Learning From The Coach
by: Peter
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Coach Laughton came onto the minibus and tossed his clipboard on the dash.  He turned to the players with a big smile.

"You guys did an outstanding job today. I'm proud of you; proud as hell. I just wish we could've had some fans here to see you.  But, you can take pride in yourselves and each other.  We’re going to get you fed now, then to bed.  You've got a bigger day tomorrow."

"Yeah, Dover's not going to be easy," one of the boys said.

"Hey, I want you guys competing against the best," Coach said.  "I would rather you lose against the best than win against a bunch of pussies."

"I didn't see any pussies there today," Kody Brant said. "This has been the toughest match in my four years of wrestling."

"But think of what it's going to feel like when you prove you're the toughest of the tough," Coach said.

"Where're we eating, Coach?" someone asked.

"Anybody for steak?" Coach Laughton asked with a tight grin.

"Yeah, right. I've barely got enough money for a hot dog," someone said.

Coach Laughton slid into the driver's seat and started the bus.  He pulled out of the school parking lot and drove downtown, past several fast food places, to a place on the edge of town called Andy's Steak House.  The boys all peered out the windows, bewildered that he would be pulling in.

"Coach, I don't have enough money for this," someone said.

Coach Laughton killed the engine and stood up.  "It's taken care of," he said with a tight smile. 

"By whom? Not you, Coach.  We're not going to let you….."

"One of our alumni supporters approached me just before we left and told me to feed you guys steak on this trip, win or lose."

"Oh, man.  Who?"

"He insisted on remaining anonymous."

"Wow!"

Inside, Coach Laughton told the hostess he needed a table for seven.  When she frowned he told her, "This is my wrestling team and they do everything as a team; that includes eating."

The hostess and a waitress pushed several tables together so the boys could sit around them like it was one big table.

"Did our alumni supporter say what kind of steaks we could have?" someone asked as he was looking over the menu.

"Or how many?" another boy asked.

"Order whatever you want, it's covered," Coach said.

"We really ought to be able to thank this guy, whoever he is."

"I already thanked him," Coach said.

The six young athletes enjoyed the undivided attention of two pretty waitresses, laughing and joking with them without being rude or obnoxious.  They also attracted the attention of the manager, a thirtyish man of athletic stature himself.  He approached the table beside Coach Laughton.

"You boys save room for dessert, on the house," he said, laying his hand on Kody Brant's muscular shoulder. "I want to commend you all on your behavior. You're a credit to your school, and I wish you well tomorrow. I was a wrestler myself a few years ago. Being from here, I can't hope you win, but I do wish you well, and may the best man win."

They thanked him with all modesty. After they had eaten their fill and flirted with the waitress a little more, Coach Laughton paid the bill and they boarded the bus to drive to the motel. When he was given four keys, Coach Laughton questioned it.

“We have reservations for two rooms with two double beds,” he said.

“Yes, but I’ve put you in the older part where your boys can be as boisterous as they like without bothering anyone,” the desk clerk explained.

“My boys aren’t boisterous,” Coach said with a scowl, without picking up the keys.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have two rooms with double beds available at this point,” the clerk said.  “But don’t worry, the cost of the four rooms will be the same.”

Coach Laughton picked up the keys and walked out.  He drove around to the back of the motel and parked in front of the rooms.  “They put us in the cattle barn, afraid you boys would make too much noise,” he said sarcastically.  “We’ll be in four rooms, two to a room.”

“I don’t really care, Coach, just so I’ve got a bed,” one of the boys said.

“Kody, you’re odd man out, you’re bunking with me.  I hope you don’t snore.” Coach said.

They separated to go to their respective rooms.  Coach gave Kody their key and waited till the others were all in their rooms before he went in.

“Well, he had one room with a double bed,” Kody said when Coach came into the room.  “It’s not so bad, though, we’ll both fit.”

“Well, we won’t be coming back here,” Coach growled.  “Do you want the shower first?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Kody said.

“Why don’t you take it first, that’ll give you a head start on getting to sleep,” Coach said as he turned on the television.

Kody peeled off his shirt and tossed it on the bed, followed by his jeans after he’d stepped out of his sneakers, then he pulled his shorts down.  He stepped out of them, kicked them up in the air and snatched them with one hand, all under the watchful eye of Coach Laughton, although the boy didn’t know it.

Coach watched him walk into the bathroom, following his tight, round butt with great interest. It all came back each time he saw one or all of his athletes in various states of undress, fueling the constant struggle that waged inside him.  Suddenly he realized the unique situation he was in.  He’d never been alone like this with any of his athletes, let alone in such intimate quarters. Kody was taking his time in the shower, which gave Coach time to ponder and dismiss the thoughts that were creeping into his mind. It wasn’t easy to relegate the disturbing thoughts to the back of his mind.

Kody came out of the bathroom naked, drying his hair, not unlike back in the school locker room. “I left it running for you, Coach,” he said.  “And hey, is it okay if I sleep naked?  I do at home.”

“However’s comfortable for you,” Coach said. He got up from the bed and skinned off his T-shirt and tossed it aside. Stepping out of his sneakers as he unbuckled his belt he became acutely aware of the uniqueness of the situation. He had never been naked in front of his athletes, and he thought he should go in the bathroom to finish undressing.  But such a display of modesty might seem odd after Kody had stripped down in the room. He took the moment to dig around in his bag for his shaving gear.  Not that he was going to shave but he didn’t like using motel soap and stuff; he always carried his own.  He also got a pair of clean briefs. He was poised to go in the bathroom but decided against it. Even after he’d taken off his pants and socks, he almost kept his shorts on but quickly opted out of that, too.  He peeled his shorts down and off and tossed them with his shirt, then he walked into the bathroom.  He didn’t notice if Kody watched him; he was afraid to look.

With the image of the young wrestler in his head, his hardon wasn’t slow coming on when he got under the warm shower. He stroked it a few times but then let go and gave it a hard whack. He tilted his face into the shower spray and uttered a prayer to get through the night.

As he was drying off he realized he hadn’t brought his shorts into the bathroom. Well, fuck it, there’s always a first time and this would be it, the first time any of his wrestlers saw him naked. He dried off but exited the bathroom with the towel around his waist. Kody was stretched out on his bed with the sheet pulled barely up to his waist, low enough to reveal the top of his bush.  Coach took off his towel and picked up the clean shorts. He saw Kody glance over at him as he was about to put them on.

“You don’t sleep naked, huh, Coach?” he remarked casually.

He was taken aback and he stood there for a couple of seconds, smiling at the boy’s remark and holding his shorts in his hand.

“If you do, don’t change a good habit just because of me, Coach,” Kody said.  “It’s just the two of us, and it won’t bother me.”

He suddenly felt foolish that he had seemingly allowed the boy to become the adult.

“Probably shouldn’t mention this, though,” he said, tossing his shorts aside. “Not even to the other guys.”

“I know. After the scandal at that university, people tend to think the worst.  But we’re not little boys,” Kody said.

“No, you’re not.  But still…..”

“Don’t worry, what goes on in this room stays in this room,” he joked, laughing.

Coach climbed in the bed naked and pulled the sheet up to his waist, a little higher than Kody’s sheet.  Kody had turned his attention back to the television. 

“I can turn this off if it bothers you,” he said after a moment.

“Won’t bother me, but you do have to get a good night’s sleep,” Coach reminded him.

“Yeah, I know,” he said as he reached over and turned out the light.  “I always have trouble sleeping before a match, though.”

Coach turned onto his side in time to see Kody roll over onto his stomach.  The sheet pulled down off his butt and he left it there.  Coach lay in the quiet, gazing at the athlete’s muscular upper body and his tight, round butt, and he prayed again to get through the night.  His private moment was suddenly interrupted when Kody rolled over on his side.  He tugged at the sheet but it didn’t completely cover his midsection and Coach could make out his hefty cock hanging over his thigh.

“I’ve got a question for you, Coach.  Do you think wrestling is a gay sport?”

Coach was taken aback by the question.  “Where is this coming from?  Who’s been saying that?” he asked.

“I’ve read it, about wrestling and rugby. You know, because of the tight, one-on-one body contact.  And how, in the beginning, they wrestled naked.”

“There’s no such thing as a gay sport,” Coach said.  “There are gay athletes in every sport, but the sport itself isn’t gay.”

“But if most of the athletes in that sport are gay, wouldn’t that make it a gay sport?”

“Kody, are you questioning your sexuality?” Coach asked.

“No,” he replied quickly.  “Just making conversation.”

“Then let’s leave it for another time.  Get some sleep. You’ve gotta kick some ass tomorrow.”

It was quiet for a time, till the young athlete’s voice broke the silence.  “Maybe I am, Coach,” he said in a raspy whisper.

Coach came out of his half slumber. “Kody…..?”

“And it can’t wait till another time,” the boy said. “This is the first time I’ve had the opportunity to bring it up, and the courage at the same time.”

Coach roused himself to reach over and turn on the lamp.

“No, leave the light off,” Kody said, drawing the covers up over his head.

“Son, you’re bringing it out in the open; you’re gonna have to face it in the light of day,” Coach told him.

“I will, when the light of day comes,” Kody said.

“So, when did you start doubting yourself?” Coach asked as he pulled the covers off the boy’s face, all the way down to his waist.  Kody lay there with his eyes closed and didn’t say anything.  “Maybe you’re not ready to talk about it,”  Coach said.

“I am,” Kody said.  “I have to, ‘cause I may never get this chance again.”

“Kody, you can come and talk to me anytime you want,” Coach said.

“I know you’ve always said that.”

“And what part of it didn’t you understand?”

“I was scared to.  I’m scared now.”

“I can see that.  So I’ll ask again, when did you start doubting yourself?”

“About six months ago, when I started seeing guys differently, when I started having… these feelings.”

“What feelings?  And what do you mean by seeing guys differently?”

“Well, before, they were just my teammates. Then one day something happened; it was when I was practicing with Ryan.”

“What happened?” Coach asked when the boy clammed up. “You have to talk to me, Kody.”

“It was early Saturday morning and Ryan showed up and I could tell he’d just got out of the shower ‘cause his hair was still damp and he smelled good.  We were getting dressed to practice and when he took off his jeans he had on his jockstrap. I thought that was strange, you know because we don’t wear jocks when we wrestle, and I joked about it.  He said he was wearing it because sometimes he got a hardon. That really surprised me but I kept joking about it.  I reached out and snapped his jock and said I thought I was the only one that happened to.  He grabbed me and picked me up and carried me over to the mats and dropped me over his knee and the match was on; he started wrestling me.  Not a big deal, right? Two guys wrestling around, not too serious at first but then he got serious so I had to.” 

“After a few minutes, long enough to work up a sweat, that’s when it happened. I could tell he’d just shaved; his face was smooth instead of bristly like it usually is, and I got a whiff of his aftershave and deodorant mixed with his sweat and it was like, Wow!  I can’t explain it, Coach, it was like I’d been hit with a drug.  I started to bone up. I tried to get free, I even tapped out but he wouldn’t let up, and then he noticed.  That’s not the first time it’s happened for either of us but we didn’t ignore it this time. He grabbed me and gave my cock a hard squeeze and said something like I must sure be glad to see him. It hit me between the eyes, Coach, ‘cause hard as I was trying to get away from him, I wanted to stay right there, pinned and helpless, and his hand squeezing me felt so good.”  Then suddenly, he started to cry.

“Hey, Whoa!”  Coach said, reaching out with his arm across his chest.  He felt the boy’s body wracked with quiet sobs and moved over against him to hold him tight.  “It’s nothing to get upset about, Kody,” he said.

“Isn’t it, that I might be gay?” he managed to ask through his sobs.

“Even if you might be gay, which I doubt,” Coach said as he began rubbing the boy’s stomach to calm him down.  “Look, this is something that I’m sure happens to thousands of boys every day. But first, tell me how it ended with you and Ryan.”

“Ryan sensed that things had gotten too serious all of a sudden and he let me go and walked away.  He said maybe we should skip practice and he started getting dressed.  I just sat there on the mats with my knees cocked up and my head down on my arms.  I couldn’t look at him.  Neither of us said anything till he was leaving and he walked by and ruffled my hair and said it was no big deal.”

“How has Ryan been since then?”

“Great.  No different.”

“Then it was no big deal,” Coach said.

“Maybe not for him.  But it was for me. It was like a layer of armor was peeled back and I was exposed.”

“Not if he hasn’t treated you any differently.  And he’s the one that grabbed your cock.”

“You wrestled in high school and college and the Navy; did anything like that ever happen to you?” Kody asked.  When Coach hesitated he said, “It did, didn’t it?”

“Once in high school, a couple of times in college,” he admitted.

“What about the one time in high school?” When Coach hesitated again he said, “Are you going to tell me or not, Coach? I would really like to hear about it, all of the times, but especially about the time in high school.  I think it’d help me understand.”

“Alright, but it can’t go beyond this room.”

“I would never tell anyone, Coach; you can trust me on that.”

“I was a freshman, the other guy was a senior. You know the gap between freshmen and seniors; physical and social.  I was a 150 pound freshman, he must’ve had an easy fifty pounds on me, all solid muscle.”

“I can hardly imagine you at 150 pounds,” he said.

“Well, I was, and I was awed by the guy.  It was hard not to look at him in the locker room. There was nothing sexual about it, it was just that he was so damned big and studly, I wanted to be like him. Well, one day he noticed me looking at him.  He probably noticed before, but that day he called me on it.  He was right, of course; I was sitting on a bench drying my feet and staring at him standing at his locker in his jockstrap.  I couldn’t believe how he filled that thing out.  Well, I could, I saw him naked all the time, but the way he filled out a jockstrap was almost criminal.  I didn’t even see him look around, my focus was elsewhere, till he started coming toward me.  That’s when I looked up and he was smiling and walking toward me.” 

“When he got right in front of me, he reached down and squeezed the front of his jockstrap and asked me if I wanted some of that.  I was so scared, I was tongue-tied. I honestly never had any thoughts about doing anything like that; I was just admiring his body.  I forgot to say we were alone in the locker room for some reason, I don’t remember how that happened.  Anyway, I couldn’t speak. I could feel my face getting hot.  I about fainted when he put his hand on my shoulder. He said, ‘Come on, let’s go back to the showers.’  I was helpless.  I stood up and followed him back to the showers, my eyes glued to his butt.  He turned on a shower and when I started to turn one on he told me I could share his.  I did what he said.  I went under his shower and just stood there like a dummy; I was frozen to the spot.  He laughed and took my wrist and guided my hand to his jockstrap and told me not to be scared.  He said it would be our secret.” 

“I was in a daze.  I barely realized that I was being pushed to my knees, then he was pushing his jock into my face and I could feel his cock, so damned big and meaty.  After grinding himself into my face he pulled the front of his jock down and his cock and balls fell out right in my face.  I nearly fainted; partly because of what he expected me to do, and partly because I wanted to do it. He dug his thumbs into my mouth to pry it open and forced his cock in my mouth.  I say forced, but I didn’t try to get away from him. I have to admit I relaxed my mouth so he could do it.  Next thing I knew, I was sucking his cock.” 

“I told myself I had no choice, he was forcing me. I told myself that for a long time afterwards. It took me a long time to face the truth, that I wanted to do it, that he didn’t have to hold my head like that. We were well into it before it dawned on me that he might cum in my mouth.  I was terrified of that. I was afraid of what it would taste like, scared I might get sick.”  Coach paused to get his breath; just then realizing that he was getting excited just telling the story.

“So what’d you do?” Kody asked.

“The only thing I could do.  He was holding my head and fucking my mouth. I took his load.  I thought he was going to drown me. I choked but he kept cumming and holding my head and telling me I could do it.”

“Did you swallow it?”

“I had to. He wouldn’t let me go till I did. He really was forcing me then.”

“You didn’t get sick, did you?”

“No, surprisingly.”

“How’d you feel about it afterwards?”

“In a daze.  I was numb for days. I couldn’t believe I’d let it happen.”

“Did it ever happen again?” Kody asked.

“No, it was close to graduation and Ryan graduated and I never saw him again.

“What about the time in college? Can you tell me about that, too?” Kody asked.

“I was a freshman,” Coach began after a short pause.  “You’re a greenie when you start high school and you’re a greenie again when you start college.  I was down in the laundry room, in the basement of the dorm, dumping my clothes in the washer.  I’d seen other guys do it so I did too; I took off my shorts and tossed them in. Just then another guy walked in. He was a freshman, too.  I didn’t know him well but we spoke in the hallways.  He said, ‘I see you’re catching on,’ talking about me taking off my shorts and tossing them in the washer.  I said it seemed like a good idea. He laughed and said it looked like a real good idea.  I was smart enough to know he was talking about me being naked. He did the same thing.  But before he put his clothes in the washer he bent over and reached way down in the machine for something.  He said he was checking for loose change. But he didn’t raise up and he was bent over way longer than it took to check for change.  Still bent over, he looked around and said, ‘Do I have to draw you a picture?’  I told him I didn’t know what he meant.  He said he was dying to find out what my big cock would feel like plowing his ass.”

“Wow!  Did you do it?  Did you fuck him?”

“I’m afraid so. The way he was bent over the washer like that with his legs spread out, there was no way I could not fuck him. He got a bottle of lube out of his laundry basket and lubed up his butt and then my cock then he guided me in and reared back on my cock all the way.”

“Man, that must’ve been pretty hot,” Kody said.  “But why’d you say, I’m afraid so, Coach?”

“Well, that was something I was taught wasn’t right. I felt guilty about it later but while I was doing it I thought how could this not be right. And I didn’t feel guilty for very long.” He took a deep breath.  “And now you wanta know about the Navy?”

“I’d sure like to if you willing to tell me.”

“I don’t have many secrets now, do I?  So I might as well.”

“Could I ask you something first, Coach”

“Shoot.”

“Do you think it’s wrong that I’ve got a hardon listening to you tell about your experiences?  Cause I tell you, it’s like listening to a porn story.”

“It’s not wrong, it’s a perfectly natural reaction,” Coach told him.

“Good, ‘cause I sure got one.” With that he lowered his knee which had held the sheet up to hide his hard cock.  The sheet was tented and drawn down past his pubes, right at the base of his cock.

“Don’t be ashamed of it,” Coach said as he used his toes to tug the sheet down further, completely exposing the boy’s cock, while still keeping his own manhood concealed.  “That is nothing to be ashamed of, Kody,” he said.

“So tell me about the Navy,” Kody said.  “First, did you ever do anything else in college?”

“Yes, several times. I found out that guy sex was pretty rampant in college.  I say guy sex because I don’t think it was all gay sex. Oh, there were gay guys eager and willing and there was a lot of it going on in the dorm rooms. But there was just as much that went on down in the basement of the student union building, in the old part of the restroom.  There was a big glory hole in the partition of the last stall and you could walk in there and shove your cock through the hole and there was always somebody on the other side waiting to suck your cock.”

“What college did you go to, Coach? I think I want to go to that college,” Kody joked.

“Back to the Navy,” Coach said.  “Everything was fine at first. I did my share of drinking and whoring around.  Then we shipped out.  That meant six months at sea with no women in sight.  I’d heard stories about sailors at sea but I was afraid to believe them, and I never saw any signs of anything like that going on.  I did okay for the first month or so, worked in a few jackoff sessions, but that’s a big no-no in the military so I had to be real careful.  Then one night, late at night, I changed into my PT shorts and went down to the gym to work out.  It was the best time because it was mostly deserted at that hour. I was well into my workout, really focused, and I didn’t know there was anyone else there till I heard the door close and the guy spoke.  I didn’t really know him, only that his last name was Collier, and that by his name on his shirt. He was a big guy, very muscular, but not hulking or awkward, he moved with the grace of a cat.”

“He was friendly enough; the conversation was casual, talking about things on the ship, till I went over to the squat rack.  He sort of followed me and then just stood and watched.  After the first set he told me I had incredible legs. I laughed and asked him if he’d looked in the mirror lately, ‘cause he was really built. He said, ‘Yeah, but I don’t have the definition that you do.’  I added more weight and he stuck close as I did the second set then asked if I needed a spot on the last set.  I told him, yeah, I would appreciate it. So he stood behind me with his hands loosely around my waist and watched in the mirror as I did the set.  He gave me an assist as I did the last two reps then helped to make sure I got the barbell racked. He said, ‘Fuck, man, I wish I had your legs.’”

“There was something in the way he said it that struck me as odd. I glanced at him in the mirror and our eyes met for a couple of seconds, and a chill went through me.  I quickly glanced away, then back and he was still looking at me. Then he said in an even tone, ‘I mean that literally; those thighs would look and feel great locked around my head.’”

“Wow!” Kody whispered.

“I was stunned to silence,” Coach went on. “I just looked at him. He smiled a goofy smile and said, ‘I hope I haven’t freaked you out, but I’ve noticed you a lot, the way you fill out your clothes, and especially your butt and how your thighs flex inside your pants.’  I told him I wasn’t freaked out, just surprised as hell.  He told me he’d locked the door.  I said okay. He put his hand on the small of my back and sort of guided me to one of the benches.  He told me to lay back against the barbell, which I did.  Then he sat on the end of the bench and ran his hands up and down my legs, squeezing my thighs and saying stuff like, ‘Fuck!’ and “Godd, so massive!’”

Coach then noticed that Kody’s hand around his cock was moving ever so slightly and he smiled.

“He ran his hands up the leg of my shorts and squeezed the pouch of my jock from both sides.  Then he pulled on my shorts and I lifted up so he could take them off of me.  My jockstrap pulled down with them and he pulled that off too.  By that time my cock was rising to the occasion.  He leaned down and took it in his mouth and at the same time brought my legs up on his shoulders.  He looked up at me and told me to lock them tight and fuck his throat. It was pretty incredible. I mean it was hard to look down and see this big stud in a head lock, sucking my cock like that.” 

Kody’s hand was moving steadily now, stroking his big cock.

“He was hungry for it; hungry for me, I learned later,” Coach went on.  “When I’d try to ease off he would urge me on, gobbling my cock like a hungry wolf.  I figured out that he wanted it rough and it became obvious that he wanted my load.  So I gave it to him rough till he got me off. It was a good thing my cock was in his mouth to muffle his groans.  He sucked me till I couldn’t take it anymore but then he wrapped his arms around my thighs to hold them tight around his head for a while longer.  Finally, he rose up and thanked me.  Thanked me, mind you.”

Coach heard Kody swallow.  “That was fuckin’ hot,” he said in a husky voice.

“Yeah, I can see it got to you,” Coach said jokingly, nodding to the boy’s cock. 

Kody quickly pulled is hand away and started to reach for the sheet but Coach held it with his foot to prevent him from covering up.

“It’s okay. I told you, that’s nothing to be ashamed of.  You’re eighteen, right?”

“Yeah, about a month ago,” Kody replied. 

“Then go ahead and take care of it if you want to.”

“Naw, that’s okay,” Kody said, laying his hand across his stomach, trying to ignore his throbbing cock.

“I was hoping you would, that’d give me an excuse to do the same,” Coach said.

Kody snapped his head around to his coach holding onto his own cock, squeezing it till it was purplish. Kody’s eyes bugged out at the size of it.

“You serious, Coach?  You wanta jerk off together?” Kody asked in a croaking voice.

“Dead serious,” Coach said and reached out for Kody’s cock. “We agreed that what happens in this room stays in this room,” he reminded him.

“Yeah,” he said, staring down at his coach’s hand around his cock. Then he took hold of his own cock and began stroking it, tentatively at first, then with a more steady rhythm.

“Man, you’re big, Coach,” Kody said, his voice still husky.

“You’re not doing so bad yourself,” Coach said.

“How big is it, in inches, do you know?”

“Nine or so,” Coach replied.

“Man, I hope I can get that big.”

“Looks like you’re well on your way,” Coach said. There were more quiet moments, and then he said, “You know, Kody, I’ve always heard another guy’s hand feels better.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that too, but only in joking around.”

“Wanta find out?” Coach asked.

“If you do,” Kody said and he moved his hand as Coach reached out for his cock.  “Ohhhh,” he moaned softly as the man’s big, rough hand encircled his cock and began stroking it.

“Feeling better all ready?” Coach joked.

“Yeah, lots better than my hand,” Kody said. He didn’t know why it took so much courage for him to reach for Coach’s cock but he finally did. It felt wonderful in his hand, so big and powerful.  He could feel the blood pumping through the big veins around the shaft.  “I can’t even get my hand around it,” he said.

“You ever do this with another boy?” Coach asked.

“No.”

“Did hearing my stories give you the idea that you’d want to?” Coach asked.

“Some… I mean, my imagination sort of ran wild while you were telling them,” Kody said. “But I wouldn’t know…. you know, what to do anyway… with another guy.” 

“Telling those stories brought back a lot of memories for me,” Coach said. Then, “Kody, do you want me to show you….what to do?”  He saw the boy’s lips move but no words came out and he didn’t wait for his answer.  He leaned down and took the boy’s cock in his mouth and swallowed it.

“Ohh, Godd!” Kody gasped as he squeezed Coach’s cock so hard that he rose up and whispered for him to ease up. He loosened his grip but kept a good strong hold on it.  He lay there with his eyes closed, almost afraid to look down for fear that the dream would vanish.  Finally he did lift his head to watch and he could hardly believe his eyes; the coach’s muscular neck bulging as he lifted and lowered his head, his lips locked around the girth of his cock, moving up and down on it. He couldn’t believe how he was swallowing his cock.  “Godd, Coach!” he whispered.

Coach lifted his head, smiling.  “That feeling good?”

“Oh, Godd!  I can’t believe how good it feels.”

“When you get ready to cum, don’t worry about it, I’ll take it,” Coach said.

“In your mouth? You want me to cum in your mouth?”

Coach simply nodded and Kody lay back to enjoy.

After a while, when the excitement grew more intense he asked, “Coach…. can I do it?”

“Absolutely.”  He rose up and turned around on the bed so they were head to toe so his cock was readily available to the curious boy. He lay on his side, offering his cock, and resumed sucking Kody’s cock. 

It took a moment for Kody to actually try reciprocating.  He first fondled the man’s heavy balls while he stroked his cock with his other hand.  With a bit more courage, he licked all around the head, getting his first taste of precum.  Finally, he took the head in his mouth and locked his lips around the gristled rim. It made Coach groan with pleasure.  When he began sucking the thick meat, Coach groaned all the louder.

Kody retreated to ask, “Am I doing it right, Coach?”

“You’re doing fine, Kody.  Just don’t stop.  Please don’t stop.”

“Okay,” he said, laughing softly.  “But I don’t know if I wanta take your load.”

“You don’t have to.  I’ll warn you,” Coach said.

There was only the soft pleasurable moans, then, mixed with the wet, slurping sounds as the man and boy moved in unison to give and take their pleasure from one another. Being their first time together they were not attuned to one another’s pleasure which contributed to an all-too-early end.  Kody tried awkwardly to let Coach know that he was getting close but he never took his mouth off his cock to speak the words.  Coach caught on only at the last minute when ropes of thick, warm cum began spurting into his mouth.  It caught him by surprise and suddenly his own climax was upon him. He lost his concentration and was able to give the boy the promised warning barely seconds before he started cumming himself. And to do that he had to get off Kody’s exploding cock to issue the guttural warning, “I’m cumming, Kody!” and that’s when he got his face whitewashed with his boy cum before he could get back the belching cock. 

He was stunned when Kody didn’t retreat and he was suddenly cumming in the boy’s mouth. Maybe he didn’t hear him. Or maybe he changed his mind.  Either way, the decision was his to make, and he needed to make it quickly before he got a mouthful.

It all happened so fast and in such a whirlwind of lust and passion that neither of them was fully aware till on the downside of their mutual climax. As Coach finished swallowing the fresh boy cum he became worried about Kody who was left with his mouthful of cockmeat and cum to deal with.  He quickly grabbed a handful of the sheet and shoved it down to him.

“Here, spit it out if you need to,” he told him.

But Kody kept sucking and wallowing the thick ball juice in his mouth as if he wanted to extract all the flavor from it before spitting it out, or swallowing it.  Finally, Coach heard and felt the boy gulping it down.  He swallowed several times before he released his cock with a loud gush of air.

“Fuck!” he swore softly, rolling onto his back.

Coach rose up and sat beside him.  “You didn’t have to do that,” he said

“I know.  But you did it, and I wanted to try it.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

Coach stretched out beside him and shoved his arm under his head and pulled him close.  “You don’t have to be okay with it,” he told him. “I mean, it’s not something you ever have to do again.”

“I don’t know if I will ever again but I’m glad I tried it.”

A few days later Kody came into Coach’s office with a bounce in his step and closed the door.  “Well, I guess I’m not gay after all,” he said.

“Oh, was there some doubt?” Coach asked, surprised.

“A little, after what we did,” Kody said. “But I got laid last night so it’s all okay.”

“Was that the first time you’ve had sex with a girl?” Coach asked.

“No but I wanted to make sure everything still worked like it’s supposed to,” Kody said.

“Kody, you should have come and talked to me.  Being gay isn’t something you turn on and off; it’s not something you change into.  You are or you’re not, and you shouldn’t have thought for a moment that you are gay. Experimenting with sex with another boy or man doesn’t make you gay. It makes you a normal, curious boy, nothing more.”

“Well, the jury might still be out on that for a while, Coach.”

“Why?”

“Well, I’ve had sex three different times, with two different girls, and none of those times compared with what you and I did together.”

“I’m not sure if that’s a bad thing or a good thing, but before you put too much stock in that comparison, ask yourself how the girls stacked up against each other. You said you had sex with one girl twice.  Did you go back to her because she was better than the other girl?”

“No, not really.  She was available and willing,” he said, laughing.

“So you get my point,” Coach said.

“Which brings me to another point.  Do you think you and I might do it again sometime?”

“Are you making yourself available and willing?” Coach joked.

“It’s more about the curiosity thing,” Kody said.  “I know there’s more you could show me.”

“There is,” Coach said.

“Then….?”

“Yes, anytime you’re ready.”

“And if I said I was ready now…..”  He groped the front of his PE shorts.  “I locked the door, Coach.”

The End

Posted: 10/03/14