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An Education. Jeremy Roloff.
"What the hell was that?! Boy?!?" Coach Kruger barked at Jeremy Roloff on the soccer field. It was a hot day, and the boys clearly were exhausted and having a tough time staying focused. Jeremy in a fit of frustration, venting his pent up energy on a lone soccer ball between plays, had accidentally kicked the ball into the back of his teammate's unsuspecting head. "What did we say before? Keep your attitude in check!"
"(FUCK!) Sorry coach..." Jeremy muttered under his breath, eyes avoiding contact with Coach Kruger, who at 6'2" was an imposing figure, his temper as fiery as his red beard and his green eyes piercing.
"20 laps, Roloff! Everyone else hit the showers!"
"..." Jeremy whined, wiping the sweat off his Adonis face with his shirt, revealing the tight, smooth ripped abdomen of a teenage soccer player, his curly, golden brown hair dark and damp. "... But, coach!"
"What the hell are you waiting for? Ain't got all day!" Coach Kruger barked again as Jeremy reluctantly picked up his already fatigued legs and started the first lap, his ridiculously round and perky ass bouncing as he jogged off, his 5' 10" athletic body disappearing into the distance.
Half an hour later, Jeremy found his way back to the locker room, drenched in sweat and ready to just collapse, all the while cursing under his breath about the high school's new soccer coach. The locker room was already cleared out and reeked of teenage boys' sweat, jock straps, and dirty socks. Only a few drops of water from the shower colluded the total silence of the stinky, funk-filled room.
Jeremy banged his fist against a locker and kicked over as he tore off his soaked soccer jersey shirt, unveiling his lean hairless torso, broad chest and muscular arms. Muttering more obscenities under his breath, Jeremy kicked off his soccer cleats against the lockers and angrily stepped out of his shorts. Framed by a pair of old, dirty white jock straps, Jeremy's sweaty, ghetto ass - white - glistened in the flickering fluorescent bulbs of the locker room, looking ever more meaty and plump against his tanned and tapered waist. His thighs, trained for years in soccer, are thick and muscular and his calves, with a light coat of blond hair, now damp, are sculpted and cut. Jeremy bent over to take off his now sweat-soaked low-rise white socks when he jumped at the noise behind him.
"What the hell did I say about your attitude, son?!?" Coach Kruger had emerged from his office after hearing all the raucous in the locker room. Jeremy stood there and turned around to face the coach, busted, in his little white jock strap and ankle socks, eyes to the ground, red-faced and petulant. It was then he noticed the 38-year-old Coach Kruger was barefoot, his large, 14-size feet firmly planted the concrete floor of the locker room. Glancing up, Jeremy saw the coach was completely naked, save for a not-long enough towel wrapped tightly around his muscular waist. His muscular chest is covered in a coat of red hair, and his arms are probably twice as muscular as Jeremy's own well-worked-out 17-year-old arms. Coach was clearly headed to the showers himself when Jeremy barged into the locker room in a fit of teenage angst; his towel revealed a thick, thick... package.
"Sorry coach... ," Jeremy muttered as he turned his head away in disgust at the sight of his coach's near-naked body, his heart racing. This is so wrong to see another man, older man, so naked like this, thought the conservative, extremely religious Jeremy. He felt his face flush redder and hotter. He had fooled around with his girlfriend, but is still technically a virgin, saving himself and his girl for marriage. He suddenly felt very, very exposed and vulnerable standing two feet away from a man like Coach Kruger, someone who emanates dominance, masculinity and ... sex.
"You're going to clean up the locker room, and wash everyone's soiled uniforms!" Coach Kruger barked, his handsomely chiseled and lightly bearded face cowling. "I'm going to watch you the whole time, so you better snap out of whatever funk you're in!"
With that, Coach Kruger plants himself down on the bench at the center of the room, straddling the long bench with his thick, meaty thighs on each side. Jeremy caught a near-glimpse of the Coach's heavy, low-hanging hairy balls as he did this. Jeremy's heart beat faster and shut his eyes protest, missing a slight snarl forming at the corner of Coach's full lips. "Well?! Go on!"
Jeremy hesitantly turned around and began picking up all the loose jock straps, jerseys and socks strewn about the room, dumping everything in a hamper. Bending over to pick up each item, he felt Coach Kruger's eyes burning against his naked backside. Coach Kruger's cock stirred as he watched this teenage boy bend over, over and over again, a few feet away from him, sometimes a few inches, his round mounds spreading ever so slightly every time, revealing a hairless, pink hole. Sweaty, virgin hole. Coach Kruger could almost smell Jeremy.
"There, am I done now?" Jeremy asked, tossing the last dirty sock into the washer in the small adjacent closet, waiting for the coach's inspection.
"Well, let's see..." Coach Kruger picked himself off the bench and did a quick survey as he approached the jock-clad Adonis. "You don't want to wash your own socks and jock with everyone else's?"
"Ummm..." Jeremy stuttered, realizing full well what that would require him to do and backed up against the washer, closing the lid and starting the wash cycle. "I think I'll just wear these home. My mom does washings everyday anyway..."
"You didn't put in any detergent."
"Oh fuck, sorry..." Jeremy turned around and opened the running washer and dumped in a few cup-full of detergent. He felt the Coach's warm body behind him.
"You have a potty mouth, Jeremy..." Coach Kruger growled into Jeremy's ears, sending chills down the teenager's spine, groin, legs, and toes. Jeremy smelled as he thought he would - fresh and stinky, boyish, but definitely reeking of sex, a boy on the bubble of becoming a man. "What did we say about swearing? Now be a team player and do your laundry with the rest of your teammates. Go on."
Jeremy thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest. He was so embarrassed to be standing so undressed near another person, another MAN! Slowly, Jeremy peeled down his jockstrap over his full, white glutes, feeling another man's breath descend upon his neck and shoulders as he did so. "UGHNNN!"
Jeremy gasped aloud, in a high pitched register he's never heard himself make before, as he felt Coach Kruger's rough, large hand quickly traversed his ripped abs and submerged under the tiny piece of sweat-soaked cloth covering his cock, firmly gripping his teenage cock at the base. Firmly, balls and all. Coach Kruger wrapped his left arm around the smaller boy's neck in a light choke-hold.
"FUCK GET THE FUCK OFF YOU FAGGOT!!!" Jeremy screamed at the top of his lungs, thrashing under the grip of the larger man, grasping at the arm around his neck. "GET THE FUCK OFF YOU PERV ... UGHNNN!!"
Tightening his grip on Jeremy's pulsing cock, Coach Kruger kicked the door to the closet shut behind him and Jeremy, closing the two of them off in the tiny, enclosed space in darkness.
"LET ME GO YOU FAGGOT FUCKER FUCK BITCH OWW, OW, UGHN, UGHNN!!" Jeremy, buckling and thrashing furiously, was near inconsolable - his 7.5 inch cock was hard - and was on the verge of tears as he felt the older man's tongue enter his right ear. "UGHNNN!! UGHNN! FUCKER! UGHN... UGHNN... Ughn... ughnn..."
"There, there boy," Coach whispered as he withdrew his tongue, feeling Jeremy's already hard cock become ROCK hard. Releasing his right hand from the base of the boy's sweaty cock, Coach Kruger began slowly stroking Jeremy's perfectly cut, now throbbing, cock as he hungrily devoured Jeremy's ears, neck and shoulders, eliciting a low squeal from the raging hard boy as he tasted his salty nape.
"(OH FUCK COACH! STO...! STO...!! STOP!!)" Jeremy managed to mumble under his panting as he gripped the sides of the running washer. He was leaking a pool of precum into the Coach's rough palm. "Ughn! Ughn!"
"How's that, Jeremy?" Coach growled as he violated and tasted the boy shaking before him. His towel long gone, Coach Kruger rubbed his monster, dripping and hot 9 inch cock against Jeremy's ass crack. "Want me to stop?!"
"(YES! STOP! PLEASE! STO.. ST... UGHNNN)"
"WHAT WAS THAT BOY?" The stroking is becoming audible, with Jeremy's precum now serving as lube.
"(PLEASE! COACH! PLEASE STO...)" Jeremy's body trembled, rising on his sock-clad toes, his lean torso began to arch in anticipation.
"WHAT WAS THAT, ROLOFF?!?!"
"PLEASE! PLEASE! COACH! I CAN'T! GASP... I CAN'T...! UGHNN!!"
"YOU CAN'T WHAT, BOY?!?!!?"
"PLEEASE! COACH!!!" Jeremy was exasperated. Violated. His body writhing, grinding his teenage cock into the coach's seasoned hand."PLEASE! GAHH FUCK DAMN IT FUCK!! UGNNN!"
"DID I TEACH YOU TO BE A QUITTER? TO SAY YOU CAN'T!?!?!?" Coach Kruger was furiously pumping Jeremy's dripping cock now, all the while rubbing his own leaky cock head up and down Jeremy's sweaty crack, gracing by the pink, puckering virgin hole every second or so.
"OH COACH I... I...! I... CAN'T... UGNN! FUCK! CAN'T..." Jeremy panted and screamed as he felt a greasy rod grind into his bare ass and a hot mouth biting and licking his neck and shoulders. "I CAN'T! I CAN'T HOLD IT! I CAN'T HOLD IT! COACH!! I'M... I'M... UGHNNNNNNN!!!! COACH I'M GONNA... GONNA... GONNA.. UGHNNNNNNNNNCUUMMMM!!! UGHNNN!!! UGHN!! UGHN!! UGHNNNNN! UGHNN!!!!!!!"
Convulsing uncontrollably, Jeremy arched his back deeply, pressing his ass into Coach Kruger's now rock-hard cock as he shot streams and streams of cum on top of the washer. Thick, stinky streams of white cum.
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