't move
until I heard Coach say, "Fuck the boy for Christ's sake.
He wants you to, I want you to and you need to breed that
hole and make it yours."