Date: Wed, 14 Jul 2004 11:55:25 EDT
From: GameShoWiz@aol.com
Subject: The Wet Dream VII - Big Boy

What you are about to read is a true life story from my Jr. High school
days. This story tells of an experience I had with my Jr. High coach.
It would likely help you to understand the characters if you were to read
the previous installments, but this episode stands on its own. While it
does not tell the story of family love, as do the other "Wet Dream"
episodes, it does refer to it. If you are offended by such stories, or
are under the age of 18, or it is illegal for any reason for you to view
such material, please exit now. You have been forewarned. Thank you.



Benji was cute, but really strong. He'd been lifting weights since he
was in the 6th grade. Over the summer, Benji really started to fill
out. And I mean fill out. The bulge in his white briefs became the
stuff porn movies are made of. At home, he was enjoying getting to know
his new friend that washanging between his legs, but at school, well,
that was another issue. Just as Nicky had suffered embarrassment due to
his smaller endowment, Benji was getting teased because of his plentiful
endowment. Kids are cruel, and it was really getting the best of Benji.
The kids in 7th grade phys. ed. were mostly still smooth, lanky and
little down there, if you know what I mean. Benji was smooth, except for
a little tuft of hair under each arm, and a small patch around his
privates, but that boycock. Man. And his balls, they were like plums.
Out of jealousy, or just because he was different from the rest, the
other kids taunted him mercilessly. What used to be a really happy kid,
was turning into a very depressed child. He would cry in the privacy of
his bedroom, but only when Nicky, his elder brother, and room mate wasn't
around.

Well, one day, Benji had a melt down right there in the shower after gym
class. The other boys, in their usual way, were plaguing Benji. Benji
just couldn't take it anymore. The coach had never caught on to what was
going on until this day, because things were now getting totally out of
hand. The coach entered the shower area and saw that Benji was curled up
on the floor in the corner, water spraying down on him. It seemed to
Benji that he didn't have a friend in the world until the coach arrived.

"What's going on?" the coach asked, tersely.

"Nothing, coach," one of the boys responded, nonchalant.

"Yeah, nothing, coach," the rest agreed.

"Go dry off and get dressed," the coach ordered. The coach turned off
the water and knelt down beside Benji, who was crying uncontrollably.
"What's the matter, son?" coach inquired.

Benji was so choked up, he couldn't even speak.

"Let's get you up and dried off and into your clothes," coach instructed.

Retracting, Benji muttered, "I can't. I can't go out there with them."

"What have they done to you, Ben?" coach questioned.

Taking deep breaths, Benji finally explained what had been happening
every day since school started in September. The kids had been calling
Benji 'Donkey Dick,' 'Cucumber Cock,' and other things.

Coach understood his distress, since he was gifted at a pretty early age
himself. Once the other boys had gone on to their next classes, coach
brought Benji to his desk and called the main office to have them let
Benji's 4th period teacher that he'd be a little late. Having done that,
he told Benji, who was wrapped in a towel, to have a seat.

"You know I went to school here, don't you?" coach wondered.

"No, coach, I didn't,"Benji responded, sniffling.

"Yes, and then on to the high school," coach continued. "I was on the
wrestling team, just like you."

"You were?" Benji perked up.

"I sure was," the coach admitted. "You know, son, I got a lot of grief,
just like they're giving you. And when I got to high school, it was
worse. Have your brothers told you about the gym teacher over there?"

"Yeah, Brother Francis," Benji nodded.

"That's right," coach replied, nodding his head. "He was worse than the
boys. He just stood there while the boys taunted me. I complained about
it, but no one came to my rescue. So when I got this job, I swore that
none of my boys would be treated that way."

"Did they really tease you about your...well...you know...down there,"
Benji stuttered, pointing at coach's crotch.

Chuckling, the coach affirmed, "Yeah, they teased me about...down there,"
grabbing a handful of his privates and giving a squeeze.

"What did you do?" Benji wanted to know.

"I had two older brothers, just like you," coach exposed, "and I told
them about it. They took care of things."

"Oh, I could never tell Timmy and Nicky about this," Benji insisted.

"Well, Ben," coach sighed, "I could do something about it, but that would
probably only make your life more difficult. You brothers, on the other
hand, could take care of it in a different way, that would assure that
you would never get teased by these boys ever again. Tell you what, son,
when I go over to the high school for practice this afternoon, I'll see
if I can track down Tim and clue him in. Would that be okay?"

Hesitantly, Benji said, "Okay, coach."

"That's my boy," coach smiled, patting Benji on the back.

Benji headed back to the locker room to get dressed. Coach went to the
urinal, which was in an alcove through which the boys had to pass to get
to the shower room. Coach put his hand up into the leg of his shorts and
pulled his jockstrap pouch to the side, allowing his fleshy cock to flop
out. As his pee stream was splattering the urinal, his manhood was
beginning to lengthen and get hard.

"Shit," coach whispered, "not now." He peeked around the corner to make
sure no one was coming.

Once he had shaken the excess pee from his cockhead, he was stroking like
a mad man, remembering sweet Benji curled up naked on the shower room
floor, with that huge boycock hanging there.

Meanwhile, Benji was pulling up his white briefs, when he decided he
should take a pee before heading to his next class. Not realizing the
coach was in the alcove, in front of the urinal, he barged in.

"Oh, coach," Benji gasped. "Sorry, I just had to...pee."

Thinking fast, coach said, "Geez, Ben, I thought you had gone. I guess
I'm just like every other guy. We were talking about your penis, and
mine got hard. Anytime I talk about stuff like that, I have to take care
of it, or I go nuts."

"Yeah, I know what you're talking about, coach," Benji agreed.

"Say, son," coach asked, looking Benji over from top to bottom, didn't
you get a bit of a hardon while we were talking?

Blushing, Benji admitted he got a boner under his towel, and right now,
it was getting even harder.

"Go lock the door and bring that big old thing over here," coach coaxed
him. "Those boys are just plain jealous of your manhood."

Benji drew closer to coach, who was holding his hand out in order to feel
Benji's penis grow in his underpants.

"Wow, you are a big boy, Ben," coach complimented.'

"That feels good, coach," Benji moaned.

"Has anyone ever touched this besides you, son?" coach inquired.

"Well," Benji said, hesitantly, "yes."

"Mind if I ask who?" Coach queried.

"My brothers," Benji confessed, "and one of Timmy's friends," referring
to Charles.

This made the coach crazy. Just the thought of those hot older brothers
playing with their little brother was too much for coach. He got down on
his knees, yanked Benji's underpants to the floor and began sucking that
enormous boycock. Coach slurped and licked and sucked on that boypole
until it was rock hard. Benji really liked coach, so he totally got into
it.

"God, coach," Benji said, short of breath, "that's about as good as Nicky
does."

Chuckling, coach thought to himself, "That Nick, I just knew he was a
little cocksucker." Feeling sorry he hadn't gotten himself into Tim and
Nick's pants when they were in Jr. High, coach just kept on blowing his
little buddy.

"Turn around, son," coach instructed.

Benji turned around and leaned on the urinal. Pulling Benji's cheeks
apart, coach began munching out his prey's butt. Benji began to groan.
He always loved to get rimmed.

"Oh coach," Benji whispered, "Yeah, suck on my butthole."

Coach licked Benji out like he was licking his wife's pussy, then slid
his middle finger in.

"Mmmmmm," Benji moaned, wiggling his butt in anticipation of coach
hitting his little magic button. "Ohhhhhhh," Benji cooed as coach hit
his prostate.

"You like, that, huh?" coach encouraged.

"Yes, coach," Benji hissed.

Coach climbed in between Benji's legs and began sucking his huge cock,
continuing to finger Benji's hole, and stroking his own sizable,
circumcised penis. Benji was loving it. His coach was blowing and
finger fucking his at the same time. Finally, coach couldn't stand it
anymore. He crawled out from under Benji, sliding his finger out of
Benji's hole, and stood up, cock at full attention. He teased Benji's
waiting boypussy with the bulbous head on his mancock. Benji pushed his
butt into coach's cock, awaiting entry.

"You really like this, don't you, buddy?" coach teased. "Those brothers
of yours have really taught you well."

"Yeah, and my dad, too," Benji thought, but decided to keep that to
himself for the moment. Actually,the site ofcoach's cock reminded him
of his dad's.

"Are you ready for this, Ben?" Coach wanted to know.

"Oh, yes, sir," Benji begged, "please put it in."

Sliding the head in and passed Benji's sphincter, they both let out a
yelp. Coach slid it all the way in, lovingly. He was falling in love
with this boy, and his bubble butt. While Benji was grabbing the urinal,
and feeling coach's big ol' cock fucking him, Benji thought, "I have to
introduce coach to daddy. I bet they'd get along great."

Coach continued fucking his newfound lover, reached around him, and
grasped Benji's rock hard penis in his hand. He stroked it gently as he
pounded his boy.

"Oh, fuck me, coach," Benji insisted. "God, you know right where my
button is."

"Your button?" coach grinned. "This kid really HAS had some experience."

They worked themselves into a fucking and jerking frenzy.

"Oh, coach, you're going to make me cream," Benji said through his
teeth. "You'd better stop or I'm going to....oh, God, coach, I'm
gonna...squirt...my...cum...uh, uh, uh, uh, uh... oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh
yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Benji's cum splattered the floor and the
urinal, and covered coach's stroking hand. This sent coach over the
edge.

"Oh, Ben, I'm gonna shoot right in your little pink pussy,
son.....ohhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhh!" Coach shot his copious load right up
into Benji's tight hole. Coach picked Benji up and cradled him in his
arms, their sweat intermingling.

"Let's clean up this mess, then clean up ourselves," coach suggested.

"Good idea," Benji told him. "Geez, coach, what do I tell my 4th period
teacher?"

"Who is it?" Coach asked, bending down to clean up Benji cum from the
tile.

"Mr. Bennetti," Benji informed him.

"Bennetti," coach thought, "that Italian cocksucker."

"I'll take care of it, son," coach assured him, putting his strong arm
around him, and leading him to the shower. "Don't you worry."



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