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PART FOUR
Eric pushed the window open and stepped cautiously through, until his feet rested on Coach Anson's dresser. Eric quietly pushed the window closed and hopped down onto a chair and then onto the bedroom floor. The sound of Coach Anson's shower filled the room; wisps of steam escaped through the bathroom door that was slightly ajar. Eric crept over to the door, pushed it slowly, and peered in.
Steam fogged up the bathroom mirror that ran the length of the room. Coach Anson had various bathroom items along the wall near his sink - after shave, shaving cream, cologne, jock itch medication, workout supplements, and...what the fuck was that? Right next to the shower was an 8-inch, flesh-colored dildo standing on its base. Eric had never seen anything like it; he took in a quick breath to regain his composure.
Coach Anson stood in the shower, behind a clear-colored, slightly opaque shower curtain. Due to the bathroom ceiling lights, Eric could make out the Coach's silhouette - from his meaty shoulders, his bulging pecs, his powerful back, his thick glutes, and his bulging prick. Eric watched in awe as Coach Anson soaped up his cock and massaged it in his soapy hands.
Eric's attention quickly returned to the 8-inch dildo standing erect on the bathroom sink. As Eric stepped closer to inspect it, he slid on the wet bathroom tile floor. Eric caught himself, but not before his right foot smacked the underside of the bathroom sink with a loud "slap."
The Coach was startled by the unexpected noise and dropped his soap on the tub floor. His hand brushed back the shower curtain to see his intruder, Eric Anson, standing in his bathroom. The Coach stared at Eric for one second while Eric's eyes absorbed the sight of Coach Anson standing naked and wet. Coach Anson's muscular 5-10, 190-pound frame glistened from the steamy hot shower, but his nipples became erect from the cold breeze of the bathroom. The Coach's cock stood semi-erect, covered in soap suds; his balls were completely shaved.
Eric tried to turn and bolt, but Coach Anson stepped out of the shower and threw Eric to the bedroom floor, just outside the bathroom door.
Coach Anson reached for a towel from the rack, and Eric tried to break away a second time. This time, Coach Anson spoke with authority: "Eric Anson, I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing here, breaking into my house in the middle of the night, but you're not going anywhere just yet."
Eric sat down at the foot of Coach Anson's bed. Eric thought about the Coach fucking that woman in this same bed only 15 minutes earlier while Eric watched the Coach wrap the towel around his lower torso and walk toward Eric.
Eric feared the Coach would punch him, but the Coach grabbed Eric's head and pushed Eric's face into the part of the towel covering the Coach's groin. Coach Anson spoke sternly: "Eric, I don't know what possessed you to sneak into my house, but I still have a score to settle with you."
Coach Anson continued: "I lost my job only a few days after our little incident in the locker room. And I think you may have had something to do with it."
Eric spoke up for the first time, "No, Coach, I didn't say anything."
Coach Anson responded: "Just the same, now that I no longer work for the school district, I can finally discipline you the way I'd wanted on that day you saw me bang Diego."
Coach Anson unwrapped his towel and threw it on the chair that stood next to the dresser. Eric looked straight ahead and stared directly at the Coach's beer-can-sized dick and clean-shaven ball sack. Coach Anson stepped closer to Eric and whispered, "Open wide, you cocksucker."
Eric opened his mouth instinctively and let his tongue massage the thick piece that parted his moist lips. Eric tasted skin and sweat, but he also tasted a bit of something else, perhaps a bit of the woman the Coach had banged while Eric spied on him.
Eric's mouth wrapped around Coach Anson's thick dick, and he moistened the Coach's cock head thoroughly. The Coach pulled his cock out of Eric's willing mouth and then inserted it slowly back inside. The Coach let out a quiet sigh and guided Eric's hands around until they grabbed hold of the Coach's meaty muscle ass cheeks.
Eric wished he could spy on himself at this moment. He sat at the end of Coach Anson's bed. His mouth worked the Coach's prick until it grew to an 8.5-by-6-inch fuck stick; his hands massaged the Coach's hairless, bulging ass cheeks.
The Coach removed his prick from Eric's mouth and held it tight in his hand. Coach Anson moved in closer and forced Eric's mouth to the Coach's hairless ball sack. Eric instinctively reached out with his tongue and glided his tongue across the cool skin of the Coach's balls. Eric licked Coach Anson's balls softly, slowly; Eric flirted with licking the underside of the Coach's sack, stopping quickly for a quick lick across his tightly puckered asshole.
By this time, Eric's cock was leaking a noticeable amount of pre-cum. Eric's shorts showed a big wet spot, and his cock jutted out, away from his crotch. Coach Anson reached down and guided his hand beneath Eric's shorts. The Coach's strong, masculine hand grabbed Eric's boyish cock and squeezed. Eric breathed in quickly.
Eric worked back up to Coach Anson's cock and deep-throated the Coach for the very first time. Coach Anson's hand continued to massage Eric's boyhood while Eric sucked on the Coach's lengthening prick.
As Eric swallowed every inch he could take of the Coach's thick piece of meat, Eric snuck a finger up to massage the Coach's puckered hole. The Coach sighed louder and rammed his cock deep into the warm, moist recesses of Eric's gullet. Eric applied slightly more pressure to his finger and inserted it shallowly and cautiously into the Coach's ass.
Suddenly, Coach Anson broke away from Eric and walked into the bathroom. Eric calmed himself in a moment, but the Coach returned with the 8-inch dildo from the bathroom. Eric's eyes widened as the Coach spoke: "Eric, I think it's time you learned a valuable lesson."
Coach Anson raised his hand to Eric's shoulder and forced Eric to turn over onto his stomach, face down on the bed. The sheets smelled musty and were wet in places. Eric smelled the Coach's cum but also the woman's aroma. As Eric lay face down on the bed, Coach Anson took his lubed middle finger and inserted it deep into Eric's ass. Before Andy Garner had fucked Eric's hole, Eric had been virgin. Since Eric's fuck session, his ass had healed back up with each passing day. When the Coach inserted his thick, lubed middle finger, Eric cried out in pleasure and in pain.
Coach Anson moved his thick finger in and out of Eric's boy ass, ensuring Eric's hole was thoroughly lubed. The Coach removed his finger and then forced the oversized head of the 8-inch dildo into Eric's ass chute. Eric spread his ass cheeks apart in order to accommodate the large stiff rod up his ass. The Coach continued to push the dildo inside, pausing every 2 inches to allow Eric to adjust.
Eric breathed in and out, panting and moaning with pleasure. The Coach pushed the dildo all the way in, until Eric could feel its head poke deep inside him. Eric felt like he'd been pierced with a sword, but the feeling of the dildo against his prostate caused him to relax and enjoy the sensation.
Coach Anson pulled the dildo out slowly from between Eric's bouncy ass cheeks, feeling the resistance of Eric's tight pucker clinging to the dildo's stiffness. The Coach only removed about half of the dildo before he plunged it back into Eric's ass with a more abrupt motion.
Eric's head lolled back and his eyes opened wide. Eric saw the Coach's right hand at the base of the dildo, using his left hand resting on Eric's ass cheek to steady himself, and the Coach's cock stood fully erect with a drop of moist pre-cum in its slit.
Coach Anson began to fuck Eric in earnest with the dildo. The Coach pushed the dildo in quickly and deeply, and then he withdrew it slowly while caressing Eric's ass cheek with his free hand. The Coach occasionally slapped Eric's boyish white ass cheeks with his free hand while jockeying the dildo in and out of Eric's willing ass chute.
After several minutes, the Coach removed the dildo and greased up his own cock with lube. Without a moment's hesitation, he placed all of his weight onto Eric's boyish frame and pushed his beer-can prick straight up Eric's open ass.
The Coach breathed deeply and began to buck back and forth. The Coach lay across Eric's body from head to toe, smothering the 17-year-old with his manly strength. The Coach pushed his prick deep inside, forcing Eric's ass to expand to take in his width. The Coach then curled his back muscles to withdraw his cock, only to drive it home harder and deeper on the next push.
The Coach began to buck harder and faster, like an animal in heat. He began to grumble into Eric's ear: "You fuckin' like this, don't ya?" "You fuckin' take my dick like a pro you fuckin' 17-year-old slut." "No wonder Andy Garner broke up with his girlfriend after I let him fuck your twat." "You wanted me for a long time, wanted my cock up your tight ass, fuckin' you hard, getting' fucked by a jock stud...that's right."
The Coach suddenly withdrew his cock rod from Eric's ass and spurted several long cum shots across Eric's back and shoulders. Coach Anson cried out loudly during each shot of his orgasm. Eric lay motionless on the bed until the Coach left for the bathroom.
Eric rolled over onto his back, a huge puddle of cum had soaked the Coach's bedsheets from Eric's groin to his shoulders. Eric had cum twice with the Coach - once when the Coach was fucking him hard with the dildo, and the other when the Coach buried his cock deep in Eric's ass.
Eric lay on the bed quietly dozing. Little did he know that the night with Coach Anson was not quite complete...