My dear coach

My senior year in high school was truly a great time for me. I was eighteen years old and the star forward on my basketball team. Ranked the number two player in the whole country, I was on my way to the top college basketball program, on full scholarship and was already promised a starting position in my freshman year! Not only that, my grades were perfect, everybody in town loved me and I had this beautiful (and sexy) girlfriend who was willing to walk to the ends of the Earth for me. Yep, everything was going great that year; all I had to do was ride the wave of celebrity until entering school. Our season started in late fall and our schedule for that year was pretty easy because my high school was playing mostly mediocre teams. I guess I would have liked to have been in a better league that provided more challenging opponents for my teammates and I. Not to sound too vain but I was pretty damn good and most of the players I went up against couldn’t even hope to have a chance of stopping me. Just to make the games fair, I would slow my game down or concentrate on getting members of my squad the ball so they could shoot and develop their skills. But I never gave myself any slack and would take every opportunity I had to practice; I wanted to get to college and really impress people with my game. My devotion to the sport meant that I would often spend more time with a basketball than I did my family and friends. I suppose my work ethic was particularly hard on my girlfriend Michelle, who loved me dearly but often took backseat to my game. She was great though; I mean, she really understood how much basketball meant to me and I don’t think she ever felt jealous or short changed. I’d try to make every effort I could to spend time with her which meant going to the movies, eating dinner together and of course, fucking. I can remember when we first got together both of us were really shy and hardly even made physical contact with one another. She was the first, and only, person I ever had sex with and I’m pretty sure she never had been with anyone either. But as our relationship developed over our high school years, we loosened up and by my senior year I would have to say that we were quite an adventurous peer when it came to intimate matters. Michelle and I went through every position in the book, weren’t afraid to use our mouths and we had begun what one could call ” mutual anal exploration “. I thought that was the best thing of all being – able to stick my finger, tongue, dick, nose…. whatever, into her butt. But our anal escapades, if you will, weren’t contained to her botDavid; I loved it when she would give me rim job or would finger me when we were fucking. It was all good just as long as we were both having fun. I suppose my sort of sexual philosophy in which I would do anything for pleasure extended to other areas too. I had never been with another girl other than Michelle but admittedly, I looked forward to college girls. And, deep down in my mind, I always found the idea of being with a guy something that I would consider. I mean, I was raised in a fairly small town, that was dominated by rather conservative values that didn’t look to kindly on gays. Growing up, homosexuality was an object of ridicule for me and my friends but I think that was based more on misinformation and fear, rather than religious or moral convictions. There were a couple of openly gay and lesbian students at my school who were constantly teased for being who they were. I never participated in any of it though; I didn’t stick up for them either but I secretly admired them for sticking to who they were in the face of such ignorance. Of course I would never voice this opinion in public and I certainly didn’t want to make it known that I might be bisexual. First of all, that might have alienated me from my teammates, which was something that I didn’t want. Second, when you live in small community, whatever actions you take are not only reflected on you but on your friends and family. I certainly could not put those that I cared for in that position. So, for me, although I looked forward to those college girls, some part of my being also looked forward to those college guys… Towards the end of our season, I started to have a series of muscle injuries. They weren’t serious, but required me to go in for a number of physical therapy sessions. I was given a specific exercise regiment that was supposes to loosen me up and prevent things like muscle spasms, pulled hamstrings and such. Like I said, these weren’t career threatening problems but could, in the future, be minor annoyances that would cost me time that could be spent practicing or playing a game. Part of my regiment was exercise (running laps, weight training, etc.) and I also had to work with a physical trainer who would rub me down, test my agility and so forth. Everybody watched me closely to see how I was doing, especially my coach. Now my coach, John Thompson (whom everyone called Coach David) was a great guy. He looked out for all his players and would spend all of his time attending to our needs, whether is was a walk-on freshman player who needed help with his jump shot or me, who was going on to a college career. I liked him for the fact that he treated me like everyone else, just another player on his team. Coach David was a brilliant coach who could probably get a position in college program or even work in professional leagues. But I think he really enjoyed working with high school kids and everybody was happy to have him. The curious thing though is, nobody really knew much about his private life. Yes, he lived in town, he had played some college ball but beyond that he was a mystery. He was about 45 years old and grew up somewhere along the East Coast. But nobody questioned him though because he was always there at public activities and was usually available anytime anybody needed him. David didn’t have a wife or any one else to speak of and we never saw him go out on dates or even mention friends, family or any other intimate acquaintances. But like I said, no one bothered him because he did his job and did it well. One day I was practicing alone in the gym when I had developed soreness in one of my thighs. I tried to walk it off, then stretch if off, but it didn’t seem to work. It didn’t worry me much, but I decided to find Coach David and see if he could offer any advice. I found him in his office studying the playbook and told him of my problem. He asked me a few questions, told me to jump a bit but couldn’t find an immediate solution to the problem. “Well, I suggest you rub your leg down with some Ben-Gay or something. And you should probably make an appointment with your trainer… see what he has to say. ” “Alright, ” I told him. ” Um, do you have any cream lying around? I left mine at home. ” He retrieved a tube of hot/cold cream and handed it to me. ” You now, I did some physical therapy work in college. Um, do you want me to rub you down? ” I didn’t see anything wrong with that; being an athlete made me grow accusDavided to being around other guys in these situations. I agreed and we went out into the locker room where we had a massage table and got down on my back. I was wearing my basketball shorts so there was no need to get into a towel or anything like that. Coach stood over me, applied a glob of cream to my leg and gently massaged it into my leg. I felt the warmth of the stuff work it’s way under my skin and the vapors clung to the hairs in my nose. I always thought the cream had a sort of relaxing quality so I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of relief while David continued to work his hands around my thigh. “How does that feel?” he asked. “Hmm, good coach.” His voice was set at almost whisper. “You know, I think you’re really going to do good in college. I’ve seen a lot of kids with half your talent make it in school and even the NBA.” “Ha, NBA? No man, I can’t even think that far. ” I replied. He slapped my thigh, signaling that I turn over. I got on my sDavidach and he resumed the massage. He spoke again. ” No, I think you have the talent. I mean it’s good that you have the focus to not set your goals too high but I really think you’re the real deal.” “Thanks coach. I hope so. ” His hands work their way up the back of leg and to the base of my ass. He dug in a little deeper and had located the source of my muscle pain. I let out a moan. Again, the placement of his hands wasn’t unusual; I got full body rub downs from trainer all the time. We heard a noise from the hallway and Coach jumped. I thought this was a little odd. “Everything alright Coach? ” I asked. “Yea, the sound just caught me off guard. ” And he returned his hands to my leg. Again, a little strange. ” Caught him off guard “, why? David worked his hands up to the bases of my ass again. His fingers were gripping my thigh and they weren’t to far from my dick. Okay, this was getting a little uncomfortable so I shifted a bit. But he went back to the same position and more than that, his one hand was even closer to my penis than before. I started to sweat; I didn’t know what to do. I mean, it could have been an innocent gesture on his part and if I did or said anything, it might make him uncomfortable and send the wrong message. If on the other hand he was trying anything… I didn’t even know what I’d do then. His one hand remained close to my dick, so close he must have felt my pubic hair. He then worked his other hand up and on to my ass. I just froze as he rubbed himself on my rear and then he fingers got a close to my crack… I jumped. “What’s going on? Is everything all right? Did I hurt you? “. There was an air of nervousness in his voice. I stood up and faced him. His eyes were wide open and his face was flush. I could see that his hands were trembling slightly. I don’t know but this just scared me. “Um, Coach, I’m feeling better. I… I’ve got to go… study… at home. Thanks though. Bye. ” “Alright, ” he said, seemingly gaining his composure. ” I’ll see you at practice Davidorrow morning. Bye. ” I got the hell out of there as fast as I could. I grabbed my stuff but didn’t bother changing. It was only until I was in my car that I had to time to breath and think about the situation. I thought to myself: ” What happened in there? What was he doing? I mean, it’s Coach; he would never do something like… like that to me. ” Driving home, my thoughts were still as erratic. Then I starting thinking about how little I knew about the man. If he had a wife or girlfriend things would have been different; then I could say: ” The man is straight, he was just doing his job. He likes girls. “. But then I started thinking: ” But I don’t know anything about him. He doesn’t have a girlfriend or a wife or whatever and for all I know he could be gay. But I have a girlfriend and I would consider being with a guy so maybe what coach and I did was to him a prelude to something else. ” The thought that I may have had the opportunity to be a with a guy frightened me. I just wasn’t ready. I got home and flew up to my room without saying a word to my parents. Falling back on the bed, I stared at the ceiling searching for calm thoughts in my head. That’s when an image of David appeared in my mind: I pictured him standing over me, rubbing my leg with his hands. Then I felt him work up to my ass, kneading it with his fingers. Lying there on my bed, an erection began to form in my pants. Instinctively I reached down and grabbed it, working my dick until it was fully hard. Thinking about Coach some more, I pulled my shorts off and released my cock. Again I pictured him, but this time he was naked; I imagined his dick was big and his balls were huge. And then I could just see myself gripping his shaft, pulling it with my hands. I got up from my bed and stood over the trashcan, pumping my cock. There was a certain kind of excitement within me that stemmed from the fact that I was fantasizing about a guy that I knew, a guy that I could conceivably have sex with. The feeling was a mixture of fear and curiosity that… it made me shake. It was just too much and I shot a load out of my dick. I took it easy that night and stayed in. Weighing heavy in mind was the thought of how I was going to face my coach while dealing with the reality of the situation: which that I had a crush on David. The next morning I woke up feeling refreshed. All of yesterday’s events seemed like a distant memory that I didn’t have to worry about any more. I ate my breakfast and headed for early morning practice, resolving to face Coach David and act like nothing happened. I arrived at practice a bit early; only a few of my teammates were there so far. The Coach wasn’t on the court yet and I figured he was still in his office. I headed back to the locker room and to tell the truth, lost some of the confidence I had built up earlier. Standing in front of my locker, I started to change. When it got time to remove my underwear and slip into my basketball uniform I nervously looked around, checking to see if David was near. I quickly put on my clothes and headed out to the gym; there were a few of my teammates changing as well and we greeted each other. As I was about to exit the locker room I heard my name called out and I froze, recognizing the voice as belonging to David. I turned around and he hurried over to me. In a hushed voice he said. ” Look, about yesterday. I realized why you left and I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention to…. ” I interrupted. ” Coach, it’s no problem. We just had a misunderstanding that’s all. ” “Well, I just want you to know that I didn’t, ” And with this part he lowered his voice so I could barely hear him. ” mean to touch you like that. I just thought that’s where you hurt. ” “Okay, ” I said, trying to hurry the conversation up. ” if you want to talk later about this, let’s meet after school .” David looked at me in funny way. ” Oh…. Okkkay. After school then. ” What the hell had I just done? I just suggested to meet a guy who had tried to get into my pants, alone. What kind of message was I sending? The whole day I was tense; I couldn’t concentrate on my classes and I ignored all my friends. Finally, like a death toll, the school bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Walking like I was in my own universe, with kids moving swiftly all around me, I slowly made my way to the gym. Our school clears out pretty quickly except for the teachers who usually remain in their offices and then make their exits to go home. The locker room was silent, you could hear a pin drop. Like I was in a trance, I moved toward the coach’s office. I knocked on the door and David opened it. “Uh, hi. ” He said. ” Ah, do you want to come in or we could talk outside? ” “Your office is fine. ” I replied. We went into his office and I say down. I think by habit, Coach closed the door. He sat down and we faced each other silently. I let my backpack drop to the floor and slumped down in my chair and spread my legs. David looked down at my crouch and shifted in his chair, trying to look away. Embarrassed, I straightened up and folded my hands in my lap, covering up my crotch. The fantasies I had about him the previous night came back and I could feel the blood rushing to my face. David cleared his throat and spoke. ” Look, um. I think what happened last night was a mistake. I, ah, don’t know what happened to me. If I thought you were going to um, be offended I would have never have done it. I’m really sorry. I just thought that maybe I… ” I was a bit confused. This morning he told me he touched me because he thought I was hurting now. Now, his story seemed to change as if he knew what he was doing and his intentions went way beyond just trying to help me out. “Look coach. I, uh, understand and don’t want this to affect our relationship in any way. I know you weren’t trying to, uh, do anything to me… so it’s all right. ” He looked up from his desk and gave me a weak smile. I felt sorry for him: I mean, he was probably scared shitless about losing his job or worse. I reached over and patted him on the knee. Again he smiled and placed his hand on top of mine and left it there. We both just sort of stared at one another as we held hands. David began to caress my hand softly and I, in turn, began to rub his knee. The situation went from awkward to downright scary and I started to shake. At first coach smiled at me and then, very slowly he leaned forward. I didn’t make any attempt to move away… I don’t know if I was just too scared or I wanted something to happen. His face got close and he kissed me on the lips. I could feel his stubble against my chin and his hot breath on my face. I opened my mouth a little and started to suck on his botDavid lip. David stuck his tongue out and ran it across my teeth. With my free hand I reached around and pulled his head closer to mine. This situation was definitely getting hot: we made out more furiously and my cock began to rise in my pants. The hand that still gripped his leg worked itself up into this inner thigh. I got near his crotch but didn’t touch it but that didn’t matter, David started thrusting his hips and I knew he must have a hard-on. We released and looked at each other while catching our breaths. I was so scared but at the same time so excited; I began to rub my dick through my pants. David spoke while eyeing my crotch. ” This isn’t right; we can’t do this. ” “I’m 18 Coach. I can consent. I think I want this. ” I replied. “But don’t you understand? I could loose my job. ” I made the commitment. ” I won’t say anything coach, I swear. ” I wouldn’t either. Whatever scandal it would cause would be just as bad for him as it was for me. I just wanted to be with him. David bit his lip and looked at me with narrow eyes. Then he got on the floor and knelt before more. He pushed my arms away so that they were dangling over the sides of the chair. He looked up at me once and then looked down again at my crotch. First he undid my belt, then the clasp to my pants. And then with one long tug he unzipped my fly. I arched up and he pulled my pants and jockeys down to the floor. My cock was fully erect and laid against my sDavidach only about 2 feet from coach’s face. He put his head down and started to kiss my thighs. He then used his tongue to trace a line to my sDavidach. I could feel his breath on my dick and pre cum seeped out of me. Then he kissed me again… down the shaft of my dick and stopping at my nuts. As he sucked on my testicles, I bucked my hips and let out a moan. He looked up at me with a smile. ” You have such a beautiful dick. ” I replied by caressing the back of his head. He took my cock in his hand and placed his mouth over it’s head. Gently sucking me, he twirled his tongue around sending shivers through my body. Finally, he engulfed the shaft down to its base. Cocking my head back, I felt as David slowly began to move his head up and down. My girlfriend was never this good at giving head! His sucking increased and I felt an orgasm building. My voice cracked as I could no longer hold it in. ” I’m going to cum! ” David just kept sucking and finally I exploded in his mouth. The feeling was electric and I started to moan loudly. He reached up with one hand and covered my mouth, wisely muffling the sounds I was making. He continued to blow me until I was drained and my dick started to go limp. He got up and sat down on his chair. “That was great coach. ” I told him while trying to regain composure. “Thanks ” He told me. ” But you have to pull you pants up before someone comes. ” I obliged and while I was doing my belt, I looked at him and noticed he had a bulge in his crotch. “Um coach, is there anything I could, um, do for you? ” I asked. He started to shake is head but then spoke. ” Well, I don’t think this is the best place. But… ” “But what? ” “If you can come to my house tonight, we could do something there. ” The prospect of whatever he had in mind scared me a little but I couldn’t resist. We agreed on time and on an excuse for our meeting: We would say that David wanted me to look over some college playbooks and watch some game tapes. As I was about to leave, David stopped me and started to kiss me. I could taste the salty cum in his mouth. I went home, took a shower and ate dinner with my parents. I gave them the excuse that Coach and I had concocted and they seemed to believe me. After all, no one thought anything of David. I arrived at his house and he greeted me at the door. I had been to his house before and noticed little had changed since I was last there. Of course, in a manner of speaking, a lot had changed… Playbooks were actually sprawled out on his coffee table and a professional game was on the television. I smelled something cooking and Coach told me made dinner for our ” date “. I thought to myself: Damn, I’m on a date with the Coach. Although I had had dinner with my parents, I ate another with David and we talked a little while keeping up on the game. After dinner we both sat on his couch and had some beers. At first he had his arm around me, then started to stroke the back of my head. I smiled politely at him and remarked about how nervous I was. We started inching closer to each other until we were side by side. I looked at him and then he started to kiss me. I never thought I could actually make out with a guy like I would with a girl, but I felt completely at ease doing so. Things started to get a little intense as we both started feeling each other up. He had his hand up my shirt, feeling my chest and I was rubbing the inside of leg. I worked my hand around until I got to his crotch and felt his erect dick through this pants. David reached around to my back and slid hand down until it was in my pants, massaging the skin on my ass. I followed suit by reaching up under his shirt and then down below his waistline. I immediately gripped his hard cock in my fist and made a few pumping motions. This must of done something to him because he clamped down on my ass. We continued touching one another for a while until David made an effort to separate. I took his cue and backed off him. He smiled at me, then undid his pants, and pushed them down to his feet exposing his dick. David’s cock was not as long as mine but what he lacked in length he made up for in girth. I ran my hand down his shaft and then under his nuts. He groaned and bucked his hips up. “Do you think you could…?” David asked, nodding down to his crotch. I got up on the sofa on my knees and leaned my body toward his dick. I could smell a musty odor of sweat come off of his cock. I got my head down real close to his penis until my lips were almost touching it and then, extending my tongue, began to lick up and down his shaft. David let out an approving moan as I took his dick into my mouth widthwise. I then moved my head back and forth, up and down his length. At last I lifted it up with my hand, and covered the tip with my mouth. I could taste the salty pre-cum on the head of his cock. Slowly, as I had never done this before, I worked his dick into my mouth until I got it as far as I could without gagging. David gripped the back of my head and told me. ” That’s it. Mmmm, that feels great… you’re doing fine. I’ll just tell you when I’m going to come, all right? ” I mumbled ” Yes ” as best as I could with a dick in my mouth. This being the first time I had ever sucked dick, I felt pretty good. It was definitely turning me on and an erection had already formed in my pants. I started to suck up and down with more and more speed. At one point Coach stopped me. ” Not too fast. Do it slow and use your tongue more. ” I obliged and the adjustment to my technique must have worked well because David started to thrust is cock up to meet my mouth. Finally, he whispered that he was coming and told me I could finish him off with my hand. I just kept on sucking until his dick throbbed and a wad a cum shot into the back of my throat. This was not good and I pulled away coughing while trying the best I could to continue jerking him off. A huge amount of cum covered my hand and when I regained my composure I bent back down and sucked on David’s cock until it went limp. I got up and smiled at him, wiping excess semen off my face. “That was fantastic! ” he told me. He pulled me over to him and kissed me on the mouth. He reached down and felt the stiffness in my pants. “Oh, I see you really enjoyed that! ” He said gripping my cock. ” Well, I guess it’s your turn now. Why don’t we go up to my room? ” Leading me by the hand, he brought me up to the bedroom. He stood in front of me and I looked at him, not saying a word. He pulled my shirt up, over my head and then pulled my pants down to my ankles. While I kicked off my pants, David got undressed as well until we were both facing each other naked. His was a relatively fit guy; he muscles were well defined and his body was pretty thin. I reached out and cupped his flaccid cock in my hand, Coach replied by gently stroking my body and eventually gripping my dick in his fist. “You’re very beautiful. ” He told me with a smile on his face. I thanked him and complemented him in return. He let go of me and went over to his dresser; he opened a drawer and retrieved a tube of K-Y jelly and several condoms. In a very relaxed voice he asked me if I wanted to fuck. I nervously explained all the anal things I had done to my girlfriend and all the things she had done do me but I also told him I didn’t think I was ready to be fucked just yet. “No, No, No. ” He laughed. ” I understand that. I was wondering if you want to fuck me. ” A felt an uncontrollable smile warm my face and I nodded my head. He motioned for me to sit down on the bed and as I did this, he got down on his sDavidach next to me. I had been through this routine with my girlfriend and figured there was little difference between anal sex with a girl and anal sex with a guy. I massaged David’s back for a bit and moved my hand down to his buttocks. While massaging his ass I leaned over, spread his cheeks and stuck my tongue in his asshole. “Hmm, you’re good at this. ” He told me. I thanked him by burying my face in his butt and shoving my tongue as far as I could in him. I got up, squeezed some K-Y on my fingers and lubed up his butt. While gently fingering him, David turned slightly and began to pull on my dick. I closed my eyes and took in the sensation. I heard him rip open a condom wrapper and felt as he unrolled the protection onto my cock. “Already to go sailor? ” he said. I pulled my finger out of his ass and straddled him from behind. I was so fucking horny and I didn’t know how long this was going to last. At first I rested my cock on his ass then Coach arched his hips up, giving me an OK for entry. With one hand I readied my sheathed cock at the entrance of his ass and with the hand I reached around and fondled his nuts. Slowly, I worked my dick into him; there was little resistance as I’m sure he had done this before not to mention that fact that I had lubed him up with enough grease that he could probably fit two cocks up there. Now there’s a thought… I started out with a little shallow fucking, getting about half my length in there before I pulled out. I continued like this for a while until David reached back, grabbed me by the hip and pushed me all the way into him. He screamed. ” Yes, that’s the way. Get it all inside. ” Deciding David didn’t want to both with the slow, easy stuff, I began to pound his ass. While there was a loss of sensation due to the condom, David made up for it by contracting his asshole around my dick. I was in heaven; it felt so good! I took my hand off his balls and then gripped both of his hips. I was really swinging by then and with so much force that our nuts were practically smacking into each other. I started to feel my dick throb and soon after was in the grips of the most amazing orgasm I had ever had. I remained in Coach until the final spasms were gone. I pulled out and then slumped on top of him. Our bodies were covered in sweat and we sort of slid around on each other. He pushed me off onto my back; with one hand he held the base of my cock, with the other he pulled the condom off. With his mouth, he cleaned the last remnants semen off of my dick. He laid down next to me and stroked my body. “That was amazing. No wonder you’re the star. ” He whispered in my ear. I laughed and turned to kiss him. We just held each other for a while until it was time for me to leave. Before I left he stopped me and plumped something down into my hand. “This is for my star athlete.” He told me with a smile on his face. “Work out with this at home and it will get you ready for big leagues. ” It was a huge, black rubber cock.