Date: Sat, 30 May 2009 09:20:09 +0000
From: Chris The Dj <musicfreak58@hotmail.com>
Subject: Working out with the Coach part 1

As Chris walked up to the coach's office he kept thinking it was odd that
he was singled out among the class to "help" weight train.  He wasn't the
biggest or the strongest kid in his class but apparently coach Crawford saw
potential in this senior.  Chris was not very tall in fact he was only 5'7"
with buzzed dirty blond hair.  He had a large chest and shoulders and a
matching gut.  A combination of muscle and fat that showed he was big but
didn't care that much about being in peak physical form.  He had large
calves and thighs which made him a good rugby player and had a solid core
which commonly gave him the nickname "hoss".

Chris knocked on the door a few times hoping that the coach would possibly
be in the showers.  Chris had always wanted to see coach naked because of
his muscular body and obvious package that he displayed in class.  He was
not tall either, actually about 5'5" but had a solid build with gray buzzed
hair and a nice bubble butt for a 47 year old single man.  Unfortunately
the door was soon opened by the hot muscle dad of a coach.  He smiled and
asked Chris to come in.  Neither were in workout clothes so they proceeded
to head to the locker room.  To Chris's disappointment the coach went back
into his office to change while he found his own locker and realized he
didn't have any clean workout clothes hanging.  There was an already used
tank top on the bottom of the locker with a sweaty jock and running shorts.
He had not brought multiple sets of clothing to work out in since he had
only found out three periods ago that he was going to stay after and not
wanting to miss his chance alone with the coach agreed to the workout
without realizing the lack of clean clothing.  So he decided sweaty workout
clothes were better than jeans and a t shirt and though the jock and shirt
were still fairly moist the shorts were almost completely dry.

After locking his locker back up he went out into the weight room to find
coach Crawford in shorts and a hoodie.  They both started stretching when
the coach took a deep breath catching a wave of Chris's already used gym
clothes.

"I notice your shirt is still pretty soaked from 5th period Chris, I can go
grab a shirt from my office if you'd like?"

As Chris was flattered by the gesture he smiled quietly and replied,

"Well I tend to sweat quite a bit so I don't think that another shirt will
help for very long.  And since you made us do an extra 75 pushups I don't
think it's necessary to get another shirt all sweaty."

Though coach Crawford had been used to orders being taken much less offers
being refused he thought it was cute that Chris refused an offer of his.
So he sternly replied,

"Since you don't want to get another shirt sweaty then I suggest you remove
the already used one you are wearing now.  There are no girls here so there
is no reason to be embarrassed."

As Chris got up from stretching he glad fully obeyed the suggestion
thankful for his jockstrap because he had started to sport a little wood at
the words of his coach telling him what to do.  As Chris draped the shirt
over a few unused weight racks coach Crawford started placing a few small
weights for warming up on the bench press.  Chris looked confused since the
coach had already taken the class through a pretty extensive chest routine
today.  But he lay down on the bench with the coach standing over him ready
to spot if needed.  After a few reps the coach was sweating a bit from
doing very little and realized he had left the heat on in the weights room.

"Sorry Chris take a quick break I need to go and turn the air down a little
I left the heat on."

To which Chris replied, "Oh I don't mind sweating a little extra
. . . isn't it good for the muscles to work out in a warmer temperature
anyways?"  He question.

"If you don't mind I will leave it on.  Think I might just take off my
hoodie for the time being."

Chris's heart raced as he watched the man he had fantasized about for the
past 4 years take off his sweatshirt revealing a furry muscle chest and
lickable muscle gut.

"I figured if you were going to work out without shirt I might as well
too."

As the work out progressed they chit chatted about the upcoming prom dance
revealing to coach Crawford that Chris did not have a date that he would
not be going at all.

"I don't know" Chris said in between reps. "I just never was that
interested in any particular girl."

Before the coach could reply he noticed that Chris was starting to give way
to his bench press and moved forward a little bit and placed his hands on
the bar.

"Keep on pushing . . . that's it.  Keep coming you got it."

The bar was back in the starting position resting in place.

"I think I might need to take a break for a minute coach.  My chest is
killing me."  Chris said with a frustrated look on his face.

"No.  You don't need a break I think you can handle one more set.  Just
count them out with your breathing and as you start to lose power I will
spot you."

"One" . . . no problems.

"Two" . . . the coach notice a little unsteadiness and places his hands to
spot.

"Three" . . . he noticed that he needed to move up to get a better spot.

"Four" as the coach moved up a little more he was right above Chris's face
a bit of sweat dropped onto his chest.

"Five" Chris looked up and noticed that the coach was not wearing a
jockstrap and could see the edge of his large sack.

"Six" as Chris slowly pushed he started to give way a little more than
before felling the fire in his pecs.

"Seven" the coach was lifting almost %30 of the weight and readjusted
himself accordingly.

"Eight" The coach's crotch was now directly above Chris's face and the bar
was placed at the starting position.

"Awwww fuck that hurts coach."  Chris cried out after the last bench press.

"But it's a good pain," he replied.  But after the weights no longer being
spotted by the coach he didn't move back to his original position.

"Remember how I said I wasn't interested in any particular girl coach
. . . the truth is I'm not interested in any girls."  Chris said nervously
and out of breath.  As the last few words exited from Chris's mouth the
coach started to pull down his shorts exposing his tangerine size balls and
soft cock.  The package the coach Crawford had been keeping in hiding was
not so much of a big dick as it was a humungous pair of balls.  Coach
Crawford proceeded by leaning forward and Chris arched his head back to
place the coaches nuts in his mouth.  As the coach moaned in delight he
inserted his thumbs as Chris's waistband pulling down the running shorts
exposing a rock hard 8x6 inch curved to the right dick trapped in a jock.
He pulled aside the jock and leaned forward to swallow the half cut curved
dick.  As he slurped on the swollen cock head the coach started to pull on
Chris's egg sized nuts.  As Chris groaned in pleasure the coach realized he
wanted more.  He started to pull harder and harder as Chris pulled the
coach's nuts out of his mouth to painfully express his pleasure.

"Fuck coach pull harder . .  . aaaaaaahhhhhhhh, your gonna make me cum."

Immediately the coach stopped.

"We can't have that now we just got started and I want to use the boy hole
of yours."  As the coach walked around the bench while removing the shorts
he was so used to working out in.  The coach proceeded to pull off Chris's
shorts and jockstrap lifting the jock to his nose and getting a good whiff
before shoving it in Chris's mouth.

"This is to muffle the moaning son."  He said with a playful grin on his
face.  He walked to his office and grabbed some elbow grease from the back
of a cupboard that was hidden behind a bunch of books.  The coach lifted
Chris's legs in the air and rested Chris's feet on his shoulders.  With the
jar of opened elbow grease in one hand and lubed fingers in the other.  He
slowly inserted one finger up to the knuckle into Chris's virgin ass hole
as Chris moaned loudly.

"Thought you were going to be loud," the coach said playfully "Push out and
it will make it easier to handle."  As the coach inserted a second finger,
running them around Chris's ass hole.  He started to push and pull his
fingers faster and faster warming up Chris's ass hole as he writhed in
pleasure the coach inserted a third finger.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFPPPPFFFFFFFF!!!!" Chris yelled into his sweaty
jockstrap.

"Don't worry it will only get better," Replied the coach.  As he started to
lube his ever growing cock.  Chris had not been imagining things as he saw
the coach's dick increase in length to about 6" but it kept getting wider
and wider making a beer can look skinny.  The head of the monstrous cock
looked like it had reached the size of a light bulb.

"Remember to push out son . . ., " as Coach Crawford pulled out his fingers
he penetrated the tight asshole in the same breath.  As Chris let out
another muffled scream the door to the coaches office opened and closed.
Neither one was paying attention as coach Hughes walked in on Crawford
pumping Chris's ass repeatedly as he moaned in pleasure.  Coach Hughes was
not at all surprised by the scene and slowly started to remove his shirt as
Chris looked over in shock and lust.  The other coach he had been
fantasizing about as he jacked off was stripping before him.  The 35 year
old assistant football coach who had a nice chest, little belly, and horse
cock that drove all the cheer leaders and football players wild continued
to strip down to a white polyester jockstrap.

"Afternoon coach Hughes," Crawford said in between thrusts.

"Good to see you coach," coach Hughes replied.  Finishing his thought,
"looks like Chris here needs a new taste in his mouth," as he pulled the
jock out and stepped over his face resting his asshole adjacent to Chris's
ever ready mouth.  As Chris started to tongue fuck coach Hughes coach
Hughes started to twist and turn Chris's nipples.  As Chris moaned into
coach Hughes asshole Crawford started to pull further and further up on
Chris's nuts as he opened up his ass hole more with each thrust.  At this
point Chris was comfortable with Crawford's dick up his ass and was
starting to squeeze down on it almost as if his ass hole was milking coach
Crawford's cock.  As Hughes saw the look in Crawford's eyes that meant he
was ready to cum he stood up from Chris's face and walked around.

"Time for me to pound this hot hoss ass," Hughes exclaimed as Crawford
pulled out of Chris's now gaping hole.  Crawford then proceeded to put
Chris's legs into the hands of Hughes and straddled the young man's chest
pointing a cock that was ready to explode.  As coach Hughes slowly began to
insert his 10 by 10 inch cock Crawford shoved the fingers he had used to
warm up Chris's ass hole into his mouth.

"Suck on these pig," Crawford said in a low tone as he began slowly jerking
his sensitive cock.  Hughes was already in full rhythm fucking Chris's ass
while his low hanging nuts slammed against Chris's cheeks.  Hughes began to
pull Chris's nuts with one hand and jack Chris's dick in the other.

"I'm gonna cum," Chris gargled through the taste of his own ass hole.  As
Chris's body started to convulse with pure pleasure coach Crawford reach
his long awaited climax as well.  The two came simultaneously coach Hughes
caught most of the cum escaping from Chris's cock while Crawford's dick
spewed cum all over Chris's face, throat, and chest. With his hands covered
in cum Crawford began twisting Chris's nipples as Chris continued to
pulsate.  When Chris had finished cumming coach Hughes rub the cum he had
caught all over Chris's nut and worked on the tip of Chris's dick head
making Chris shake with pleasure.  Then Hughes started pumping his horse
cock even deeper in Chris's newly opened up hole.

"AWWWWWWWWWWWW shit coa-," Chris yelled as Crawford stopped the yell with
cum covered fingers.  "Quit yelping boy," He said as he slapped Chris's
sore nipple to make his chest red.  He pulled up Chris's head and forced
his semi hard cum covered dick down Chris's throat.

"Clean this off before you start yelling again."  Crawford said as Hughes
neared his climax.  As Hughes continued pounding Chris's ass hole he was
hitting Chris's prostate which actually started to make Chris hard again.
So Crawford go the idea to move backwards and position himself on top of
Chris's curved dick as coach Hughes came.  As coach Hughes came he moaned
so loud they thought the janitor in the main building would hear.  But when
he was done he pulled out his dick and coach Crawford had the freedom to
ride Chris's dick properly.  Crawford sat all the was down on it and
started to grind his ass hole on Chris's already sensitive dick.  Coach
Hughes then made his way back to Chris's mouth and inserted his cum covered
dick.

"How does your own ass hole taste?" Hughes asked as Crawford replied "He is
probably used to it now that my fingers have been in his mouth."  He
chuckled.  For a second time Chris started to quiver and orgasm as Crawford
violently grinded his ass hole on Chris.  After Chris stopped convulsing
Crawford got up.

"Get up," Hughes said as he and Crawford lifted Chris to his feet.  They
moved him to a shower, but did not turn on the water.  Covered in cum Chris
was in a daze not really caring what happened to him at the moment.

"On your knees," Crawford said as they gently pushed Chris to his knees.
The two coaches started to release a golden flow from their cocks almost at
the same time.  As the piss washed over Chris he thought it was his
imagination but his dick was getting hard again.

"See I told you he would love our piss," Hughes snickered, "open up."  As
Hughes grabbed the back of Chris's head to force feed him piss.  Chris
gulped down every drop.  As the two coaches finished their golden showers
Crawford began to speak.

"Now we know you want more of this and if you want more you will arrive
here tomorrow morning and you will still be wearing the used gym clothes
that you had on earlier.  You will not take a shower and you will not jack
off tonight.  Is that understood?"  Chris nodded obediently.  "Good."
Coach said as he smiled.  "I have a few more people for your ass hole to
meat and they wouldn't want you any other way."