Coach Takedown

Coach Takedown Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

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The following was inspired by Mike, aka Slim & Thick. Thanks for the assist, buddy.

COACH TAKEDOWN by Bill Drake

Coach Henley would often tell me I had the biggest set of balls in Colorado, for having the guts to pursue older men like I did.

But my secret weapon was my wild sense of humor. I could say something outrageous with a flash of my dimpled, goofy-jock smile and men would take it as a joke. Shit like, "You got a real fine, meaty butt, Coach." Or "really showing it off in those sweats today, Coach." Or "When you gonna let me tap that ass of yours, Coach?" Coach would laugh along, like it was our private joke. He'd even try to joke back.

Till one day after my assfucking comments got cruder, he stopped and looked at me. "Dang, Bennett, you're serious aren't you?"

I didn't back down, but stood in front of him in a square stance, hands on the hips of my wrestling singlet, my chest puffed out some. "Sure am, Coach," I said in a low voice, with complete sincerity. "If you ever let me take a go at that ass, I'd be the happiest dude on Earth."

That caught the man off guard. His handsome, 42-year-old masculine face was like a deer in the headlights. "That wouldn't be appropriate, Mike," he said, using my first name in a rare occasion.

I let him off the hook, for the moment. "I get it, Coach," I said in my most can-do voice. "Not trying to get you in trouble or anything. It's just... you tell us to go for it on the mat, like it's our last bout. Well... I went for it."

I saw a pained expression on his face, and maybe he thought I was twisting the lessons he taught us. But it was back to business, Henley went back to coaching me in evading an opponent's grip, something I'd been having trouble with in recent matches.

After that day, I eased off. At least with the words. My eye contact let Coach H know I was still very much interested and still very obsessed with his ass. And the man didn't try to hide that magnificent daddy rump. If anything the sweats he wore to practice molded around those round, thick dad cakes even more lewdly. I figured none of my teammates were into dudes like I was, but how they didn't turn gay for Henley's ex-wrestler ass is a mystery I'll never figure out.

So I would stare and Coach would glower when he caught me, but he never called me out or anything. If he did, I wouldn't have stopped looking anyway. If the man wasn't gonna bend over for me, I sure as hell was gonna store up as many visual memories for my JO sessions later.

It was Henley who made the next move. After practice, I was starting to leave when he barked my name. "Bennett!... Got a second?"

"Sure, Coach," I said, stepping into his office.

He looked up at me, nervous but with a grin that said something was on his mind. "You know that issue we were talking about the other day... why don't you come by my place some time and we can talk through it."

It took me a second to realize what he was talking about but once I did I had the biggest smile the man had probably ever seen. "Oh yeah, glad to... any time."

"You free this evening? Maybe around 8?"

"I'll be there, Coach."

I was on cloud fucking nine all afternoon and all through dinner. Trying to make polite small talk with my parents and then assuring them I had my homework done before heading over to Coach's. He'd had the team over for an end of season pool party the last couple of years, so I knew well where his place was.

Good thing, too, because I could barely concentrate on anything other than my erection the whole drive over. For all my bluster and all my vivid fantasy life and all the stories I'd read about young jocks topping some older daddy, I was just 18 and pretty inexperienced. I'd had my dick sucked in the mall bathroom by some married daddy once, but had never fucked a guy. I was gonna tonight.

Coach had a dreamy, almost relaxed expression on his face as he greeted me at the door. I had never thought about why Henley was a bachelor, it just seemed part of his gruff-guy persona. But he was half naked now, wearing just those sweatpants I'd jacked off to thinking about for the last year or two, and his bare chest was thick and muscled and covered with a hell of a lot of soft brown hair. For a man in his 40s, he still kept in great shape and for all of his hefty middle-aged build, his belly was flat, not a dadbod.

"Come in, Mike," he said in a normal dude voice, not his normal coach style bark. "This stays between us, right?"

"Oh yeah, Coach. I swear."

That seemed to be all the assurance he needed because once he shut the door he stepped up to me and kissed me. Fuck, this was gonna be an epic night. Better than that bathroom BJ, for sure. I kissed him right back, first following Coach's lead, then taking the initiative with the tongue work. The man seemed to like that, and he had a big smile on his face when he finally pulled back. "Let's take it to the bedroom, buddy."

I nodded, a smirk on my face, then followed Henley back down the hall. His back was just magnificent bared for me. Broad shoulders balancing the meaty lats and a pure wall of rippled daddy muscle in between. But the prize was that booty. Wrestlers have great asses and middle-aged ex-wrestlers have even better ones. Henley had one of the best I'd ever seen, just round and sculpted with just the right amount of give. The only other one I'd seen that was close was Principal Connors, an ex-wrestler himself.

As we stepped into his bedroom, Coach pushed down on the waistband of those sweats and I saw that amazing ass naked for my gaze. The round buns were covered in the same soft fur as his front, the hair getting thicker deeper into his crack. As he kicked off the leg of his sweats, the cleft parted just a bit with the contaction of the gluteal muscle.

"Damn, Coach," I hissed just before I peeled off my Aurora High long-sleeve T. "I've jerked off so much dreaming about that ass, but it's even hotter in person."

The compliment was just the right thing to say. Henley turned around, his just-under-six-inch tool sticking up like a spike, his furry balls clinging to it. A smile was on his face, encouraging and complicit. "Anything you've been dreaming of doing to it, Bennett?"

I nodded, playing up the horny jock role. "Fuck yeah, sir. Eating it out, playing with it some..." I said, recounting the porn-fueled fantasies I'd developed in great detail. Maybe Coach H wouldn't be up for all of it, but I was going for it. Putting it all out there. "... fucking it."

I sensed Henley was real into the idea, all of it. But he also seemed apprehensive as his eyes swept up and down my half-naked form. "I get the feeling you're pretty hung, Mikey," he said, putting on a playful tone.

It's true. I have a long dick, thick too, that looks out of proportion to my 5'9" body. "Have a look, Coach," I teased then pulled off my sweats and compression briefs.

Coach honest to god whistled as he saw my prick spring out and rise up from my crotch. "Damn, buddy... promise you'll go easy on your coach."

My heart pounded. "Scouts honor, sir," I said, kicking off my underwear and standing in front of him full on naked and erect now, feeding off the realization I was about to fuck this authority figure and daddy extraordinaire. "Honest, Henley," I growled, taking the liberty of calling him by his last name, like he did with me. "Getting in your ass is such a dream, I'll fuck you however the hell you want." Normally, the guys on the team didn't curse with Coach. He could say hell, fuck, shit, damnit all he wanted as he chewed us out, but if we so much whispered a swear word we were running laps.

Things were different now. Henley gave me a friendly smirk and stepped up to me. I could feel the heat from his muscle-DILF coach bod seconds before our dicks made contact. "Think you can take it slow, Bennett? Like in practice... working on your patience."

I chuckled and as I ran my hand up the swell of his bare lets my cock spurted out a sprtiz of precum. God, this was gonna be so good. "You'll see so much game focus, Henley," I replied, pressing my hard crotch into his.

We kissed. And I surprised Coach by going at it real soft. So fucking soft the dude actually moaned like a wounded animal. It was then that I knew how bad Henley wanted this, wanted it almost as much as I did. We made out, feeding off each other's lust, getting deeper into the kiss before pulling back to the soft approach, then more sexual again. Like a roller coaster, getting higher with each ascent. His hands were now on my lean wrestler jock body, feeling up every inch he could get a hold off.

"You're such a hot fucker, Mike," he growled into my half open mouth. "I tried to my hands off you."

"I like them on me, Coach," I growled, now licking up the side of his corded neck. I'd like to think I had a plan for how to top my first daddy ass, but instead I just rode along a wave of teen-jock horniness and male instinct, copying some of the moves I'd seen in porn videos. I didn't even know if I'd like licking ass. I knew it turned me on to watch in porn, but I guess you never know until face to face with the real thing.

But as I got face to face with Henley's ass, watching the man spread his legs and pull him back to his chest, splaying out his hairy hole for me, I felt a primal rush and just started eating his ass. I was hooked and it took me a minute to realize maybe I should vary it up.

Finally, it took some willpower to pull off, but the view of that spit wet pucker, hairs matted down, was incredible. Coach handed me some lube and I fingered him, this time taking some instruction from him on when tio add another digit. In between I'd lube my cock up, too, not daring to touch it more than necessary. All the while, I went super slow, making sure Henley's hole was good and relaxed.

"I wanna fuck you, Coach," I hissed as I looked up in excitement to his face.

He nodded. "It's been a while, kid," he said. "Remember your promise."

"Yes, sir," I replied getting up into place and lining my dick up. I could see why Coach was admonishing to take it easy. I was so turned on and it would have been easy to just shove up into him. Instead, I nestled into the slick indentation of his man pucker and applied the most gradual of pressure.

I finally popped in and let out a loud, "Fuck!" Coach's insides were vice tight and oven hot and I never felt more alive or turned on.

I worried I'd hurt Coach but he seemed to concentrate on something and pretty soon I felt his ass relax some. The guts unclenched and my dick just pushed in. Not fast, but uninterrupted, until I was balls deep.

"Oh damn, Mikey, you're a big boy," he hissed, clearly turned on but feeling a certain intensity.

"Yes, sir, Coach," I replied, now running my hands along his outer thighs, coaxing him to relax into the fuck.

I took the initiative this time, sensing when the clenching around my cock grew less intense and less frequent. Slowly, I started pumping his ass. Several inches of jock dick with each stroke. It drove Henley wild.

"God yeah, stud, fuck me... fuck your Coach."

His words encouraged me to pick up speed and go a little harder. I figured he could tell me to ease up if I went too far. "Feels so fucking good, Henley..."

I don't know what possessed me to address him in a familiar way like that but it brought a knowing smile to his face. "You like taking me down a peg, dontya?" he laughed.

I nodded, feeling caught. "Yeah, pretty much." My dick was now working in and out of his hole at a steady clip. I was having my first fuck and enjoying the hell out of it.

Henley's authoritative bark returned. "Just remember I still call the shots outside of the bedroom, hear?"

"Yeah, Coach," I replied. Then feeling the pleasure in my cock, which was rising steady but not too quickly, I added, "It's not gonna take much for me to cum..."

Henley was stroking his own tool but released it and looked up at me. "Wanna try a different position, first?" he asked.

I nodded. I liked missionary and the ability to see Henley's face as I dicked him, to see his furry hunky ex-wrestler body, but it was an understatement to say I was curious about other ways to have sex too.

I eased out of the man's furry hole and watched as he maneuvered himself on to all fours. I'd fantasized about doggy position, a lot, but Henley's backside was going to make this the fuck of all fucks, I decided. Meaty, furry globes jutted out from a defined back and knotted hamstrings. An ass like Coach's should be illegal.

I gave him a second to settle in place, then fisted my cock once and lined it up to his asshole again. The entry was easy and it was off to the races. I fucked up into this hot daddy of a coach, excited and eager. But the angle was a little low, so I pulled out, hoisted his ass up and entered him again. The angle jabbed something in Coach, cause he yelled "oh fuck!" and his just pushed me out. Strong internal muscles expelled my dick, which cleared his reddened ring.

I was concerned for a second. "You OK, Coach?" I asked.

His face was beet red as he flipped over. "Yeah, I just came like a motherfucker that's all," he swore. Sure enough, the sheets were soaked with streaks of fresh cum.

I needed to get off now, bad, so I jerked my cock rapidly, taking in all of his hot body below me. Jets of my own seed fired out all over him.

"Aw yeah, Bennett... shoot that load... Fuck!" Coach wasn't just buttering me up. He was genuinely impressed with my load.

We kissed for a minute after that and Henley asked if I wanted to shower off. He joined me in the shower and I loved every minute of the afterglow, soaping up Coach's meaty body and feeling his hands on mine.

"Remember, no one can find out about this, Mike. And when we're not fucking, I'm your Coach," he said.

"You're my Coach when I'm fucking you, too," I smirked. "That's what makes it so hot."

Henley smiled. I knew he was feeling the same forbidden fruit thing on his end. Making it with one of his wrestlers.

"All right," he smirked. "We'll find a way to do this, a lot if you want. We just gotta be careful."

It was a few days later before I fucked Henley again. We'd played it normal at school, and I worried we were being too distant with one another. But no one noticed a thing out of the blue.

Coach lived on his own. I was the one who'd have a hard time getting away. But come Wednesday I'd told my folks I was going over to my buddy Kevin's to study. I'd barely gotten into my car when I called Coach.

"Hey, Bennett," he answered. His normal Coach voice, but I sensed there was some anticipation, too.

"Hey Coach," I greeted. "I have an hour or so if you're free." I'd have to go over to Kevin's at some point.

"Yeah, I'm free Mike. Come on over. Just park on the street over and come in by the back."

"Got it. See you soon Coach."

Henley greeted me with just a towel wrapped around his waist. There's something incredible about an ex-wrestler body and it was impressive how rippled Henley's still was.

But his attention seemed on me as I slipped inside and shut the sliding glass door. "You're such a handsome young man, Mikey," he said softly, stepping up to me for a soft kiss. It was a gentler approach than I expected. Or maybe I was just in horny 18-year-old mode and didn't know how to take it slow.

I was learning, though, responding to Coach's kiss as my hand traveled up his bare sides gently. When we broke my heart was pounding a hundred beats a minute. "God, that's hot," I hissed.

Coach smiled. "I didn't have the guts to ask you last time, but was that your first...?"

I nodded. "Yeah, it was."

The man seemed a little embarrassed. "You seemed to know what you were doing... I wasn't sure."

Never tell a top that. Particularly a young State Champ wrestler. My ego was already pretty big.

I smirked at him. "I just feel bad I didn't get to see how you are at blowjobs, Henley."

Coach shot me a "be careful" look but crouched right there in the kitchen and started undoing my jeans. I'd gone without underwear and my erection plopped right out. Coach hissed and felt it up a second before pulling me toward his lips.

I'd later learn that Henley wasn't the best cocksucker in the world, at least compared to a real expert, but he was fine at it and to me it was all incredible. The soft lapping of his tongue, the gentle suction, the slupring sounds. The sight of his thinning hair, flecked with gray. I stood and leaned back a bit and enjoyed it all. I'd experienced head before but the fact that it was Henley doing the honors gave me an extra thrill.

I didn't want to cum this way, though, so I tapped his shoulder to urge him off.

He held my spit-wet cock, eyes taking in my size. "You gonna fuck me with this bad boy again, Bennett?"

"You know I am, Coach," I said.

Henley let out a sexy growl and stood up. "Follow me," he barked and once again we were making our way back to his master bedroom. He took off the towel, and I saw his magnificent nakedness once again. As I stripped, he was already getting out the lube and then getting on the bed, his hard tool sticking up from his fur.

We connected skin to skin, dick to dick. It was as hot as before, or nearly so. We made out some and like before, I ate Coach out, fingered him, then pushed my cock inside him.

It had been only a few days since last time and his ass accepted me more readily this time. Before, Henley had held his legs back, but this time he rested them on my shoulders as I pumped him.

"Fuck, I missed this," he said, like it had been months since our last fuck.

"You're so hot, Coach," I growled, getting up in him deeper, with more deliberate strokes now.

His eyes were wide as he looked up at me in lust. "Can't believe you made a play for me, Bennett. Big goddamn set of balls on ya..."

I smiled. "Those balls are against your ass, Henley," I growled, holding my cock deep in him for a few seconds to fully possess him.

"FUCK!" he growled. "That feels nice, buddy."

I pulled back finally and resumed fucking. I was getting more and more turned on and felt Coach's lust rising too.

Finally, I asked him. "Getting close, Coach?"

He nodded. "Pretty much.... feel like nailing me doggy again, Mikey? That drove me wild last time."

"Hell yeah," I said and even more adroitly than last time, we were repositioning, Henley on all fours, me covering close behind in my kneeling position. Only this time, I raised those hips high, and entered him.

"Fuck yes!" Henley barked. I was thrusting hard and hitting his p-spot directly. Hammering his pleasure button. It took about six strokes and once more Coach's ass was pushing me out. I didn't let him, though. Gripping his hips, I fucked through the clenching of his guts and was rewarded with the most intense feeling in my life. Like a sex-toy machine milking my hard dick with pulsing, rhythmic contractions. As I fucked Coach manically, sending more cum out of his balls, I gave it up, too, big time. I hadn't nutted inside Henley last time, but he was getting good and sauced now.

I finally extracted myself and lay down next to Henley to make sure he OK. The sheets were absolutely soaked as he turned on his side. "Jesus, stud. That was like a whole goddamn minute of rolling orgasm. Second time out, huh?"

"Yeah, Henley," I said proudly. "No way was I pulling out this time. I had to feel what it was like to breed you."

He looked at me a little wistfully, like maybe he'd created a Frankenstein's monster. Only, maybe he was more concerned with the monster I'd unleashed in him. "I'm being greedy, Mike," he said.

"Whaddya mean?" I asked.

He gave me a lusty smirk. "I'm just imagining what it would be like to go all night with you."

I thought I was satisfied, but his words made my dick fill out into a new erection. "You'd be able to take that Coach?" I asked. I was definitely surprised by the suggestion.

"I'd give it the college try," he answered. "I haven't cum like that, in well, forever."

I looked at the clock. "I gotta go now, Coach, or I'd fuck you again now."

He nodded and eased off the bed. "I'm just getting a little out of control." Then looking down at the bed, he said, "Christ I'm gonna have to wash the sheets aren't I?"

I chuckled. "They're pretty fucking soaked, Coach." Already I was pulling my jeans on again and picking up my shirt.

I enjoyed this part of the sex too, the regular guy banter with Coach after the act. Easing back to our normal roles with each other, but also sharing a new intimacy. I made sure I had everything, and Coach walked me back to the sliding door.

"There's this app, Bennett," he said at last. "If you think you can download it without it being a problem, it's safer to message that way." He gave me the name of it and his handle.

That made sense, and I knew I'd be using it from here on out.

I got the sense Henley wasn't in this for romance so I actually gave him a fist bump when we parted. I walked back to the car and knew I had to wipe the cocky look off my face or Kevin would know something was up.

Fortunately precalc is pretty much a boner killer, so I was back to normal as Kevin and I worked on our assignment. We weren't dumb jocks, but we were both solid B students with parents who wanted us to be solid A students, and both of us sucked at math. We worked on our problem set and shot the breeze for a while, and by 10 I left.

Back home I downloaded the app Coach mentioned and shot him a message.

"Too bad you couldn't go a second time, Mikey," Henley wrote after a few back and forths.

"Damn Henley. Would have loved that." Then, "You have such a hot fucking ass."

I got a smiley face in return then. "Away game is next week. An overnighter. Gonna assign you to be stuck in my room."

"That you said we had to be careful." I was half teasing him, but I was concerned for real. I didn't want this good thing to end, for any reason.

"Just this once and we'll be good, Bennett."

"Can't wait, Coach."

Henley didn't write any more and I guess there wasn't too much more to say. I'd get an all-night session boning Coach and hopefully learn a couple more of his triggers. I stripped down for bed and pulled down my briefs too. And slowly I worked my cock with my hand, reliving in vivid detail the evening's fuck.

With an impish smile, I got an idea. I picked up my phone again and took a picture of my still firm dick and the spray of cum all over my ripped jock belly. I figured the messaging app was private, so I fired it Coach's way.

It was few minutes later when I got a message in return. That glorious, firm hairy belly of Henley's coated with his own seed.

"Sleep tight, Mikey," was all he wrote.