Teachers and Coaches
by bijaybi
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This story is based on real people and locations but names and settings have been changed and events have been enhanced. This story contains explicit male-male consensual, sex between men of legal age. If you don't enjoy reading this sort of material or are under the age of 21 or it is not legal to read this sort of material where you live, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING. Please practice safer sex.
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Going to a very small, conservative religious high school in a small city in the 1980s, we sure had a much higher-than-average share of fun, perverted teachers and coaches. As a young man who would grow up to be gay (or rather, “homoflexible”), I was definitely much more interested in and attracted to these older men than to any young guys closer to my age. And while the majority of these teachers and coaches were married and living straight lives, there was definitely something going on with some of them that made them horny for some action with students.
Some of these guys went further than others. There was a range from titillating inappropriate flirtatiousness or talking about sex in front of us, to much more full-on activity.
In retrospect, I’m not that surprised that the most nervous and cautious of these teachers was Mr. Matteson, the new choir teacher – because he was pretty obviously gay.
However, my first encounter with Mr. M. was kind of amusingly blatant. Right before his first school year started, he needed to drop off some sheet music to my house so I could start practicing some songs that I would be playing on the piano to accompany choir members on at a first-day assembly.
It almost seemed like my piano teacher Mr. Royce must have told Mr. Matteson that I was a cute, good student and suspected by many to be “that way,” because Mr. Matteson jogged, shirtless, muscular and glistening with sweat, to my family home wearing only those uniquely 80s skimpy short shorts and a backpack containing the pack of sheet music. He showed up at my house while the rest of my family was out. I was relieved because I actually immediately weak in the knees seeing this sexy, short, lean and muscular, brown-haired guy in his early 20s. He had kind of 70s porn-stache, very sweaty chest hair, 6-pack abs, and a nicely bulging package. He ran up our front steps and rang the bell. He was smiley and friendly as we introduced ourselves, and he told me how much he appreciated my piano teacher volunteering me to be an accompanist for the choir. He noticed the piano just inside the living room off the entry way, and he said, “Would you mind if I came in for a glass of cold water and see what you think of these songs, see if you have any questions?”
I showed him into the living room and went to get him some ice water. When I got back in, I drank in the sight of this nearly stripped-down man dripping with sweat next to my piano. I was really attracted to him especially when he smiled kindly at me but with a kind of devilish twist. He said, “Are your parents home? Is it OK that I’m in here?”
I said, “They’re at an event and my siblings are both at the movies, it’s OK.” He motioned for me to sit down and I could feel the heat emanating from him as he stood really close to me. He kind of leaned into me and pressed into me as he flipped through a few of the song folios. I could distinctly feel the hardness of his cock in his running shorts pressing into my back, and it made me tingle with nervous excitement.
Mr M. pretended not to notice that he was rubbing his bulge into me while directing me to try out a few of the songs, but I could feel him getting stiffer. I was too. I didn’t dare stop playing or look at him, in case I would somehow get in trouble or break the magic spell of this new kind of close encounter with a sexy older guy.
He said, “Mr Royce was definitely right, you play beautifully, or as he put it, you are a beautiful young player.” I looked at him and he winked at me, acknowledging the meaning that clearly Mr. Royce was attracted to me too. (Nothing had ever happened between us, though). I said, “Thank you, that means a lot, it feels good.” Mr M. smirked and said, “Oh, you like how it feels, do you?” I blushed and didn’t quite know what to say, but Mr. M. pointedly looked at my own bulging crotch and said, “I think you like it, at least, I hope so. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun this year. I’m going to give you special access to the practice rooms at school so you can play the new synthesizer keyboards the alumni group donated. And I’ll come by and practice with you 1:1 sometimes if you’d like. Unfortunately, I have to run home now, even though it might be kind of harder running now,” and he laughed. I was disappointed that he wasn’t going to push the envelope further right then, but he probably felt the risk was way too great having just met me and not knowing when my family members would get home.
Mr. Matteson did follow through on his promise, though, and I loved having a lot of practice time on the awesome new keyboards in the new choir practice addition the alumni group had also donated that year. I was disappointed that Mr. M. wasn’t as flirty or didn’t get close to me for the first few weeks of the school year though. When I saw him he seemed nervous as he adapted to the weirdly conservative vibe of our small school.
However, I finally got my wish for more entertaining interaction when Mr. M. and I had to spend several practice sessions together at the end of September. I loved his beautiful, rich, deep voice as he’d sing the parts that my fellow students would soon be trying to sing. We figured out the best practice times when we were least likely to be interrupted by other teachers, staff or students.
On the Wednesday of that week, after seeming to be quite careful to not repeat the closeness we’d had at my house, I was playing a song, he was singing, and next thing I knew, he was fully hard in his khaki pants pressing into my shoulder and upper back. There was no mistaking it and he was intentionally kind of rocking back and forth to make it harder. I turned to give him a smiling look, and he kind of shyly glanced down at his crotch and nodded his head at me. I took that to mean, “Go for it,” and I stopped playing, turned sideways on the bench and tentatively put my hand close to his crotch. He said, “It’s OK, you can feel it, if you want to. I don’t want to push you into anything you are not comfortable doing. I locked the door so we won’t be disturbed, though, in case you do want to do want I want to do.”
I couldn’t believe it. I put my hand to his bulging package and felt the outline of what felt like a cock at least one and a half times bigger than mine. He groaned and said, “Yeahhhh Jay I’ve wanted this since the day I met you, you can unzip me if you want.” I unbuckled his belt and fumbled with the zipper. I was amazed by the beautiful sight of his bulging briefs, and I lustfully felt inside his pants, grabbing a handful of cloth-covered hard dick. I was hard as a rock, and Mr. Matteson reached down to grip and stroke mine. He said, “Wow, very nice, buddy. Take mine out.” I pulled his underwear down and his hard, 7.5-8” cut cock sprang out and up pointing toward his stomach. I tentatively grasped his shaft and he said, “It’s definitely OK, you can feel it, jerk it, do whatever you want to it, kid.” I was amazed that I was getting the chance to play with the sexy teacher’s dick and it felt amazing in my hand. My own cock ached to get out of my pants, so I was happy when Mr. M. told me to stand up and he unbuttoned and unzipped me to release my dick from its tight constraints. He tugged down my briefs and gave my cock a nice long stroke, whistled and said, “Oh boy, I can’t believe I’m touching you like this. You cannot breathe a word of this to anyone. You do like this and want it, right? We can stop anytime.” I said, “I’m happy, I’m good, I trust you.” He gave me a few more good strokes and said, “Good, then get on my dick, I want you to try sucking it.”
I had been waiting for a long time to try this, so I didn’t need any more encouragement, even though I was temporarily nervous that I wouldn’t know what I was doing. I put my lips to his head, stuck out my tongue, and started licking his hard shaft. He told me to go ahead and try to get as much of it into my mouth as I could and start sucking, so I did, and I loved it. It tasted clean and felt amazing; I immediately couldn’t get enough and went kind of wild getting more actively into sucking Mr. M.’s nice cock. While I was doing that, the rather short man leaned over so he could stroke me even better than I was used to stroking myself. It felt amazing and I was definitely hooked. I knew he wouldn’t last long and I wouldn’t either, and sure enough, he said, “You want me to come in your mouth or on your face, boy? I want to paint your face and make sure you know I got you.” I said, “I want it” and he almost immediately started to spray volley after volley of hot cream onto my chin, nose and cheeks. That set me off – I immediately started pulsing in his hand and shooting my own load high into the air, hitting the keyboard with some squirts and hitting him in the side with other squirts. We both laughed and he said, “Great job, you need a bit more practice, how about more tomorrow?
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As far as I know, Mr. Matteson was the only pretty obviously gay male teacher at my small parochial high school. The rest were married men who were more traditionally masculine, straight guys. But that didn’t seem to stop some other fun stuff from happening. Great from my perspective as a young man who was very attracted to older teachers and coaches!
One of these guys, Mr. Blake, was the football coach, a gym teacher, and he also taught shop and drafting classes. He had a very thick dark brown beard and thick brown hair, bright green eyes, full lips, and the kind of stocky build with a slight beer belly of a man who was a wrestler and football player in his younger years but was now in his early 40s.
Mr. Blake was well-liked by most of us students. He was serious when he needed to be but could be pretty fun and friendly. He also did some stuff that really turned me on. Like, he had a habit of coming into the locker room as we showered and changed after gym class, and he’d stand in the entrance to the “gang showers” for much longer than necessary. He would observe and talk to the students who were showering, and playfully say things like, “Marty, you’re going to poke somebody’s eye out with that thing if you get any more of a huge boner, try to think about something besides your homecoming date, alright? Or maybe try to keep your eyes off Ken’s ass (gesturing to the guy in my class who had the most high, round bubble butt.) So this sexy blond kid Marty and others would laugh, knowing it was all in good fun, not feeling like Mr. Blake was being creepy for watching us shower.
But Mr. Blake also did somewhat more unexpected things in the locker room. Several times, while I was pissing at one of the urinals in a row of 4 or 5 along one wall, I’d look down the end of the row and see Mr. Blake watching with a slight, mischievous smile, obviously watching whichever boys were there peeing.
He wouldn’t usually say anything when he did this, but one time when I was the only student at one of the urinals, Mr. Blake walked to the one right next to mine, sighed loudly as he unzipped and hauled out what was impossible to ignore: a ridiculously thick, long cock. He sighed with relief again as he started to piss a strong, steady stream, and I just couldn’t keep my eyes off the biggest dick I had seen in my life. He flashed a proud smile, showing off his bright white teeth, and quietly said, “Feels good to let the trouser snake out of its cage sometimes, you know, he gets really cramped in these khakis they make us coaches wear.”
He looked over at my increasingly hard cock which I was trying vainly to hide while I was still peeing, and he said, “No need to turn away, Jay, I’ve seen it and all the rest of you boys many times, obviously. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, you’re developing great. Maybe one day you’ll have one as heavy as mine…” and with that, he was gripping the base of his now even longer, sort of stiff shaft and jiggling it, shaking the last few drops of piss off his head. “Would you like that? Would you like to have one as big and thick as mine? Seems like it’s kinda turning you on. I gotta say my wife has no complaints, other than the fact that sometimes it stretches her pussy a bit too much.” He laughed. I was totally turned on and amazed that this handsome, bearish married teacher was so casual with me.
I guess I should not have been that surprised. He didn’t seem to have many hangups about physicality with the male students. During gym class, if we were weight training, he would get pretty hands-on about showing us the correct form. But the most blatant examples of getting physical were when we had to do a month of wrestling in gym class. Weirdly they made the students pick out wrestling singlets from a laundry bin and figure out our own sizes… I guess they didn’t want to make parents pay for expensive equipment just for one month of a particular sport. Naturally, some of us students were self-conscious about our less-muscular builds, or less-impressive packages than some of the more well-built or well-hung kids. Mr. Blake took his usual casual approach to this topic as well. He’d just kind of address it head on by saying, “None of you should feel weird in these stretchy Lycra outfits, wrestlers have been wearing these for years and it is what it is. I don’t want anyone trying to cover themselves or distracting themselves from trying their hardest as you’re learning the fundamentals of wrestling.” He continued, “Obviously some of you guys are already good at it, being on the wrestling team, and I expect you to guys to help me guide the others.”
Then Mr. Blake addressed what was on the mind of a lot of us, I’m sure. He said, “I am sure some of you are worried about getting a hard-on in your singlet while you’re rolling around on these mats with each other, pinning your opponent down however you need to, etc. And I want you not to care about that at all. It’s completely natural to get a boner from the friction. You’re all hormonal young men, and you’ll also learn that some wrestling moves are aggressive and might even seem kind of weird to you. You can shove your hand into the ass-crack of your opponent, for example, and use it like a handle to grab and dominate them. I want to see you giving it your all.”
Ryan, who was one of the star wrestlers of our school’s small team, laughed and said, “Yeah, boys, what he really means is that he actually likes to watch us mash our crotches into the other guy’s face, or do that ass-grabbing hold, and he definitely likes to see a healthy bulge in your singlet. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about – be proud if you have a big boner, it means you’re giving it your all and that you have something to show off!”
So with all of that, even though I was a swimmer and runner and definitely not a rough-and-tumble muscular wrestler, I actually learned to enjoy the wrestling part of our gym class. Without necessarily thinking about it, I sometimes tried hard to win a match and could pin another student of my size or smaller. But, more often, I’d find myself dominated and outpowered by a bigger and stronger student. I actually loved the feeling of having these bigger students lying on top of me, our singlet-covered bodies rubbing all over each other. I really loved it when the other guy would get into “playing dirty” and try to humiliate me by pushing his crotch into my face or squatting over my face with his ass straddling me.
I especially loved it when I could see Mr. Blake watching this happen and could see him getting into the aggressive, testosterone-fueled domination and submission. I swear you could sometimes see his package bulging obscenely far out in his khakis. Or, since I knew exactly how long and thick his dick was, I knew exactly what was going on when I could see his package bulging down one leg halfway to his knee.
I finally got to have a more close-up experience with Mr. Blake when I was a junior and got to take architectural drafting class. I had heard rumors from all the other students who took shop and drafting classes from this beloved teacher, that Mr. Blake had a kind of “odd” habit of disappearing from class for a while with one to four students, whom he would take into the equipment room, supposedly to organize tools and wood, etc. Class would be in session, he’d have us working on our assignment, and then he’d hand-pick one, two, three or four older boys to come to the equipment room with him.
I finally got picked one day, along with these guys Steve, Bryan and Todd. Steve and Todd were on the football team, and Bryan was a friend of mine who was more into art and alternative music and you could kind of tell he, too, was much more interested in guys than girls.
We left our work stations and got into the storage area with Mr. Blake, and he told Steve to close the door behind him. Steve was a pretty massively built linebacker type of guy, with a really sexy scar on his eyebrow and lip from an accident in his sportscar earlier that year. Tall, handsome, always had a lot of girls chasing him wanting to go to dances with him. Todd was less beefy but still a really hot guy – blonde, blue eyed of Scandinavian heritage, with a kind of brushed-up haircut like Billy Idol or Dolph Lundgren. Todd’s ass always strained the confines of his pants – working out constantly and playing football made his glutes and thighs particularly beautiful, and he also had a really broad chest and shoulders. Bryan was cute, too, a tall kind of stocky Mexican-American guy, but I didn’t think about him “in that way” because we were friends.
When we were in the storage room, Mr. Blake said quietly, “OK boys, I really don’t know how much word gets around this place, but when I invite students in here it’s a privilege and a milestone. You’re all recently turned 18 and that means certain things can be less of a risk and more of a pleasure.” We were confused and I asked, “What do you mean, Mr. B.?” He said, “Well, you’re not really in here to organize wood and tools. You’re in here to get wood and play with tools. A male bonding rite of passage to prove that you’re worthy of staying in my drafting class with good grades.”
I was kind of shocked and totally turned on by this blunt statement of what Mr. Blake expected to happen. We were in close quarters, I could literally feel the heat emanating from Bryan and the other 2 young men as we took in what Mr. Blake had just said. He said, “Well, we don’t have all day – the class is working on your assignments.”
He said, “Todd, get over here next to Steve. I watch you guys on the football field and in the locker room as you know, and I know you are both hung and aggressive dudes. I think we’ve got some cocksuckers here to reward your prowess on the football field,” pointing to me and Bryan, “And, you’re all going to service me too. My wife has been pregnant for 6 months now and she’s getting to the point where she has started to turn me down, saying she doesn’t want my big dick to slam so far into her that it hurts the baby.” He laughed at that stupid idea, and said, “So I’m hornier than usual. I need to get off and I don’t care what hole I get off in.”
I loved the more openly raunchy talk of Mr. Blake in this more private setting. Steve and Todd seemed a little bit tentative about this guy-on-guy stuff, where you could tell Bryan and I were into it. Mr. Blake said to the football players, “Dudes, this is private. I do this with all of the 18+ boys who deserve a little relief and nobody needs to think of it as weird. It doesn’t mean you’re a homo if you get sucked by another guy – it’s just fun. And it also means you’re smart because you’re not going to get a chick pregnant.”
So Mr. Blake guided me and Bryan by the shoulders over to where Steve and Todd were standing shoulder-to-massive-shoulder against a storage rack of wood and metal and plastics, and pushed us down to our knees. He said, “Unzip ‘em.” Bryan and I didn’t waste any time obeying this command. I was excited that I had Todd, the Scandinavian player, because I had lusted after his beefy body and blonde, blue-eyed good looks for my whole high school career. And I knew Bryan was more into Steve the bulkier dude. Both of them, in a normal scenario, would probably have nothing to do with us and might even want to beat us up for being more of the “art fag” type students instead of jocks like them. Mr. Blake looked really excited to see what was going to happen, and I could tell his crotch was bulging more than just his usual nice package. I made a move to unbutton and unzip Todd’s pants, and he put his hands on my shoulders and said, “Dude, go for it, I really need to get off today.” That emboldened Steve to unbutton and unzip his own pants and push them down, and kind of roughly pull Bryan’s face toward his bulging tight white briefs. He laughed and said, “Dude, you know you wanna choke on my big dick, right? I’ve seen you in the halls looking at me and Mr. Blake said you gotta service me now.”
Mr. Blake said, “Go ahead guys, get to it,” and he unzipped his own khaki pants and then took off his tight polo shirt to reveal a really hairy, beer-bellied dad-bod: a light layer of huskiness over a muscular build. I couldn’t believe it: I got to see this sexy teacher stripped down and hauling his massive cock out of his underwear, while I was on my knees looking up at this Scandinavian football jock. I had my hands on his now-bulging boxer briefs, and was rubbing his tool getting it all the way hard. I looked over and smiled at my friend Bryan, who was literally drooling as aggressive Steve pulled Bryan’s face towards his bulge and said, “Get on my dick, fag.” Mr. Blake said, “None of that talk. You’re all equals. These boys are just here to suck your cocks and get you and me off, but you’re also going to make sure they enjoy themselves.” Little did he know that both Bryan and I had a kind of developing sense of loving to be dominated by older men and were enjoying the submissive position of being on our knees with three beefy guys.
Mr. Blake stroked his giant, thick dick watching me start to lick and suck Todd’s nice, 7 inch cut cock. It tasted amazing to me, and he groaned and moaned unselfconsciously as he enjoyed the feeling of my wet hot tongue and mouth on his dick. Meanwhile Steve was continuing to be more rough with Bryan, saying, “OK, I can’t call you a fag but I can still treat you like one, you little cock slut. I want you to choke on this, I know you want to,” while putting the massive head of his 9 inch long, thick schlong to Bryan’s full lips. I looked out the corner of my eye as Steve plowed as much of his shaft into Bryan’s mouth as he could take.
Todd grabbed the sides of my face and instinctively started to face-fuck me, loving the feeling of my not-very-experienced but very eager mouth. Mr. Blake moved over slightly towards us and began to rub his big dick around my cheek and neck, kind of humping me from the side while cheering Todd on in his face-fucking. “Yeah, doesn’t that feel great, dude? Is he a good cocksucker? You gonna let me try out that hot mouth?”
Todd pulled out of my tight mouth with a “pop” and said, “Yeah, Mr. Blake, this is amazing. I’ve only gotten my girlfriend to suck me a couple times so far and she sucks at it compared to Jay. Damn, it feels good. I wanna watch you now.” Mr. Blake wasted no time in putting the beautiful, wide head of his gigantic dick onto my outstretched tongue, and sliding his super-hard shaft all the way into my willing mouth. I was even more voracious in my sucking, loving the feeling of being completely filled almost to the point of gagging and choking. I was so full of saliva Mr. Blake’s dick was dripping wet when he’d pull all the way out before sliding back into my mouth.
I was very occupied with my own cocksucking but I was also turned on listening to the masculine aggression coming from the football player, Steve, who was giving Bryan’s mouth a real workout. I heard him growling, “You little cock whore, now I know exactly what I’m going to be doing under the bleachers after practice… when I can’t get Denise or Kelly or Barb to fuck or suck me, you’re going to be taking this big dick.” Bryan was in heaven, feeling dominated and you could tell he was proud that his cock sucking must have been giving Steve a lot of unexpected pleasure.
Mr. Blake took his cock out of my mouth and moved over to nudge Steve out of the way and shoved it into Bryan’s mouth. He said, “I gotta try both of our cock suckers, dude, and see who’s doing a better job.” Bryan said, “Dude, he’s amazing, I didn’t know I’d like it so much.” He gave Todd a high five and said, “I think we should get some of the other guys on the team to use these mouths, too, don’t you?” Todd said, “Yeah, dude. I know some of them are so horned up all the time they can barely focus on playing.” Mr. Blake laughed and said, “That’s part of my goal here, boys, glad you came to that conclusion on your own. I don’t want my players fucking around with their girlfriends so much, I don’t want any scandalous pregnancies in this little school. I’d rather have you guys feeding your sperm to these willing cocksuckers, let them take your heavy loads instead.
I was really proud when Mr. Blake returned to move Todd over a bit and he said, “Let’s get him to suck both of us, kid, he’s even better than Bryan.” Bryan said, “Aww, that’s not fair, man,” but Mr. Blake said, “You’re going to get even better with practice, don’t worry, but I can tell that Jay is just even hungrier to serve and please us men.” I was totally in heaven licking and sucking Mr. Blake and then Todd, back and forth, and happy with how they had put their cocks side by side for me to try to suck them both practically at the same time. But Mr. Blake was so thick there was no way to take them both at the same time.
Mr. Blake pushed us over the edge by saying, “OK boys, time to get off soon because class is almost over and we don’t Mr. Bronner coming in for his next class and finding us in here. Steve and Todd, you guys, I want you to think about something: one of these days soon, the three of us are going to anally train these two cocksuckers, too. We’re gonna open up their tight little holes and I’m going to show you how to fuck these guys good. You’re gonna find out that it feels just as good as sliding your dick in and out of those tight pussies you’ve started getting recently, OK? And then it’s up to you to decide if you want to share these holes with the football team. I hope you will – I know Mr. Roberts and I would love to watch these guys getting plowed by a whole big train of you beefy players.” He was referring to his assistant coach Mr. Roberts, another teacher I lusted after constantly.
Even though he was in his mid to late 50s, Assistant Coach Roberts looked like a young Robert Redford, and he always had an impressively prominent bulge in his pants. He almost always wore flattering corduroy pants and a dress shirt and tie, had reddish blonde hair, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, and very full lips.
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So this is a good time to tell you more about this one last teacher/coach who played a prominent role in my sexual development in my later years of high school. Mr. Roberts taught history, religion, and health classes in addition to helping coach some of the sports teams. He made health class surprisingly fun by being a little bit rambunctious or letting the kids be a little bit rambunctious with topics that could have made us embarrassed. I think he realized it was better to teach us more than was in the official curriculum, so that we’d know to make healthy decisions about things.
Somewhat surprisingly, that included a kind of open and frank attitude towards teaching us about reproductive health and sexuality in general.
Everyone knew that Mr. Roberts had a really openly romantic attitude and love for his beautiful wife; she would sometimes help him chaperone school dances and you would see them holding hands or slow dancing together. I had seen them sneaking in a few long kisses on the side of the dance floor, and I even saw them once both get so lost in a romantic dance, that they sort of forgot they were chaperoning a dance. I saw Mr. Roberts’s packaging bulging even more cartoonishly large, and was kind of shocked when Mrs. Roberts reached her hand down and playfully, slowly, seductively adjusted his stiffy for him. I mentally willed her to keep going and stroke him through his pants right there in the darkened gym. But she came to her senses and they kissed and then went to separate parts of the gym to check to make sure that students weren’t up to the same sorts of things they had just been doing!
Anyway, the best thing that happened with Mr. Roberts was when he held a sort of contest in the sex ed part of health class. He was trying so hard to get the less dedicated students to study hard for quizzes and tests and to understand things about topics some of them were squeamish about (like periods, contraception, etc.) because they grew up in very conservative religious households. I was an excellent student and also my parents were much more like Mr. Roberts in terms of arming me and my siblings with a lot of knowledge about physical development and sex education. Not that they wanted us to have sex before marriage, and not that they would ever have thought that one of their sons was interested in both boys and girls (but mostly boys).
So Mr. Roberts made it a contest that whoever scored the highest cumulative score on a series of 5 quizzes, would get to go to his house for dinner with him and his wife. All of the students liked both of them a lot, so the motivation was high. But due to already knowing a lot of the information from home and being a “teachers pet” kind of high-performing student, I easily aced all of the quizzes. Mr. Roberts proudly presented me with a “certificate” when he announced the final score, and the other students were kind of pissed that I had won the prize.
Mr. Roberts arranged for me to go to their house the following Friday evening after school. He called my parents to ensure it was OK that I would be out quite late at their home.
I was nervous; I had not been to a teacher’s house on my own before, and I didn’t know quite what to expect. But Mr. Roberts reassured me that I would have a good time and said, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Roberts and I have some great treats in store for you. Meet me in the faculty parking area after school and I’ll drive you home in my MG.” That was a fun extra treat – I love cars and Mr. Roberts drove a cool vintage British convertible during the warmer months.
We drove to their house on the opposite side of town from where I lived. Mr. Roberts put his hand on my knee a few times during the drive and said, “I’m really proud of you, young man, for doing so well on those quizzes. I was hoping that you would win the competition, because Mrs. Roberts and I have been wanting to spend some personal time with you.” I didn’t know what to say, so I just said, “Really? Why is that, sir?” He rubbed my knee paternalistically and said, “Well, now that we’re off school property I can tell you it’s because part of this competition reward is to put some practical sex education in place alongside all the theory that you have studied so well. I can tell that you’re an inexperienced young man, I have always seen you come to school dances and stuff in a group with your girl and guy friends but you never seem to get physical with the girls. And I’ve heard some rumors around school that you have been experimenting with some guy stuff.” I was shocked that he would say that, I was embarrassed and unsure if he was judging me. He said, “I’m not criticizing you or making fun of you – I feel like most guys experiment like that when they turn 18, and obviously I know Mr. Blake very well….”
Oh, so maybe Mr. Blake had told his assistant football coach about his storage-room shenanigans with the older guys? Or even told him that he encouraged some of their players to “use” the cocksuckers like me and Bryan to keep them from sleeping with their girlfriends? I tentatively asked, “Um, sir, have you been talking to Mr. Blake?”
Mr. Roberts smiled a big toothy grin and said, “Possibly. Let’s just say he occasionally tells me about some of the storage room activity and alerts me when there’s some promising young men to help our team out.” Then he continued, “But, it’s more of my interest as the health teacher, to try to introduce you in a responsible yet exciting way, to the joys of hetero sex.”
We pulled into the driveway of a surprisingly large, beautiful home overlooking the lake in a nice neighborhood. Much nicer than where I lived. Mr. Roberts parked the car in the garage and led me through a gate into a large back yard where an in-ground pool, surrounded by a beautiful patio, overlooked the lake. The sun would be up for a couple more hours (it was still relatively warm for late September) and Mrs. Roberts was relaxing on a deck chair with a drink. I could see that she had already made appetizers and dinner and that everything was ready for our arrival. Mr. Roberts formally introduced us, even though I had talked with her briefly a few times at school dances, and said, “Sweetheart, Jay is the much-deserving winner of health class competition, and I’m so excited that he’s here with us tonight, aren’t you?”
Mrs. Roberts, who was maybe about 40 years old to Mr. Roberts’ late 50s, smiled warmly at me and said, “Absolutely, honey, and welcome to our home, Jay. We want you to feel *very* comfortable here and know that your parents gave permission for you to feel welcome to stay as late as you’d like. I think you’re going to enjoy our hospitality.”
She was a beautiful brunette, slender but not skinny, with natural medium-sized breasts, bright green eyes. She was wearing dark red lipstick, large earrings, dark red nail polish, and although she was dressed in a sort of flowy dress (which turned out to be a swimsuit coverup) she was wearing 4-inch dark red heels that helped make her legs look even more toned. It was no wonder that so many of the guys in my school lusted after her. The Roberts made a very beautiful couple. I was excited to be in their home.
Mr. Roberts said, “Well, I know that you’re here for your reward dinner, young man, but since it’s such a beautiful warm evening out, how about we have a drink and a few appetizers and take a swim before dinner?” I was on the swim team and loved swimming; their pool looked very inviting, but obviously I had not planned ahead and brought a swim suit. I stammered, “That sounds wonderful, sir, but I didn’t know you’d have a pool and I didn’t bring anything to swim in.” He replied, “It’s no problem, you can borrow some of my trunks, I have some old ones that would fit you.”
Mrs. Roberts poured us some drinks and we had a little bit of food, then she said, “Go on inside with Richard, Jay, and he’ll find those swim trunks for you. I’ll be waiting for you boys in the pool.”
Mr. Roberts led me into the large, nicely decorated house through a patio door, and brought me upstairs to their huge master bedroom. He smiled mischievously at me and said, “So, Jay, what do you think of the Mrs.? She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” I said, “Yes sir, she definitely is, you’re lucky.” And he said, “I know it, I sometimes think that gorgeous younger woman is with me mostly because she can’t get enough of my girthy cock.” I nearly choked when he said that and said, “What?” He laughed and said, “We’re just guys here, and we’re not in school, so I’m not going to use proper terminology like I would in class. But you better believe you’re here partly for some real sex education. If you’re up for it, Mrs. Roberts and I want to teach you how to pleasure her, orally and even fucking her. It’s one of the highlights of every semester, getting to break in a new inexperienced young man.”
I was stunned and turned on, and my cock was standing at attention inside my pants. Mr. Roberts noticed and took the opportunity to say, “Step out of those pants now, boy, and let me get this suit for you before she wonders what we’re doing up here. She’ll think I’m hogging you for myself,” and he winked at me, with a look that made me wonder if he would actually be participating in the activities he had just alluded to. He handed me a size 32 pair of square cut, Australian lifeguard style swim trunks from his younger days, and commanded me, “Drop those pants and get these on.”
Meanwhile, he casually removed his shirt, undershirt, and corduroys, and my eyes zoomed in on his well-filled light blue briefs. I could see the prominent outline of his long, thick shaft and two large balls. His legs and muscular pecs and biceps and forearms were covered in golden hair. I was sort of staring, and he said, “3, 2, 1,” so we both dropped our underwear at the same time, cocks springing to attention. He laughed and said, “Ah, to be young and hard all the time,” as we both put our swimsuits on.
He led me back down to the pool deck and Mrs. Roberts was sitting poolside with her legs fluttering in the warm turquoise water. She whistled cutely and said “Oooh, I’m such a lucky lady to have two studs in the house tonight.” She was obviously serious, and I said, “Thank you, ma’am.” She said, “Ugh, please don’t call me ma’am. You can call me Mrs. Roberts, or better yet, as long as we’re home, Denise. And call Mr. Roberts Richard while you’re here.” But then he interjected, “Actually, dear, I like it when this boy calls me sir, he says it so reverently and it makes me feel good.” Denise said, “Suit yourself, just get over here.”
We all jumped into the pool at the same time. The water felt amazingly refreshing after a long school day, with a gorgeous view over the neighboring lake, their lovely house, and these highly attractive adults who were treating me so welcomingly. Mr. Roberts started roughhousing a bit, splashing us playfully and challenging me, unwisely, to a race across 6 laps of the pool. I think he forgot that I was a champion breaststroke swimmer, and I easily beat him. I was waiting for him next to Denise when he finally finished, and he was breathing a little hard when he said, “OK, another reward. For beating me, you get to kiss my wife.” I was nervous. I had honestly never kissed a girl before; I had been kissed by a few aggressive girls when I was much younger but I really didn’t know what I was doing. Sensing my hesitation, Mr. Roberts nudged me with his wide hairy knee toward his wife, and she put her arms around my shoulders and just started tenderly and passionately French kissing me. It felt amazing to have her soft lips and darting tongue dazzling my mouth, while Mr. Roberts held onto my waist from behind and brought his strong body closer and closer to me until he was sort of bear-hugging me. I could feel his prominent bulge rubbing against my ass as he was very clearly turned on by seeing a young student Frenching his gorgeous bride.
Denise reached underwater and felt my own bulge, it felt great to have her test the length and girth of my package through her husband’s borrowed trunks. She continued to kiss me and said, “Very nice, young man, very nice.” Then I felt Mr. Roberts grasp my right hand and guide it towards his wife’s bikini bottoms. He guided my fingers toward the thin fabric triangle, and sexily growled into my ear, “Go ahead and finger her, boy. I want to watch you and teach you.” He pushed my hand against her bikini and guided my movements to start rubbing gently and then more rhythmically against her pussy. I could almost feel the heat of it from in the water, and she moaned into my mouth. He guided me to unlace the sides of her bikini bottom and shortly afterward, it floated up to the surface of the pool while Mr. Roberts continued to bear-hug me from the rear and put my fingers into his wife’s hot, tight, wet pussy. She gasped, clearly extremely turned on by having her husband teach a young high school man how to feel up a woman for the first time.
Instinctively I knew to be gentle yet confident in the rhythm of my fingering, but he said, “You can’t just concentrate on shoving your fingers in and out of her pussy… She also likes you to tease her lips, trace your fingers around them… And even more important, feel this nub here? That’s her clitoris, or clit. It’s the most important thing for you to learn tonight… you have to know where it is, how to stimulate it, suck it, lick it, handle it or she probably won’t be able to come. It would be like a woman playing with everything except your dick.”
I felt it and fingered it between one fingertip and my thumb while continuing to shove two other fingers into her. She said, “you’re doing great, Jay, you’re a natural, just keep doing what Mr. Roberts and I teach you.” She was gently stroking my dick through my swimsuit while I also enjoyed the comforting security of muscular, hairy Assistant Coach Roberts bear-hugging me from behind. Denise kissed him deeply over my shoulder, which was hot to watch, and then Mr. Roberts surprised me by playfully licking my ear and sticking his tongue in… He maneuvered me to the side so that the three of us were facing each other in a triangle, and together they began to kiss each other, then kiss me. My first threeway kiss and I was in heaven, barely able to contain my pleasure at being able to not just kiss and finger Denise but now sexy Mr. Roberts was also darting his bigger, stronger tongue in and out of my mouth and passionately Frenching me.
Then he told his wife to climb up onto the edge of the pool and take off her bikini top. He playfully grabbed at my crotch and said, “Time for you to learn to tongue-lash my wife’s gash.” I was suddenly very nervous at my inexperience and ineptitude, but I should have known I was in good hands. He said, “You’re not going in blind. I’m going to show you first.”
Denise hopped up to the edge of the pool, her beautiful naked body dripping water and shining in the last rays of the sunset. She looked gorgeous, even more so when she threw her head back in pleasure when Mr. Roberts maneuvered his sexy face in between her legs and started licking her wet pussy. He alternated between long, wide-tongued strokes up the entire length of her lips, and latching onto her clit with his nose sort of smashed against her pubic bone. I could tell he was quickly licking and even sucking on her clit, and he turned to me and said, “Watch me closely, son, because it’s your turn in a second.” Denise was moaning quite loudly by this point and for the first time I realized that it might be possible for the neighbors on either side of the house to see or hear us, despite the fairly high fencing around the pool patio. I glanced nervously toward the house closest to where we were, and Mr. Roberts kind of chuckled at me. He said, “Don’t worry about it, boy. Ken and Sue next door absolutely love the shows we put on back here, I can pretty much guarantee that they’re watching through their bedroom window right now and that Ken is fingering Sue. That’s part of the fun – it’s called exhibitionism and voyeurism. Just let it turn you on even more.”
I didn’t mind the idea of an audience for my first, tentative heterosexual experience, it actually did turn me on. Anyway, I didn’t have time to think about it – Mrs. Roberts was pushing Coach Roberts’ head back and telling him to give me a turn.
She was eager to see if I had learned enough by watching and listening, to please her orally. I was eager to give it a try too and felt Mr. Roberts guide my face to his wife’s slick pussy. He gently grabbed my hair and guided my face toward her and verbally instructed me on what to do with my tongue and lips, as I experienced for the first time the slightly metallic, slightly salty flavor of her vagina. It was hot to know that her husband had just been licking and sucking her, darting his thick tongue into her hot pussy, and that he had his sweet lips to my ear growling encouragement in his deep, sexy voice. “Yeah, son, lick mama’s sweet snatch, you’re doing a great job, listen to her panting and groaning ‘cause they give you all the clues you need that you’re hitting the right spots.”
I wasn’t sure how I felt about him calling me “son” and her “mama” – it almost made me laugh but it also kinda gave me a little extra thrill, like figuring out an extra twist to the motivation Mr. an Mrs. Roberts had for teaching “star pupils” how to have sex. I suddenly remembered that they had two beefy and handsome sons her were away at college, and who had played football for our high school. While I was eagerly tonguing Denise’s twat it gave me a twisted thrill to suddenly think, “Hmmmm, I wonder if Mr. and Mrs. Roberts taught their own sons like this?”
That line of thought was interrupted by the fact that I once again noticed Mr. Roberts’ obviously gargantuan cock throbbing against my butt. He had been casually stroking the sides of my hips, my ass and now he was reaching around to feel how completely hard my dick was inside the swimsuit I had borrowed from him. Without asking for permission he put both hands into the waistband and pulled the suit down and said, “Son, it’s time to try some fucking.” He gave my 7” cock a nice firm squeeze, felt its length and girth and said, “Oh yeah, she’ll like the feel of this very different shaft in her pussy. She loves my straight, thick monster cock of course, but she likes variety too. And I like watching. But first I’m going to demonstrate a bit.”
He led me out of the pool, and it was fun to see his wet muscular stocky physique covered in blonde fur, his swimsuit protruding ridiculously with an obviously massive cock filling the pouch. We went over to a really comfortable-looking cushioned double-wide lounge chair and Denise joined us there. Mr. Roberts said, “Boy, take my shorts off for me.” So I cheekily put my hand right on the middle of his big bulge, felt his rock-hard cock, gave it a few good squeezes, and then pulled his wet swimsuit down. I literally gasped as his beautiful cock sprang into full view and rose to attention. It must have been about 9.5 inches long and almost as thick as a Coke can. No wonder his corduroys were always bulging in class, haha.
Mr. Roberts positioned his wife on her back and knelt on the cushion, guiding her long legs to rest on his broad shoulders. He licked his hand and palmed and fingered her slit just to make sure she was completely lubricated enough, and then he slowly and steadily entered her. She moaned with pleasure as his thickness stretched her pussy lips wide. I was surprised that even after all these years of marriage and fucking, she was still tight enough to obviously feel great pleasure at being opened up by the massive thickness of her husband’s tool.
Mr. Roberts was pistoning in and out of Denise and he looked over at me with a sexy, sly grin, saying, “Watch me closely, son, see how I maintain my rhythm and then change it up every once in a while to deep-dick her more, or speed up my tempo. Watch how I’m still stimulating her clit with my fingers when I can tell that I’m not grinding against her enough to do the trick. Very few women can come just from being penetrated, in my experience, and you should also know that some like to stimulate themselves while you’re fucking them.
It was so fun to watch, I was jacking my precum-soaked dick and Mrs. Roberts asked me to come over and feed it to her. I stood on the other end of the lounger so that she could take my cock into her warm, wet mouth. Not only was she licking and sucking it well on her own, but the powerful thrusts from Mr. Roberts were rhythmically pushing her face into my crotch and making her deep-throat me repeatedly.
My teacher was smiling at me genuinely as he saw the pleasure on my face, watched his beautiful wife’s mouth fill over and over again with teen cock, and felt his own pleasure at having his huge cock plowing in and out of her tight pussy. He reached out to high five me with both hands and then held onto them with a strong grip so that we both had even more leverage to fuck Denise’s holes.
I was lusting after the hot look of Mr. Roberts’ biceps and triceps and pecs bulging as he held my hands and pounded his wife vigorously. He saw the look of lust on my face and said, “Boy, you want to get down here and taste us both together?”
I was confused about how that could work, but he guided me to walk around the lounger and get beside them. He asked Denise to flip over and kneel on all fours and he made a show of lustily licking her entire wet, natural-lube-leaking twat with his strong, wide tongue. He motioned for me to do the same and I tasted her, and could feel the heat of his giant cock glistening with pussy juices about 2 inches from my face. He maneuvered so that the big head of his dick was about to just barely enter her, and he sexily commanded me, “Lick both of us. This is called fucklicking. Just let your lips and tongue roam wherever you can reach while I keep plowing and pleasuring my wife, and don’t worry about whether you’re licking her pussy or tasting my cock or balls or anywhere else.” I kind of intuitively knew that he meant that if I positioned myself behind them at some point, for example, that he was saying I should go ahead and taste his ass. A few of my friends had teasingly talked with each other about rimming, so I knew what it was, and I wanted to try doing it and having it done to me, even though to high school boys it also seemed like a hilariously gross idea.
So shoving my head in wherever I could fit it as they got back to business, I was able to get some good licks and sucks of Mr. Robert’s cockhead and shaft as well as some of Mrs. Robert’s sweet juicy pussy and swipe at her clit with my increasingly confident talented tongue. Mr. Roberts then kind of pushed me sideways and said to get behind them, so I could tell he wanted me to not only get a hot view of his muscular ass-cheeks spread wide and his wide, girthy shaft ripping Denise’s hole open, but also to taunt me into trying to taste his asshole.
I was so turned on watching a bit of frothy fuck-lube forming on his shaft as it rammed in and out of Denise, I first had to try to shove my face down in there and see if I could lick some off. It was awkward but fun. Then, I licked my way up Coach’s sweaty ass-crack and could feel him tense his powerful glutes with anticipatory pleasure as my tongue got close to his sensitive butthole. I loved the fact that there was a light coat of blonde fur in his beautifully clean crack, which was spread wide in his fucking position and I had a great view of his pristine hole. I was eager to see what my first rimjob would taste like and feel like, but still a little creeped out by the idea. After all, it was the topic of so many juvenile jokes, such a taboo to think about eating a man’s ass.
Whatever, I had gone too far – I dove right in and started licking around the sweaty, surprisingly delicious hole and then lapping at it like it was an ice cream cone… soon I was firming up my tongue so that I could actually get some of the tip into Coach’s tight asshole. He groaned an incredibly sexy deep growl as his butt was stimulated at the same time as his big cock was being milked by his wife’s strong pussy. He looked back toward me and said, “Don’t stop that, son, you’re making your daddy feel incredible, I’m so proud of you for learning everything so well tonight. Your eagerness and adventurousness tells me a lot about your openness to pleasure and I’m glad you seem to have no shame….”
I wondered where he was going with that.
I soon found out.
Assistant Coach Roberts surprised me by suddenly shifting gears. He got his wife to move up and off the lounger, and he stood up and kind of roughly grabbed my upper arms and suddenly I was flipped over on my back on the lounge cushions. Denise was looking down at me with a sexy sparkle in her eye and said, “I’m going to get you a glass of water, you’re going to need it for this next part.” She grabbed some water from a nearby table and had me drink some of it while Mr. Roberts said, “Before I let you try fucking my wife, you need to feel what a big cock feels inside you. It will help you understand what it’s like for the person you’re dicking… it will make you understand when you need to be gentle and when you need to go ahead and powerfully pound away. It will help you understand that it can feel kind of painful at first and then like the best possible pleasure to have someone deep inside you, filling you up and giving you what is often the best kind of orgasm a man can have, because your prostate is being stimulated.”
I loved that everything was still such a teaching moment for Mr. Roberts, and that I was getting such a broad range of education all at once. I thought I had been there for an almost-tame, strictly heterosexual sex education experience as my reward for placing first in the quiz competition. But now I was about to be fucked by one of the most beloved hot older studs in my school, while his sexy wife watched with approval and lust. And I was surprised, too, that I was so eager to learn through experience what he was telling me, so that I could then be a better fucker when it was time to try it with Denise.
I looked up at the incredibly sexy young Robert Redford-esque man kneeling at the foot of the lounger, and realized he had put me into the same position as he’d first put his wife in. He put my legs up against his furry stomach and broad chest and my feet were positioned at his shoulders. He asked Denise to hand him a bottle of lube and he spent quite a while spreading the slick stuff all over my asshole, and then easing in one fat finger… two fat fingers…. Three fat fingers. Apparently my tight little virgin hole was eager to be violated, because I didn’t seem to have much problem accommodating the coach’s strong, girthy fingers. He was looking kind of lovingly into my eyes with his piercingly beautiful eyes and smiling with his lusciously full lips, telling me, “Good boy, you’re such a good boy, you’re taking daddy’s fingers so easily I think you’re ready to try the real deal…”
Mrs. Roberts leaned down to kiss me passionately as a distraction while Mr. Roberts put his thick, wide cock head at my twitching entrance… I was nervous that he would rip my asshole wide open with that fat dick. But I was also incredibly eager to feel it inside me. He told me to breathe calmly and to lightly push out as his very well-lubed schlong slowly eased its way into my tight ass. It felt extremely strangely new – to have a giant cock penetrating me and stretching my hole open slowly but surely, but whatever pain there was at the beginning, quite quickly turned into a pleasurable feeling of being filled up and dominated. I was at his mercy to take it slowly and gently, and he could feel that I was accommodating him surprisingly well for a newbie. He calmly said, “Shhh, shhh, you’re good, I’m not going to hurt you, daddy’s got you, coach has got you young man. I’m not going to hurt you, I’m just going to fuck the shit out of your hot little hole!!”
And with that, he smirked with an almost wicked grin and actually pushed his entire massive length all the way into my tight ass and began to pull his shaft back out. I could feel my asslips clinging to his extremely wide shaft as he drew back, and then pushed forward again and gave me that full feeling again. I could feel a strange sensation that he was hitting something inside me and I was kind of formulating a question in my head, which he just saw on my face. He said, “That’s your prostate, kid, and my dick is bumping against it and past it, massaging it. It’s a male “G-spot” that helps make getting fucked feel incredible. You’re doing great, boy.”
Mrs. Roberts smiled at me sexily, she was really into watching her husband fuck an 18 year old student and I am sure I was far from the first one to go through this ritual.
As she leaned down to give me some deep passionate kisses, I couldn’t help wondering which of my classmates or rather, guys from previous years, had experienced a lot of the same treatment I was getting that night on their pool deck. It seemed hard to imagine the straight-laced, repressed little parochial school I went to, filled with pretty homophobic jocks and small-town kids, having such a surprisingly open Assistant Coach and wife, guiding boys into a very open-minded view of sexual activity. Suddenly I remembered that last semester’s winner was Martin, a blond, blue-eyed soccer stud that I really lusted after when I would see him in the locker room, even though he was kind of an outspoken homophobic dude towards me and a few other boys. I got a thrill out of imaging Mr. Roberts putting him through some of the same-sex experiences he had to go through to get to be with Mrs. Roberts. While I enjoyed the feeling of bottoming for the coach I fantasized about Martin on his back getting plowed by this giant dick.
Mrs. Roberts had positioned herself over my face so that I could eat her pussy while getting fucked by her husband. She was grinding on my face and almost smothering me, riding my nose and mouth, and getting a bit louder in her vocalizing, “Husband, I want this young stud to fuck me now. I think you’ve given him enough cock for the moment, and it’s time for him to feel what’s it’s like to slide that nice big thing into me.” I blushed at her compliment to my endowment, since obviously her husband must be one of the best she’d ever had.
Coach reluctantly pulled out of my ass with a plop, which left me feeling really empty and bummed out that he hadn’t cum inside me or plowed me to orgasm. Once again, he kind of read the thoughts on my face and said, “Don’t worry, young man, I’m gonna fuck the hell out of you some more in a bit, and you WILL have my daddy juice running out of your asshole when we send you home to your own daddy.” It was hot to hear him talking so inappropriately to a student.
I glanced at the window of the house next door and sure enough, the neighbors were still there, watching the proceedings. Now I felt more confident that I was doing well in my sexual education, and I felt really good about being watched.
Mr. Roberts put Mrs. Roberts on her hands and knees on the lounger again, facing sideways and he had me stand in position where my cock lined up perfectly with her perky, tan ass. Her juicy, lightly trimmed pussy was practically pulsating with an invitation to fuck. He guided me over to her and actually stroked me several times to maximum hardness, and even bent over to quickly give my cock a couple of very spit-soaked sucks to lube my dick up.
Then he said, “Go ahead and start fucking my wife, dude, she is sooo ready for young cock now, she wants that young swimmer’s body doing your most energetic possible fucking. The time for being gentle and sensual is over, now she really needs to just be power-fucked and I want to see you do it, boy.”
No pressure! But I was also blissfully filled with erotic energy from this entire evening, and her pussy felt amazing as my dick slipped inside. It was undoubtedly far less tight-feeling for me than it was for Mr. Roberts, but still, it felt hot and tight and made to be fucked. Instinct took over and Coach kept one big powerful hand on my little ass, pushing me as I started to just plow powerfully fast and deep into Mrs. Roberts’ willing hole. She was shoving her face into a big pillow to stifle the orgasmic screams and moans she felt as I lustfully drove my cock balls-deep into her and out of her as fast and strongly as I could. Coach smacked my ass several times in a way that shocked and turned me on, and he got this aggressive raunchy tone saying, “Fuck my wife, boy. Fuck the shit out of her! She’s a naughty slut and she takes on the entire football team sometimes in front of me, even when I tell her that it’s date night and it should just be us here. I come home and there’s a train of big beefy players feeding her their teenage cocks in all her holes, even her ass hole. She needs you and me to both put her in line right now and fuck her so good that she won’t need the entire team to do her like they did 2 days ago!”
Wow I was apparently tapping into some unexpected issues with their sex lives, apparently, but you could kind of tell that Mr. Roberts was simultaneously upset about his wife’s insatiable sluttiness with his players, but also turned on by it.
I was so turned on by fucking, it was hard to talk, but I decided to probe a bit further and say, “I think you kinda like watching your wife get gang-banged by the football team, Coach, don’t you?” and when he was speechless but didn’t deny it, I said, “Is Coach Blake ever involved in this?” I heard Mrs. Roberts laugh sort of haughtily and Mr. Roberts looked a little ashamed. He said, “Well, two days ago he was. I didn’t expect it, but when I came home and was surprised to see my wife taking on what appeared to be the entire team, I was turned on for sure but also a bit freaked out. Maybe it was getting out of control. And then out of nowhere, here comes my buddy and boss, Coach Blake, sauntering out of that little pool shed over there, wearing nothing. He’s built like a solid brick house as you know, hairy as fuck, and I didn’t know that his cock was almost as big and thick as mine!”
I inquired, “And, what happened that has you blushing now and looking kind of shamed, sir?” He said, “Well, I’ve watched Coach Blake do stuff with guys AND girls before, but I never expected what happened next.”
“What was that,” I wondered.
He said, “He grabbed me by the arm and brought me over to wear Denise was getting rammed by 3 players at once: one in each hole, and he pushed me down, saying, “Look at your slut and how much more cock she needs, she’s loving being filled by these boys. I got her to admit to me recently that you and she used to let your sons fuck her and you fucked them. I think that’s pretty twisted, dude. It makes me kind of sick, and it makes me kinda hard. I can’t tell which. All I know is, I’m going to turn you into a slut too.”
I was overloaded with stimulation because I’m hearing this ridiculously obscene story while Mr. Robert’s big hard dick and handsome body is pressed up against me, and I’m power-fucking his wife, my very first experience with fucking a woman. I’m sure it was part of the plan to make sure I would stay super-hard and perform well – Coach Roberts clearly had my number in terms of bisexual desires.
He said, “Keep fucking Denise, she’s loving it,” and then continued, “So, he pushed me down next to her on the pool deck over there, and he literally just shoved 2 fingers up my ass after he had ripped off my underwear, of course. He told Ty, you know, that hot quarterback? He told Ty to kiss me while he was filling my wife’s mouth with his beautiful black cock. And then Coach suddenly replaced his fat fingers with his ridiculously hard cock and just rammed it all the way into my ass, all the way til his balls slapped against my fuzzy butt.” I loved hearing this raunchy tale of Coach dominating Assistant Coach, and how clearly Mr. Roberts felt conflicted about being topped while surrounded by his players who were taking turns fucking his wife’s mouth, pussy, and ass.
“So Coach basically held me down and fucked the shit out of my poor little inexperienced ass while making me make out with this kid Ty, and I watched like 8 different players take turns with Denise. I mean, I love to see her pleasured by different men, obviously, I had just never seen so many at once and it kind of shamed me into thinking, “Man, I’m married to an insatiable slut!” Denise laughed and lightened the mood. She said, “Shut up already, Richard. You are so lucky to have a horny young-looking wife who has such a high sex drive. Most men couldn’t handle it, and you’re lucky that I go along with your quirks and kinks, your need to watch me with your prize students to help each them like I’m helping you teach Jay. And since you’ve opened my eyes up to the pleasures of some of these kinks, just like you did when you had us teach our own sons sex ed very hands-on, it made me want even more. So that’s why I took on a lot of the football team and told Coach that he should fuck you into being a little slut, too!” She laughed sweetly and I could then tell that basically this was not a real argument or disagreement… this was their banter and all part of my educational experience that sometimes sex is sweet and sensual and romantic, and sometimes it’s kinky and complicated.
Mr. Roberts chilled out and pushed my attention back onto pleasing his wife. He could tell she was getting close to having some more orgasms so he coached me into the moves that did the best for her, and soon enough she was literally writhing and bucking underneath me, basically doing all the work of fucking herself onto my rock-hard dick, and I could feel her gushing some liquid around my shaft. He said, “She’s a squirter, not many women are. Nobody really knows if it’s some sort of female cum or just piss, but either way, you’re doing great!”
I was proud of myself, being previously inexperienced, now able to fuck this woman so well that she came multiple times and even squirted all over the place! It was hot, and I don’t think I could have done it without Assistant Coach Roberts cheering me on and guiding me.
We ended up with one last hot scene. While I was still fucking Denise, Richard used some of her juices as lube in addition to other lube, opened my ass up, and positioned himself so that he could slide that fat cock up my tight hot hole at the same time. He literally fucked me aggressively and hard slamming into his wife’s well-used pussy, controlling the overall rhythm and intense pace. We were all moaning, groaning, and she was even almost screaming with satisfied intensity. I felt a bit sorry for any neighbors that might not like all this whorish activity next door – but maybe they were all watching and listening and turned on!
It did not take me long to get fucked into the most intense orgasm of my life thus far – I could not help spraying my huge load into Mrs. Richards and I was instantly scared about possible pregnancy. Mr. Roberts said, “Dude don’t worry about it, she and I both got permanently fixed up after our last boy was born. There’s no chance your cream will get her pregnant. But I’m still gonna help you lick it out of her. He pulled out of my ass and we knelt between Denise’s legs, and intertwined our tongues while we hungrily lapped at her used pussy, licking out my leaking cream. He kissed me and forced me to swallow some of my own load, and he greedily swallowed some of it too.
Then finally Mr. Roberts stood over me and his wife, and jacked his giant cock furiously until he sprayed literally the biggest load I’d ever seen, in about 8 or 9 volleys, all over my face and chest and her legs. It felt amazing and set off a lifelong love of being showered in cum by an older stud towering over me. This time he commanded Mrs. Roberts to help him lick his own load off me and he licked some off of her body. Then he and she kissed me and shared some of the cum with me in a last threeway make out session.
We were exhausted and starving. My amazing hosts speedily showed me where they had an outdoor shower tucked behind their pool house, within easy view of their lusty neighbors, and then Mrs. Roberts told us that dinner would be ready in 10 minutes. We had a great time laughing and talking over some great food. I felt great, a bit more grown up than when I had arrived, and hopeful that they might invite me over again in the future for some additional fun with them or when the football team came back for an orgy. I asked, tentatively, about that, “Did I do OK? Would you guys be willing to school me some more and include me in more adventures?”
They assured me that they definitely would invite me again. And Assistant Coach Roberts reassured me, as he drove me home, that he was thoroughly happy with my performance and eagerness during our erotic adventures that night.