The idea for these additional chapters to my Coach Brown story came from Jack B, who made a great suggestion on which I have elaborated. The actual composition is my own. The author retains all rights to this work. I welcome your comments. I am WW at er14990606@gmail.com.
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Coach Brown, Chapter 11
A year ago, after August football practice, Coach Brown opened my eyes to the world of sex. It was August again, and a lot had changed since then, changed for Coach Brown, for Kevin, and for me.
I was skeptical at first about Roger's romantic notion of star-crossed lovers separated by circumstances, misunderstanding, and distance. But it turned out to true. After we had brought the Coach and Roger together, they spend nearly every other weekend together somewhere, either in Flagstaff or in Vancouver or somewhere in between. We were happy for the Coach, but it changed our relationship with him. Our visits to his apartment ended.
The Coach introduced us to Roger, who was interested in meeting the two students who had tracked him down. Roger had charm that matched his good looks. We never knew whether the Coach told Roger about his sexual adventures with me and Kevin. Coach Brown resigned from his position as teacher and coach at the end of the school year. He moved to Vancouver to live with Roger. He found himself a job coaching and teaching history just like he had done at Westside High.
Kevin and I turned to each other to replace the sex that no longer came from the Coach. Our blowjobs in his car could not satisfy what was missing. We began fishing trips where we camped for the weekend, swam naked in a mountain lake, and sucked and fucked each other. There was a late afternoon where we were naked in the tent, lying on a large air mattress. We could feel a warm breeze. My hole was still warm from the friction of Kevin's cock when he fucked me just minutes before. I started asking him questions about his sex life. He was so much more worldly than me. I asked him about his first blowjob, about his first fuck, about the most unusual place he had sex, about the most unexpected person he had sex with. It was titillating to us both. He enjoyed talking about it and I enjoyed listening.
In turn, Kevin wanted me to tell him about sex with Coach Brown. He wanted details about when and how it happened and what we did together. I told him all of it. Then I said "I have a confession. I went to see Coach Brown and asked if it would be a betrayal to Roger if he took me to bed one more time. And we did it."
Kevin laughed and said "You are telling me that you asked the Coach for a farewell fuck?"
I replied "You said it so crudely but yes, that is what I did."
He laughed again and said "So did I. I just had to have his big piece of meat in me once more."
Kevin spent the summer running the swimming program at a boy's camp. From what he told me, he created sexual havoc over the summer by bedding three younger campers, a counselor his age, and the 40-year old camp director. Kevin reported to Mountain State College for football practice, and he called and left me a message in voice mail. He said he had a hot roommate, and he would give me all the details at Christmas break.
I changed too. Maybe Coach Brown was part of the reason. Nevertheless, friends commented on the change. Even a teacher said something. I was more confident, self-assured, and more assertive. Academics came easy to me. I was an outstanding player on the football team. I wrote a humor column for the school newspaper, and it was rated as the paper's most popular. At times I felt like the king of the mountain, and I acted that way. My sister called me conceited. She lectured me and said there was a line between confidence and conceit, and I needed find it.
At the end of the first week of practice, I stood naked in front of my locker. Football practice was over and I stripped off my sweaty uniform. I felt good, and my dick felt the same. It was at that stage where it is partially filled with blood, making it longer and thicker, but before it starts to climb into an erection.
I had three things to do that day. First was to talk with Jason. He was our new quarterback, replacing Kevin. Jason had Kevin's old locker just across from mine. He was several inches taller than me and in great shape. I have a thing for pecs, and Jason had a beautiful chest. I was intrigued by his hair. He had a thick head of straight dark brown hair that he wore long. There was a sexy trail of hair that ran from his navel down to his nice looking cock. He had thick hairy armpits and across his chest was a field of short straight hair of the same color. He usually shaved everyday so his cheeks and chin were smooth, but sometimes he came to school with the sexiest stubble.
I was waiting for the right time. Jason stepped out of his jack strap and was totally naked. I made my move and walked across the aisle to talk with him. I complimented him on his throwing arm and how he was really hitting the receivers that day. I was purposely standing close. Any closer and our soft cocks would had touched. He seemed uncomfortable. I was trying to create sexual tension. I had a plot. By the end of the season I planned to feel Jason's stubble rubbing against my thigh as he licked my balls.
Next it was time for a shower. I learned from Kevin how to get there. I walked to the shower naked with my towel over my shoulder. It's a one-man parade with my cock leading the way. Some of the guys looked at my dick surreptitiously, keeping their heads down but shifting their eyes to the side to see it as I walked by.
A hot shower with guys always reminded me of showering with Coach Brown. I made sure to stand beside Wally. It was an appropriate name for a bear of a lineman. He was big. He was not fat but was solid and thick with muscle. I wondered how it would feel to be in a big bear hug with Wally with our hard dicks pressed together. I was curious about his cock too. It was a nice size and sat in a nest of black pubes. He was uncut, and I had never had an uncut cock in my hand, much less in my mouth or ass. I began thinking of skinning it back and putting my lips around the head. My own cock began to stir, so I pinched myself on the leg to stop an erection.
I came back from the showers, dried off and put on shorts, a tee shirt, and flip flops. Now it was time to see the coach. Our new coach was Tim Fairbanks. He was an alum of Westside and was a player in the first years that Coach Brown was here. He was excited to be our coach, and the team was pleased to have one of our own as our leader. He was my height with blond hair and blue eyes. I haven't seen him with his shirt off, but I knew from how his shirt draped over his chest that he had nice pecs. His legs were smooth with great looking muscular calves.
Coach Fairbanks had changed the office. He replaced the desk with a long work table and a computer. When I looked through the door window, the Coach was sitting on a stool working at the computer. I knocked. He turned his head to the door and waved me in. He turned his face back to the monitor. As I turned to shut the door, I closed the blinds on the window and turned the lock. The Coach didn't notice.
Coach Fairbanks stood up and said "How's it going?"
I said "Coach, I have something wrong with my leg."
I lifted my leg and put my foot on the stool, so that my thigh was parallel to the floor. I said, "It's right here" as I took his hand and slid it into the leg of my shorts.
He gave my leg a squeeze and asked "Is that it?"
I responded "It's a little further up." The Coach glanced up at my face, looked down, and then moved his hand further into my shorts to where it was no longer visible.
"Is this it?" said the Coach as he lightly squeezed the muscle on the top of my leg.
"It's a little further up" I responded.
I was free balling. No underwear. The only thing in my shorts was my dick, my balls, and the Coach's hand. Coach stared at my shorts with his hand up my pants leg. I had raging erection, and it was obvious. There was a huge bulge in my shorts as my cock strained against the fabric. I watched the Coach. He was looking down. I saw his eyes, and they shifted from his hand to the bulge and back to his hand. Then I felt his hand slide further up my leg and take hold of my hard cock. There was silence as the Coach's fingers gripped the shaft of my rigid dick. Then he lifted his head, looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes, and smiled. "Clay," he said "I found the root of your problem. It was just a little further up."
THE END