Usual disclaimer applies: although based on real people, this story in no way indicates their sexual preference in real life, and does not intend to do so. Safe sex, always practise it, even if they don't in the stories; remember, these are not real, so they don't need to worry about disease or infection, you do, so play it safe, rather than sorry. Any suggestions for further stories, plot, storylines, etc., forward them to shagmyass@yahoo.com I had no contact from anyone following the last instalment, and if the same response comes to this one, I'll pull the plug, as no one seems interested. Hope you enjoy!!
Jonny had been in a school up in Scotland for a number of weeks. The coach was an old friend of the England coach, and so he pulled a few strings, got Jonny placed there longer than usual. Up to now, there was no indication that anyone had heard of what had happened at the other schools between Jonny and the pupils in the older years, no winks, nudges, or looks to show that he'd been rumbled up here. As a result, he was getting more and more frustrated, as three weeks was too long for any man to go without action of any kind. He didn't like to wank, and with the living arrangements (he was sharing a room in a house with three teachers), and his loud orgasms, he couldn't take the chance.
He was just walking down to the changing rooms, to make sure all the year 14 pupils had gone, and that all was tidy, when he heard a strange noise passing the coach's office. It wasn't strange in itself, but to hear it in this location was unusual. It sounded like the moaning of a man getting satisfaction sexually. Jonny couldn't understand how this could be, as there was no rumour going round of the coach seeing any of the female teachers in the school, and besides, coming down here to the barren end of the school, so to speak, where nothing else was near hand at all, was the last scenario he could see any woman liking. Nevertheless, the moaning was getting louder, and Jonny could make out encouraging suggestions, like: "Ohhh yes, suck it harder now." And "Just like that, slow and solid."
To Jonny, there was no doubt, the coach was getting a blowjob, but the question was from whom? He decided to find out, and positioning himself round the corner, waited for the willing participant to come out of the office. He didn't have to wait too long, as, after five minutes, he heard a tremendous yell, and not even two minutes after that, a person came round the corner, and nearly bumped into him.
"Oh, sorry sir, didn't see you there." Was their explanation. Looking up at Jonny was none other than the head boy of the school, was also happened to be captain of the eldest rugby team. He was very like Jonny himself, in that his build and hair colouring were similar, and even the height was close. Jonny excused him, and stood staring as the fellow headed off to catch the bus home.
He headed straight round to the coach's office.
"Jonny, how long have you been here?" The coach asked somewhat nervously.
"Long enough." Jonny replied, pinning him with a stare to let the coach know exactly what he knew had happened.
'don't look at me like that." The coach answered. "He asked me, not the other way round." He continued, more confident now, but still edgy underneath the bravado.
"But you're his teacher," said Jonny. "You have an obligation to say no. Legally!!"
"I know, I know," the coach said, sitting down. "But it was on a golden platter, what can I say?"
"I'm going to have to report this to the principal." Jonny said. "I can't just pretend this didn't happen, and it's a pity, you're a great leader for these lads. You've pissed up big time here."
"Oh c'mon Jonny, everyone deserves a second chance, and this has never happened before I swear." The coach pleaded.
"I don't know, it seems unfair to the lads." Jonny said.
"What's unfair," the coach asked. 'sacking a good coach for one mistake, or letting them keep a coach who's learned his lesson?"
"But have you?" Jonny said.
'too right I have Jonny, honestly." The coach replied. 'my heart couldn't take another shock like this. From now on, any fun will be strictly with adults only. Over sixteen and not taught by me."
"Really?" Jonny said, plans forming in his mind.
"Really." The coach said, sounding defeated.
"Prove it then." Jonny said.
"What, how?!" the coach asked.
Jonny didn't answer him, but pulled down his tracksuit bottoms instead, and pointed to his cock.
"What, you want me to suck YOU?!" the coach said unbelievingly.
Jonny said nothing again, to make the coach feel small, just nodded.
"I can't believe it, my dream come true." The coach declared, diving onto his knees in front of Jonny.
Jonny was dumbfounded, shocked at the coach's confession. Even more shocking was how GOOD he was at giving a blowjob. Tingling and sensations he never knew could happen were shooting through Jonny's cock, and onwards through the rest of his body. His cock grew immediately, swelling to a generous 14", nearly choking coach, but then he accommodated it, his throat expanding round the head and most of the shaft. He moved up and down, slow, quick, sucking hard then loose, Jonny didn't know what to expect next. He could feel his knees getting weak, and locked them, to save himself the embarrassment of falling down during a good suck, no, make that a great suck. Coach started massaging Jonny's balls as he sucked, squeezing gently on them in tandem to his sucking motions on his cock, then rubbing them up against his chin, the stubble causing tremors to run through Jonny's whole body. The experience had only lasted five minutes so far, but Jonny could feel the cum building up in his balls. He placed his hands on the back of coach's head, making sure he didn't miss the load he was about to produce. Coach felt it coming himself, in the way Jonny's balls tightened up in his palm, and pushed the shaft down his throat as far as he could, burying his nose in Jonny's pubes. He started to swallow, using his throat muscles to encourage Jonny to shoot, the ripples feeling like an intense vacuum on Jonny's cock.
Jonny started to moan loudly, pushing his shaft in further, if that were possible, down coach's throat, before letting out a yell that made coach's orgasm earlier sound like a squeal, and unleashing his load into coach's throat and gullet.
Coach swallowed hastily, eager for the cum to hit his stomach as soon as possible, so he could digest Jonny Wilkinson's cum. He'd dreamt of this moment for so long, Jonny using him for relief sexually, feeding him his cock to suck on, and now it was coming true. It was part of the reason he didn't turn down that pupil earlier, was the resemblance to Jonny. What Jonny had thought to be the coach moaning was in fact the pupil, coach fantasising while sucking him that he was in fact sucking Jonny. Who'd have imagined that it would have led to this.
Jonny stood trembling, his cock slowly deflating, pulling itself back through coach's throat, to settle in his mouth. Jonny pulled out altogether, and managed to pull up his tracksuit bottoms over his thighs.
"Have to give it to you," he said to coach. "You know how to give a great blowjob."
"Funny," coach replied. 'that's what head boy said too." Giving Jonny a grin.
"Okay, I'll keep quiet about you and him, but no others." Jonny warned.
"No way Jonny, I'm a man of my word." Coach replied. He knew he wouldn't now anyway. He had his dream come true, and that was all that mattered to him now.
"See you Monday." Jonny said, and walked out of the office.
Coach sat there, and then got his things together before hurrying home to wank thinking about what had just happened.