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PART ONE
Eric slipped into Coach Anson's office at the back of the men's high school locker room. He was looking for the key to the Coach's desk drawer. Rumors abounded that the Coach had collected a number of student videos during his years at Southfield High. Eric just turned 17 and was one of Southfield's up-and-coming athletes. He was 5-9, 165 pounds, dark hair, light eyes, muscular, bubble but, but fit. As Eric searched for the key, he heard voices entering the locker room. Eric ducked inside a locker that housed Coach Anson's clothes and sports equipment.
It sounded like two voices -- a man and a woman. In a matter of seconds, Eric recognized Mr. Diego, along with a sexy young brunette woman Eric hadn't seen before. Mr. Diego was Eric's geometry teacher, but to everyone else he was "Alex." Alex was in his mid-twenties and made all the women at Southfield swoon. He was Hispanic and handsome, stood 5'11" tall, dark hair, dark eyes, muscular frame that rippled when he walked. The cut of his pants showed off every finely sculpted muscle of his ass, and his arms and chest popped out of his short-sleeved polo shirts.
As Alex and the young woman entered Coach Anson's office, Alex's hand was wrapped around the young woman's ass. They were laughing and hanging on each other. Alex spoke: "We'll have some privacy in here."
The young woman, dark hair, dark eyes, thin frame, stacked chest and firm ass, replied with a smile. Her hand reached around Alex's sturdy torso and cupped his luscious ass firmly. Her hand then darted back to the front of Alex's pants and began unbuckling his belt. Eric watched as they began to undress, standing only 10 feet away from his hideout in the locker.
Alex's pants dropped to the floor. Alex was not wearing any underwear, so his cock pointed out, standing parallel to the cement floor. His cock was moderately tan and dark. She handled Alex's cock, as he reached to unzip her skirt. Alex's cock became harder and thicker. Soon, the head became engorged and redder.
Alex hiked up her skirt over her abdomen, exposing her clean-shaven pussy lips, swollen and eager. He sank his dark, thick fingers into her moist pussy folds. Alex turned her around and bent her over Coach Anson's desk. She was now facing away from the locker, but Alex blocked her view when he came up close behind her. His plump ass cheeks faced Eric; they were hairless and bronzed. They hung like cantaloupes, tight and bouncy at the same time.
The next sound Eric heard was the sound of Alex's cock entering the young woman's tight, moist pussy from behind. Alex slipped inside skillfully, not asking for permission. He began to buck faster and faster, holding on to her shoulders for support and for domination. He grabbed her hips and fucked her harder and harder.
Alex's bucking quickened as he came. He withdrew and shot a quick spurt of cum near her pussy and down her leg. Several more spurts coated the young woman's ass with a thick layer of cum. Alex trailed his finger through his cum and then inserted a thick, cum-coated finger into her moist pussy. He smiled and whispered: "Just want to leave you something to remember me by."
With that, Alex and the young woman quickly dressed and moved toward the door of Coach Anson's office. They were both stunned when they realized Coach Anson had been standing there quietly for several minutes, observing their fuck session. He eyed both of them. Coach Anson allowed the young woman to leave, but his arm blocked Alex's path.
After an awkward pause, Alex spoke first: "Hey, Coach, didn't see you standing there."
Coach Anson stood in the doorway. He was in his mid-thirties, dark blond hair with brown eyes, stood 5-10, and weighed 190 pounds. He was fit and built; his hairy muscular forearms stretching the arms of his light-colored T-shirt, his bulging pecs straining the thin T-shirt across his chest. Coach Anson's ass was a plump muscular silhouette filling out his navy track pants. He was pumped like he'd just completed a strenuous workout.
Coach Anson retorted: "That's because you were busy banging that chick." He continued, "How many times do I have to come in here to find you slamming your meat into some young twat?"
"I can't help it if I aim to please," Alex responded. He moved backward while still facing Coach Anson and backed up along the Coach's desk. Eric watched in awe.
Coach Anson followed Alex back toward his desk and spoke sternly: "I already caught you in here once this week and once a couple weeks ago." He then asked, "What did I say, Diego?"
Alex thought for a moment, his face showing a thought crossing his mind. He didn't say a word.
Coach Anson followed up: "I said, I would teach you to keep your dick in your pants, and I guess that's what it's come down to."
Coach Anson swiftly grabbed Alex's left hand and twisted it behind Alex's muscled back. Alex tried to squirm away but was trapped. Coach Anson wrenched Alex's hand tighter against Alex's back until Eric could see the pain visible on Alex's face. Alex winced and breathed in quickly, whispering: "What do you want, Coach? You really want a piece of me?"
Eric was puzzled, but the question was answered in deeds, not words. Coach Anson kept Alex's left hand pinned while the Coach's free hand reached around Alex's waist and undid Alex's belt. With one swift move, Alex's pants fell to the ground again, exposing his tanned, muscular ass muscles.
Still pinning Alex's left arm, Coach slid his track pants to the floor, exposing his lengthy 8.5-inch erect cock that stood up straight from the small bush of golden pubic hair. Eric could see that Coach Anson's balls were shaved bare. Coach Anson reached with his free hand and grabbed a small tub of creme. The creme was white and slid over Coach Anson's fingers. Coach Anson's fingers found Alex's virgin manhole and dug deep inside. Alex winced in pain, greater than what he now felt in his pinned left arm.
Coach Anson wasted no time. He removed his grip on Alex's left arm but simultaneously locked both of his masculine hands on Alex's shoulders. Coach pushed Alex's upper body down on the desk, automatically forcing Alex's lower torso to back up into the Coach's cock. Alex whispered lightly, "uh-huh," which Eric could barely hear.
Without touching his prick, Coach Anson guided his stiff meat into Alex's virgin muscle ass. Coach pushed straight in, solidly and quickly. Alex's head bobbed back in response as he drew in a long, shallow breath.
Just as quickly as the Coach forced his cock into Alex's tanned muscular ass, Coach bucked his massive hips backward and withdrew all but his cockhead from Alex's tight hole. Coach pushed forward again, his impact with Alex's muscular thighs causing a loud slapping sound. The Coach showed no mercy now, bucking back and forth like a dominant animal fucking its passive mate. Alex's eyes were hidden, but they must have held back tears. Coach responded: "Don't cry now, stud; I'll be through with you in a sec."
Coach pumped Alex's ass and held onto Alex's shoulders. Alex's cock bobbed up and down in response to getting fucked. Eric's eyes widened as Alex cried out, shooting a huge stream of cum across Coach Anson's desk.
Coach Anson responded by removing his grip from Alex's shoulders and grabbing onto Alex's thick hips. Coach pumped a few fast, hard, deep thrusts and withdrew. In an instant, Eric saw Coach Anson's cock shoot a long stream of creamy white cum up Alex's muscular back, almost to where the Coach had restrained Alex by the shoulders.
As the two regained their composure, the Coach spoke: "You take it well. If I ever catch you fucking some twat over my desk again, I'm going to invite Randy Garner, the wrestling coach, and we're both going to fuck you hard." Eric pictured Randy Garner, the 5-6, 180-pound Romanian wrestling coach standing naked alongside Coach Anson and Alex, when Eric suddenly fell out of the locker in which he'd been hiding.