Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2012 22:45:55 +1000
From: CJ SG <dumbhjock@gmail.com>
Subject: Dumb Horny Jock Coach

Hey guys, Thanks so much for all the kind words and emails (and pics!). For
those who are new to this, my first story is titled 'Dumb Horny Jock
Janitor' and can be found in the Encounters section.

Here are some stories about my adventures as an 18yo dumb jock... well,
more like misunderstandings and accidents.

I lost my new jockstrap today. I swear I remember where I put it - I came
in from practice, last as usual with coach right behind me. Coach makes me
run extra laps in just my jock and these synthetic material shorts. He says
they help my body breathe when I'm running but they seem to just make me
sweat more. By the last lap, my smooth trench is dripping with a thin layer
of fresh sweat, coating my pink pucker and making it twitch uncontrollably.
I could never tell coach though - it's not like he's a doctor or anything.
He probably wouldn't know why it twitches like that...

Dad wasn't too happy when Coach Celik was offered a job at my expensive
private boys high school. My Dad isn't a bad person, really... he just
hates the idea of immigrants coming to our country and stealing our jobs
and our women. One day I pointed out that Coach Celik is already married,
so it was only the job he was stealing, but Dad just frowned. He even had
some of the other parents sign a petition to have Coach Celik fired! But
Coach Celik is a former Turkish Olympian and the school just couldn't say
no to publicity like that. So Dad had to hold his tongue.

Anyway, I sprinted into the lockerroom and kicked my wet shorts down to my
ankles and stepped out of them. Coach Celik stood in the doorway with his
usual half-smile on his face. He's a big brute of a man with biceps as
round as grapefruits and tends to wear white polo shirts with thick black
curly chest hair spilling out the top. Did I mention that he's Turkish?
They must all be hairy animals like coach... his strong thighs are just as
hairy and it seems like his stubble is painted on his face. His skin is a
caramel colour which is accentuated by the muscles that bulge and flex all
over his body. Most of the time it looks like he's going commando - I guess
they don't wear underwear in Turkey.

Coach stayed silent in the doorway as I made small talk about school and my
grades, grabbing my towel out of my locker and slowly sliding my jockstrap
down my legs. I felt the cold air hit my pucker as my legs spread a little
wider and I shivered - no big deal being naked in front of coach, he's used
to seeing us all in the buff. Maybe not a teen jock with a bouncing bubble
ass as smooth as mine though. I kicked my jock to the side and started
walking towards the showers... only I didn't make ten steps before I heard
coach call out a loud, deep 'Hey!'

I stopped and turned to see him standing by my locker with his hands behind
his back. He nodded towards the clock on the wall and explained that there
was no time to shower as he had to get ready for the parent/teacher
conferences. Of course! Dad was due here at 5pm to meet Coach Celik and
talk about my athletic performance. Dad certainly didn't want to meet with
this muscled Turkish gorrilla but the school insisted that parents meet
with each teacher at least once.

I grinned, walking back to my locker and stood beside coach - so close in
fact that I could feel the heat from his fully clothed 6'4 musclebod
radiating in all directions. It even looked like the bulge in his shorts
was bigger than usual but must have been a trick of the light. Looking
around on the floor, I couldn't see my jockstrap. Frowning, I turned to my
locker... nope, not there either. Where the hell was it?

'I've lost it!' I moaned to coach, and explained that it was a brand new
one that Dad had just bought. coach looked at me with that half-smile (or
was it more of a half-sneer?) and said he had plenty of spares in his
office. In no time, we were there and coach had pulled out an assortment of
jockstraps in all sizes and colours. I self-consciously stood there
completely naked in coach's office and squeezed my tight round glutes to
calm my nerves.

I must have tried on a dozen jockstraps. Coach Celik was kind enough to
make sure I had the straps fitted on tight, running his thick rough fingers
between the straps and my smooth teen ass until he snapped them back
against my boy butt. He suggested I get up on his desk on all fours so he
could kick back in his chair and get comfortable while helping me find the
right size. He even moved aside the framed picture of his wife so I could
really spread out. I tried a white jock, a black jock, a red one... even a
pink one! I didn't even know they made pink jockstraps! He spent the
longest time fitting that one on me and I prayed that my tiny little smooth
asshole wasn't twitching too much. At least, if he noticed it spasming
right in front of his face, he was too polite to say anything. And every so
often his fat thumb would lightly graze against my hole by accident.

We both lost track of time and it was 5pm sharp when we heard a knock at
the door and an unhappy but familiar sounding voice mumble 'Coach Celik?'
Shit! It was my Dad! And students weren't supposed to be on school property
when parent/teacher conferences were in session! I hopped up as quickly as
I could in that little pink jockstrap and looked around coach's office - no
way out. I wouldn't fit out the window and hiding behind the bookcase
wasn't an option. Suddenly it came to me - under the desk! I quickly dove
under the desk between Coack Celik's hairy spread thighs just as Dad opened
the door and stepped inside.



I closed my eyes and held my breath as they mumbled their greetings and I
heard them shake hands. Luckily, Dad hadn't seen me and the desk was the
type with a solid panel on the visitor's side. All I had to do was stay
quiet for half an hour and it would all be over and I wouldn't get into any
trouble. Dad launched into his usual speech about how proud of me he is and
I smiled, letting out a quiet sigh and slowly opening my eyes... but I
wasn't prepared to see a rock hard Turkish missile of flesh sticking out
the leg of coach's shorts and pointing right at me!

A dark-caramel coloured 11-inch babymaker was aimed at my face and slowly
throbbing in time with coach's pulse. I guess I knew for sure now that
coach doesn't wear underwear - I made a mental note to buy him some for
Christmas. Worse was that his big horsecock and low-swinging nuts were
hanging out the leg of his shorts and he didn't even seem to notice! Taking
a closer look (well, there was nothing else to look at) I noticed how wet
and sticky his bloated knob was. It was almost as if he had been
slow-stroking that enormous dick under the desk the whole time I had been
trying on jockstraps! But on second thought, I realised that he must have
been thinking of his wife and accidentally got so turned on that his giant
dong popped right out of his shorts under the desk.

Dad rambled on and on... I could hear coach grunting in agreement but they
both sounded bored with the conversation. My nostrils filled up with the
salty-sweet stink of that fresh Turkish cocksnot and I closed my eyes,
imagining I was anywhere else rather than stuck under my married coach's
desk with his veiny pole throbbing and oozing in my face with my Dad
sitting only 2 feet away! I soon opened them again when the unthinkable
happened - that slimy cockhead started pushing against my straight teen
lips!

Coach must have been paying such close attention to Dad's stories of how
good at sports I am, and how proud he'll be the day I get married and have
kids of my own, that he didn't realise he was slowly sliding his chair
forward under the desk! I couldn't make a sound or Dad would know I had
been listening in on the whole thing and I was sure to be grounded for a
few weeks. So I stayed quiet, eyes growing wider as that big Turkish
fuckstick invaded my mouth! I had to let coach know what was happening.

I slid my hands up his calves and then up his hairy thighs, squeezing
gently to try and get his attention. I heard him chuckle in his deep voice
- maybe Dad had told a joke? - but he didn't pull back and let that meat
flop out of my jockboy mouth. That huge knob was resting on my tongue and
my body flinched as I felt it squirt a rope of boiling hot precum into my
mouth. Coach Celik sighed and suddenly became very talkative - asking Dad
lots of questions about his work, and our house, and what football team my
Dad followed, almost as if he wanted my Dad to stay and chat for as long as
possible. But he still didn't realise that his fat horsecock was lodged in
my mouth as I knelt there under the desk in a bright pink jockstrap.
Speaking of, the heat under the desk soon got to me and my pucker was
twitching over and over in rhythmic pulses. I tried in vain to concentrate
and make it stop but it was no use.

Taking one look at the giant orbs hanging in his hairy sack, I knew that he
had a big load stored up. And I certainly didn't want coach to get
distracted and accidentally unload a full batch of baby-batter down my
straight throat. I had to get his attention somehow. I squeezed his thighs
again gently so I didn't startle him and applied a small amount of suction
to the head of his cock. It was the only I thing I could think of to make
him realise that he had unknowingly stuffed his slimy fuckstick into my
mouth while he sat there calmly chatting with my Dad. But Coach Celik just
sat perfectly still. I tried sucking a little harder. 'Come on', I thought,
'You have to feel this!' Sucking my cheeks in tight, I was hoovering the
first few inches of his 11-inch throbber but he still didn't notice.

Coach was chuckling and groaning as Dad talked, asking more and more
questions. It was obvious from Dad's short answers that he just wanted to
leave but it was as if coach wanted him to stay. I tried a new tactic -
perhaps I could push this enormous dripping hog out of my mouth with my
tongue! Poking it from all angles, I couldn't quite push it out from
between my puffy pink lips. Not even rubbing my tongue all over it and
tracing the thick veins seemed to get his attention. I wondered if having a
dick that big made him less sensitive... he just couldn't feel that his
dong was lodged in a straight teen's mouth. I mean, if he knew, he would
have pulled out immediately right? Why would a married Turkish bull-stud
who almost got fired because of my Dad want to ram his cock down a rich
white boy's throat?

The more suction I used, the more saliva filled up in my mouth. Soon I was
gulping down mouthfuls of my own spit and gooey cocksnot non-stop but some
of it still dripped down my chin. I stared at Coach Celik's sweat-soaked
wiry pubes and watched them get closer and closer as my lips travelled
further and further down his hog but he still didn't budge. With both hands
on coach's thighs I couldn't reach back and give my asshole some relief so
instead I arched my back and humped my ass out - it was better than
nothing!  I felt my soft lips press firmly against his hairy dick root at
the same time as his big paw of a hand came down on top of my head and held
me there. Finally he had realised the situation; any second now he would
pull that huge slobber-covered dick out of my mouth.

I rolled my eyes with relief as his chair slowly started to roll
backwards... only... his hand was still holding my head firmly down in his
lap! My teen throat was bulging with adult cock and all I could do was
crawl forward as he slowly slid his chair backwards and out into the
open. I let out a particularly loud slurp on that donkey dick that stopped
my Dad mid-sentence. I could imagine him watching in horror as his straight
teen son was slowly exposed, lips tight around this Turkish stud's gigantic
throbbing cock, precum dripping off my chin and wearing a pink jock with my
smooth bubble butt wagging in the air!

I looked up at Coach Ceilk from between his huge spread hairy thighs. He
had a cocky shit-eating grin on his face but he must have been grinning out
of sheer embarrassment. Noone would be happy to have their dick slammed
balls deep down a tight teen throat. He gave my head one final stroke and
looked my Dad right in the eye - as his balls pulled up tight and a load of
thick white sperm gushed up his hosepipe and started pouring down my
throat. Dad stood to leave, disgusted, but that only gave him a better view
of my smooth boy butt wagging back and forth as my Turkish coach fed me a
load of his babies. It seemed like a week's worth of spooge was being
pumped into me. It was all my fault of course, if I hadn't sucked so hard
he would never have jizzed in my mouth. How would the poor guy be able to
live with himself after squirting a load in a student's mouth?

Speechless, Dad stormed out of the room in a huff before I could explain.
It's not every day you get caught under your immigrant coach's desk with
his enormous pornstar-sized cock all the way down your throat but I knew
Dad would understand. It got stuck, that's all... and it's perfectly
understandable for a dick that big to easily get stuck in a tight teen
throat like mine. Coach Celik looked totally relaxed as I stood on shaky
legs (I had been crouched down there for around half an hour, after all)
and wiped some of his nut off my chin. 'Sorry Coach... and thanks for the
jockstrap!' I mumbled, giving him my trademark dumb grin as I ran out the
door to catch up with Dad.

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Thanks again for reading guys. I am a long time reader and huge fan of the
site. This is another hot fantasy that I wanted to share - god, I would
love to see this sort of scene for real in a porn movie.

I'd love to hear from you if you enjoyed it - dumbhjock@gmail.com
No self-pics but we could even swap hot pics and ideas?

In case you missed it at the start, my first story is titled 'Dumb Horny
Jock Janitor' and can be found in the Encounters section.

Take care of those dumb jocks out there.