This story is fictional*
I walked down the empty hall with coach. I could hear his steady breathing as we walked. Our footsteps echoed down the narrow hall as we neared the locker room. The other students had already left, but I still had to let the warm showers cleanse me of the sweat I worked up in gym, but maybe I'm getting a little ahead of myself.
My names Chris Evans. I'm 17 and in grade 11. I'm about 6'2, 200 pounds(mainly muscle) and a "hot" body. I was pretty muscular for my age, but it's not like I was Mr.Universe. So, anyway...
It was the last class of the day and for me, that was phys. ed. I loved gym, I mean, it was such a fun class and no books, no uncomfortable desks, just sports. Right now, we were doing wrestling. I'll skip to where the story truly begins...
I had my opponent in a headlock, trying to get him pinned. I felt the cool padding of the wrestling mat pressing into my knees. My opponent, Keegan, was struggling, kicking his legs out helplessly. I smiled to myself. I reached under him and pulled out one of his legs and easily pushed him over onto his back. I held him there while I heard the rest of the class chant "one, two, three!" I rose to my feet, raising my arms in victory.
"Yeah, whos the king?" I boasted over the loud cheering, "that's right, I'm the best!"
Know, there is something that I didn't tell you about me. I get a little competitive...and if I'm playing a sport I'm good at, then I get a little narcissistic. You know, basically a jerk, who thinks hes better than everyone. But it was wrestling! I'm captain of the wrestling team, I was born to wrestle! Yet, my gym teacher, Mr. Newman, didn't like bragging. He was standing at the edge of the mat, his arms crossed and a stern look on his face. I looked him up and down once. Now, this is another thing I love about gym. The teacher. He is hot as fuck! Okay, he has brown hair thats short and a little messy, his face is rugged and manly. Hes, I'm thinking, around 36 years old, not a day older. He has a tight six pack topped with two massive pecs. His arms were muscled, as were his legs. He had a good amount of hair on his arms and legs too, which drove me crazy! The best thing about him though, is his bulging crouch. Now, I've never actually seen his cock, but it doesn't really matter because the bulge is always pressing the fabric on his pants to the limit! I'm no small dick myself, far from it, but he must be some kind of monster to have such a big manhood!
I stopped my boasting after Mr.Newman's eyes narrowed. I heard the warning bell go off, letting gym classes know it was time to go shower. The class quickly filed out of the gym and started heading to the locker room. I stayed behind, with the teacher to help him get the wrestling mats put away. We worked silently, folding the mats over and dragging them into the storage closet. The last mat was the biggest and both of us had to help drag it into the closet. When we got it in, he closed the door for a moment.
"Chris, your a good wrestler, no doubt about that, but there are people in this class who aren't as good and you are making them feel even worse with your cocky attitude," said Mr.Newman sternly.
Ha, he said cocky, I thought to myself.
"Mr.Newman, I would stop, but I'm the best, and I want everyone to know it," I said, it was like the words just came out of their own accord.
I pushed past Mr. N and left the closet. I heard him lock the closet door and his footsteps following me. The second bell rung, releasing students from school. It didn't matter for me, I had my own car so I had no bus to catch so I could take as long as I wanted. I pushed through the gym door and into the hallway, as did Mr.Newman.
I walked down the empty hall with coach. I could hear his steady breathing as we walked. Our footsteps echoed down the narrow hall as we neared the locker room. The other students had already left, but I still had to let the warm showers cleanse me of the sweat I worked up in gym. I turned another corner and pushed the locker room door open. To my surprise, coach came in with me. There was a seperate locker room for teachers so, he had no reason to be in the student locker room. I crossed the large empty space in the locker room. See, our locker room doesn't really have lockers. They have benches lining the walls and quite a bit of empty space in middle of the floor. Then there was a little hallway, leading to another room with 10 showerheads in it. That had my gym bag on it. I started pulling off my sweaty clothes. I glanced back and to my delight, coach was stripping too. Hopefully by now you've figured out I'm gay, and seeing coach naked has been one of my jack off fantasies for a while! I had all my clothes off accept my black boxers. I was about to pull them off when I head coach speak.
"So your the best?" his voice boomed in the locker room.
I spun around to find him only in a pair of tight white briefs, "Yeah, I'm the best," I said, trying not to look at his groin.
"You think you could beat me?" asked coach.
"Yeah, I think I could!" I said.
"Then lets go! First one on his back for 3 seconds is the loser."
We walked toward the middle of the room and got down on our knees. He made the first move and got my head in a headlock. I struggled, but couldn't resist taking a whiff of his manly scent. He even smelled manly! I finally managed to escape his headlock and gave him a push in one direction. Thats right, I push, I mean, it was a match on the locker room floor, I don't have to use fancy moves! I got my hands on his shoulders and started pushing him back. His hands came up and easily pushed my arms away. My hands touched the ground, I was on all fours. He grabbed my right hand and pulled it out from under me. My shoulder hit the ground with a thump. I felt coach's hand on my other shoulder and coach flipped my over, onto my back. I tried to roll, but he was on me in a second, his butt on my stomach and his hands pinning my arms above my head. He counted to three, but I already knew I had lost. He slid off me and rage bubbled in my stomach. I rolled over on my stomach and went to grab his leg. I would prove I was better! But he was to quick. He grabbed my arm and slid my across the floor so he was behind me. He pushed his arms in between my arm's and my body and grasped my shoulder. Then, he laid on top of me. I could feel his big meat pressing against my asscrack, even though there were two layers of fabric between them. Coach's face was next to my ear.
"Learn to control your temper, our you may find yourself in difficult situations," he panted.
I felt his hand grasp the waistband of my boxers and pull them down just enough so my ass was exposed. Then, I glanced back as well as I could to see him pull his cock through the opening in his underwear. He was enormous! Eleven inches, at least! And it looked like it wasn't fully hard yet! Then, to my horror, I felt it at my asshole! I mean, this was my fantasy, but in my fantasy there was no pain. Not this time though! The head popped into my ass and it felt like someone had shoved a dagger up my hole. He didn't stop though he kept pushing.
"Uhhhh, coach, please stop!" I cried.
"Isn't this what you wanted big shot? I see you looking at me all the time, eyes full of lust. And isn't this what you do to team members? If they lose you get to fuck them!" he yelled.
It was true. I'm 17 so I'm always horny, and I needed someone to fuck! His cock kept piercing my hole, opening me up. My eyes were welled up with tears of pain.
"I-Is it in al-l the way?" I studdered.
"About half way," coach replied.
I gave a strangled sob. Half way?! I felt like I was going to die! Then, he rammed the rest of his pole in all the way!
"FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!" I screeched.
Coach didn't care, he started his pumping, in and out of my anus. Not caring that pain was overwelming my body, that I was getting hurt! But, after a few moments, the pain slowly started to subside and twinges of pleasure came rushing to me. It felt good now, that thickness, that hard shaft up inside me.
"I-It is starting to feel good," I said, slowly starting to rock back onto his cock.
Mr.Newman started to pick up the pace, hammering into my body. He was angling thrusts differently. Mmmmmmm, heaven, I thought as I relaxed as coach did all the work. Then, coach hit something in me that made me cry out in pleasure. My prostate, I thought( I've read my share of gay stories). He drilled me there over and over until I was mewling in satisfaction and pleasure.
"Chris, babe, do you want my fucking load in your ass?" asked coach, panting from his uneven thrusts.
"Yes, coach, fucking spooge my asshole!" I shouted.
He started thrusting even faster. My prostate felt amazing and soon my balls were pulling up toward my body.
"SHIT! Coach, I'm cumming! Cumming in my boxers! Fuck yeah!" I screamed.
My cum shot into the restrains of boxers that were still draped in front of my crouch. My whole body clenched from the orgasm.
"Chris! Yes, here comes my juice! Fuck, this is fucking amazing!" coach grunted out.
I felt his cum warm my insides and his thrusting stop. He was panting hard. And I felt some sweat dripping onto me. He pulled his limp cock out of my ass with a pop. We stood up and headed toward the shower room.