Coach P and Me

The next week, our schedules didn’t sync up well, it was finals week. I wasn’t able to get away from class for any amount of time during Coach Powers’ free periods and any time around school was taken up by our other responsibilities. After a few days I was beginning to think I dreamt the whole thing. Even in Coach Powers’ health class, he didn’t treat me any differently aside from some lingering glances.

Finally, Saturday morning at 6:30am, my phone buzzed. I ignored it and turned over. It buzzed again. I looked and I had 2 messages from Coach Powers. I sat bolt upright and looked at the messages. First one was a picture of Coach Powers in his truck, he was wearing some kind of sleeveless zip up over a tattered t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. He pulled it over, exposing his hairy muscled chest and nipple.

‘Free today and tonight? Free all day after practice. If so meet me at 12:30pm at the school.’ read the SMS portion of the message.

‘I’ll be there! I’m free all day!’ I replied.

‘Look who’s up early. See u at 12:30.’ Coach Powers replied.

I was now too keyed up to go back to sleep, so I went down to my parents’ basement. My dad had built a gym down there so I figured I would get my extra energy out by hitting the weights earlier than usual. It was difficult to keep my hands off myself. My workout was intense, I went harder than I usually would have given the day it was but I lost myself in it.

I had a hearty breakfast after lifting and Dad asked me to cut the grass. It was only 10am at this point so I agreed and dug the old push mower out from the shed. By the time I was finished it was 11:30 and I knew that I had to start getting ready. Up in the bathroom as the shower heated up, I found myself tracing the swell of my pumped up muscles. Looking in the mirror I saw how solid my frame had become.  

At 18 years old I was beginning to grow into my body. I was still mostly smooth but that only accentuated my cut muscular frame. I snapped out of it in time to get in the shower to get cleaned up. I washed the sweat and grime off from cutting the grass shirtless. Back in my room, I had the foresight to lube myself up again, before throwing on shorts and a tank top and hustling over to the school.

I got there just a few minutes before 12:30. On my way into the parking lot I passed one of the assistant coaches who was driving out of the parking lot. I saw only Coach Powers’ truck in the lot so I knew it would be safe to go in.

“Petey!” Coach P exclaimed as I entered his office. He was in only a pair of workout shorts, playing the radio and I heard his private shower on in the back. “I meant to be all showered and ready, the other coaches weren’t leaving.” Coach P continued with a shy grin.

“Why do you need to shower?” I asked thinking we could just fuck sweaty.

“I was gonna take you to my family’s fishing cabin on the lake. We’d have all day and night, no one would bother us.” He beamed at me.

“That sounds great. How far is it?” I asked.

“2 or 2 and a half hours,” he said with a shrug.

“I don’t think I’ll last that long.” I nearly whimpered.

“Ahhh, you can’t be that horny, kid. I don’t think you heard me, we have all day AND all night. Was planning on spending the night there, Pete.” Coach chided as he ducked back into his private shower.

Shit! He wanted to spend the night with me? My mind raced. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears. I couldn’t believe this was happening, I knew I had to play it cool. I texted my parents that I’d be staying over at a friend’s place that night, and within 15 minutes, we were on the road. We took Coach Powers’ truck, I’d never been in it before. We started chatting, mostly light topics, both trying to keep our minds clean.

“You sure you have all day free?” Coach Powers asked, breaking a conversational lull.

“I’m free all day. I don’t have to be anywhere until Monday now that finals are done. I told my parents I’m at a friend's house.” I assured him.

“I told my wife I was doing some work on the cabin. She won’t bother us.” Coach Powers added.

Both of our crotches were bulging in the truck. Neither of us could really get comfortable as Coach P sped down the highway. I tried to let my thoughts drift, but then, there were red and blue lights flashing behind us.

“Fuck!” cursed Coach P as he pulled the truck over.

He reached over and fished out his registration from the glove box. The officer approached the truck and looked at us from behind his mirrored aviator sunglasses. His name tag caught the sun glare for a second, then I could make out the name Officer Davis. 

“Do you know how fast you were going?” Officer Davis asked with a deep voice.

“I don’t know, Officer.” Coach Powers replied.

“87 Miles per hour in a 70 mile per hour zone.” Officer Davis said stoically.

“I apologize, Officer, I didn’t realize how fast I was going.

“Are you from around here?” Officer Davis asked, we were only 15 minutes from the cabin, clearly it was a rural area.

“We’re heading to my cabin off Laurel Lane.” Coach Powers said.

“Is this your boy?” Officer Davis asked acknowledging my presence for the first time.

“He is uh, he is helping me with some demo work on some renovations I’m doing for the summer.” Coach Powers replied.

“Hmmph. Don’t move.” Officer Davis muttered as he walked back to his patrol SUV.

We were both clearly nervous. We didn’t make eye contact and just fidgeted around in our seats. After what felt like an eternity, Officer Davis approached the truck again.

“You got a clean record. I’ll let you off with a warning. Do not make me regret it.” He then returned to his SUV. 

As he drove away, we both exhaled. “Let’s get to the fucking cabin.” Coach P said as he pulled back onto the road.

Being careful to stay within the speed limit, we made it to the cabin in no time. We pulled down the long dirt road with a wooden sign marked Laurel Ln. After a few minutes, we turned onto a smaller driveway with only the 2 ruts for the tires etched into the ground. The cabin came into sight, it was small, but charming. It had 2 bedrooms, and an open kitchen/living area. Out back was a large patio overlooking the dock and lake.

We got out of the truck and as we walked into the cabin, Coach P grabbed me and kissed me deeply. His hand grabbed my rock hard cock through my shorts and my hand found his. We broke the kiss and exhaled.

“I need to fuck you again.” Coach Powers breathed.

“Oh yeah.” I grinned.

He turned me around against the kitchen counter and pulled down my shorts. He nudged my feet apart with his feet and I felt him step back for a second before returning, now I could feel the heat from his skin, he was naked.

“You pre lubed again.” chuckled Coach P as his fingers slid in and out of my ass.

He could tell I was ready and I felt the pressure of his cockhead replace his fingers. I wasn’t as loosened up as last time and I’d forgotten how thick Coach P’s meat was. I grunted loudly with some discomfort as he breached my hole. He rubbed my back and kissed my neck to relax me and he slowed his insertion considerably.  

I slowly got used to his size again and he kept sinking in deeper, now much more comfortable for me. I grunted, this time in pleasure as he bottomed out inside me. I pushed my hips back and he began to thrust.

“So hot feeling your hole stretch around my cock, Petey.” Coach P cooed in my ear.

He began to vary his cadence, keeping me on my toes as I moaned louder and louder.

“Fuck, your hole is tight. You like my big fat coach cock?” Coach Powers whispered in my ear all the while flicking his tongue in and out.

I groaned loudly in response, bucking my hips back on his inward thrust.

“Yeah, you do like it. You like my big coach cock. My fat dad dick.” Coach P adjusted his angle and was now directly bludgeoning my prostate.

I groaned louder. I couldn’t hold back and I couldn’t form words. I’d been hard up for a week, and after the car ride with Coach P I knew I couldn’t last long. I began unloading all over the front of the kitchen counter. I unleashed a torrential load, shot after shot.

“Fuck yeah, Pete! I’m fucking you off, fucking huge nut.”

This time Coach P slammed his cock home and rode out his orgasm deep in my bowls. My spasming ass triggered his nut. We separated, out of breath and sweaty. His cock was slowly deflating and still leaking cum. He leaned in to kiss me, dragging his cum covered cock over mine. We made out against the kitchen counter for a few minutes before settling in.

“You know, I bought this place years ago, it was a one room shack. I think I did a pretty good job fixin’ her up and expanding.” Coach Powers mused as we sat on the back porch in the late afternoon warmth of late spring.

“That’s really cool that you can build things like that.” I said and immediately hated how dumb it sounded.

“Well my buddies help but yeah I’ve always been handy. Why don’t you go get us a few beers from the fridge.” Coach Powers said not really asking.

I tried to play down my shock that he was letting me drink. I had to keep telling myself to keep my cool as I nearly sprinted in to the cabin to fetch the drinks. In a flash, I was back out on the patio with two cold bottles of beer.

“Tastes great, huh? Not like the swill I bet you boys drink at parties.” joke Coach P.

“Uh, yes, sir, this does taste better.” I replied, not really sure if I enjoyed the taste at all but I kept drinking anyway.

We sat there, listening to the sounds of the evening. We finished our first beer and Coach Powers had me go and fetch 2 more.

“I hope I didn’t get too intense back there.” Coach Powers broke the silence.

“Huh?”

“Back inside, when I was fucking you. I hope I didn’t get too intense, some of the things I said.” He clarified.

“Oh. Yeah. I wouldn’t… I mean don’t worry about it. I, well I thought it was hot.” I confessed.

“I could tell. You damn near erupted. But, seriously, you know I am a father for real. I don’t want to over step anything.” Coach Powers said rather seriously.

“Don’t worry about it, Coach. It really got me off.” I smiled big and then so did he.

The topic shifted. We talked about my future, going to college, what I thought I might want to major in. Time flew by and before I knew it, the air was more crisp and the sun was getting lower. We had also polished off 3 beers each, and I wasn’t used to drinking much as I was in high school.

“Whattaya say we go in and start dinner?” Coach Powers said as he got up off his chair and meandered inside.

I followed him inside. It was quickly getting dark out, Coach P flicked on the outdoor lights.

“Pete, why don’t you go grab some firewood. The pile is right out past the patio.” Coach Powers instructed.

I did as I was told, and grabbed the satchel for the wood. When I was outside again, I regretted not bringing a bag with warmer clothes. As I was filling up the satchel of wood to bring inside I heard the sound of a car pulling in the long driveway, the door open and shut, and the sound of someone walking to the front door.

I tried to listen as I heard Coach Powers open the door, sounding surprised to have a visitor. I finished loading up the wood and tried to make my way back into the house as quietly as possible.

“Yes, Officer, we got here safely.” I heard Coach P say. I couldn’t quite make out what the Officer was saying. “No, he is safe here with me.” I heard Coach Powers say. Again, I couldn’t quite hear what the officer was saying. “Pete, can you come here?” I heard Coach Powers holler. I stood up from building the fire, but really, eavesdropping and approached the front door of the cabin. “Pete, you remember, Officer Davis? He pulled us over earlier today.” Coach Powers said.

“Yes, good evening, sir.” I said.

“I’m just checking in to see how your renovations are going. Sometimes after a harsh winter the utilities can be a little messed up.” Officer Davis said matter of factly.

“I know all about that. I’ve had this place for over 10 years. Built it up from a one room shack.” Coach Powers said proudly.

“Been coming here all this time and just now speeding to get here.” Officer Davis said shifting the gaze of his hazel eyes between Coach Powers and me. “Tell me again, is he your son?” Officer Davis asked Coach Powers.

“Umm, no. Pete, here, is not my son.” Coach Powers said, trying not to look nervous.

It was at this point that I realized how imposing Officer Davis was. It was harder to tell from the passenger side of the truck that afternoon. Officer Davis stood a good 2 inches over Coach Powers and me. He also seemed to have a solid build filling out his uniform. His face was clean shaven with a neat mustache and a strong jaw.

“Do you mind if I have a look around?” Officer Davis asked, his eyes no longer obscured by his aviator sunglasses, darted around.

Coach Powers and I hesitated.

“You have nothing to hide, right?” Officer Davis prodded.

“Of course not. Come on in.” Coach Powers gave in.

Officer Davis entered the cabin. It was not large inside, so it didn’t take him long to start looking around. We entered the kitchen and paused. “So, how did you say you two know each other?” We both heard the voice of the policeman.

I saw the color drain out of Coach Powers’ face. Then it hit me too, we never cleaned up the cum and lube from our kitchen fuck earlier.

“We didn’t tell you that.” Coach Powers responded, moving into the kitchen. 

“If you had just told me you were coming up to use your cabin as a fuck pad I would have let you go. Since you’re acting like you have something to hide, I’ll have to do some digging. Unless you want to tell me.” Office Davis said sternly.

“I used to be his teacher and football coach. He is 18 and has graduated.” Coach Powers confessed after a minute.

“Is that so, son?” Officer Davis said, looking at me.

“Yes, sir. It is.” I responded almost shaking with nerves.

“All of it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re built for an 18 year old.” Stated Officer Davis.

We stood there in silence for what seemed like an eternity.

“How long have you two been fucking?” the policeman asked bluntly.

Coach Powers and I looked at each other then back to Officer Davis.

“2 weeks.” Coach Powers spoke up.

“Cutting it close with him still being in school.”

Coach Powers swallowed hard. Even nervous and deferential, Coach Powers was handsome as hell. His facial stubble had grown into more of a beard and his shortly cut hair was disheveled. Like me, he was shirtless wearing just a pair of shorts. He muscled, hairy, bare torso on display. Officer Davis took off his policeman’s hat, revealing a military style cut, brown, matching his mustache. I initially thought he was older but I then realized he was in his mid thirties. He looked like he was going to say something but then his phone rang.

He walked back outside to take the call in privacy. Coach Powers and I exchanged looks and exhaled. He seemed to not care that we were there to fuck. It seemed like we were going to get away with whatever we were doing. He came back in and thanked us for our honesty before giving a rather stern “Stay on the good side of the law” speech before leaving.

“What the fuck was that?” Coach Powers said to himself.

He cursed a few times under his breath then seemed to regain his composure.  

“Nosey small town cops with nothing better to do, that's all.” Coach Powers said, seemingly to reassure himself.

“He was kind of hot though.” I said without thinking.

“You horn-dog!” Coach P laughed, sliding his arm around my shoulder. “If that cop got you horny, I think I know just the thing.” He continued with a wink, leading me to the bedroom.

Coach Powers and I made out on the bed, casually feeling each other’s body and savoring the moment. Slowly, Coach P kissed his way down my neck and chest, past my belly button, finally lapping at my cock. He looked up at me with hungry eyes before parting his lips and swallowing my cock.

“Geez, Coach!” I moaned as I felt my diamond hard cock fill his mouth. I felt the resistance at the back of his throat before he was able to relax and let my member slide past.

He worked his throat muscles and tongue in tandem, I knew I was leaking directly down my football coach’s throat. Coach P’s hands slid up my abs, finding my chest and tweaking my nipples lightly. He must have sensed my impending orgasm, and pulled off my dick, seamlessly transitioning to bathing my balls with his tongue.

“Fuck, Coach you’re good at that.” I encouraged the older man. He just looked up at me and grinned his sexy grin before lapping at my taint.

Precum oozed from my member before sliding down my shaft as Coach Powers kept lapping at my undercarriage. Before I knew it, he’d pushed back my legs and had begun to assault my hole with his tongue. He wasn’t rushing, he was taking his time, letting us enjoy the moment. He teased my hole and the surrounding area for a few minutes before focusing on the prize. Before long he was tongue fucking my hole before easing off and flittering around my sphincter before driving his tongue back in.

I was in heaven, I could have had Coach P rim me all night. My cock ached and throbbed as Coach Powers pulled apart my cheeks to dig in even deeper, his face now almost completely buried in my muscle ass.

“Best goddamned hole I’ve ever had, Pete.” Coach Powers breathed, coming up for air. He stood up from his crouched position between my raised legs, his big, hard cock stuck out from his muscular, hairy body. “Wanna turn over and let Coach in?” He suggested.

I complied without a thought. The only thing I wanted in that minute more than Coach P to keep rimming me, was for him to fuck me. I looked over my shoulder as I was on my hands and knees on the bed, I was Coach Powers lube up his thick piece then scoot forward. I then felt the heat of his cockhead at my saliva-slick hole.

“Damn, Pete, this never gets old.” He groaned as he entered my hole with more ease than earlier in the day. His rimming had really relaxed me and helped me open up to eagerly accept his raging unit.

My eyes rolled back as he steadily sunk his phallus deep into me. He never completely stopped moving, only very slowly thrusting small mini pumps before building to longer, smooth strokes. His approach was markedly different from earlier, the way he was fucking me was more sensual. 

I started pushing my hips back to meet the high school football coach at the end of his inward thrust. “Fuck yeah! You want this big dad dick don’t ya?” 

“Yeah, Coach! Fuck me, fuck me with that thick dad dick… ohhh godddd!” I moaned, I was getting close.

Just then, Coach Powers pulled out and playfully smacked my ass. “Let’s change it up, flip over.” Coach P half asked and half instructed.

I got back on my back, Coach P was there to lift my legs onto his shoulders. He had a thin sheen of sweat from fucking me that some of his body hair clung to. His muscles flexed as he moved into position and began sinking his cock back into my bowels. He started slow once more, but he quickly picked up the pace causing my cock to smack against my abs.

I took hold of my legs by the knees, pulling them off of Coach P’s shoulders and towards my chest. “That’s it, Petey.” Coach P moaned as he could now drill in deeper. He grabbed a pillow from the bed, and with one hand, he lifted my hips off the bed and shoved the pillow under.

The angle was completely different now, Coach Powers was able to get in deeper than before, deeper than I’d ever felt. Coach P was long dicking me now, he opened up with a steady pace but I didn’t know how long he could keep it up. We had both been on edge for awhile, and Coach P had mixed up his rhythm to keep us from cumming, but now I could tell he was going for it.

He threw his head back and I could see all the muscles in his body tense up and his cock throbbed and jolted deep inside me. He was unloading his nut in my guts. I let go my legs and grabbed my cock, after a few pumps I spewed my liquid shrapnel off over my smooth, football honed body. Coach P kept thrusting, even after his orgasm finished, until it became too sensitive for him and he pulled out. We were both sweat drenched and trying to catch our breath.

Coach P leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips as he played with the cum pooling on my abs. His scruffy beard tickled my face and I ran my hands over his pecs and through his chest hair. When we parted from our kiss, we both had goofy grins on our faces.

“I’m starving, Coach, what’s for dinner?” I asked, breaking the mood.

We both laughed hard at that. Coach Powers decided that instead of cooking dinner we would pick up a pizza from the only pizzeria in town. We drove out to pick up the pizza pie and came back to the cabin to eat and made a roaring fire in the fireplace. The cabin quickly warmed up from the chill that had settled in once the sun went down.

Coach Powers and I relaxed by the fire eating pizza and chatting. All the while I could feel my sore hole and smiled, knowing I still had his load deep inside me. He was really easy to talk to and he treated me like an adult rather than a kid like most of the other people in my life. From the excitement of the day, the pizza, and the warmth from the fire, I dozed off for a few minutes during a lull in the conversation. I woke up with a raging boner and Coach Powers was cleaning the dishes in the kitchen. While I waited for him to finish, I checked my phone and responded to some messages, all the while occasionally tugging at my cock.