Coach Easton

"Kevin Finley!" shouted Coach Easton "Get over here!"

Coach wore his gold Westville High Coach's shirt which covered his muscular chest; his dark brown shorts tented where his manhood lie, and dirty Adidas sneakers covered his masculine feet. Coach's frame was held up by two very thick, very tanned, very muscular and very hairy thighs supported by two equally hairy well-shaped calves. His light brown hair and thick slightly darker mustache accentuated his tanned face from many days in the afternoon sun as Westville's Varsity Soccer Coach. His crystal blue eyes and pearly-white straight teeth were the finishing touches on this god-like stud of a man. Coach was one hundred percent USDA "grade A beef."

However, the "teepee tent" in Coach's shorts was Coach's most noticeable feature - EVERYBODY noticed it. "Coach always has a woody," some of the guys in my class would say. "Oh he stuffs!" one kid from our class retorted. I'd sometimes placed myself perpendicular to Coach so that I could discretely sneak a side view his mounded package which protruded a good three inches. Whenever I did this, my balls would tingle and my cock would thicken shortly thereafter.

"Yeah, Coach?" I asked after trotting over to him. I realized that I had certainly grown and filled out during the fours years that I had known him; but, my 5'9", 165-pound frame paled in comparison to his towering, muscular, hairy frame. During my freshman, sophomore, and junior years, Coach really encouraged me to lift weights. He often worked out with our class himself and on at least five dozen occasions during those four years, Coach worked out with me, alone, one-on-one, during class. I loved the attention that my idol showed me and he seemed genuinely happy to help me develop.

"You're late again Finley! You've been late to class every day for the past three weeks and you're in jeopardy of failing P.E. unless you make up your tardies. You can do that by coming two days from now, this coming Saturday, to clean both equipment rooms," barked Coach. I was late every day to class lately and Coach knew that I had drafting class before P.E. and I had to stay to get help from my teacher. "But Coach, you know what I'm late," I protested. "I don't care why you're late. Either make your tardies up on Saturday or take P.E. in summer school; those are your only options," Coach said coolly. "Do a good job and I'll take you out to lunch afterwards" he said in his ruggedly deep voice tying to sway me.

I really hated Coach right then - idol or no idol. My eighteenth birthday was tomorrow, Friday, and I planned on going out that night and most likely I'd be out late and in no condition to come and clean the equipment rooms the next day. Coach also knew I turned eighteen tomorrow. "Why couldn't I clean the equipment rooms the following weekend?" I asked myself.

I arrived at 7:30 am on Saturday morning and Coach's big red '99 Dodge Ram 3500 Quad Cab V10 truck was already in front of the larger equipment room. I heard the engine pinging as it cooled, when I passed by his truck.

"You're on time, Finley!" Coach mocked when he saw me. I ignored his comment and took a look around the equipment room. Equipment was thrown around everywhere - volleyball nets covering layers of other equipment, archery arrows all over the floor - the place was thrashed. "Take everything out of this room. Inspect all of the equipment and put the repairable stuff off to the side and throw out anything that can't be repaired into the dumpster. Then, sweep the floor and put everything back neatly," Coach instructed. "When you're done, start on the other equipment room and do the same thing. Did you remember to bring a change of clothes liked I told you to? I'm not having lunch with some dead goat." I nodded yes, giving Coach a cold, dismissive, glare. I started in the back of the first equipment room. As I straightened the back shelf, I heard Coach say, "So what did you do last night, Finley?"

I was surprised he was still in the room with me. I turned around to him saying, "I went to dinner with my family, then I stayed in because I had to be here this morning," I pouted.

"Oh suck it up and get over it, Finley! I'll tell you what--I'll give you a hand because I don't want to be here all day and it's already getting warm. It's supposed to be 95 degrees today," Coach said.

By the time we finished both rooms at 11:15 a.m., Coach's shirt was damp and clung to his muscular chest. Pearls of sweat beaded up on Coach's ruggedly handsome face and the hairs on his forearms matted down from perspiration.

"I turned the boilers on this morning." Coach announced as he locked the last equipment room.

Knowing what that statement was leading to, I looked at Coach and said, "I don't need to shower Coach, 'cuz I didn't sweat today."

Coach quickly barked back, "You're a god-damn liar Finley. Your shirt is soaked and I can smell you over here! We're not eating lunch until you take a shower and get cleaned up!" And with that Coach lead the way into the locker room.

I went to my locker, which was on the same aisle as the door to the towel cage. Before I knew it, Coach was standing in the towel cage, stripped down to his jock strap and socks.

I started quivering as I admired Coach's body. Coach held onto a beam to support his weight as he pulled off his socks. I carefully ran my eyes over his hunky body. He was tanned everywhere except for a white, pale "tan line." I knew Coach lived a few blocks from the beach so I figured he must go to the beach everyday after school to be that tanned. Man-fur covered both of his big, perfectly formed pecs. His abs were flat with a denser, thinner strip of fur running down the middle of his stomach to below his jock strap. His well-developed arms flexed as he removed his socks.

Coach looked up at me and growled, "Get a move on, Finley! I'm hungry!"

"I am, Coach!", I responded as I undressed. I continued admiring my idol--Coach's chest hair stopped at his collarbone, just short of his beefy wide shoulders. A thick dark patch of underarm hair showed as he held onto the support beam. His forearms were thick like Mark McGwire's, and they were as hairy as the rest of Coach. Coach's biceps bulged and I could see that his triceps were taught as he held onto the beam. Coach had naturally wavy hair and today it was tossed about as if someone had just run their fingers through it. My cock started to thicken.

I quickly stripped and headed for the shower head furthest away from Coach. I put my back to him just in case he looked over at me. My 8" cut dick stood up and out and threatening to expose me for the fag that I was. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Coach facing me--his entire torso and legs covered with thick foamy suds and his tanned skin and dark fur showed through the soapy film. Even covered with all those suds, I could still see Coach's thick, long, flaccid, dick and hanging bull balls. The man of my beat-off dreams was only a few feet away from me, standing naked in all of his glory! I watched as Coach leaned back into the shower spray to rinse soap from his hair, his cock and balls were thrust out as if he were offering them to me. Sheets of water ran off his shoulders, down his hairy pecs, down the narrow strip of hair to his stomach where it then fanned out across his lower abdomen; his chest hairs and stomach hairs matted wet against his tanned frame. It was here that some of those sheets of water continued down his thick muscular hairy thighs and continued down the front of his hairy chins, while other sheets of water rolled off his thickening cock like a waterfall.

I was in dreamland when I heard Coach growling at me to hurry up. By this time he was already back in the towel cage drying off. I tried walking to the towel cage nonchalantly but my dick swung from side-to-side. It was harder and thicker than it had ever been. My teenaged cock was so hard that it ached and my balls were so tight that they ached too!

"Coach, can I have a towel? " I asked when I approach the towel cage window. "Come in here and get one yourself, Finley!" Coach snapped. As I rounded the corner to enter the towel cage, Coach had his right foot up on a chair and he was drying his muscular right thigh. I saw his semi-erect man meat pointing up in a 45 degree angle. I gasped at the sight of Coach's condition.

I started to panic when I realized that I had to slide by Coach in order to get a towel. I swallowed hard as I began to slowly and steadily moving past him. My hairless left forearm accidentally brushed against his hairy ass cheeks giving my balls a tingle.

Now in between Coach and the towel rack, I quickly grabbed a towel placing my hard on in the "up" position against my tight hairless belly, tying the towel firmly around my waist...but to no avail. My erection and its outline still showed anyway.

I turned to Coach to find out what he was doing. His white towel completely covered his head and draped over face. Coach vigorously dried his hair with both hands, his two big round biceps flexing back and forth, his thickly muscled forearms taut...all of the components working in sync. As soon as Coach lifted the towel off his head, his blue eyes dropped immediately to my towel and said, "Hey, it happens to all of us guys" gesturing to my hard on. "See?" he said as he grabbed his own dick by its base giving it a squeeze. It was a monster cock. I had seen Coach's dick a few moments before--from fifteen feet away. But now, being right next to it, Coach's dick intimidated me; it looked big and menacing. His dick was nine inches of very thick and veiny man pole ending in a perfectly formed, fat, mushroom-capped head which oozed a clear bubble of precum from its enlarged piss hole. Its purplish-red color reminded me of an angry one-eyed serpent.

What was happening? Was I dreaming? Coach shifted his weight from the chair and stood completely on the ground. He leaned over and started massaging my dick through the towel. I searched his eyes for an answer to what was happening between us. He simply looked back at me, intensely, all the while massaging my dick through my towel. Coach leaned forward to kiss me reaching for my towel to untie its ends. He grabbed the back of my head pulling my face to his, opened his mouth, and planted his lips sideways on my lips; his big wet tongue began prying my teeth apart. My towel dropped to the floor freeing my hardened dick and Coach reached out to stroke my cock. I broke free of our kiss and looked down to see Coach's big thick thumb smearing precum all over my dickhead and piss hole.

"Feel good buddy?" Coach asked in a low husky voice.

I nodded yes.

"Want me to stop?" Coach asked.

I shook my head no. Intense emotions engulfed me because I so wanted that moment with Coach.

Coach straightened up and moved to within an inch of me. I caught a whiff of his musky man scent and a faint odor of perspiration. He took my right hand and cupped it over his thick hairy nut sack. With my other hand, I found his dick. Coach's cock was hot and I could feel the blood pulsating through its veins. I started to jack him lightly while looking intently into his blue eyes. "Yeahhh!" Coach said in a deep throaty voice, "Good boy."

With Coach towering over me, my eyes looked directly into his manly furred chest. I reached out with my left hand and began exploring his hairy pecs. I discovered how firm they actually were and I saw that they were covered with the same coarse curly hair as the rest of his body. My left palm roamed back and forth between each pec, over his hard erect nipples, down his firm hairy abs. I quivered the entire time. Coach saw me shaking and wrapped both of his arms around me giving me a bear hug. "Take it easy buddy--everything is going to be all right," he said as he slowly ground his dick into mine. Coach's strong hug warmed me.

After a few moments, Coach let go of me and reached for the chair behind him, rotating it so that he could sit facing me. Coach stared at my dick for a moment, then grabbed the upper part of my balls where they attached to my body with his thumb and index finger squeezing them together with my nut sack in between them, like a lobster closing it's claws, tugging firmly down on my boy balls. With his free hand, Coach petted my cock.

Surreally, everything around me whirled around; that's when I felt Coach's hot moist mouth on my dick. I looked down to see Coach's thick dark brown mustache wrapped around my cock. Coach sucked me slowly and methodically. I felt his tongue go up and down the underside length of my dick. Slowly back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. As I watched my dick slide in and out of his mouth, I became overcome with the incredible pleasurable sensations Coach was giving me. While Coach sucked me, both of my hands roamed his incredibly smooth muscular shoulders, biceps and triceps, and then roamed over his hairy forearms. As I ran my hands over forearms, I felt my cock go down Coach's throat...holding me there. For a few seconds, Coach's esophagus massaged my cock. Soon, Coach began sucking me again, in and out, while his big strong hands lightly caressed my balls and explored my smooth stomach, thighs and ass cheeks. Coach's lips and tongue massaged the head my dick and he made deep throat sounds as his tongue entered my piss slit tasting my precum. Having Coach there, sitting on a chair, sucking my dick, was the most incredible feeling in the entire world. My Coach--my big, strong, handsome, hunky Coach--was having sex with...ME! Oh, sure, he did this to me whenever I jerked off, but this was reality and I couldn't believe my eyes and my cock certainly couldn't believe it either! It never really occurred to me just exactly how I felt about Coach during the four years that he had been my P.E. teacher - but I realized it at the very second - I was madly in love with Coach and tears of joy welled in my eyes.

Five minutes of Coach's hot moist mouth was all I could take, my balls moved up inside my body and I became lightheaded. I began moaning and whimpering as my hot boy spunk exited my balls and out through the tip of my dick into Coach's waiting mouth. Coach wrapped his left arm tightly around my waist pulling me closer to him while holding me steady at the same time. As soon as I felt the first spurt of boy spunk leave my dick, Coach began loudly moaning himself, panting and breathing through his nose, pulling me even tighter to him while holding the head of my dick firmly in his mouth with his man lips. With my head whirling, I became weak-kneed and short of breath. Coach made approving sounds that came deep down from his throat as I emptied my balls into his waiting mouth, his tongue working overtime tasting and savoring every last drop of my offering.

Coach held tension on my dick with his lips until I finished cumming. Because I was short of breath, I had to reach for the counter top behind Coach to steady myself. When I finally did catch my breath, I stepped back to pull out of Coach's hot mouth, and as I did, I stepped into a puddle of warm sticky cum. Coach shot his man spunk all over the floor. A glob of my cum clung to the right side of his mustache. I wiped the spunk off with my left index finger. Coach grabbed my wrist and held it firmly. He then leaned forward and licked my finger clean with the flat part of his tongue while looking up at me with his intensely masculine gaze.

Neither of us spoke again until we were on the way to Mc Donald's. Coach told me that I must never tell anyone what just happened or else he'd lose his job. I swore to him that I wouldn't. After lunch, he drove me back to school to retrieve my bike, which I had ridden to school that morning. I got out of the truck and stood there facing Coach with the passenger door wide open when Coach asked me what time I told my folks I would be home.

"5:00 pm" I replied. (It was now 12:45 pm).

Coach tapped his fingers on the truck steering wheel while looking off into the distance for a few moments. He turned back to me and asked, "Would you like to play around some more with me before you go home?"

"Yes!" I said eagerly. I quickly shut the passenger door and started running towards the gym. Coach yelled out from the driver's side of the truck, "Kevin, let's go to my place!"

"OK, cool!" I shouted back enthusiastically.

As we approached Coach's place, which was in the next beachside city, he instructed me to duck down in my seat so that none of his neighbors could see me. He drove his truck into his garage of his apartment complex and he closed the automatic door behind us from inside the truck.

Coach's apartment was a small studio apartment with hardly any furniture. Coach must have been reading my mind and said that he and Mrs. Easton separated five months before and that she took the house along with most of the furniture.

Coach saw that his futon sofa bed was unmade and he pulled the sheets and blankets over trying to make it look more inviting, then patted the bed a few times, gesturing for me to come over and sit down on it.

I did, and, as Coach stood over me, stroked my cheek with the back of his big hand, "Are you OK with all of this Finley?"

I looked into his piercing blue eyes and nodded yes.

Coach climbed over me to get into bed and propped himself up on his side facing me. With his free hand, he ran the back of his hand over my chest then up to my face. He then squeezed my chin with this thumb and index finger and pointed my face towards his, causing us to once again make eye contact. Coach took me into his strong hairy arms and started to deep kiss me. As he kissed me, he firmly held the back of my head. Our tongues explored each other's mouth. His mustache hairs tickled my upper lip. Then, in a hurried frenzy, we quickly kicked off our shoes and shed our clothes.

Coach rolled over and laid flat on his back, arms crossed over his head, his engorged cock resting on his hairy belly. Coach's man meat was incredibly thick and fat. I was now propped on my side facing him, and as I did, I looked over and saw Coach staring straight up at the ceiling, thinking...contemplating?

As Coach stared at the ceiling, I admired a small tuft of hair on the nape of his neck and I began pulling them slightly with pinched fingers. This caught Coach's attention and our eyes locked, as they had already done a dozen times that day. I began to trace my fingers slowly over his hairy pecs, slowly down his hairy stomach, slowly down to his coarse hairy bush, and finally to his thick man sized dick.

Instantly, I wanted to know how Coach's cock tasted. I scooted down the bed to get a closer to his man cock. I grabbed his prick by its base, opening my mouth and covering my teeth with my lips, lowering my face unto its mushroomed member. Coach's dickhead was so fat that I had to stretch my mouth even further. As I did, I was able to get his dick head into my mouth - but barely.

Coach sucked in air through his teeth and arched his back. His dick shaft was extremely firm in my hand and its mushroom head felt spongy on my lips, my tongue slowly rimmed the head's engorged piss hole opening. I formed a ring with my thumb and index finger and pressed my lips to the ring. I lubricated Coach's shaft as I slid this ring up and down his fuck pole, my tongue flicking the underside of his mushroom head.

This was the first suck job I'd ever given and I must have been doing a good job because Coach moaned and squirmed as I worked him - squirming with his arms crossed over his head. I was proud that I was giving Coach such pleasure. I soon began tasting a salty substance that I had never tasted before and I knew immediately what it was - I tasted COACH.

For nearly ten minutes, I sucked on Coach's cock, then suddenly, Coach rose up, forcing me to stop. He spread his hairy legs and instructed me to get in between them. I got into position facing him sitting on my knees wondering what he was about to do. Coach shifted his weight and lifted his hairy legs into the air resting his hairy calves on my shoulders. Coach grabbed me by my waist and pulled me closer to him kissing me again. I kissed his left cheek, which tasted of aftershave lotion and I felt razor stubble on my soft lips.

I licked Coach's left earlobe and tongued his inner ear. Moving down, I began kissing the valley of his cleft chin and he smiled like a Cheshire cat jutting his chin out so I had better access to it. Moving further down, using the flat part of my tongue, I gave Coach's neck a tongue bath and he moaned softly. I then ran the top of my tongue over his each of his coarsely hairy pecs and I gnawed each of his hard nipples, flickering their tips with the tip of my tongue. I couldn't get enough of this incredibly muscular and hairy man.

Coach lifted me away from his pecs and we began kissing again. This time, Coach pulled me even closer to him, the back of his knees were now resting on my shoulders, my chest resting on the back of his thighs.

As Coach pulled me closer, I felt the head of my dick enter a warm, moist, place. It felt really good. I repositioned myself and my dick slid in all the way to its base as we continued to kiss. I started rocking back and forth and this rocking rhythm felt really great on my dick causing me to rock more intently. The more I rocked, the better it felt. Soon I found myself bucking my hips into Coach's backside. I looked down and saw my dick sliding in and out of my Coach's steamy man-ass.

I was fucking Coach! Coach's ass accepted my invading cock and he smiled and nodded approvingly. I repositioned myself into a pushup position, nearly bending Coach in half - and really started pounding into him--thrusting into Coach's moist tunnel and pulling out just as quickly.

Coach started moaning and panting. His head began moving from side-to-side. He let out a low, deep, throat cry and panted, "Faster... Finley... faster!"

I bucked faster trying to please Coach. "C'mon buddy fuck me!" he shouted intensely through clinched teeth. "Do it! Yeah...do it buddy! Fuck me! Harder! Oh yeah... That's it! Oh yeah..." Within seconds Coach gasped, "I'm..." gasping again, "I'm...." then roared "C-U-M-M-I-N-G!"

Coach shouted so loud that I'm sure the neighbors heard through the common wall. The first rope of thick white cream shot from his dick as he jacked himself, landing on his hairy left pec, a second shot hit his chin, and a third flew past him and landed on the headboard. All of this was much more than I could take and I leaned forward putting all of my weight on my wrists as I felt my spunk traveling down the length of my cock. My dick exploded as Coach's sphincter muscles clamped down on me; my balls emptied into Coach's warm, moist, man-chute.

We both panted and gasped for air and I collapsed onto Coach. Coach wrapped both of his thick hairy arms across my back, tightly squeezing me as I rested my head on his manly furred chest. His perspiration bonded me to him as we both drifted into a restful nap.

When I awoke, smells from our raw animal man sex session filled my nostrils. Coach woke at that very same moment too. He turned to me and smiled, putting me into a headlock, pulling me closer to him--choking me, but in a manly, friendly way. He gave me a peck on the forehead with a short kiss. "What are your plans after you graduate Finley?"

"Well, I was accepted to the University, but what I'd really want to is take some time off from school," I said adding, "Maybe I'll find a job, I guess. But, one thing is for sure; I can't wait until I move out of the house. I need to go or else my folks will treat me like a kid the rest of my life - like they do now."

"Really?" Coach said. "Well, I know this guy who needs a roommate. The place is really small, but I'm sure you two would get along great. In fact, I KNOW you two will get along" he emphasized with a devilish grin.

"Might I be laying right next to the guy that you have in mind Coach?" I asked precociously.

Coach took me into his thick hairy arms again and gave me another tight squeeze.