The Coach
                                by
                        European Traveler


This summer I had been working in the yard everyday and I notice a
small pickup truck always park next to our house, which is located
on a corner.  Each day this muscular blackman would get out of his
truck, look at me, smile and head for the school.  He was kind of
youngish looking, too young for me, but it looked like he had a
terrific body under those sweats.  Nothing wrong with looking at a
hot body.  After a couple of days of this, I decided to speak, at
first it was just "hello," but the next day it turned into a mini-
conversation.   Nothing spectacular, but it did give me a chance to
give him the once over.  When I think of it, I must have been
looking like I was shopping for a piece of meat.  Well maybe I was,
but I still thought he was a little young.  
     
Then one day when he arrived he got out of the truck with a very
tight pair of shorts on and a tank top that was definitely 2 sizes
too small.  You could see each one of those nipples, pec's and
lat's on his stomach, what a fucking sight.  My mouth must have
been drooling by that time.  I just stood there and asked a clumsy
question.  I said that he looked too young to be the coach and too
damn old to be one of the players.  He chuckled and said that he
inherited his young looks from his mother and that he was well over
30 years old.  Then I really made the Freudian slip and said:
"Damn, I never had a coach that look that good."  My face must have
turned a dozen shades of red, he grinned and said:  "Thanks, and
you're not too bad yourself."  Where upon I told him that all the
coaches I know in school were always overweight, but that I liked
to see a man keep himself in shape.  He said that after he teaches
the class, he'd like to stop by and talk about how I keep my legs
in such good shape.  I said, sure, stop by anytime.  
     
I wasn't paying too much attention to the time, but a couple of
hours must have slipped by when I hear the coach behind me clearing
his throat.  We greeted and I asked him if he would like to come on
the deck for a glass of beer and relax after his session with the
kids.  He agreed and I headed to the basement to get the beer out
of the fridge.  It was hot and that first beer went down faster
than I thought.  I asked him if he would like another one and he
said sure, but he had to piss first.  I told him to follow me;
there was one in the basement rec room right next to the fridge.  
     
The both of us went down to the rec room, I headed for the fridge
and he for the john.  I thought that I'd wait for him to get done
and use the bathroom myself, but he seemed to be taking a rather
long time for just a piss.  Finally he came out and I noticed a
rather noticeable bulge in his shorts.  I asked if he had a trouble
and he said yeah, but it'll go away.  I excused myself and went into
the bathroom and he said that he'd wait.  Well, I have a nervous
kidney and the thought of having that hunk right outside of the
door prevented me from pissing and created another problem.  My
cock was getting hard.  I said shit to myself and tried to stuff a
growing cock back into my pants.  
     
When I left the bathroom, he was still there and said: "it looks
like I wasn't the only one with a problem."  My face got red and
just blurted out that something excited me.  His comment was: 
"Well maybe we can do something about it."  He moved over to me and
groped my crotch and said: "Not bad, too bad it has to be packed in
so tight, maybe you should take them off and let your cock and
balls have some breathing room."  Well it was out in the open now
and I said he should do the same thing, but that we'd probably
better stay down in the rec room and finish the beers.  
     
He said to hell with the beers, I want to get those shorts off. He
pulled my shorts down and out sprang my throbbing cock.  By now I
was hot and told him to take his hands off my cock or it would
explode in his hands.  He did and at the same time I dropped down
on my knees and pulled his shorts down, and before his cock could
spring up, I had my mouth on it and took that black rod right down
to the base.  
     
He grabbed the back of my head with his muscular hands and
plummeted my throat with his fast growing cock.  He kept saying: 
"Suck that cock, oh suck it, I want to fuck your face.  Suck that
cock deep."  Well I was doing my damn best, and I had my hands
grabbing his ass and kneading those beautiful black buns, pulling
that cock deeper and deeper.  Then I started to massage his massive
bull balls and in a couple of minutes I could tell that he was
about to explode in my mouth.  Damn, I wanted it to last longer. 
But the next thing I knew I felt the throbbing of his cock deep in
my throat and I was sucking every bit of it.  He collapsed on the
couch and said that he's never had a blow job that good.  I just
told him that I hadn't sucked a hot throbbing black cock for a long
time and I enjoyed it.
     
He said that turn about is fair trade, and proceeded to get on his
knees and started to lick my balls and then he slowly lifted my
legs and started to rim my puckered hole.  In a couple of minutes
I was too fucking hot to care what happened next.  I told him to
stop or I'd cum in a couple of seconds.  He did and said that he
wanted it to last a little bit longer.  I was laying on the floor
and he laid on top of me, that didn't help matters any, I was hot
and I wanted more of him.  He slowly moved down my body and started
to suck my cock and at the same time play with my nipples.  I
leaned forward and reached for his muscular tits and started to
pinch them.  Those had to be very sensitive to him because he just
plunged his mouth down on my cock and really started to suck.  With
his chin resting on my balls, I released his tits and grabbed the
back of his head and shoved my throbbing cock down his throat.  It
shot deep and I dropped back down on the floor.
     
My playing with his nipples must have really excited him, because
when this black stud got up on all fours again, I could see that
his black rod was hard again and he was ready for more action.  I
said give me a couple of minutes and he said sure, but in the mean
time he was going to enjoy himself.  
     
He lifted my legs and started to lick my balls again and then
started to work his way down to my pucker fuck chute.  With his
tongue working around, my cock started to get hard again.  He kept
it up until I thought I could stand it anymore.  He was tongue
fucking me and driving me crazy.  I said that my legs were a little
bit tired and that I should just let them down a little bit.  He
released them and I wrapped them around his waist.  I said: "Now
stop fucking me with your tongue and shove that black cock into my
ass and screw me. I want to feel you shoving that throbbing stud
cock deep into my ass."  I released myself and quickly got some
lube.  He lubed his cock and loosened up my fuck hole, then he
lifted my legs and planted that cock squarely in the center.  One
strong plunge was all it took.  It took my breath away for a couple
of seconds, and we relaxed until I got adjusted to his thick brown
tool that I knew would be probing me deep.  
     
I then told him to fuck me.  He lifted my legs up and I could watch
those lats on his stomach contract every time he lunged forward. 
I told him to lean a little closer, I wanted to pinch those tits. 
He did and I grasped those nipples on those bulging pec's and
started to work them.  He gasped and yelled "oh gawd, pinch those
tits."  I did, and the more I pinched the harder he drove his cock
into my willing ass.  He was banging my ass and I was begging for
more.  I don't know how long we kept this fucking up, but every
time he plunged he kept saying: "I love to fuck your ass."  My only
response was:  "Drive the cock deep and fuck me."  After a few more
minutes he made one more lunge and I could feel that thick black
cock throbbing inside of me and at the same time my cock spilled it
cum all over my stomach.  We collapsed in each others arms and he
said: "I hope you get a chance to do the same thing to me."  I
said: "If you want we can, I'd love to fuck your buns, but lets go
for dinner and try your ass out later on in the evening."  He
agreed and has since moved in.  Damn, I remember that first hot
fuck.