My Dad & Coach Ortiz

At 17, Derek’s life is what you’d call shitty.  After his dad got laid off from the steel extrusion plant, his mom had to take a job at Target after working a full shift as a receptionist at a law firm.  Things between them are tense and his dad’s mood is perpetually sullen.  The bottles of Jack Daniels seem to appear and empty as if by magic and his mom is too busy and tired to notice. So, it’s up to Derek to assemble some kind of dinner and get his dad Frank up from his recliner and into bed, most nights.  Frank staggers down the hall with Derek steadying him, breath atrocious, and falls into bed fully clothed.  Derek removes his dad’s shoes, flings the comforter over him and lets him snore.

The only bright spot for Derek is his track running speed and skills.  In his senior year, he has set several records for the 100 yard sprint and relay.  He loves to run and when his legs and arms are pumping, wavy chestnut hair flowing in the breeze and his body sweaty from exertion he feels like a different person – someone who can run away from this toxic town and family.  The other source of joy is his Coach, Hector Ortiz.  Coach Ortiz is about 42 and is sexy as hell with café con leche skin, a jet black goatee sprinkled with gray hairs, and muscle laden arms and legs.  His chest is broad and his round plump ass has been the source of jerk off fantasies for Derek all season. Coach O, as the team calls him, has thick short cropped black hair and the warmest, twinkly brown eyes that always puts his runners at ease.  He is supportive and kind and Derek has a huge crush – when the coach touches his shoulder or gives him a friendly pat on the back Derek experiences chills all over his body.  The last time Derek rushed home, ignored his dad snoozing in front the TV and behind his closed bedroom door, squeezed out a huge load while fingering his moist, tight butthole thinking of Coach O doing it for him.  He licked the cum from his sticky fingers enjoying the nutty musky flavor pretending it was the Coach’s sperm.  Derek is a virgin but damn he doesn’t want to be.  But Coach O is married with 3 kids and has never been inappropriate with the students, much to Derek’s chagrin. 

Derek’s crappy luck holds that morning and while taking out the garbage he slipped on the wet front steps and twisted his ankle.  He was trying to balance the Hefty bag of garbage along with the recycle bin full of whiskey bottles so missed the bottom step.  His ankle and knee are swollen and he’s been applying ice copiously but the pain is still there.  Now Derek’s limping to Coach O’s office to deliver the bad news – he won’t be able to participate in Saturday’s championship meet.  It’s early so Coach O is alone in his office working on his PC and Derek stops short, his breath gone.  The Coach is wearing a tank style undershirt at his desk.  Derek has never seen him in anything but a polo or dress shirt.  Coach O has colorful tattoos on his shoulders and upper arms and one on his chest, only partially visible.  Coach O looks up and smiles, hey Derek!  What brings you in this early?  He gets up and immediately puts on his white polo shirt with the school logo.  Sorry, it’s so warm in here in the early mornings, he says off-handedly.  It’s okay, responds Derek.  Hell, you’ve seen the whole team naked!  Coach O flushes and mumbles something like, yes well…so what can I do for you?  Derek enters and the Coach can see he’s limping and his expression sours, Derek, what happened?  Are you okay?  Coach O seems genuinely upset. 

I slipped on our wet steps and twisted my ankle; it really hurts but maybe the swelling will go down before Saturday.  Let’s take a look, hop up here.  Coach O is a doctor of physical therapy and often helps out players and other coaches with various injuries.  The school pays him extra for these services and provides his work bench which resembles a massage table only it’s metal and sterile looking.  Derek hops up and raises his pant leg – Coach O kneels down and gingerly takes off his shoe and sock.  Oh wow!  It’s really swollen and purple, he says.  Let me get an ice pack but I have a feeling you won’t be playing for at least 2 or more weeks.  No! wails Derek.  The school year is almost over and I can’t be out, I need these games for college scouts.  Sorry, Derek, but mother nature rules here and if you tried to play you’d be in massive pain and could do real permanent damage.  I just can’t let you play.  Coach O gets the ice pack while Derek fumes and pouts.  Suddenly he notices the Coach’s aftershave which is spicy and masculine and he also detects a hint of perspiration.  Derek has smelled the Coach’s BO before on warm summer days and it turns him on.  He tries to distract himself reading health charts so the Coach won’t notice his fledgling boner.

Derek, I think you should see a doctor about this, you might need medical attention.  Can one of your parents take you?  Derek thinks about his mom working double shifts and his dad sauced most of the time and shrugs.  I’ll ask my dad but to be honest, he’s not in great condition these days since the lay-offs at Metro Steel.  Oh no I’m so sorry to hear that!  Coach O’s eyes are warm and caring and Derek almost wants to cry – he rarely gets this kind of empathy at home.  Listen son, we can treat it here under our charter from the school district but I can’t do it for free, we’d bring in the district doctor and I’d conduct the physical therapy sessions but it’s $50 per session and you’d want to have them at least once per week, can your parents swing that?  Again, Derek is near tears knowing how stretched they are at home – he can’t imagine his parents can afford it and he tells Coach O this.

Why don’t you have your dad come in and talk to me and see what we can do?  I haven’t seen Frank in maybe a year anyway and we might be able to work something out.  Do you think he’d come?   Derek’s cloud started to lift but he thought about his dad and doubts remained.  I’ll try Coach O, he said with a wistful smile.   Good!  We have a plan, grinned the Coach.   One more thing, Derek, since you’re here and we’re alone, I should tell you that you need a shower, son.  You’re pretty ripe – you probably rushed here after slipping and the stress of it made you perspire a lot but if you’re going to your classes later, well, you don’t want to let the other kids get a whiff of you right now.  Go ahead and shower now and I’ll stay in my office.  The first gym class isn’t for 20 minutes so you have time, even with the limp.  Shout out if you need assistance.  Derek turned beet red, he couldn’t say a thing.  Once at his locker and naked he sniffed his pits and rubbed his finger along his fuzzy balls.  The Coach had a point.  He decided against fingering his hole for a sniff as he knew it was not clean and he might get aroused.  Male body smells were his kryptonite – he loved the aromas in the locker room after the team worked out.  After he’d showered and mostly dressed he went to Coach O’s office and walked in, shirt open. As he opened the door he called out, Hey coach can I borrow some Right Guard?  Coach Ortiz was just emerging from the private shower in the back and had a clean white towel wrapped around himself. Derek! He called out sharply, you need to knock son!   Derek stood frozen taking in the Coach’s amazing body with the tattoos on full display, they looked like colorful wild birds swooping from his chest down towards his groin.  He was almost hairless with just a few hairs around his big copper nipples and a trail of wiry black hairs from his navel going towards his groin before they disappeared behind that damn towel.  And that groin, a sizable bulge was evident under the towel.  Derek couldn’t stop staring at that bulge and almost licked his lips.  Coach O noticed where his attention was focused and quickly turned away.  He reached up on a shelf and tossed a can of Right Guard to Derek, go use that and come back in a few minutes.  This is not cool, Derek, but his voice was quiet and still kind.  Yes sir, he mumbled and limped/shuffled away.  After he’d returned the deodorant, Derek left the gym and went straight to a single use bathroom, locked the door and started masturbating furiously.  He fantasized rubbing his face on Coach O’s crotch until the towel fell away and rubbing his face all over his cock and balls and into his furry pits, taking in his aroma and flavors.  He wondered if the Coach’s cum would taste different than his own which caused him to blow his load all over his hand and the toilet seat.  He was shaking from the intensity of the orgasm as he licked up his prize.

Derek managed to catch Frank in the morning when he was still sober and lucid.  Dad please I need you to do this for me!  My whole college future depends on it.  Frank was doubful, he loved his son but the dark storm cloud that permeated his life just couldn’t seem to lift.  Derek continued, Coach Ortiz is willing to work something out but he needs to see you!   Frank looked at his son’s desperate face and pleading tone and his heart moved.  Okay son, I’ll do it but we’d better make it later today or tomorrow morning.  I have a job interview at noon and I hope and pray I get this.  Dad that’s great!   Let me help you get ready, I’ll make some eggs and coffee for you.  You’re a good son, Derek.  I’ll go shower. Frank was a little unsteady on his feet so Derek helped him down the hall and to undress.  His dad was wearing old jockey underwear that was once white but now stained with piss in the pouch and as Frank handed them to Derek, he spotted a skid mark inside.  Derek had seen his Dad naked many times but now he had an appreciation for his swinging uncut dick and hanging balls, furry with brown and gray hair.   Checking out your old man to see if you compare, eh boy?  Frank chuckled.  No Dad, gross!   It’s okay all men do the same – let me see if you’ve grown in that area too, Frank winked and nodded at Derek.  Derek was beet red but he pulled down his trousers and underwear to show his Dad his half-chubbed cock.  Nice son!   You’ll make the ladies happy one day but damn don’t get anyone pregnant, this family is already cursed, said Frank sadly.  Don’t worry Dad, it won’t happen.  Once Frank was safely in the shower, Derek sniffed and licked his Dad’s briefs enjoying the stale piss and earthy delicious taste of the skid mark.  Dad I’m getting you fresh briefs from your room I’ll toss these in the wash!  He tucked them under his pillow for future wank material.  Okay you are my good boy, said Frank.

Frank didn’t get the job and was even more depressed that afternoon.  Derek had to keep him away from the bottle and get him to Coach O’s office.  His Dad was super quiet on the drive over but at least he was sober.  After they arrived Derek went to the library to study and let the men talk.  Hello Frank, que paso? said Coach Ortiz, come on in, it’s good to see you again.  Hey Coach said Frank who didn’t remember meeting him, thanks for doing this.  Call me Hector please.  Frank sat in the chair and let out an audible moan of pain.  What is it, Frank?   Oh I hurt my back on the last job and it still bothers me sometimes.   Have you had it looked at?  No just haven’t had time.  Tell you what Frank, if you’re comfortable lie down on my table here and I’ll take a look.  Sometimes a minor adjustment can work wonders.  Frank starts to lay down but Hector asks him to remove his shirt, which he does with a moment’s hesitation.   I’ll do some simple procedures on your back to alleviate the pressure, Hector said calmly, these are things your wife can do when you’re home and laying on your bed.  Ha! Scoffed Frank.  As if my wife could take the time to work on my back or fix a meal!  Oh wow I had no idea.  Your son Derek is so quiet and well-behaved I thought things were okay.   Hector’s fingers start to work on Frank’s smooth skin, first his shoulders moving down his spine.  Derek is a good boy and maybe you could teach him what to do.  Sure said Hector.  So things aren’t great with the Mrs.?  Sorry to hear but for what it’s worth I’m in the same boat.  It’s tough raising 3 kids with a wife who expects to live a lavish life on a teacher’s salary. Oh I get ya, said Frank.  That sounds miserable.  It is and we’ve tried to keep it together for the kids’ sake but I sleep in the den most nights.   Guess you’re dating rosie palm these days, eh?  Smirked Frank.  Yeah laughed Hector.  And damn I miss sex especially the feel of a warm mouth on me, taking their time, licking my balls and taint.  Hector sighed.  Frank started to get aroused in spite of himself, it didn’t help that Hector’s fingers were pressing along his beltline and at times slipping under to the top of his ass.  Frank moaned, this time in pleasure. 

You like that?  Asked Hector, good let’s slip your pants off and let me work your glutes.  This time Frank didn’t hesitate.  Thank God Derek and made him wear clean briefs.  Hector could still smell Frank’s body odor but it wasn’t rank, just good sweat mixed with some deodorant.  He inhaled appreciatively. He was starting to get aroused too.  So, you and your wife don’t have sex much either? Asked Hector.  Hell no!   She blames me for being too tired so she doesn’t want to have sex, even on a Sunday.  She’s worried Derek will find out even though he’s 17 and I know that boy’s underwear could stand stiff on its own from all the cum he shoots, as it should be!  Frank’s humor lightened his bitterness.  Hector’s hands were really going to town on Frank’s creamy white ass and he could see the red/brown hair on the cheeks and in the crack despite the briefs.  His hands were rubbing along the lower part and onto the thighs, even pressing a bit into the ass crack.  Not everyone realizes how closely connected the back and butt are for tension and issues, said Hector.  He was beginning to work up quite a sweat himself.  He didn’t really like deodorant so had skipped the right guard today.  He’d had a quick noon workout but didn’t have time to shower so his manly musk was starting to permeate the room, mixing with Frank’s light BO.  A stranger walking in would be put off by the strong odor of male testosterones but Hector liked it, savored it even.  He’d worked around sports and in locker rooms for so long it was comforting and lately being hard up, it was arousing.  He felt his penis start to lengthen in his jock under his grey sweat shorts.  He knew his foreskin was retracting as he started to get a whiff of that pure male aroma of musky cock which meant he was oozing precum. 

Frank started to slightly move his hips up and down pressing his erection against the table.  He kept his eyes closed enjoying the sensuality of Hector’s big callused strong hands working over his body.  Every time his fingers slipped along Frank’s thighs it was like an erotic jolt.  Frank, said Hector very quietly, probably time to slip these off, okay?  Frank just nodded and sighed.  Down came the briefs and Hector’s hands really started working and massaging Frank’s ass cheeks – despite his physical decline his ass was still meaty and sexy from all of those years of labor.  Hector’s mouth watered.  His fingers brushed Frank’s pink butthole framed with thick chestnut brown hair – he sniffed his fingers after and got the ripe aroma which made his dick rock hard.  Now he dropped his own gym shorts and was wearing only his jock which couldn’t contain his beautiful big brown cock soaked with precum oozing out of the foreskin.  Hector reached down with one hand and gave it a squeeze, shivering all over.  How ya doing, Frank?  Mmmmm fantastic he murmured.  Your hands are golden!  Thanks man – I’m enjoying this too.  Hector pushed his hard-on against Frank’s thigh – some of the precum dribbled onto Frank.  I think I can feel how much you like this – is this okay, man?  I mean you’re Derek’s coach and we are at school.  Honestly I haven’t messed around much with guys since I was in school myself.  It’s okay, Frank.  This is my private space and the door is locked;  we’re in the same boat, two horny men with needs not met by our frigid wives.    Okay if I go to the next level?  What would that be?

Hector leaned over and blew hot breath on Frank’s ass cheeks and crack.  Frank shivered from the sensation.  He parted the cheeks and blew again right on the puckered pink hole.  Frank moaned and his hole winked. Frank, there’s an unorthodox method sometimes to examining a patient to see if everything is okay.  Pain and stress can be caused by poor diet or bathroom habits and often a doctor can determine the problem by taste.  Sound ok?  What’s that mean? Asked Frank.  I’ll show you.  Hector made a firm U shape with his tongue and zero’d in on Frank’s quivering musky butthole.  He pushed his tongue in as far as he could with one swoop.  Frank grunted and bucked his hips.  Hector lapped at Frank’s ass and tongued as deep as he could enjoying Frank’s ripe tasty hole.  Push your asshole out, he commanded and Frank complied pushing his asslips out.  That’s it baby. Hector created a suction cup with his mouth around the anus and sucked hard. He sucked Frank’s ass juices right up and Frank was in ecstasy – he had never felt anything so erotic.  Whatever the fuck you’re doing keep doing it!  He moaned. Hector sucked and sucked his saliva creating a juicy smelly puddle all over Frank’s ass and crack.  You fucking taste amazing!  Now I want inside.  Coach, I never…Frank’s voice whimpered out.  He knew he was powerless and maybe this was what he needed.  A good deep dick fucking to show him what kind of man he still was:  wanted, sexy.  Hector stripped all the way and climbed up on the table positioning himself over the prone Frank.  You don’t mind that I’m not 100% clean back there?  asked Frank in a quavering voice.  Nah, I like a little seasoning with my meat, laughed Hector.  I can smell your armpits and for some reason it turning me on, said Frank.  That’s right, it’s only men in this room and we smell and taste like males should.  Hector skinned back his foreskin and a whole different aroma emitted – it wasn’t dirty, no cheese, but it smelled like a cock that hadn’t been washed carefully for a day or two.  They both breathed it in and it made their hormones race.  Fuck me, Hector!  Yelled Frank.  I want you inside me!  Hector slowly slid his sticky wet cock into Frank’s quivering hole – it was pink  and wet and open, making a perfect O.  He loved watching his polla fuck a hot culo so kept up on all fours watching Frank lose his anal virginity.  Bit by bit, the long hard bronze cock slid inside.  When get got to his balls he pushed a bit abruptly and Frank jerked but sighed.  I’m all the way in baby.  Are you going to cum in my ass, Coach?  You know it Frank, full service.  Today’s special, massage, rimming, fucking and breeding!  Hector laughed as he picked up the pace, longdicking him now.  He settled down on top of Frank enjoying the smell of his BO and sweaty body, his hips pumping smoothly.  Frank’s eyes were still closed but he was moaning little noises.  Hector kissed his neck and ear – enjoy this baby.  You and I are now bound together.  We both love Derek and we are going to share our semen.  I’ll breed you and you will feed me yours.  Frank was beyond any objections he just smiled and nodded enjoying the feelilng of that big cock all way up his rectum.  They could both smell the shit from Frank’s ass on Hector’s dick but nobody cared.  

Finally, Hector was ready and he told Frank to get ready for his load.  Frank actually squeezed his asshole so it felt even better and Hector let go, stream after stream of his sperm inseminating Frank’s tight dirty asshole. He gasped as the last jet spasmed into Frank and collapsed on top.  You’d better get ready Frank yelped as I am going to cum now too so they leaped up with Hector on his knees.  It only took Frank a stroke or two and he blasted his cum on Hector’s nose and goatee before he got his mouth open and the rest landed on his tongue.  Creamy delicious semen, just what he needed.  Hector stood up, want me to kiss you Frank so you can taste?  Frank was spent, sweaty and a mess.  Nah, I don’t think so.  Okay next time buddy.   Next time? Oh yeah this ain’t over, remember you’re working off $50 a week in PT costs.  And by the way, we need to talk about your gay son too, Frank.  What are you sure?  Oh yeah, he is definitely hot for the boys and I see him staring at my ass all the time.  Come to think of it, mused Frank, I have seen him checking out my junk and I’m certain he stole a pair or two of my jockey shorts after I’d worn them, in fact this morning!   Yep Frank, sounds like our boy likes dick too.  As his Coach I’ve been very careful to keep away from the subject but I observe things.  He graduates next month so here’s my question, when does he turn 18?  Frank grinned, soon he said, real soon.