Football coach

At this point in my young teenage years I had had sex with my cousin who had returned home from Vietnam and worked on our tobacco farm.  However, living in the rural countryside of the Great Smokie Mountains I had never explored my male encounters with anyone away from the farm. 

My dad was an ex- military man and was really demanding of me.  I was the old boy and the baby of the family.  I was studious and loved learning.  I read, loved music and my love for music involved marching band and singing and playing the piano at church.  

Having said that....the fall of my senior I was in marching band but also played offensive and defensive line in football.  My football coach was a beast.  He was fusious the first game of the season when I went on the field at half time with my saxophone and performed with the band instead of being in the field house with the team.  After the half time show he bench my ass and I didn’t play the entire third quarter.  As a result of his coaching decision the team had two fumbles and gave up an extra touchdown.  As anger as he was with me he had no alternative than to put me in the game. The very next play when I was on defense I was able to cause a turn over and smothered the football. By the end of the fourth quarter we came back to win by running a two point conversion. 

That evening y coach was still being an asshole and kept me after the team had showered, stashed their pads, gear and he called me into his office.  Asked if my parents were waiting on me or if I had driven my truck to the game.  I told him I had “ole blue”, my Ford F-150 pick up. 

Immediately he had a look on his face that should have been a warning to me my ass was in deep water.  At this point he called his wife and said he was staying late to do laundry and wash team uniforms.  He proceeded to walk over to the field house door and lock it.  He approached me and told me to strip out my uniform. I obeyed and did exactly as I was instructed to do.  However, he walked up slowly to me and told me to leave my cleats and sweaty jockstrap on.  He grabbed my ass cheeks and I whimpered.  He licked his lower lip and told me I was going to blow his cock since I had already blown my horn at halftime. 

This really was a phenomenal opportunity for me because I’d always lusted for this hunk of a man.  I was a cocky bastard at this point and told him I liked blowing big things.  He took my hand and forced down the front of his coaching shorts.  He always wore the polyester double snap shorts that left nothing to the imagination of his monster bulge.  

The next thing I knew his thick, uncut meat was in my face.  Fuck son, the cheese head spunk was dripping big time as I took his cock in my mouth.  I got to admit I didn’t think he would expect me to be so eager.  As I stepped over his legs to sit down facing him as my hot, hungry hole was riding his cock was hovering over his cock.  My cleats scratched the field house floor and to this day I can still recall that sound.

Guys this was fall of 1974 and we didn’t think about condoms, safe sex....as a country boy I knew what I was doing.  Coach looked up at me and just smiled.  He chewed on my nipples, licked my bottom lip and kissed me liked I’d never been kissed before. 

Without any lube other than his precum coated cock he thrusted up into my willing hole.  As he was pouring me he whispered into my ear that it killed him to bench my ass the 3rd quarter after the band had just played. I kissed him and told him if this is what I can have every Friday night after a game he can do whatever he needs to do. He’s my coach and I’ll follow his rules. 

When he finished fucking me and after he shot his load in my ass he directed me to lay down on the bench.  He immediately swelled my coach and sucked my dick while he fingered my ass playing with my cum filled hole.

About an hour later we showered together.  I was in heaven.  Once we dressed he locked up the field house.  He got in his Ford Bronco and pulled up to my truck.  He told me to meet him at the field house at 11:00 am the next morning.  I had a puzzled look on my face.  He told me I still had to help him do laundry.  I didn’t say a word.  Next thing he did was get out of his Ford Bronco and walk up to my drivers side door. He handed me his jockstrap that he worn the entire football game.  He leaned in and kissed me and said, “ if you know what’s good for you ...you best have that on tomorrow morning.”  I nodded my head and responded....”anything you say coach! “.