“I’m going to bug out for a little while,” he said.  “There’s someone I have to see while I’m home.”

“Oh?  Should I ask who?”

“No.”

I smiled.  “You always were the secretive one.”

“I never like to burden others with my troubles,” he said.

“Is there trouble?  I have a right to know,” I said.

“No, no trouble. Not to worry.”

As Told by Kyle 

I drove into town and slowed for the speed limit then let the car coast through downtown. Past the business district I turned on Waterfall and drove the three blocks to Cascade Street and turned again. I didn’t know if he still lived there but I had to find out….I had to know…..

I found the house.  There was a car in the drive. I pulled in behind it, paused to take a deep breath, then got out.  Suddenly panic set in and I almost didn’t go up to the door.  I took the steps onto the porch and knocked on the door, quickly, before I lost my nerve. It was a moment before the door opened, and there he stood.

“Coach Tanner,” I said through the screen.  It took him a second before he recognized me.

“Kyle!  Kyle Courter!  Come in!” he exclaimed as he pushed the door open and stepped back.  “It’s great to see you. How’ve you been?”

“Good. You?” My nerves were on edge.

“Come in, sit down.”

“I didn’t know if you would have company.”

“No, I ate at the Crown Buffett. Thanksgiving is always pretty quiet for me.”

I laughed.  “It was wonderful chaos at our house.”

“What brings you here?” he asked.  “I mean here.  I know you’re home for Thanksgiving.”

“Touching base with my past,” I said.

“Heard you went to law school.”

“Yes.”

“So you’re a lawyer now.”

“Yes.”

“I love a success story. Married? Any kids?”

“No, and no.”

“That’s a shame. A waste of perfectly good manhood. As I remember, you had your pick of about any girl in school. I’m sure it was the same in college, how’d you escape the net?”

“Not really.  Little fish in a big pond. And, I was pretty entrenched in my studies.”

“You and your brother….both real stand-outs.  How about Devon? How’s he doing? I heard he joined the Marines.”

“He made a career of it; he’s still in.”

“Married?  Kids?”

“No, he….he’s with someone, though. Has been since high school.”

“Oh? Somehow, I missed that high school romance.”

“He wasn’t from our school.  They met at football camp.”

“He……”

“Yeah, it’s that kind of relationship. Another Marine.”

“I see.  I missed that, too.  I had no idea. My God, he had the girls panting over him.  So did you.  But now….you’re not married either.... is there someone in your life?”

“No, not like that.  We’re in different situations.  Devon is gay; I’m bi. Or I should say I’m still sorting it out. Something I want to ask you, Coach.”

“Ask away.”

“Was there ever anything going on between you and your players?”

“Spoken like a true lawyer,” he said, laughing softly. “Yes, there were a few occasions. No names,” he added quickly.

“Just tell me that one of them wasn’t my brother.”

“No, not Devon.  But I would’ve done him in a heartbeat. Both of you.”

“Why didn’t you?” I asked.

“Your dads.  No way was I going to fuck with those two men if they ever found out.”

“It wouldn’t have been pretty,” I said.  “But it’s a shame you let the opportunity slip by.”

“My regrets,” he said. “But I didn’t know back then.  If I’d known or even had a good indication, you can bet your ass I would’ve made a move. But the way the girls flocked around you guys all the time.”

“We were a novelty, being half Vietnamese,” I said.      

“Oh, it was more than that,” he said.  “The novelty was that you were so damned good looking, such great athletes. And such flawless skin….the girls were so jealous.  Not just your complexion….your bodies were flawless.  In all my years of coaching I’ve never seen boys with such perfect bodies. Not to mention how you were both hung.”

“If I were younger, you would be embarrassing me,” I said.

“I came close one time,” he said. 

“Oh? When was that?”

“The day you both wore those pajama pants to school. You didn’t have anything on under them.”

“No, they’re not worn with underwear,” I said.

“Obviously, that day. Your dicks swinging free, and the way the pants wrapped around your butts, your butt muscles churching and flexing. I saw girls stop in the hallways just to stare.  Some guys, too. Honest truth….I had to retreat to my office and jack off.”

“No kidding,” I said, laughing.

“If there’d been a way to get you both down in the locker room by yourselves, I would’ve bolted the door and thrown you down on the mats and had my way with you.”

“You probably wouldn’t have gotten much resistance,” I said. “But you did other guys.”

“Yes.  Four to be exact.”

“Did I know them?”

“Three of them.  The fourth, no, he transferred after you graduated.”

“So I wouldn’t know him, you could tell me his name.”  

“I suppose I could. I could tell you the whole story about him.  Well, not the whole story, but the first time with him.” 

As Told by Coach Tanner; 

Luca Aaronson. He was a senior Built like a tank. Would’ve made a hell of a football player but he didn’t have time for sports. He was a country boy and he’d taken over the responsibility of the family farm after his dad skipped out.  He didn’t have a car so he rode the school bus. One day after school I saw him walking several blocks up from the school. Apparently he’d missed the bus. I drove up that way and pulled over beside him. 

“Miss your bus, Luca?” 

“Yeah.”                               

“Hop in, I’ll give you a ride home.” 

“Naw, it’d be way out of your way. I can walk.” 

“Nonsense. Can’t be that far. Get in.” 

I drove him home. I’ll never forget the way he smelled of the morning’s shower and the day’s sweat.  It was innocent enough; I was just doing him a favor. I let him out at the end of a long lane.  I wanted to take him on up to the house but he insisted on being let out; said the bus never took him all the way. Watching him walk up the lane to his house, looking so alone, that picture stuck with me. But then I couldn’t get him out of my mind.  It nagged at me that he was such a stud but didn’t play sports. I could’ve used him, and I could’ve gotten to know him better. He didn’t even take PE.  Seniors didn’t have to take PE and he didn’t.  He chose instead to get a pass out of study hall and go down to the weight room and work out. That really nagged me because I had that study hall and I was  the one who gave him the pass. He was down there pumping iron and sweating and I was sitting there watching over a bunch of half-asleep, disinterested kids.

One Saturday I drove out to his place, introduced myself to his mother, and she told me he was in the back eighty fixing fences.  She told me how to get back there but told me to wait.  She went inside and brought out a big thermos of ice water and asked me if I’d take it back to him.” 

He had on bib overalls and work boots and a baseball cap.  No shirt, and his overalls were unbuttoned all the way down the sides so you could see all the way down to his hips, certain way he moved. He stopped what he was doing to see who was driving up.  He sort of smiled when I got out of my car. 

“I’m here on an errand; your mom sent me back with a thermos of water.” 

“She called you all the way out here to do that?  How’re you doing, Coach?” 

“Good,” I said handing him the thermos. 

He uncapped it and took a long drink while I watched his thick neck muscles and his Adams apple as he gulped it down, and his biceps curled up the size of grapefruits.  Couldn’t help noticing, either, the way his overalls hung loosely on his frame from the straps over his broad shoulders. I moved a little closer and was able to see all the way to his bare hip; he wore nothing under them. 

He finished drinking and capped the thermos and set it down. “So what brings you out here?” he asked. 

“No particular reason.  I was driving past and remembered where you lived and decided to drop in.  I hope that’s all right. Your mom said it was.” 

“Mom’s the boss,” he said as he pulled a blue bandana out of his back pocket.  He wiped the sweat form his forehead and neck, biceps and shoulder muscles bulging again. He was stuffing the bandanna back in his pocket, slowly, with a little smile that curled his lips up on one side. That smile had not been there before and the way he looked at me was unsettling. He was relatively new at school and to the team and I didn’t yet know him well, and I wondered if I’d made a mistake coming. 

“You sure you didn’t have a particular reason for coming out, Coach?” he asked in a strange, even tone.  

I felt suddenly uncomfortable in his presence, with a feeling that I needed to justify my being there. God forbid he saw through me! 

“I probably shouldn’t be interfering….inserting myself into your private life….but I know your father’s not in the picture, Luca, and I wanted to meet you on your own turf, see how your life is going.”  

“He hasn’t been in my life for so long I don’t even remember him ever being around.  You don’t miss something you never had.  You might wish, but you don’t miss it. I appreciate your concern, Coach, but I’m not buying it a hundred percent. I’d appreciate it more if you’d be more honest about your particular reason for diving all the way out here.” 

I was nailed! I felt a warm flush come over me and I knew my face was turning red under my tan. 

“Last time I had a coach take an interest in me he was concerned with way more than my welfare,” the boy said. “It’s okay,” he added quickly.  “It’s not the first time I’ve been hit on.” He laughed.  “Hell, that’s been happening since I was nine or ten years old….a lot of men wanting to take me under their wing. You know the funny thing about it is….Mom believes it. Thinks I should have a male influence in my life.” 

I felt like shit and I was so embarrassed that he’d seen right through me.  “I’m sorry, Luca. I didn’t mean it that way….I had no intention of taking advantage of you. I should leave.”  

“Don’t leave. It’s okay.  Really, it is, ‘cause, I don’t take it that way. Not now, at my age. You don’t have to leave.  In fact, I wish you wouldn’t. You got nothing to worry about with me, Coach, I’m not gonna go blabbing. To quote the Vegas rule, what happens in the back eighty stays in the back eighty.” 

“I don’t know what to say.” 

“Well, since all the cards are on the table you could start by being honest about why you came. If it was for sex….and I’m thinking it was….I’d be up for it. Like, if you wanta suck my cock I’d be up for that, or I could throw you down on the ground and fuck your brains out.” 

I knew he could do it, too.  I wasn’t scared but I didn’t believe what I was hearing, from an eighteen year old athlete. I should’ve left but he was so good looking and so well built, not to mention commanding.  He mesmerized me. I couldn’t walk away. My mind was made up before I knew it.  I looked all around but saw no sign of life for as far as I could see. Still, I was reluctant. 

“It’s pretty out in the open,” I said. 

“Don’t worry, we’re safe back here, even right out in the open.” 

“Are you sure?” 

He laughed.  “Hell, Coach, I was working in just my work boots and cap. I only pulled on my overalls when I saw a vehicle heading this way. But we don’t have to get naked if that’s a concern. I mean, you’ve already seen me naked plenty of times.” 

“But not like this….out in the open, with just the two of us.” 

“I can just haul my cock out if you want,” he said as he reached down and shoved his fingers through his fly.  

I watched with baited breath as he pulled his cock out. He was one of the few boys I’d never seen naked.  Even the other seniors who opted out of PE, I’d seen them naked before they were seniors. I nearly choked when I saw the hunk of meat he hauled out of his overalls and held it across his palm. It was long and thick and meaty, already sporting a network of bluish veins along the six inch shaft.  The wide head was suspended out over his hand; I imagined it being the size of a baseball.   

“My Godd!” I gasped softly. 

He laughed.  “That’s because I’m fluffed up.  Wearing overalls with nothing under ‘em makes me do that.” He pulled on it several times then let go and put his hands on his hips. 

My mouth was watering as I stared at his huge cock. It was pulsating, coming to life. He twisted his hips, causing his cock to swing back and forth. He gave it a few strokes and left it alone again. 

“I know I’m sweaty,” he said.  “Give it a lick or two, see if you want it.  If not, that’s okay.” 

“No, I’m sure you’re fine,” I croaked.  I was within arms’ reach but I stepped closer so I didn’t have to reach. I had only to let my hand down and it was suddenly filled with warm, thick, live cockmeat. The touch of his manhood made me weak in the knees, but I had no reason to be standing.  I went to my knees where I belonged and was face to face with the magnificent cock.  That it was attached to a mere teenager only made it all the more desirable.  

“I can’t believe the size of this thing,” I said. 

“Well, you don’t have the full size yet,” he said. 

I couldn’t wait for it. I wet my lips and opened my mouth. I put out my tongue and his cock met it with a little help when he jutted his hips forward. It took only about half of it to fill my mouth. 

“That taste okay?” he asked. 

I nodded then withdrew and said, “You taste wonderful.” 

“Well, then, why don’t I shed these overalls.”  

He undid the straps and let them fall. The sides were already unbuttoned and when the bib part fell it took his overalls down to his knees. He stood on one boot then the other to take off the overalls, then he tossed them aside. I was short of breath at the sight of him standing there in nothing but this work boots and cap. I sat back on my haunches just to look at him.  

“Did you change your mind?” he asked. 

“No! Just looking at you.  What do you weigh?” 

“Two thirty five.” 

“Your body is awesome.” 

“That’s partly thanks to you, for writing me the passes out of study hall so I can work out,” he said. 

“I’ve thought that I probably shouldn’t write you a pass every day but seeing the results, you can have a pass anytime you want it.” 

His cock had reached its full potential, easily over eight inches, thick as my wrist, the veins bulging, the head bulged out truly the size of a baseball. Precum glistened in the sunlight.  It made my mouth water but I leaned in and buried my face in his crotch with his balls against the side of my face. He put his hand on my head and pushed his crotch in my face. I licked everywhere I could reach with my tongue. 

“You like my sweat?” he asked, sounding surprised. 

“Very much.”  I moved to the other side and he brought my face into his crotch.                             

“Fuck, that feels good,” he moaned. 

His cock loomed to my right but I wanted to save it till the very last. I had a feeling this boy knew little of all the places where I could make him feel good. I should’ve started with his chest and sucked his nipples. But I was on my knees and there were other erogenous zones within easy reach. I kissed his hard abs then m oved down to kiss the inside of his thighs. All the while I wondered if I should turn him around. As I clasped my hands around his hard butt muscles I knew I couldn’t resist, no matter what the musk there. He was rubbing his throbbing cock against the side of my face but I told him to turn around. 

“Don’t get any funny ideas,” he said. I knew what he meant; he wasn’t going to be fucked. 

“No, I’m staying down here,” I told him and he let me turn him around.                    

“Oh, Godd,”  I whispered as I gazed at the beautiful twin globes in my hands. I kissed each side several times then dragged my tongue up the crack. He moaned. I kissed the sides some more and when I dragged my tongue up the crack again I had the twin globes pulled apart so my tongue dragged over his asshole. 

“Awww, fuck, Coach!” he cried out. 

I was happily surprised at the wonderful taste and the aroma of soap and sweat. He choked down his outcries and shoved his butt against my face. I devoured his ass. I tongued his hole viciously. I dug my fingers deeper in the crevice and pulled his hole open so I could get my tongue inside him. 

“Awww, Godd….Fuck,  Coach….what’re you doing to me!” 

I thought about using a finger but I was afraid that would spook him.  Another time, I thought, because I was certain there would be another time. I rimmed him till my tongue was tired then I sat back on my haunches to catch my breath. 

“That is the most gorgeous ass I’ve ever seen,” I panted. 

“Are you ready for my cock,” he asked, turning around. 

“I’ve been ready, I just wanted to build up a head of steam,” I said. 

“Fuck, Coach, I damn hear blew a head of steam when you were eating my ass. I wouldn’t have cared if you got me off doing that.  I never felt anything so good.” 

His huge cock stuck out over my face, bobbing up and down and leaking precum. I licked it off and it quivered.

“You must have the biggest cock in school,” I said, taking hold of it. 

“You think so? You think that’d bring my grades up if all my teachers saw my cock?” he joked. 

“I can’t get my hand around it,” I said, measuring the shaft with my thumb and middle finger. 

“Don’t worry about your hand, can you get your mouth around it?” 

“You’re anxious, aren’t you?” I chided him. 

“My cock’s aching, it wants your mouth so bad,” he said. 

He’d suffered long enough. I took his cock in my mouth and it rewarded me with a gush of precum. I thought he was cumming. As I sucked his cock I had no hope of deep throating him, bad as I wanted to.  But he’d mentioned fucking me; I would take him that way. 

“Awww, fuck, your tongue is magic,” he moaned as he thrust his cock back and forth through my lips.  The head pushed anxiously against my throat each time but eased back to prevent him from impaling me. 

“Can’t take it all the way, huh,” he said. 

I leaned back to answer him. “I could suck you all day but I don’t see how anybody could take this all the way. I’ll take you the other way, though, when you fuck me.” 

I couldn’t believe the supply of precum he was producing.  It was a never ending flow and I wondered how his cum would be.  I imagined he would cum like a stallion. I wanted to him to cum in my mouth but I expected he would be fucking me when he shot his load.  But, I kept telling myself, this would surely not be our only time together. I sucked him till his legs were trembling in my hand. I wrapped my arms around his left thigh to steady it. It was the first I grasped how massive his thighs really were. 

“Do you want to cum?” I asked. 

“No, I don’t want to ever cum.  I wanta keep doing this forever,” he replied.  “Why, are you getting tired?” 

“No! I thought you might be wanting to fuck me.” 

“I do.  But I never fucked a guy’s ass before and I’m afraid it’ll make me cum.” 

“If you do, it won’t be the end of your sex life, will it?” I joked.  Then in a more serious tone, “This doesn’t have to be our only time, Luca.” 

“I was hoping that,” he said. 

“We can arrange to get together again, as often as you like.” 

“I was thinking, when my mom goes to visit her sister, maybe you’d wanta come out and spend a couple of nights. I could fuck your brains out.” 

“Yes, let me know when that is,” I said.  “Luca, before you cum, and before you fuck me, I’d like to do something else.” 

“Sure, what?” 

“Sit on my face.”  

He laughed, giving me a screwed up look. 

“Your ass is awesome.  I love eating it,” I said. 

“Sure.  Fuck, yeah, I could handle some more of that myself. But first, let’s get you out of these clothes,” he said as he pulled my gray athletic shirt up. I’d come from my office in the locker room, wearing my PE clothes so there wasn’t much to take off. I raised my arms to let him pull it off of me. When I looked all around again he laughed and said, “Stop worrying, Coach, there’s plenty of time  to get decent if we see somebody coming. Come on, get naked like me.” 

He pulled me to my feet and pulled my shorts down. I thought he might pull my jockstrap off too—I was h oping--but when he didn’t I took it off myself.  I went over to sit on the tailgate of his pickup then lay back in the warm truck bed. Luca climbed up in the truck and stood over me, looking down with a big grin. 

“I hope you can get your tongue up in me like before,” he said as he lowered himself astraddle my head.  

I moaned as I watched his magnificent butt descend over me and my tongue was out and ready by the time his asshole touched it.  He cried out and settled his ass snugly on my face and I ate him like a hungry puppy. I saw him bring his forearm up to bite down on it. He let me rim him for quite a long time before he rose up, squeezing his big cock. 

“I gotta fuck you before I burst,” he said in a husky voice. 

He climbed down from the truck and I started to bring my legs up but he turned me over so my feet were on the ground and I was bent over the tailgate.  He retrieved his overalls and got something out of the pocket.  I learned later that it was Bag Balm, an ointment used on cows’ udders. He pushed my feet apart and took a stance behind me and lubed up his cock then worked his greased finger in my ass.   

“UUhhnnnn,” I moaned.  His finger was the size of a small cock. 

There was no foreplay and it didn’t surprise me that he set the head of his cock against my hole and shoved.  His huge cockhead burst through my hole and bored through my sphincter and emerged victoriously in the warm chute of my ass. He didn’t stop till he was all the way in. 

 “Awww, Fuck! This is enough to make a guy give up pussy.” 

He held his stance for a long moment, letting his cock buck and throb deep inside me, then he eased back, shoved forward and began fucking me. 

“Ohhh, My Godd!” I groaned aloud.   

“If you don’t wanta see a grown man cry, don’t tell me it’s too much,” he said. 

“No!  I’ve never had a cock this size but it’s perfectly wonderful.” 

“Then I’m gonna fuck your brains out, Coach.” 

And he almost did.  He came close enough that my head was spinning and I couldn’t grasp the thoughts bouncing around in my head. He was an incredible fuck. His power was overwhelming and I wondered where he’d learned the moves. 

“Ohhh…..Uhhnnn…..Ohh, God, Luca….Awwwhhh, you plow in so deep! I’ve never been fucked like this before.” 

“Have you been fucked a lot, Coach?” 

“Enough to know an exceptional fuck when I’m getting one,” I said. 

“This is gonna bring my grades up even more,” he joked. 

I couldn’t be sure how long he fucked me in that position before he lifted my legs up and turned me onto my side then onto my back without missing a stroke. I could do nothing but submit to his raw, teenage lust. I wondered what his testosterone level was right then. In the danger zone, no doubt. 

“I wish I could suck you at the same time,” I whined. “I so want your load.” 

“Do you want my load in your mouth?  I can pull out and give it to you when I’m ready.” 

“I want it in my mouth, in my ass, on my face.” 

“I can give you two out of three,” he said, laughing.  “I’ve got plenty to give you a mouthful and spray your face. I can cum in your ass another time. That okay?” 

“Yesss! That would be wonderful. But don’t cum too soon.” 

“Don’t worry about that,” he said as he looked up in the sky.  “I’m planning on fucking you till the cows come home. I should tell you, too, lots of times my cock don’t go down and I can cum more than once.” 

He wasn’t bragging, just stating fact. He fucked me nearly into oblivion, maneuvering me into one position after another. Bent over the tailgate and sprawled across the bed of the truck. On my back on the tailgate. He pulled me to my feet and fucked me against the side of the truck bed. He threw me on the ground and fucked me, like he’d said he would. He fucked me standing up in the truck bed, banging me against the window. He fucked me standing at the open door of the truck with me sprawled across the seat. In the final position he even fucked me sprawled across the windshield with me clawing at the cab.  His stamina was phenomenal. He was a machine. By the time he announced he was getting close, I could barely put two words together.  I braced myself for whatever was to come. He said he had plenty, I was nearly overwhelmed with anticipation to see what he meant by that.  

I didn’t exactly cum in the true sense of the word but he was pushing my cum out of me; I could feel it smearing all over the windshield. At the crucial moment he pulled out and turned me over and I slid down on the windshield onto the hood.  He straddled me and shoved his cock in my mouth.  I was stunned that he shoved it into my throat and that I was able to take it, all the way down to his balls. He started cumming in my throat but gradually pulled back so he filled my mouth then he pulled out and shot several salvos all over my face. It was beautiful.  It was mind boggling.  It was the most intense climax I’d ever experienced with another man. As he was finishing he shoved his cock back in my mouth for me to drain him. 

He hunkered over me, his hips still in thrusting mode, till I couldn’t breathe. He pushed up and awkwardly dismounted from the hood of the truck and collapsed to the ground, leaning back against the bumper. I didn’t move for a long moment, till I caught my breath, and I was a bit disoriented, my head spinning. 

“Geezuss!” I moaned.                      

“I have never had that kind of sex before in my life!” he exclaimed from below. 

When I was able I climbed down and joined him on the ground. 

“Geezuss, Luka, you damn near did fuck my brains out.  I’m dizzy.” 

“I damn near fucked my own brains out,” he said, laughing. “Shit, I don’t know where all that came from; I couldn’t get enough, I couldn’t stop. It was like something took hold of me….a force....and I gave up all control of my body.”

I eyed his huge cock, standing up from his loins, quivering. 

“Has the force still got hold of you?” I asked, laughing. 

“That’s happened lots of times but always before I had the strength to do something with it,” he said. 

“If you give me a minute I’ll see if I can take care of it for you,” I said. 

“Naw, let’s save it for next time,” he said. 

**** 

I was boned up listening to him tell the story but I didn’t want to show it.  I thought it might appear a sign of weakness, like reverting back to high school arrested development. This wasn’t high school, after all.  I was an adult now, talking to an adult; or listening.  But the story was hot, Luka sounded hot as fuck and quite frankly Coach Tanner hadn’t given way to his age all that much. 

“Was there a next time?” I asked. 

“Lots of next times.  I became the male influence in Luka’s life that his mother wanted him to have.” 

“I’m sure you were a good influence, besides showing him a great time. You were a good influence to a lot of boys.” 

“Sometimes I didn’t think I was influencing you or Devon all that much,” he said. 

“You did, but perhaps not as much as others.  But then we had a very strong male influence at home.” 

“Yes, you must’ve been able to cut the testosterone with a knife in that house,” he joked. “That was great story you told about Luka. And hot, the way you told it.  I boned up.” 

“Do you still have the problem?” he asked. 

“It’s going away.” 

“That’s too bad.  A good, healthy hardon is a terrible thing to waste,” he said. 

“One thing about a healthy hard on, when one goes, another one rises to take its place,” I joked. 

“But if it isn’t wasted, another one always comes along.” 

“We don’t have to dance round the issue, Coach. We go back too far for that. Do you wanta have sex with me?” 

“I’ve wanted to have sex with you since you first walked into my classroom.”