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Coach Brown, Chapter 1
My name is Clay and I played football in high school. At seventeen, I was 5' 11" and 160 pounds. I was smaller than the other players, but being a kicker, it did not matter. I had a good foot, and that was all that counted. I had better than average looks, an outgoing personality that won many friends, and did well in the classroom in all subjects except French. I was a confident person with only one major flaw. I was a virgin. Not that I wanted to be. I worked diligently every Saturday night with one girl or another to change that circumstance. I guess I always chose the wrong girl. The most I got was a hand job. But when I jacked my cock in bed at night, I had a vast imagination to stimulate me. We shared a computer at home, which limited my use. I was careful about not leaving history or cookies from the porn sites that I looked at. In my porn assisted imagination at night I saw big breasted girls and shaved pussies and muscular men with big dicks. The men fascinated me as much as the women, so I also looked at gay sites, seeing men sucking and fucking. I also thought of the locker room at school and the naked guys walking to the showers, guys with a muscular chest and a big cock swinging between their legs. Some were modest, but others seemed proud to be naked, particularly our quarterback, Kevin, who had a locker close to mine. Kevin always walked to and from the shower with his towel over his shoulder, not around his waist. He had a body to be proud of and a dick that seemed impressive even in its limp stage.
Coach Brown was 32 and played tight end in college. He also taught history and was popular among the students. The school annual last year was dedicated to him. He was a great coach who motivated and inspired his players. He had help me develop as a player and now I was first string. I idolized him. He was tall with a handsome face and a great smile, dark hair, a powerful chest, and a flat belly. He retained his muscular athletic body from his college years.
The temperature was high for our first practice in early August, and as we were all heading for the field house, Coach Brown pulled off his shirt and revealed a beautiful chest of well-developed pecs. His shorts were low on his hips and I could see the waistband of his underwear. This image was seared into my brain, and became the focus of my mind for many a night as I masturbated my dick. I kept thinking about that waistband and the underwear beneath his shorts. I visualized him slipping down his shorts and standing there in his underwear with the bulge of his manhood showing so plainly. As I got nearer to my own climax, I saw in my mind Coach Brown dropping his underwear to show me his cock, huge while still soft, and a big set of balls hanging beneath it.
Coach Brown had a habit, perhaps intentional, of always stopping to talk with a player when they were completely naked in the locker room. As sure as I stripped off my jack strap, he would walk up and want to give advice or ask a question. I exerted great self-control to keep my dick from standing up. Sometimes I pinched the side of my leg as a distraction.
One Saturday I kicked the last punt of the game, and I felt something in my leg. I limped slightly off the field. Afterwards the coach came by while I was standing there naked and told me to see him about my leg in his office when I was through with my shower. We had no trainer. When someone was hurt, the coach gave the usual advice to ice it down when you get home or take it easy for the next practice, so it was not unusual for the coach to talk with a player about something like this. But all team business was conducted in the locker room so it concerned me when Coach Brown asked to see me in his office. The only person I knew who was ever invited to the Coach's office was Kevin, our quarterback for the last two years and now a graduating senior. This happened maybe once a week so Kevin and the Coach could plan for the upcoming game. I was afraid that my injury was worse than I thought and I would be replaced as the kicker. I showered and put on shorts and a tee shirt. The door to the office had a window with a blind. I knocked and saw the Coach through the window get up from his desk and walk over and open the door. I entered and he shut the door and closed the blind.
"I am worried about your leg," he said. "I want to look at it."
He motioned me to sit on the edge of his desk and he put a box under my foot so my thigh was extended horizontally. He put one hand on the top of my leg just above the knee and the other on my hamstring. He massaged my hamstring, starting at my knee and working towards my hip. He got closer and closer to my crotch and I got aroused. Here was this sexy man with his hands on my body. He got to the edge of my shorts and kept going. His hands were now inside my shorts and then his fingers slipped into my boxer shorts. He continued kneading my muscles until he reached the top of my leg. Both hands were inside my underwear. One hand was on top of my leg at my hip and the other was holding the bottom of my leg rubbing against my ball sack. I was going crazy.
Looking at my shorts, it was clear to see that my cock was hard. Coach Brown asked, "Do you have a hard on?"
"Yes, sir," I answered, embarrassed by his question.
"Is it because I am rubbing your leg?"
"Yes, sir."
As he held his hands in place, he asked, "Do you masturbate?"
I was surprised by the question and said nothing. He continued, "Do you jack your dick?" I nodded my head.
He chuckled and said, "Of course you do. All guys your age do. You probably jack off at night in bed, cum on your stomach, and clean it up with your sock. I use to."
I said nothing and he just smiled for a moment. Then he told me to take off my pants. I stood and pushed my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. For a moment I thought this was part of the physical therapy he was giving me.
Then the Coach said, "Let me see you jack your dick. Show me how you do it."
I did as he asked. I wrapped my fingers around my hard dick and jacked it, up and down maybe five times. I could not believe it. Here was a guy that I thought about often when I jacked and now I was standing in front of him, jacking, and he was watching.
The Coach took the wrist of my hand holding my cock and moved it to between his legs as he said "This is what a man's dick feels like."
He was hard and felt huge, like a log. I held it and squeezed it slightly trying to feel it through the cloth of his pants. He dropped his pants and stood there in his boxer briefs. His cock was hard and standing up. It was long and his head was visible above the waist band. I was feeling his dick through the material, moving up and down as if jacking him. I only hesitated a moment before I took my fingers and slipped them inside the waistband of his shorts and slide them down. His dick was free. It was magnificent. It was thick and my fingers did not touch when I wrapped my hand around the shaft.
The coach was leaning back against his desk and I was in front of him, pulling on his cock with one hand and with the other running my fingers through his pubic hair and cupping his hairy ball sack. He was watching me because I glanced up at him, and then his eyes focused on his dick in my hand.
He put his hand on my shoulder right at my neck and said, "Put your mouth on it." I was a virgin all around. My only sexual experience had been in my head, but that was behind me now. I had already taken a big step when I took hold of the Coach's cock. The desire was in me, so it was natural for me to respond to the gentle pressure on my neck. I went down on one knee and I was eye level with his tool. He was huge. I opened my mouth wide and closed it around the top of his shaft. I sucked it. I took more of it. Then I started masturbating his dick with my closed lips, going down until his dick head hit the back of my throat and back again. He was in no hurry and I worked on him for minutes. My jaw was hurting and I took a break from sucking by jacking him, but he liked my mouth and guided me back to his dick.
Finally, he says, "When I cum, I want you to swallow me. Understand?" I moaned a positive reply. Then it came, a rush of his juice in my mouth. I swallowed. My mouth filled again, and I swallowed a second time.
I lingered a moment, savoring the wonder of what had just happened. My first sexual experience was a whirlwind, sucking Coach Brown and swallowing cum. I stood up.
The coach then said, "A good favor deserves one in return," and he bent over and took my dick into his mouth. It was heaven. Pleasure seemed to sweep through my body. It was something that I had never experienced before. I knew I would not last long. His mouth felt so wonderful on my dick. Then he raised his head. With one arm he pulled me against him and with the other he began to jack. I put my arm around his waist and we stood there, hip to hip. He worked my dick perhaps four times. My climax was close. I squeezed his body against mine and then I shot cum into the air and on the floor.
"Nice," he said, seeming to approve of my heavy load and the distance it traveled. He had cum on his hand from jacking me, and he raised his hand to his mouth and sucked my cum off of his finger.
We were still in a partial embrace and he turned and put his other arm around me. He was taller than me, so I am looking up into his face.
With a soft and gentle voice, he said "I did not expect this to happen. I believe we both enjoyed it. This is a special thing between us, and you are a very special person. I hope we can do it again."
Then he lowered his face to mine and our lips touched. Electricity went through my body, my eyes closed, and we kissed. I felt his lips part and I followed. Our tongues intertwined. He loosened his embrace and said that we should close the place up. He gestured with his head toward my cum on the floor and said that he would clean it up later. After locking the door to the gym, he headed to the parking lot. I lived two blocks away and walked to and from school, so I headed home, excited, with my head filled with thoughts of what had happened.
To be continued.