Our emotions were like a roller coaster with each arrival.  Jordan and Adam arrived late Wednesday night.  We’d already had supper and the two younger boys were sleeping in the camper with Nolan, Levi and Jesse.  Jason, Will, Colby and I were sharing a bottle of wine in the living room, listening to Will tell about his relationship with Braden, and he wanted to know about our time in Vietnam. It was surprisingly easy to talk to him about it. I offered to make them something to eat but they’d eaten on the way so we opened another bottle of wine.

Adam was a warehouse foreman and Jordan was a high school teacher and coach. Conversation flowed freely when Jason made it known that we all played for the same team. They were both intrigued with Will’s profession as a model.

Jordan said, “From where I sit you certainly have all the qualifications.”

“Thank you, but I’d like to hear about your job. I’ve always considered teaching a noble profession.”

“Well, the pay isn’t so noble but I enjoy it. I love working with kids, and I do draw down a modest additional salary as a coach but that includes boys’ PE classes as well. Even then, Adam makes more than I do as a warehouse foreman.”

“But he has better fringe benefits,” Adam said. “And I’m not talking about insurance and pension.  Plus he gets summers off.”

“This sounds interesting, the fringe benefits,” Will said. “Would you care to elaborate?”

“I don’t initiate anything,” Jordan said. “But I don’t discourage it either like I should.  And would have but I had no way of knowing things would get so out of hand.”

“Out of hand….you didn’t get in trouble, did you?” Jason asked.

“No. These boys are as tight and tight-lipped as they come. But I did defer certain duties to my assistant coach so I could maintain a safe distance between me and the players. In that regard, I tried.”

“This isn’t exactly elaborating,” Will pointed out.

“Todd—he’s my assistant--is fresh out of college.  He holds a degree in sports medicine and he’s a certified personal trainer, so it’s logical and safer to defer to him the strains and sprains and pulled muscles; anything that requires hands on the athletes. That way I can keep my distance and maintain a hands off approach.”

“That must be very difficult,” Will said.

“It is.  It’s almost heart breaking, but I love my job and I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize it. 

“Well, then, the fringe benefits aren’t what Adam makes them out to be,” I said.

Adam laughed.  “He hasn’t told you about his assistant coach.”

“I don’t inquire into his personal relationship with the players,” Jordan said rather defensively. “That doesn’t mean I don’t hear rumors about some of the goings-on in the locker room and on the team bus….boys will be boys.  But as for me I make it a policy to never be alone with an athlete in the locker room, or have an athlete in my office with the door closed.”

“What if a boy needs to talk to you about something personal?” Jason asked.

“We talk, after everyone is gone, but with the door open.  A couple of the boys have expressed a subtle interest.  Sometimes they’ll come in wearing just a towel or jockstrap or even naked, and they close the door.  I make them open it.”

“But you’re saying that’s a dead-end. So back to your assistant …..Todd, right?” Will said.

“Adam’s right, Todd is a total stud. Typical college jock build, confident air about him. We have our bi-weekly bull sessions behind locked doors.  A lot of times we’ll work out together, shower together, even use the horse tank together. But he’s legal.”

“Did you initiate it with him?” I asked.  “Not that it matters; just curious. There might be a story here.”

“There’s always a story, isn’t there,” Jordan said.  “It’s hard to say who initiated it.”

“Why don’t you tell us and let us decide who initiated it,” Jason said

“After I was hired to teach history and coach they told me that   coaching traditionally included boys’ PE classes and sex ed.  I thought I would be coaching football and baseball. Well, there were some boys who wanted to play rugby and also wrestle so I got roped into that. I didn’t mind, for obvious reasons. Wrestlers and rugby players are hot dudes.  I wrestled in college so that was a given.  I didn’t play rugby but I memorized the rule book and we organized a rugby team.  At that point—this was before Todd came into the picture--I was spreading myself pretty thin, and it was leading to trouble. I was the one taking care of the pulled muscles and sprains and I gotta tell you, massaging a pulled hamstring on a rugby player, especially if he drops his towel before he crawls up on the table….fuck, those guys thighs are massive….and I’m staring down at his awesome, tight ass.”

“Did any of them ever get hard while you were working on them?” I asked.

“When didn’t they get hard! But we just ignored it. It was worse working with the wrestlers because it’s hard and tight body contact. The problem wasn’t them getting hard, and let’s face it, it’s difficult to ignore when your coach gets a hardon.  I started getting some pretty strong vibes from a couple of them.”

“What kind of vibes?” Will asked.

“Extra hard pressure in certain holds, like when he’s pinned with his face in my crotch, or the other way around, or when I’ve got him in a tight hold with my crotch against his butt.  He’ll push back more than necessary or I feel him clenching his butt muscles.  They weren’t easy on me; these are college bound, serious about wrestling.  It got to be more than I could take. I knew that eventually I wasn’t going to pretend anymore that I didn’t notice. I was afraid I going to rip his kit and plug his ass.  That’s when I went to the principal and told him I needed an assistant.  That’s when they hired Todd.  He was only part time because that’s what they could afford, but it was enough to take some of the pressure off of me.”

“You’ve got more will power than I would have,” Jason said.

“Well, actually, no. I was simply put in a position where I didn’t have to have any will power. Like I said, Todd was legal. And willing.”

“So, who initiated it?” I asked again.

“You’re not going to let me off the hook, are you,” he said, laughing.

“Not as long as we can keep you plied with wine and talking,” Will said.

As told by Jordan: 

Todd didn’t make any bones about his sexual preference. He didn’t flaunt it but he would make not so subtle remarks to me about some of the boys.  One time when Oakley Smith was walking back to the shower with a towel over his shoulder he made a remark about the boy’s awesome ass.  I told him to be careful saying stuff like that, especially within earshot of the boys, and if anything ever happened with any of the boys I did not want to know about it.  He laughed and said there was a LOT I would never know. I wasn’t concerned about Oakley he’d been held back a year so he was legal.  But I didn’t want to hear about any of the younger boys.

I didn’t let on about my own preference at first. I figured I would wait and see if his preference was reserved for teenage boys. If not….if he made a move on me….then I would show him I was interested. It happened about a month after he arrived.

It was Friday, practice was over, it was quiet and I thought all the boys had left.  I walked out of my office and saw that he still had a boy on the table in the training room just beyond the lockers. That area hadn’t been used for anything except storage after the school built a new locker room and when Todd came he converted it into his training room.  He built his own training table since the athletic board wouldn’t buy one and he had a shelf stocked with towels and liniment and all kinds of body oils. The table was better than anything they could’ve bought.  It was well padded and even had an adjustable head rest.

I didn’t notice anything out of line but the lights were dim. I was surprised the boy was still there.  I didn’t go all the way back but I could see it was Oakley. 

I said, “Oh, I thought everybody was gone.” 

“Just finishing up,” Todd said and smacked Oakley on the butt. I thought his voice sounded a little nervous. He told Oakley to get in the tank for twenty minutes.  I still couldn’t consider anything out of line but when Oakley got up off the table and walked over to the tank he had a huge hardon.  It didn’t seem like a big deal to him that he was hard and I didn’t make anything of it either. That happens a lot, but most boys are embarrassed by it.  Oakley obviously wasn’t. I went back in my office.  Todd came in a few minutes later.

We talked about nothing in particular but I could feel an undercurrent, like what we were talking about wasn’t really why he was there or what we wanted to be saying.  I didn’t make an issue of that either. A little while later Oakley came past my door, dripping wet. His hardon was gone but he was still fluffed up and arched out, his sizeable cock swinging around like a pendulum.  

“Sorry I held you up, Coach, but I really needed Todd’s magic hands.” 

“No problem, Oakley,” I said. 

“Looks like you need to get laid,” Todd joked. 

“Yeah, I intend to.” 

As Oakley walked away Todd and I realized that we were both watching him.  We laughed it off.  Oakley got dressed, in full view of us, and left.  In the moment of silence that followed the sound of the outer door closing I made the snap decision that this was the time and most certainly the perfect place.  Todd said he was going back to wipe down the table and clean up the training room.   

“You got oil in the tank?” I asked before he left. 

“Just what washed off of Oakley,” he said. “I can add some more if you want to use it.” 

“Yeah.  It’s been a long week,” I said. “And turn up the jets.” 

I followed him out as far as the first bench and started undressing.  It came to me that we had never seen each other naked.  I guessed that wasn’t so unusual; no reason why we should. I wasn’t lying; it had been a long week and I’d never been in the new tank. I stood up from the bench just as Todd came with a bottle of oil. He poured some in and motioned to me. 

“It’s all yours, Coach.” 

“Thanks. I really need this.” I noticed him noticing me as I got in the tub. 

“Anything else, just holler,” he said, and went back to his training room. 

I noticed him, too, quite openly, although he had his back to me.  You might say I ogled his tight looking ass in his brief gym shorts while I wondered if it could be had; if indeed any of the jocks, like Oakley, had fucked him.  His ass was definitely fuckable.

I laid back in the warm, swirling water and let the jets pound my tired muscles.  They felt especially good pulsating against my butt and making my balls bounce around. When Todd came over with some towels I grabbed the opportunity. 

“Why don’t you climb in here with me,” I said. 

There was a surprised pause then he said, “Alright,” and stepped out of his sneakers.  He pulled his socks off then pulled his shorts down. They dropped to his ankles and he kicked them out of the way. When he started to pull his jockstrap down I stopped him. 

“Leave it on,” I said.  He wore one of those sexy lace-up jocks and I liked the way he filled it out.  I figured it would come off soon enough.  He stepped into the opposite end of the tank and sank down in the water. 

“Man, this does feel good,” he sighed. He’d closed his eyes and he slipped nearly under and his foot moved right up into my crotch.  He snapped his eyes open and with a muttered “Sorry coach,” he pulled back. 

“Don’t’ go away,” I said, taking hold of his foot. 

He gave me a surprised look and stayed put.  I pressed his foot into my balls and extended my leg till my foot was pressing against his jockstrap. 

“I like your jockstrap,” I said. 

“Thanks.” 

“Too bad they can’t be standard issue for all the boys.  It’d be the sexiest locker room in the state.” 

“They could be standard if you decreed it,” he said. 

“A lot of the boys couldn’t afford them.” 

“Some of them have asked about mine, where I got it.  Is it okay if the boys who can afford them go ahead and buy them?”

“I don’t see any problem with it,” I said. 

“You know you’re surprising me, Coach.” 

“How so?

“Well, inviting me in the tank with you for one thing.” 

“I wasn’t sure you would,” I said. 

“I wasn’t sure you would ever ask,” he said. 

“Been wanting to ever since you got here,” I said.  I chuckled. “We can’t let the boys catch us, though. 

“You’re also giving me a hardon,” he said. 

“Consider it payback, for jamming your foot in my balls.” 

“I said I was sorry.” 

“I’m not apologizing,” I said. 

“I’ll make it up to you,” he said. 

“How?” 

“Stand up and come to this end of the tub.” 

I let go of his foot and stood up.  My cock swung up out of the water, throbbing and bucking. I took the steps to close the distance between us in the tank and stood astraddle his legs, my cock throbbing over his face. I shoved my foot under the pouch of his jock. 

“Geezuss, Coach,” he said as he reached up for my cock. 

I gripped the edge of the tank and hunkered down so he could reach me. He opened his mouth and I drove my cock through his lips. He didn’t waste any time; he sucked me with gusto, like he’d been without cockmeat for a while. I’ve got strong legs but Todd quickly sucked the strength out of them and my thigh muscles started to cramp. I had to straighten up. 

“My legs are cramping,” I said. 

“Let’s get out and go back to the table, I can take care of that cramp for you,” he said. 

I stepped out of the tank and gave him a hand getting out. There was a sheen of oil on our bodies and we didn’t dry off.  I followed him back to the table and waited till he laid towels over it then I crawled up and stretched out on my stomach and put my face in the head rest. 

“Do your magic, let’s see if you earn your pay,” I said. 

“I haven’t heard any of the boys complain,” he said. 

“Bet not.  Do you ever have the boys in the tank two at a time?” 

“Yes. It was their idea to double up, they said because it saves time, but I don’t think that’s the real reason.” 

“What’s the real reason?” 

“I think they like the intimate closeness in the tub.  It’s different from being in the shower together.” 

“Do they wear their jockstraps?” I felt the oil drizzling over me. 

“Not often.  They’re usually naked.” 

“Do you ever get in with them?” I asked. 

“Not usually.” He began rubbing the oil around.  His hands felt good. 

“I asked if ever.” 

“I have, on two occasions.” 

“With Oakley?”

 “One time it was with Oakley, the second time it was with Oakley and another boy.” 

“The tank must’ve been crowded with three guys in it. Did the boys get hard?” 

He laughed.  “When aren’t they hard? Listen, Oakley was here because he was the last one out of the shower and he asked if I could stay over.” 

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” I said.  

“What are you asking me, Coach?” he asked with a frown. 

“Just curious. I like to know what’s going on under my watch.” 

“No, I think you’re asking if I’ve had sex with any of the boys.” 

“Have you?” 

“Are you going to fire me?” 

“No. Just be careful. Is Oakley one of them?” 

“Yes.” 

“And the other boy in the tank?” I asked. 

“Just eye candy. Nothing happened with him. He was a senior but I hadn’t had a chance to check his age. Next time, though….he’s eighteen. That’s how it got started,” Todd said.  

“Shit, two at the same time, maybe congratulations are in order,” I said. 

I noticed his hands were rougher moving up and down my thighs and on the upward motion his thumbs probed deep into my ass crack.  

“You’ve got the butt of a teenager, Coach,” he said. 

I clenched my butt muscles several times and waited to see if he took the bait. He did.  Next thing, I felt his oiled thumbs shoving through my hole; both of them at the same time.  I winced a little.

“You’ve done this thumb massage with Oakley and the other boy?” I asked. 

“Just Oakley,” he replied. “He likes it.” 

He stretched my hole and probed deeper as I wondered where he would take it. I let out a loud groan when he found my prostate and bore back against his hands. 

“I was doing this to Oakley when you came out of your office,” he said. 

“Sorry I interrupted.” 

“I tried to get him to stay put but he got spooked.” 

“You can tell him there’s no reason to be spooked around me.” 

“You’re serious?” 

“What happens in the locker room stays in the locker room.” 

“He said it felt good.” 

“Must have, he had a hardon when he got up from the table.” 

“It does feel good,” I said. 

He moved to the head of the table and began to work on my shoulders. I could feel the pouch of his wet jockstrap pressing against the top of my head.  Another crucial moment was at hand and I couldn’t let it go to waste.  I lifted my head and came to face with the bulging pouch.  He pressed it against my nose. It was a casual gesture, but intentional, I was sure.  I cocked my head and looked up at him. He smiled and nodded.  

“I think you want this,” he said. 

“For a long time,” I said. 

I leaned forward and took one of the laces between my teeth.  They were already loosened and it was easy to tug it through the hole. I pulled another one through the opposite side then his hand appeared and he unlaced the jockstrap till it was spread open, revealing his pubes and the root of his cock. I took charge again and pulled the pouch down with my teeth to free his cock.  It swung up against my face and I captured it in my mouth. 

“Awww, fuck, Coach,” he said in a hoarse whisper.  “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this to happen.” 

I gave his cock a dozen strokes then released it. “That felt pretty good with your thumbs; do you wanta fuck me?” I asked. 

“Fuck, yeah.” He moved around to the side of the table and I felt more oil dripping in my ass crack.  Then he climbed up on the table, nudged my legs apart with his knees then mounted me. Just like that; he aimed and shoved and impaled me. I winced and gripped the edges of the table.

It was a hard fuck.  He knew what he was doing and I wondered what kind of sex he’d had with Oakley. I wondered if he’d fucked him. 

“What about Oakley,” Jason asked when I was finished.  

“There’s a lot about Oakley,” Jordan said.

“What about the other boy in the tank?” Will asked.

“There’s a lot about him, too. Todd was let go shortly after that because of a shortfall of tax revenues. Once again I was left on my own I braced myself for long hours of frustration. But teaching sex ed turned out to be a blessing.”

As told by Jordan: 

Boys’ PE classes were scheduled for Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and boys’ sex ed on Tuesday and Thursday, This was besides my history classes and coaching. At my “orientation” meeting with the principal and school board I stipulated that I didn’t want anyone popping in to monitor or sit in on my classes.  I got some pushback from the board and the principal on that.  They said it was protocol to monitor classes, especially sex ed classes. 

“If you’re afraid you’ve hired a pervert, then find someone else to teach the class. I’ve got enough on my plate as it is,” I said. 

“Can you give us a good reason why you don’t want your classes monitored?” one for the board members asked.

“It’s simple. The key to teaching is drawing the kids out, getting them to ask questions.  That is the ONLY way to find out what they don’t know.  That’s’ especially true in sex ed.  I could be in the middle of a class where we’re on a roll and any one of you walk in, they shut down and I can tell you exactly what would happen.  I would immediately switch to a clinical boys health class so you wouldn’t really learn anything about how I’m conducting my classes anyway.  This is not negotiable, gentlemen.  If I’m going to teach boys’ sex ed, I’m going to teach it so they understand it, in a free and open forum. Also, I want the sex ed classes scheduled three days a week, right after PE classes.” 

You would’ve thought I’d asked for an amendment to the constitution. There were stern frowns, raised eyebrows and scooting of chairs as everyone shifted positions.  The school secretary said they couldn’t juggle the schedule at that late date. 

“First day of school is a month away. You can change the schedule any time before it’s handed to the students,” I said. 

“Why after PE classes?” someone asked. 

“Well, it seems logical to hold sex ed class in the locker room where it’ll be a more relaxed atmosphere for the boys and that’s when the testosterone is running high so there’ll be greater participation.” 

“Well, you can’t have the girls in the boys’ locker room,” someone said. 

“I’m not teaching girls’ sex ed,” I said. 

“I thought you understood……” 

“No, absolutely not,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m not teaching girls’ sex ed.  That needs to be taught by a woman.  I wouldn’t teach a co-ed class anyway, nobody’s gonna open up in a co-ed class.” 

Surprised as they were, they didn’t put up any argument and I prevailed on all counts. The only other objection was having thirteen- year-old freshmen and eighteen-year-old seniors in the same class; they thought such a broad age span would be present an unhealthy learning environment. I scoffed at that, reminding them that all four grades had PE together so that exposure that they were worried about was already there in the locker room. I more or less left them with egg on their face.

My first class was an orientation and laying the ground rules. I began with the soft cover text book. 

“This is required by the school board as part of the curriculum,” I said, holding the book up. “It is purely clinical and I will not be using it as a reference so we’re going to get it out of the way as quickly as possible. Therefore, I am assigning the entire book to be read over the next two days. There will be a test on Wednesday. You will learn the clinical terms but once we get the clinical out of the way there will be no more reference to penis, ejaculation, coitus or masturbation. We will use the language we all understand.” 

“A few ground rules. The one basic rule is the Vegas Rule. You’ve all heard it….what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.  What happens in this locker room stays in this locker room. Second rule is; the only stupid question is the one that is not asked.  It will be easier to teach this class if I know what you don’t know and the best way for me to find that out is for you to ask questions. You will not be laughed at, embarrassed or ridiculed; I want to make that understood.  I will also be asking questions--very personal questions--but they will not be directed at you personally but to the class as a whole. For example, how many of you jack off?” 

There was surprised laughter that quickly died down when they saw that I wasn’t smiling. 

“That was a serious question and I would like a serious show of hands.” 

About a dozen hands went up, followed by twos and threes till every hand in the room was raised. 

“Congratulations on a good and truthful showing of hands,” I said.  “How many of you feel some kind of guilt or embarrassment over jacking off?” A few hands went up. “Then why did it take so many of you so long to raise your hands? Jacking off is the most natural thing in the world.”  I called on Eric Brown, a very well built freshman, who had raised his hand. “Eric, can you tell us why you feel guilty or embarrassment?” 

“My dad said it’s not good for you,” one boy said.  “But my older brother said it doesn’t hurt to do it.” 

“All due respect to you rather, I would go with your brother’s advice on this,” I said. 

“I had a coach at my grade school who said it was bad for your health,” another boy said.  “He said doing it too much could cause pimples, and even blindness or being weak minded, and it drained your strength.  I don’t think it stopped anybody from doing it but you worried about it.” 

“How old was your coach?” I asked. 

“He was an old guy; old enough to be my grandpa.” 

“He meant well.  Unfortunately, he was armed with a lot of hogwash and old wives tales. Jacking off does not cause insanity, pimples or blindness.  As for draining your strength, that depends on the individual.  You may well experience a feeling of total exhaustion right after but how long does it take you to bounce back?” 

“Not very long,” the boy replied. 

“The rest of you?” I asked. 

“I don’t feel tired at all,” Oakley spoke up. “In fact, I’m raring to go afterwards.”  I was glad to see Oakley jumping in. Guys like him speaking out would encourage the younger boys. 

Another senior, Chris Carter said, “I read that a lot of college and professional athletes have sex just before a game and it gets them charged up and they perform better.” 

“You made my point. How about you, Chris, do you follow that advice?” I asked pointedly with a grin. 

There was a flash of embarrassment before he replied. “If I have a chance, sure, I jack off before a game. I think it helps.”  

I glanced at my watch.  “That’s it for today. Do your homework, there will be a test on Wednesday then we will continue. Meanwhile you might be thinking of questions you’d like to ask.”  

I kept reminding myself that these boys ages didn’t matter; there was no sex involced, this was boys’ sex ed.  

Wednesday came and I could feel the excitement in the air as the boys came into the locker room after PE class. I thought; they’re bursting with questions.  I gave them time to shower and get settled in, sitting on the benches, on the floor and sprawled out on the wrestling mats. Most of them were half-dressed, a couple of them remained naked with only a towel for modesty. I passed out the test papers along with a small box of pencils.  

“You have the whole period for the test but the quicker it’s done the sooner we can get down to the business at hand,” I said.  

I was surprised that the test was completed in fifteen minutes; they had done their homework. I had them exchange papers and we graded them.  I was amazed that there were less than a dozen wrong answers in the entire class.  

“Congratulations.  It looks like you all studied,” I said.  Then I laid the test papers aside and started off the class with a question.  “Now, how many of you are circumcised?” 

There were some taken aback looks before any hands went up. Oakley’s was the first. 

“Damn, Coach, don’t you think you’re getting awfully personal?” he said jokingly as he raised his hand.   

“Why the embarrassment over a question that you already know the answer to?  For God’s sake, you see each other naked three days a week.” 

A show of hands showed that most of them were. 

“How many of you wish you were not circumcised?” 

One hand went up; Brian Atwood, a junior. 

I asked him why. 

He shrugged before he answered.  “I don’t know, I sorta like the looks of an uncut cock. I mean, I think mine would look better if I was uncut.  And I wonder if it’d make jacking off more fun if there was the skin rubbing back and forth over the head.” 

I almost choked. These boys were amazing me. 

“Well, you’re not going to be entering it in a beauty contest but to each his own. Okay, how many of you wish you were circumcised?” 

Two hands went up. 

“Why?” I asked, pointing to Ben Webber, a sophomore. 

“I’m just the opposite of Brian.  I think a cut cock looks better, kind of an in-your-face, like it’s not hiding. And there’s not the skin that might deaden the pleasure.” 

I pointed to the other boy, J.D. Masters. 

“I wish I was cut because my skin’s too tight and I think jacking off would feel a lot better if I was cut. And it’s hard to keep clean.” 

“Yes, that is a major drawback of not being circumcised and one of the reasons that it’s done routinely, unless requested otherwise. First, let me tell you, it’s never too late to be circumcised.  You might want to talk to your parents about it.  Meanwhile, there are ways to stretch the skin and you should because you’re not done growing and as your cock gets bigger the skin might get tighter.  First, when you take a piss, pull the skin all the way back several times as far as it will go. When you’re alone, take the time to do the stretching exercises. Get your fingers inside the glove and stretch it. Same thing in the shower.  When you’re jacking off, work some kind of lube inside the glove and use full strokes.  Pull the skin back all the way back each stroke, and all the way covering the head. By the way, for all of you, cut or uncut, olive oil is excellent lube.”