Teachers and Coaches

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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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The following is a prequel to my “Teachers and Coaches, Chapter 1”

In “Teachers and Coaches” I wrote about some of my high school experiences with older men who were coaches and/or teachers at my small religious high school. But that’s not where my first experiences with horny coaches happened – it was actually with swim team coaches on the local private swim clubs I belonged to with my brother.

One of my very first crushes on a man was actually Coach Brandon from the Y swim team. I was gradually becoming aware that I often felt drawn to teachers, coaches, youth group leaders, friends’ dads, etc., and that I’d kind of stare a bit too obsessively at their eyes or lips, asses or packages, or get a flutter in my stomach (and lower) if any of them paid close 1:1 attention to me.

Coach Brandon was new and as part of getting to know each team member, he insisted on doing a series of individual “interviews” with each of us young men in his glass-walled office with blinds, which overlooked the pool. When it was my turn to talk with him, I felt very shy and desperately confusingly turned on by him. He was asking me questions about my goals, about my level of dedication, about how much I’d be willing to give to the sport and the team, and I was just mostly so lost in staring into his ice-blue eyes, admiring his thick blond hair, attracted to his chiseled jaw with a cleft chin and full lips, and being able to see how strappingly beefy he was in his tight-fitting coach’s outfit of a white polo shirt and very short, tight bright blue shorts.

He seemed to smile and smirk kindly-but-knowingly at my occasionally fumbling answers to his questions, and he said “Don’t worry, Jay, you and I are going to get along great as long as you work hard and enjoy yourself swimming as intensely as you can while you’re on this team. I’ll be here to guide and motivate you, that’s what a good coach is here for.” He flashed his sexy white smile and winked at me with his sparkling blue eyes and I was so smitten.

Then one day several weeks later, I was going to be part of a relay team during a swim meet. But as we were all lining up for our events in a smaller pool area leading into the main pool, I slipped on a really wet deck and hit my head quite badly on the edge of the pool. It was scary and Coach Brandon had to take me into the Y locker room to make me lie down on a massage table to observed for a few hours for signs of concussion.

While older guys were getting sports massages nearby, Coach kindly talked to and reassured me. He asked me if I was sore where I hit the deck, and when I said yes, he asked if I would like a gentle massage to rub out the sore muscles. I said yes, it was my first experience like that and it was such a crazy turn-on to have this hunk touching me and rubbing me tenderly and caringly… pretending not to notice my bulging package which I couldn’t control, feeling weirdly extra turned on by the fact that these older guys were obliviously getting rubbed down right next to us. He made me flip over between me front and back a few times, and eventually he stopped being cautious about letting his hands wander close to my ass crack or my crotch.

Coach Brandon actually started to massage my groin area too, grazing my balls and letting my ridiculously hard shaft rub against his hands, smiling at me knowingly and naughtily knowing that he was being so inappropriate. He seemed to love the adoring look I was staring deep into his crystal blue eyes, and he mouthed “it’s OK, you can let it go,” with his sexy lips. That’s how I knew he was telling me to go ahead and shoot my load into his hands. I noticed two of the official massage therapists were staring our way watching with fascination and surprise that Brandon was going this far with a young swim team member and that I was about to blow all over the place.

That made me even more turned on and suddenly I was blowing a fountain-like volley of hot cum into the air and back onto my own stomach and chest and Brandon’s hands. He rubbed my load into my skin and said “makes great skin moisturizer.” I could tell he was bulging incredibly in his swim coach shorts, and I desperately wanted to ask if I could try to help him too, but he leaned down and said, “I have to get back to the meet now that I know you’re doing OK… but we’ll do more next time, and we can explore more together.”

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Fortunately, Coach Brandon lived up to his word. He was not an easygoing coach. He was fair and motivational, but he expected us all to work incredibly hard to train over very long distances at most practices, and to really push ourselves. He definitely was a bit more aggressive toward the older, high-school aged boys on the team than to the younger ones, but he could also be kind of playful with all of us at times too. If he caught the older boys horsing around and teasing each other in that homoerotic way many young men do on a team like that, you’d never quite know if Coach Brandon would get loud and threaten punishment of another 1000 yards of practice laps, or if he would kind of join in the playful banter with the guys and contribute to somewhat inappropriate comments and jokes about how huge some swimmer’s package was getting, or surprisingly, chiming in on a discussion the older boys were having about abstaining from jacking off for a few nights before an important meet.

“Yeah, I do believe that makes you more aggressive and more competitive, more energetic,” Coach said, “But it’s definitely not healthy to hold it in for multiple days, you don’t wanna get backed up, it’s important to release your load at least ever couple of days.” I was like “Huh….” Because I didn’t quite know what all of it was about yet, and I was surprised that this adult would talk with the “naughty older boys” about this stuff.

Coach continued, “So, you guys should always feel free, right after your last event, to take care of it in the locker room, or shower, or even use my office if you need to. I know sometimes your parents are strict, monitor you too closely, or you think it’s weird to talk about or be seen by the other guys, but believe me, all guys do it. Every single guy jacks off and needs to come, there’s nothing to be ashamed about. So you go right ahead and do it in those gang showers in the locker room for all I care,” he said with a laugh, “Just don’t be surprised if I join you sometime soon because my girlfriend just caught me with a porno mag again and she’s really mad at me.”

I did like showering with all the other guys. The whole range all the way up to the oldest guys on the team – the older they were, the more likely they were to have really long and thick “things” and to tease the rest of the guys with them, swing them around, etc. And there was something so naughty and fun sounding about Coach’s “threat” that he might join us in the showers sometime.

I didn’t have to wait long. One day after practice, I was in the gang showers with two of the incredibly fast and muscular Koepke brothers (Kev and Bry, who I always kept my eyes on – both were hot, dark haired guys with super-white teeth, big bulging packages that our tiny swimsuits could barely constrain, and they were very popular), plus this lean and fast backstroke champion, David. The brothers were horsing around and trying to get David to take off his swimsuit for a proper shower, teasing him by grabbing their own long but soft dicks and helicoptering them in David’s direction, and saying, “Are you afraid you’ll get hard in front of us? That’s really dumb, even Jay over there’s not afraid to get hard in here.” (I didn’t realize they had noticed me and the fact that I was indeed getting an erection while I was soaping up in the big echoey shower.) The older brother, Kev, said, “Remember, Coach Brandon said it’s not healthy to hold your sperm in… Maybe we should force it out of you so you don’t screw up our relay team on Saturday.” David laughed and said, “Yeah right, how are you going to do that?”

Just then, Coach Brandon walked into the shower area in his shorts and polo, white sneakers and long striped athletic socks, whistle around his neck. He raised his voice to be heard over the sounds of the showers, the rowdy boys, and the echoes of the shower room, and at first he seemed pissed off. “What is going on in here guys? I’m sure your parents are going to be here pretty soon to pick you up and all I’ve been hearing from in here is a lot of horseplay and now I’m hearing that David’s too uptight to shower with his suit off?” He got a sexy sneer on his face as he got closer to the Koepke brothers, who were of course two of his favorite team members because they were such trophy winners, and he said, “What’s this I hear about you forcing David’s load out of him? How do you propose to do that?”

They laughed nervously because obviously they had just been goofing around. The younger brother, Bry, said, “Oh don’t worry about it Coach, we were just kidding.”

Coach acted like he was being played and he said, “Oh, no, you definitely meant it, I think you are right, David needs to get off today so that he has a few days to recover before Saturday’s meet. And you know what? All of us are going to make that happen.”

Coach looked over at me and said, “Jay, I haven’t seen you that hard since your concussion-observation massage,” which made the brothers snicker and ask him, “What do you mean, Coach, Jay was getting hard while he was on the massage table after that nasty fall at the last meet? Did you do anything about it?” Coach said, “Well… I helped him actually pump out one of his first loads right there in front of all those horny old men in the locker room and scandalized a few of them, but then I had to get back to the rest of you guys at the meet.”

The brothers seemed shocked but titillated and said, “Wow, Coach, that would have been pretty hot to see!” and even shy David said, “Yeah, some of those older guys in the locker room sure take an interest in us when our training times overlap with adult swim in the other pool.”

Coach said, “So, let them admire your handsome young body, David, you have a lot going for you with that swimmer’s build, and it looks like you have a pretty nice endowment that you should be proud of, just like these brothers and Jay…and myself….”

With that, Coach actually took off his tight polo and revealed a hairless, very muscular torso and chest, quite tan… and then he stepped out of his little tight shorts and we saw that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His thick Polish sausage flopped out at least half hard, hanging straight out over very large balls, and he had a short blond bush that matched his hair exactly. I was in awe, I mean, I didn’t know what guys did with each other sexually yet, but I instinctively wanted to be closer to him, to feel embraced by his thick muscular body, and to get to touch and play with that increasingly long and thick cock.

It became apparent that this was not the first time the Koepke brothers had seen Coach naked; the older one said, “Man, Coach, you really have it going on and your girlfriend is really lucky. She’s dumb to get mad at you for looking at those porno mags sometimes, she should just feel lucky that she’s the one you chose, right?”

Coach said, “Thanks boys, I totally agree, she definitely has nothing to complain about when her tight pussy lips are wrapped around this thick shaft, gripping it tightly while I’m railing her deep and hard!” That comment made all of us in the shower room get even harder, it was hot to hear Coach talking dirty about having sex with his pretty girlfriend, who sometimes came to our practices and meets. Coach decided to push David a bit and said, “Get that suit off, boy, you don’t wanna bend and hurt that boner of yours that’s about to split open your suit. I can tell you like thinking about how I fuck Kristin…. I bet you wish you could watch me lick her clit, too, she loves how I eat her juicy cunt and get her nice and wet so that she can actually take this thick monster meat.” He slapped his now-completely-hard slab against his hand, reverberating raunchily in the shower room. “Some girls… and guys… can’t take it all.” Wait, what?? Did he just say guys? What the hell? This was a very homophobic era and town, and our coach was now showering naked with a few of us, talking about fucking both girls and guys?

The brothers smirked at me like they could see my head spinning and the older one said, “Yeah, Jay, it’s a rite of passage when you reach a certain age on this team…. Coach Brad interviewed you about your goals and commitment, right? Well, the next interview when you’re ready is going to be to find out how much he can stretch that little tiny man pussy of yours and see if he can shove that whole stick of his up there. I had to do it when I reached the legal age and I ended up passing the test, obviously.” His younger brother said, “And he’s been practicing on me, to get me ready for Coach, now that I’m 18 too. Because you can see he's a lot bigger.” I looked at David and how he was now super-hard too, and we were both involuntarily stroking ourselves.

Coach said, “Actually, Bry, I think it’s probably time for your test by now, knowing that Kev’s been preparing you. I actually talked to your dad the other day and he said he’s been keeping an eye on you boys and how much more time you’ve been spending in Kev’s room. So he has watched a few of your practice sessions with as much interest as he shows in your amazing swimming performance. He told me he thinks you’re ready, Bry.”

David and I were so excited to see what was going to happen next, and so was Kev. He kinda pushed his younger stud brother toward the coach, underneath Coach’s shower spray, and said, “Split that boy’s hole wide open, man, he’s gotten pretty great at taking my dick and my loads, and now it’s time to see if he can take an even bigger battering ram. I think you’re gonna love his sweet tight little hole.” Coach licked his sexy lips and a devilish grin flashed along with his sparkling blue eyes. “I’m sure I will, Kev, thanks for breaking him in.”

Coach positioned Bry against the central shower hub of the gang showers we were in, and pushed his legs a little further apart. He started to rub his fingers, them his thumb and fingers gently against Bry’s little pucker, and added a bit of liquid soap each time to get him more relaxed and feeling good as Coach’s fingers started to actually enter his tiny hole. Bry cried out a little bit when Coach began to actually pry his asshole wider open with two fingers, but you could see on his face that he actually loved the sensation. Coach’s big, thick dick was standing straight up at attention and David, Kev and I were all focused on it while we stroked ourselves.

Then Coach shocked me and said, “Jay, get over here and get my dick even harder and more slicked up for this, I need to make sure it’s nice and ready to invade this young man’s tight virgin hole.” I moved toward them and Coach pushed firmly on my shoulders til I was kneeling in front of him and staring directly at this incredibly sexy fat cock. I had no clue what I was doing, but instinct and desire took over and Coach Brandon guided me assertively. He told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue, and he guided his huge, thick head into my salivating mouth… he told me to start licking his dick and sucking on it and that I couldn’t do anything wrong unless I used my teeth.

Soon I was going at it like a natural – finding a rhythm of getting as much of his girthy meat into my mouth as possible, and then backing off and flicking around the head only with my tongue. He started trying to fuck my face, too, which made me cough and sputter in combination with some of the shower water that was spraying all over me. I was getting a nice view of the younger Koepke brother’s ass too, which Coach was fingering the whole time I was sucking him. And I was shocked to notice that Kev had gone around to the other side of the shower pole and was actually stroking his younger bro’s hard-on and quietly encouraging him, “Dude, you can take it, you’ve gotten so good at letting me plow you and blow my loads up into you lately.”

Soon Coach had enough oral service and wanted to get down to business with breaking in the virgin hole. He lifted me to my feet and gently kissed my somewhat aching mouth, and said, “Good boy, you’d did great, you’re a natural born cocksucker and your talents are going to be very much put to use around here. But right now I gotta get into that dude’s ass! He’s been pulling my fingers in and he’s definitely ready.” He commanded David to get on one side and me on the other, so we could spread the Bry’s ass cheeks wide apart, and to get a good view as he pushed his big, heavy head against the tight little hairless hole.

Kev kissed Bry encouragingly and said, “I got you, I’m not going to let him hurt you,” just as Coach Brandon made his first push and popped right in. His wide shaft magically spreading the tight little ass open as the Bry just kind of naturally swallowed this big man’s dick. We were all impressed and focused on Coach’s groans of sheer pleasure as the young man’s tight hot insides gripped his fuckstick and began milking it. Coach reached his hands to each side and gave me and David and the Kev each some strokes while he increased the rhythm and pace of his thrusts deeper into Bry.

Bry was going wild by this point, squirming his hips and actually grinding back against Coach’s powerful thighs. This slut was definitely a natural-born bottom, hungry to be filled with a big juicy man cock and he started begging for Coach to shoot his load up into his guts the same way he’d gotten into Kev doing that several times recently. Coach got a raunchy look on his face like maybe he was thinking about their father peeping on them and how proud he’d probably be if he knew his boy was taking an even bigger, thicker, harder dick like a champ. Little did I know that Coach was making a mental note to contact Mr. Koepke to suggest a post-meet celebration for Saturday evening, and planning not just to invite me and David too, but to convince Mr. Koepke to join in breeding his sons. They definitely got their studly, muscular good looks from him.

I couldn’t last long, watching my crush fucking my teammate and stroke me and my other teammates. I told Coach that I was going to come and he commanded David to kneel in front of me so that I could spray my jizz onto his tongue. After I did, Coach said, “David, now kiss me so I can taste Jay’s cream too.” It was so nasty and fun to watch them sharing it, and Kev wanted in on it too so he joined them in a three-way kiss. That drove both David and Kev over the edge and they both reported to Coach that they were ready to shoot. So of course he told them to put me back on my knees and to come in my mouth. They shot almost in tandem, so I was literally struggling to swallow the amount of hot white cream that flooded my mouth, and some had even gotten all over my nose and cheeks.

Seeing that seemed to trip Coach’s trigger because he suddenly lost all semblance of self-control while railing our buddy Bry, and started grunting louder and louder, totally nasty things like “I’m gonna fill you up til it’s dripping out both ends, slut boy,” and “I’m gonna send you home to your daddy with a sore, cum-soaked asshole, maybe he’ll smell it on you and he won’t even wait until Saturday to try to add his own load to mine.” It was degrading but Coach managed to also make it sound so enticing and hot. Soon, Coach was thrusting shorter fast strokes and you could tell that he was unloading into Bry’s butt, and he collapsed over Bry’s back. Kev told me to get down and sit against the shower and suck his brother’s rock-hard cock so that he could be the last of us to get off, and it barely took 5 strokes to make it happen.

We all washed off and Coach made sure we were all OK with what had just happened, he said, “I really want you to enjoy what we do and you definitely don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” We all assured him that it was fun and something we’d want to do again, and he slapped each of us on the ass as we passed him on the way to our lockers.

Then I heard another man’s deep voice talking quietly to Coach Brandon in the hall, and I tried to listen carefully, was that Mr. Koepke? Or another of the team dads?

That’s for another time… As are more stories of another couple of coaches I had when I joined a different team a few years later.