The Coach
by
European Traveler
This summer I had been working in the yard everyday and I notice a small pickup truck always park next to our house, which is located on a corner. Each day this muscular blackman would get out of his truck, look at me, smile and head for the school. He was kind of youngish looking, too young for me, but it looked like he had a terrific body under those sweats. Nothing wrong with looking at a hot body. After a couple of days of this, I decided to speak, at first it was just "hello," but the next day it turned into a mini- conversation. Nothing spectacular, but it did give me a chance to give him the once over. When I think of it, I must have been looking like I was shopping for a piece of meat. Well maybe I was, but I still thought he was a little young.
Then one day when he arrived he got out of the truck with a very tight pair of shorts on and a tank top that was definitely 2 sizes too small. You could see each one of those nipples, pec's and lat's on his stomach, what a fucking sight. My mouth must have been drooling by that time. I just stood there and asked a clumsy question. I said that he looked too young to be the coach and too damn old to be one of the players. He chuckled and said that he inherited his young looks from his mother and that he was well over 30 years old. Then I really made the Freudian slip and said: "Damn, I never had a coach that look that good." My face must have turned a dozen shades of red, he grinned and said: "Thanks, and you're not too bad yourself." Where upon I told him that all the coaches I know in school were always overweight, but that I liked to see a man keep himself in shape. He said that after he teaches the class, he'd like to stop by and talk about how I keep my legs in such good shape. I said, sure, stop by anytime.
I wasn't paying too much attention to the time, but a couple of hours must have slipped by when I hear the coach behind me clearing his throat. We greeted and I asked him if he would like to come on the deck for a glass of beer and relax after his session with the kids. He agreed and I headed to the basement to get the beer out of the fridge. It was hot and that first beer went down faster than I thought. I asked him if he would like another one and he said sure, but he had to piss first. I told him to follow me; there was one in the basement rec room right next to the fridge.
The both of us went down to the rec room, I headed for the fridge and he for the john. I thought that I'd wait for him to get done and use the bathroom myself, but he seemed to be taking a rather long time for just a piss. Finally he came out and I noticed a rather noticeable bulge in his shorts. I asked if he had a trouble and he said yeah, but it'll go away. I excused myself and went into the bathroom and he said that he'd wait. Well, I have a nervous kidney and the thought of having that hunk right outside of the door prevented me from pissing and created another problem. My cock was getting hard. I said shit to myself and tried to stuff a growing cock back into my pants.
When I left the bathroom, he was still there and said: "it looks like I wasn't the only one with a problem." My face got red and just blurted out that something excited me. His comment was: "Well maybe we can do something about it." He moved over to me and groped my crotch and said: "Not bad, too bad it has to be packed in so tight, maybe you should take them off and let your cock and balls have some breathing room." Well it was out in the open now and I said he should do the same thing, but that we'd probably better stay down in the rec room and finish the beers.
He said to hell with the beers, I want to get those shorts off. He pulled my shorts down and out sprang my throbbing cock. By now I was hot and told him to take his hands off my cock or it would explode in his hands. He did and at the same time I dropped down on my knees and pulled his shorts down, and before his cock could spring up, I had my mouth on it and took that black rod right down to the base.
He grabbed the back of my head with his muscular hands and plummeted my throat with his fast growing cock. He kept saying: "Suck that cock, oh suck it, I want to fuck your face. Suck that cock deep." Well I was doing my damn best, and I had my hands grabbing his ass and kneading those beautiful black buns, pulling that cock deeper and deeper. Then I started to massage his massive bull balls and in a couple of minutes I could tell that he was about to explode in my mouth. Damn, I wanted it to last longer. But the next thing I knew I felt the throbbing of his cock deep in my throat and I was sucking every bit of it. He collapsed on the couch and said that he's never had a blow job that good. I just told him that I hadn't sucked a hot throbbing black cock for a long time and I enjoyed it.
He said that turn about is fair trade, and proceeded to get on his knees and started to lick my balls and then he slowly lifted my legs and started to rim my puckered hole. In a couple of minutes I was too fucking hot to care what happened next. I told him to stop or I'd cum in a couple of seconds. He did and said that he wanted it to last a little bit longer. I was laying on the floor and he laid on top of me, that didn't help matters any, I was hot and I wanted more of him. He slowly moved down my body and started to suck my cock and at the same time play with my nipples. I leaned forward and reached for his muscular tits and started to pinch them. Those had to be very sensitive to him because he just plunged his mouth down on my cock and really started to suck. With his chin resting on my balls, I released his tits and grabbed the back of his head and shoved my throbbing cock down his throat. It shot deep and I dropped back down on the floor.
My playing with his nipples must have really excited him, because when this black stud got up on all fours again, I could see that his black rod was hard again and he was ready for more action. I said give me a couple of minutes and he said sure, but in the mean time he was going to enjoy himself.
He lifted my legs and started to lick my balls again and then started to work his way down to my pucker fuck chute. With his tongue working around, my cock started to get hard again. He kept it up until I thought I could stand it anymore. He was tongue fucking me and driving me crazy. I said that my legs were a little bit tired and that I should just let them down a little bit. He released them and I wrapped them around his waist. I said: "Now stop fucking me with your tongue and shove that black cock into my ass and screw me. I want to feel you shoving that throbbing stud cock deep into my ass." I released myself and quickly got some lube. He lubed his cock and loosened up my fuck hole, then he lifted my legs and planted that cock squarely in the center. One strong plunge was all it took. It took my breath away for a couple of seconds, and we relaxed until I got adjusted to his thick brown tool that I knew would be probing me deep.
I then told him to fuck me. He lifted my legs up and I could watch those lats on his stomach contract every time he lunged forward. I told him to lean a little closer, I wanted to pinch those tits. He did and I grasped those nipples on those bulging pec's and started to work them. He gasped and yelled "oh gawd, pinch those tits." I did, and the more I pinched the harder he drove his cock into my willing ass. He was banging my ass and I was begging for more. I don't know how long we kept this fucking up, but every time he plunged he kept saying: "I love to fuck your ass." My only response was: "Drive the cock deep and fuck me." After a few more minutes he made one more lunge and I could feel that thick black cock throbbing inside of me and at the same time my cock spilled it cum all over my stomach. We collapsed in each others arms and he said: "I hope you get a chance to do the same thing to me." I said: "If you want we can, I'd love to fuck your buns, but lets go for dinner and try your ass out later on in the evening." He agreed and has since moved in. Damn, I remember that first hot fuck.