Have you ever had that one experience that is seared in your mind and remains fresh years later. This is the one for me. It will never go away. Feel free to comment and or tell me of that memorable experience you have had that will always be with you. My e mail is taurus10002000@yahoo.com
I played football in high school. My football coach was muscular with a little paunch, mid-forties, hair all over, Greek looking in appearance. I would jack off twice a day thinking about him. When we had two a day practices, in the locker room before school, he would stand stark naked in front of the mirror and shave at the sink. Every year I would pick out a locker that would give the best possible view. When I graduated from junior college in the same town, and before I went off to the university my junior year in college to become a teacher, I went by Coach's house to talk to him about whether I should get a minor in P.E. to go along with my Social Science major. I rang the doorbell and Coach's son opened the door. I had played football with him in high school. He said his Dad was taking a shower and told me to go on into the family room. He went and yelled to his father I was there and said he was off to work. Coach shortly came out of the bathroom with a towel tied around his waist and sat down across from me in his easy chair. Needless to say his towel worked up and did not leave a whole lot to the imagination. After exchanging a few words, I don't know if he spotted me looking down so much or what, but he got up and came and sat down next to me on the couch, his leg touching mine (I had shorts on). I couldn't help but squirm as I was getting a massive hard-on. Coach was making small talk, but honestly I was paying no attention to what he was saying. All I could think about was the crush I had on him and had had since high school. Without saying a word, Coach, who had to see my tenting action, put his hand on my leg and slowly worked his hand up under my shorts. As he took his hand and gently rubbed my dick and balls in between my shorts and whitey tighties, he leaned over and asked me if that felt good. I think I let out a little sigh and mumbled "yes". About the same time I said yes, Coach gently kissed me on the cheek and said, "Let's get out of those shorts so we can take care of that problem." I couldn't believe that my wildest dreams were actually coming true. I stood up and Coach unsnapped me and pulled my zipper down. My shorts dropped and then he helped me out of my underwear. He started pulling my t-shirt up and I finished pulling it over my head. He slipped his towel off, releasing his own major hard-on. I had seen him naked in the locker room and showers many times, but not with his 6 inch, extra-wide uncut dick sticking straight up in the air. Coach said he was pleased that I was uncut. Coach then quipped "why do parents allow doctors to cut off little boys foreskins". "It seems like butchery". I had nothing to say, but I did remember his son from the locker room and he was uncut as well. My dick was about the same length as Coach, but I did not quite have the girth of Coach. After my college years, my cock girth expanded, just like my whole body frame. Every man I have been with comments about the width of my dick. Coach knelt down and grabbed my dick kissing my foreskin, gently tugging it outward. He then took his tongue and went all around the inside. He then slowly swallowed it, then backing off slowly, he started sucking slow and easy. It took less than a minute when I felt I was ready to cum. I started to tell him, when he broke in and said let it cum. As I started shooting cum, Coach never missed a stroke and swallowed every drop. He then stood up and kissed me lightly on the lips. He asked me if I had ever been with a man. "I said no". Then I said something that I'm sure did not surprise Coach, "I've never been with a girl either". Coach knew I came from a very conservative Christian home because during my junior year in high school, my parents would not let me go to Prom because there was dancing. After sitting back down on the couch a few minutes Coach asked me if I would feel comfortable going down and sucking his dick. I told him that was all I dreamed about when I saw him naked in the locker room. He told me he thought he saw extra long glances from me then. He leaned over and kissed me long and hard on the lips. I could feel a tingling inside of me again. I dropped to my knees and tried to engulf his piece in my mouth. I started going up and down with a fervor of lust. Coach told me slow down, there's no hurry, no one will be home for hours. I then tried to slow down and use the same motion he did on me. I could tell that was much better by Coach's reaction. I tried not to gag, but every once in a while I would. I tried to apologize but Coach said I was doing fine. I could feel him getting close as he started thrusting his torso towards me. Then I could feel the warm cum in the back of my throat and I wanted to make sure I swallowed every drop just like he did to me. Coach pulled me up to him and told me I was always good at following his demonstrations, whether it was how to tackle or to block. He then kissed me long and hard again. I could feel my hard on coming up between his legs. Coach said I guess I'm going to have to take care of that problem all over again. I will never forget Coach and I have always wondered who else may have had demontrations done for them.