Coach's Collection

We’d always have a quick glance at one another after a training session. “Its a natural thing” is what Dad told me when I'd asked after catching Michael scope out my cock in the showers earlier that season. Today though it felt different, the usual team Sunday ball team had all showered and Michael and I had dawdled, talking about the game earlier. We’d lost 52 -37 to another High School Team who had run rings around us. Half of the team being 6.2”+ tall black guys who floated across the court compared to our rag tag team of ‘basket ballers’. “At least we managed to convert and kept pace in the last quarter,” Michael said as he scrubbed his thin frame clean with the communal soap bar. I’d never admitted it but I loved using that bar after all the team had finished washing. Some of them bought body wash and the likes, but a good portion of the team used that old dried out bar of soap to clean their sweaty aching bodies. “Yeah, I guess, but they just rinsed us, after that first quarter we were goners,” I replied eyeing the smooth curve of Michael’s lower back which gently contoured into his plump, white ass. “Seb?!” Michael called, snapping me out of the state of hypnosis his booty had sent me into. “Yeah? What?” I asked back, shuffling around to hide the slight chub I’d developed in the moments admiring Michael’s ass. Oh how sweet it would be to fuck that ass, so juicy and with just the slightest amount of hair. “Do you think Jason’s gonna make the cut next week after today?” Michael asked, knowing it was just the two of us and that we could speak freely about our teammates. “I dunno, he’s usually alright, and besides Coach loves him,” I replied, deep down caring less about my teammate than the tight ass only a yard from me. I had to keep focused on not getting any hornier, I didn't want Michael to see my cock full mast thanks to his derriere. “Well I’m gonna go get changed, wanna swing by mine later tonight and we’ll play some COD?” Michael asked, turning off the shower. “Yeah, sure I’ll see if I can swing by after dinner,” I said, fighting my cock back from stiffening as the thought of having a ‘gaming’ date with my best friend drove me crazy. “Perfect, see you then.” Michael said, sporting a wry smile as he walked past me and playfully slapped my soapy ass cheek. He was now standing an arms length away from me, his right hand covered in the lather it picked up from my ass and the left hand slowly playing with his cock. “Should be fun, and you’re getting better too, I mightn’t fuck you up quite as hard this time” he teased, his eyes tracing the lines of my body. “It’s okay Seb I’m just fucking with you, I'm not gay or anything” Michael said as he finished pumping his now half hard cock. It wasn't as big as mine at 6” but it was a beautiful member, something which Michael loved to recount when he told us stories of fucking girls from school. “I’ll see you later Mike,” I called out as he walked down to the changing rooms. “I’m sure you will Seb” he called back, a knowing tone in his voice. He must have known I was checking him out.

I was packing my things when I realised I hadn’t packed a spare pare of underwear for after the game. “Shit,” I muttered tossing up whether to go commando or to wear the pair that was now stained with sweat from the game. I decided to go without and slipped on my basketball shorts, the smooth light fabric gently gazing the head of my tool which poked through its foreskin. “Hey ah, White what are you still doing here?” A deep, firm voice called out from the far end of the now empty locker room. I jumped, forgetting I was alone as I packed my bag. I spun around to see the silhouette of the coach standing in the door way connecting the change room to the storage area. “Oh shit, sorry Coach!” I spluttered, racing to pack my bags “I’ll be done in a second, just packing up!” “That’s alright, I always do a walkthrough after you lads have left, make sure the changing rooms are clean, you know” Coach said, now ambling down the hallway towards me, passing the showers where I’d been checking Michael’s ass out minutes earlier.

Thank god Coach didn't arrive any earlier or I’d have been thoroughly embarrassed. Imagine if he’d caught me with a hard on! I’d have died. “Hey coach, I know he wasn’t on the top of his game today but I don't think we should lose Jason over today and last week.” I said, drumming up conversation to avoid dwelling on the interaction that could have been. “Sebastien, you’re a good kid. You worry too much for the other guys on the team, I know you’re concerned but don’t worry, I’m not gonna drop Jason from the team.” started the Coach, as he walked past me, searching for rubbish and towels in the aisles of the locker room. “Besides, he’s a great motivator for the guys and between you and me, he’s one of my favourites.” added the coach, now standing tall, his broad shoulders dwarfing my slim, 18 year old frame. “Ah yeah, some of the other guys said that you liked him, but I assumed they were just fucking around” I replied, a weird sensation growing in my gut. “Hahaha, can’t get much past you boys these days can I?” Coach giggled scratching his chest. “No sir” I said, trying to look busy as I watched the coach’s thick frame; so manly, so strong. I zipped my bag up and was headed towards the door when coach called my name again “Hey, Seb hold on!” I turned around, a little anxious to go, and then I saw it. “Seb, you forgot something I think..” Coach said, a smile creeping over his face, a smile I’d never seen before. “Huh? Nah I’m all good” I replied knowing I’d packed my bag moments ago. “Try again White,” Coach said as he opening his hand to revel my sweat soaked white underwear. “You left these under the bench.” Getting red in the face I walked over and reaching my hand out to uttered “Thanks.” I was seething with the embarrassment of having my coach find my stinky underwear. “Sorry White, not this time” Coach said as he snatching his hand away form mine. “Why do you think I come and clean up after you lot every week?” he asked chortling to himself. “I just thought, it was uh your job sir” I replied, dumbfounded that my own coach wouldn’t relinquish my dirty drawers. “Well Sebastien, you’re not wrong but sometimes I need to keep a little somethin’ in it for me, well, I’ll see you Tuesday for training then” Coach said as he turned and walked back to the storage area and his office.

Whether I was confused about Coach’s weird behaviour or just curious, I don’t know. But I was compelled to follow, maybe it was the fact that my middle aged Basketball coach had just commandeered my underwear, maybe not. I followed the Coach -at a fair distance nonetheless- down the hallway, careful not to make too much noise as I followed him what was he doing with my underwear?I thought, puzzled by the events in the locker room and still flustered from the thought of Michael’s ass in sweatpants as he played Call of Duty. Approaching his office I slowed down, and gently knocked on the glass door to the office. I could see the coach was sitting at his desk reading something avidly. “Sebastien? Come in come in!” Coach said, his eyes glancing up from the monitor to me as I walked in. “What can I do for you Seb?” Coach asked, leaning back in his office Chair, beaming at me over the heavy wooden desk between us. My voice faltered and my usual quick wit evaporated, leaving me momentarily stupefied: “Uuh, ugh, C-coaach my, ahh… can I have my, er you know..?” “Your panties Seb?” Coach replied smiling at me with a glint in his eye. “Yes- Ah, no, my-uh… u-undies please” I stammered, not wanting to refer to my underwear as ‘panties’. “Now Sebasiten, I told you before that if Coach finds something when he does his cleaning route then he’s entitled to keep it, didn't I?” Coach said, his tone shifting from his usually warm and welcome tone to a new one. It was still warm and welcoming but had the same air of control that you’d hear when he gave us an earbashing during a bad game. “Yeah sir, i just don-“ I started before; “Ah ah, no buts White rules are rules.” Coach cut me off and leant forward “You know Jason is the only other one who’s left their belongings behind, and he’s learned the error of his ways.” he continued, I noticed that he still had my white briefs in his hand, gently fondling the now off-white cotton ball.

“Come, let me show you something White” coach said as he beckoned me round to his side of the desk. “Uh yes sir?” I said, by now that weird feeling in my stomach had come and gone, replaced by a very subtle anxiety of anticipation. Coach put his arm around my waist as I stood next to him, seated in his leather chair and pulled me close. I could smell my ass on the briefs and could smell the musk off coach’s body. He always got worked up and shouted during games. “Now Sebastien, your good friend Jason has been very helpful and has stopped forgetting his gear, I want you to emulate him.” Coach said, his thick forearm working down the side of my frame coming to rest on my ass. My cock jumped as if it’d just been defibrillated, gently bouncing off the fabric of my shorts. I was nervous Coach might have seen, but decided it was best not to acknowledge it. “Sebastien, I was speaking the other day with Jason about your performance on the team and how we can improve it” coach went on, his hand now moving in delicate circles over my ass, tempting more blood to fill my cock which was beginning to grow once again. Trying to keep my cool and hide the boner I was slowly growing I asked “Uhh, yeah Coach, what do you want me to do for yo- i mean, the team?” His hand was not stopping and he placed my briefs over his crotch as he reached towards the drawer, I noticed underneath his uniform that I wasn’t the only one who was getting harder. “I think it’s in the team’s best interest that we get you to bond with the team a little more Sebastien,” his hand now kneading and fondling my asscheek, my cock pressing against my loose shorts. “I have some techniques which might help with this if you’d like to try them” he continued, his cock now clearly visible through his pants. “Uhh okay,” I replied, not sure of myself as my middle aged coach manhandled my barely legal ass. From the drawer coach had taken out a tired, yellowed jockstrap. It’d seen better days but the elastic was still good. “I want you to put this on White,” Coach said, his voice now commanding and deep. I obliged and slowly slipped my shorts off, my cock bouncing towards the sky as they slipped down. “Good lord White, you’ve got a fine package yourself” Coach remarked, a flicker of pride in his voice. “I sure know how to pick you boys” he continued “I’ve had my eye on you since the start of the season, Jason too, but he’s a little older than you so he’s already been through this.”

I had slipped into the jockstrap, it was worn, old and covered in stains but it fit me perfectly, my cock firmly restricted by the elastic which was as good as new. “I-I-I-I’ve never done anything like this before Coach” I stammered, cool air flowing over my ass and gooch. “It’s okay, now bend over the desk.” He commanded, and duly I bent over the desk, my asshole feeling exposed as the air tickled my slit and hair. “Now Sebastien, you must know you can be a right little prick sometimes with your smart arse-ry at training. I need you to be a little more focused on creating a real sense of team” Coach said as I felt his thick frame behind me and his erection press on my ass though his straining pants. By now I was hard as a rock, the thought of me spreading my ass for my Basket ball Coach a ridiculous idea until now. “Me? Smart, oh no Coach” I replied, grinning, thinking I was pretty funny given the circumstances. “I’m sure the other guy will agree tha-“ SMACK! Coach’s big hand came down on my exposed ass hard and fast, the sound echoing off the glass in his office. “FUCK! Coach?!” i screamed as the pain of being spanked by my Basketball coach shot up my ass throughout my body. SMACK. “White, don’t you fuck with me,” Coach replied, smacking my pale white ass as I yelped in pain. “I am going to spank your ass till it’s raw, teach you some respect” he continued, grunting with appreciation every time my body quivered as he spanked me. “Ooohhh please Coach, OH! SHIT please Coach, No more” I begged, my ass searing in pain as it received its virginal spanking. Coach continued to spank my ass, each time growing more vocal as he lapped up my pain. “Oahhh fuck White, I have been eyeing you off for quite some time” he grunted as he landed his last firm blow on my quickly reddening cheeks. “Now turn around” he said, his commanding voice deep and husky, deeper than before he’d spanked me.

My ass searing and my cock still fighting against the jockstrap, I did as I was told. I thought for a second how strange it was that my very own Coach had just spanked me raw for the first time. I’d seen plenty of spanking before in porn, gay, straight, black, white, latino and I’d always enjoyed spanking the very few girls I’d fucked, but never did I think I would be receiving such a spanking form my basketball Coach. Coach proceeded to pull out his thick bull cock and began pumping it back and forth, his shaft towering above the thick mesh of orange pubes he sported. “Now Seb, have you ever taken a cock before?” he asked, sucking on a finger before tracing the rim of my hole. “No sir, I fucked a cucumber last semester break but-“ I started before he cut me off “Well, first Jason and now you White, I’m a lucky coach this year”. For the next five minutes the coach fingered my hole, each minute his eyes growing hungrier till he finally slid it in. I’d never taken a cock before and his was far from a beginners size. “Oh White you have an ass as tight as your mouth is loud” Coach laughed as he fucked me slowly, gently opening my virgin hole up to his hefty package. He knew it was painful but I could see the joy he was getting from opening up the hole go his most disruptive basket baller… After five more minutes he had picked up the pace and was fucking me deep. “Are you Coach’s fuck boy now White?” he taunted me as his cock kept set the pace for the moans he fucked out of me. “Yes coach, I am” I said, my back flat on the table, staring at the ceiling in a state of bliss as my Coach filled my ass with his meat. “Goooood boy,” he moaned as he worked my hole. “I’m sure you’ll like the other techniques, Jason has” he continued, slipping my teen cock out of the jockstrap and jacking it off to the rhythm of his pounding. He fucked me over the desk for another ten minutes before I came all over my chest, my watery young seed splattering my body and some of my chin. “Seb likes when Coach fills up his cunt doesn't he” Coach smirked as he looked at the mess I’d made. He pulled out and sat back into his chair. “Yes Coach” I whimpered feeling his cock leave my now gaping asshole, satisfied and sore from its first filling. “Now, on your knees” Coach said, and like a cock-drunk whore I made my way to the floor, eyes darting between his and the cock that had just milked a load of me. I grasped his rod and sucked, tasting my ass on his cock and suckling on his heavy balls as instructed. In a state of bliss I sucked on his tool, I felt Coach’s generous balls starting to shrink up, he was ready to unload. He groaned deeply, his pelvis thrusting forwards as the cum shot from his balls and into my mouth. I choked for an instant as I got used to his hot ropey seed filling my mouth. “Now, swallow” he said, his eyes baring down on me and a thin smile on his lips. “Yes sir” I replied, letting his load slide down my throat and into my gut.

I got dressed and Coach told me to wear a pair of Jason’s dirty briefs which he had saved from a few weeks ago. I noticed he had himself some collection in the drawer, dozen of pairs, all sweaty and used. After the way he’d just bust my hole out I obliged happily, the post-cum haze overwhelming me after my first ever fuck. My cock was still sensitive and slowly dripped with cum as I left the school yard, the taste of Coach’s seed in my mouth reminding me of what had just transpired. As I rode the bus home the vibrations shot all the way up my now used hole, bringing me straight back to the desk where Coach had fucked me an hour earlier. I had kinda enjoyed the way the Coach has spanked me and used me, but did that make me gay? Did that even matter if hot guys like the Coach wanted me? I decided it wasn't worth the fuss and dropped it, preferring to recall the groans the Coach had made as he pumped my ass with his engorged cock earlier. That evening, I called goodbye to Mum, anxious to get to Michael’s house for some C.O.D. and to share my story. Training on Monday is looking more appealing than ever and I’ll be wearing a nice pair of Coach's undies too.