Coach P and Me

I pulled into the school lot at 8am on the dot. I was early, I’d been up since 5:45 am trying not to touch myself. I was only too excited for another chance with Coach P. As I was getting out of the car, I saw Coach Powers walking through the parking lot then stopping and holding out his phone. I laughed to myself as I realized Coach P was about to take a selfie.

“Coach P!” I called out.

The handsome football coach in his gray tank top turned his attention to my direction and smiled. I laughed again to myself when I saw he was still using wired headphones.

“I was just finishing up my workout. Was going to shower before you got here.” Coach Powers called back.

He nodded for us to go inside, so I followed his lead. He had clearly been in the weight room then running on the track this morning before I arrived. I wondered if he had the same nervous energy that I did, I was still surprised I was able to get to sleep the previous night. The lights were all on inside the gym complex, I followed Coach P right into the locker room and then into his office.

“You sure are here early.” Laughed Coach Powers as he sat on the edge of his desk, the exposed skin from his tank top and shorts were damp with perspiration.

“Was a little excited.” I sheepishly grinned.

“You and me both.” Coach P beamed, unembarrassed.

We waited in that moment for a beat, taking each other in. His face was unshaven from the day before and he had the remnants of bed-head, both of which somehow made him even more attractive.

“What is it you’re excited about?” Coach P was careful not to put me in a situation in which I was uncomfortable.

“I… I want you to fuck me.” I said as confidently as possible, I’d been thinking about it since we parted ways the previous day. It was almost all I could think of since I awoke that morning.

Coach Powers didn’t respond, but his smile got larger, if that was possible. He motioned for me to approach him and he pulled me into a nice, slow kiss. His sweaty musk was intoxicating as our hands roamed while our lips were locked. I’d been hard since I saw the man in the parking lot, I knew now that I was leaking in my shorts.

Our kiss broke and I began to get to my knees to get Coach Powers ready, but he stopped me. He brought my hand to his crotch. I could feel the bulging pouch of his jock through the thin workout shorts.

“I’m all ready to go.” He said with a wink.

“So am I.” I confessed, having spent the morning fingering myself and lubing my asshole, hoping it would get to this.

Coach Powers gave me a knowing look and suggested we start on his desk. We cleared anything off of the top of the desk that we could and I laid on my back. Coach Powers, now naked, took my legs and raised them up, exposing my hole to the cool air of the room. He fingered my hole before greasing up his cock.

My eyes devoured his naked form once more. His prominent, hairy muscles still shining with a sheen of sweat. His midsection was solid and powerful if not-quite-cut and his cock was thick, long, and angry looking.

Coach P’s thick piece pressed against my sphincter before he was able to, almost painfully, push past my defenses. As the head and first few inches of Coach Powers’ cock sunk in I moaned loudly. Coach P made sure to slow down even more, letting me get used to his size while letting me feel every inch.

Finally, I could feel his pubes on my asscheeks and felt his balls against my skin. All of his thick meat was inside me as he flexed his unit and slowly rocked to and fro.

“Ungh fuck.” I cursed with a smile.

“Thicker than your fuck buddies, no?” Coach Powers beamed with pride, I nodded and moaned as Coach Powers picked up speed.

I was surprised he was able to get it all in with minimal discomfort. Coach P was clearly a skilled and experienced top. My mind raced as to who else he’s fucked but I pushed those thoughts out of my head for a later time. I wanted to be present, focused on Coach Powers fucking me with his big cock for the first time.

My cock throbbed and leaked all over the place. Coach Powers had fallen into a great rhythm, keeping us both on edge. After a few minutes, he swiveled his hips skillfully, changing the angle and his thick cock punched right into my prostate sending tidal waves of pleasure through my body. My toes involuntarily curled and Coach P moaned, “Fuck yeah, Pete, I can tell I’m hitting your spot.” I nearly lost my load in that minute but I was somehow able to regain my composure as Coach Powers returned to his rhythmic thrusts.

We were both sweating at this point. Coach Powers put one of my legs down, keeping the other up, changing my positioning slightly, changing his entrance angle and changing the sensation for both of us. Coach P clearly knew what he was doing. The only sounds in his cinder block walled office echoed back to us. The sound of moist skin on skin contact, our grunts and moans, and the squeak of his desk with each inward thrust.

Coach Powers lifted my other leg back up to the position that we had started in. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold off on cumming for. Coach P slowed his pace and leaned in to kiss me.

“Petey, I can’t hold much longer.” breathed Coach P as he broke the kiss.

“Me either, Coach.” I panted back.

Coach Powers plunged his big meat back in and out, quicker than before. He pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, now my ass was mostly hanging off. This gave Coach P more leverage, before my hand could grab my cock to jerk off, it exploded. My load painted my body and one jet even hit Coach P in the face. I was so blissed out that I could only tell Coach Powers was unloading inside of me due to him crying out in pleasure. He rode out his orgasm by keeping his thrusts going. He eventually extricated his cock from my rear, still dribbling the last globs of cum.

“Fuck, Petey, that was great.” Coach P said, catching his breath.

“I’ll say.” I slowly sat up on his desk.

Coach Powers looked at his watch. “We need to get cleaned up. Coaches and the team will start showing up in 30 minutes.” Coach Powers relayed.

He helped me up as my legs were still getting blood back into them. We went out to the gang showers in the locker room and started to rinse off. We flirted with each other and playfully helped each other wash their backs.

After I washed Coach Powers’ back, lingering at any area of interest, he turned around to rinse off. His cock was at a half chub. He then washed my back, lingering constantly. When I turned to rinse, I saw he was back at full mast. My cock on the other hand had barely deflated at all.

“You can’t run a practice horned up like that!” I joked.

“And to think I jerked off last night and this morning so that I would have some staying power. It feels like I’m 16 again.” Joke Coach Powers.

“Go sit on the bench, I’ll take care of that.” I said with a wicked glint in my eye.

Coach Powers did as I asked and sat on the nearest bench. I finished getting all of the obvious suds off of me and turned off the shower before meeting him around the other side of the tiled half wall that separated the gang showers from the rest of the locker room.

I had intended to give Coach P a blow job, but seeing the hunky, muscular, hairy football coach sitting at attention with his cock at full attention changed my mind. I approached, but then turned around facing away from the man. I backed up, putting one leg on the bench beside Coach P and keeping one on the tiled locker room floor.

My hand reached down and grasped Coach Powers’ cock, gave it a squeeze and guided it to my lowering ass. Between lubing myself up and the load Coach P had just dumped in my hole, I knew I was more than slick enough. Sure enough, Coach P’s cock breached my hole and slid all the way in, we both moaned.

This time, I was in control, I slowly raised myself up before sliding back down. The sensations were totally different this go around, as I slid up and down on his rock hard pole. His hands roamed my bare, muscled torso as I impaled myself on his rod.

“Damn this ass is hot and tight.” Cooed Coach Powers softly into my ear, then flicking his tongue in and out before kissing my neck.

I started using my hips in conjunction with my legs to add a new dimension into my up and down rhythm. My legs started to burn from my exertions, but the pleasure outweighed anything else. My breathing was beginning to get ragged, I was quickly fucking myself off.

“Yeah, Petey, fuck yourself. Fuck yourself on my cock. You like my big coach cock don’t ya? You wish I’d been dicking you down for years. Now you finally have my big fat coach dick stretching your hole.” Coach Powers kept whispering into my ear between bouts of kissing my neck and flicking his tongue around.

I shuddered at his dirty talk and my cock throbbed, smacking my abs each time I pistoned up or down. “Yeah, boy, you can’t get enough of my unit.” Coach bucked his hips up to meet my downward thrust this time, making me grunt loudly.

I wanted to grab my cock but I needed my hands to stabilize the position I was in. My eyes were rolling back into my head as Coach P kept attacking my neck and ear with his deft tongue.

“Fuck, Petey, your ass is milking my cock. I’m so close.” breathed Coach Powers into my ear.

“Fuck me.” was all I could reply.

Coach Powers stopped me as I rose up next time and pushed my back forward and down. He got up off the bench slowly, now half squatting behind me, all without removing his cock from my ass. He started pumping in and out hard and fast.

“Damn, you take my cock better than anyone I’ve met.” breathed Coach P.

I moaned at his dirty talk, now able to pleasure myself in time with his thrusts.

“Cum for me, Petey. Show your old coach what a stud you are.”

I came buckets on the locker room floor. By the end I was lightheaded. Coach P panted wildly while unloading once again inside me.

“That was incredible.” he smiled as he broke apart.

Coach P looked at his watching, knowing we didn’t have much time. We were able to rinse off, wipe up the evidence and I slipped out of the parking lot with only minutes to spare before other coaches and players began to arrive for practice that day.  

I felt like I’d already gotten a workout in, but I headed to the gym anyway, I had to keep on schedule for summer practices at college. After my workout, I arrived back at home, Dad was doing yard work while Mom was tending to her garden. I ate ravenously after the multiple load fuck session with Coach Powers and a tough workout.

Before long, I fell fast asleep on the couch for almost an hour before waking up disoriented. Surprisingly, neither of my parents had woken me up to help them with their tasks, so I went upstairs to my bedroom to play some video games. As I was turning on the console, I looked out the window, seeing Dad pull off his shirt while spreading mulch in the rising heat of the day.

My attention fully turned to Dad as he continued working in the sun. I’d been vaguely aware of my dad as a sexual being, but I’d never given it much thought - he was my dad. But now, with 2 of Coach P’s loads still in my ass, I was looking at him in a new light. Now that Mom was back to work, Dad’s schedule had normalized but we hadn’t been able to easily reconnect.

Dad worked out almost every day, keeping his ex-jock build he’d spent years building as a college ball player. He had a little more extra padding than Coach Powers, but he carried it well, especially with the muscular bulk of his arms, shoulders, back, and chest. His body hair, like the hair on his head, was more salt and pepper than the brown of his youth.

Before I knew it, I was pulling out my cock. It was like sex with Coach P supercharged my already crazy 18 year old libido. I slowly started stroking myself, watching Dad toil in the yard. I was pretty hung, I thought about Dad’s cock. Was he hung like me? Was he bigger? I wondered if after he finished working in the yard if he’d jerk off in the shower, did he get horny after working out like me? 

Thinking about him jerking off and unleashing a steaming load of dad cum in the shower was all it took, my cock exploded with my third scalding load of the day. My thoughts of Dad didn’t end with my orgasm, I kept watching the man while my teen load dried in the cool air of the house. Eventually, I pried myself away from the window, cleaned myself off, and logged onto Call of Duty to play a few rounds with my friends.

I’d lost track of time playing video games with my friends online when I heard a knock at my door. Dad peaked his head in, he was flush from his exertions in the yard and the sun. “Heya, Sport, I’m gonna get cleaned up and hit a few balls over at the driving range. Want to come?”

Dad was a member of the local country club and could usually be found golfing a few times a week. He didn’t usually offer to let me join, so I jumped at the chance. In just over 45 minutes we were out in the afternoon sun at the range. I was bombing drives as far as I could without any regard for placement, Dad laughed at my approach and gave me some tips.

I was thrilled to spend the afternoon with Dad, hitting balls and shooting the shit. I was hoping that we’d shower off in the locker room after, but Dad suggested we grab a bite at the bar in the golf clubhouse. The golf clubhouse was set apart from the main clubhouse, situated near the driving range and 1st tee. It was the more casual of the two, with golfers regularly pulling up to the bar sweaty and sunburnt from their rounds of golf.

“Two beers, Mike.” Dad ordered when the bartender came around.

“You gonna need me to drive home?” I chided Dad, thinking he’d be double fisting drinks.

“I figure you graduated high school, got a scholarship to college, and you keep out of trouble… You’re a man now, Pete.” Dad said cheersing me. “Plus, they don’t really care what you do here if you’re a member.”

I giddily drank my beer, careful to pace myself to match Dad’s consumption. I’d hoped that we’d get another when the bartender came back around. “Sorry, Mike, I think we’re one and done today.” Dad said to the bartender. “This guy is headed to college to play football in a few months and I couldn’t be more proud of him.” Dad explained and tossed his arm around my shoulders.

I blushed at Dad’s bragging, and nearly moaned when I felt the heft of his arm and the smell of his musk. I couldn’t believe how quickly my attraction to Dad had manifested, and I could feel my balls churning. I’d have to jerk off when I got home once again.