“Help me, Coach!”
I heard the shout from my outer office—loud, urgent, and clearly in pain. I stood up and walked out to find Bryce Sweeney, one of my defensive linemen, gripping his inner thigh.
“What’s going on, Sweeney?” I asked, a mix of concern and frustration in my voice.
“Leg cramp,” he said, wincing as he held onto his leg.
Bryce was a big kid—18 years old, 6'4", over 230 pounds. Quiet and reserved most of the time, he moved slowly off the field. But during games, he was a powerhouse on the defensive line, charging through opponents with strength and determination.
“Lie down on the table,” I said, grabbing a warm compress that I kept ready for this type of situation. My boys were constantly cramping or hurting themselves, and I had to be prepared. Bryce was wearing shorts and a muscle shirt that conformed to his large muscles.
I could see the knot of muscles on Bryce’s inner thigh, and I applied warm pressure to the swollen spot. I left the compress in place to warm the muscle for a few minutes, then I removed it to assess the knot and began applying pressure to it, massaging it out and relieving the pain.
Bryce’s breathing calmed as the muscle relented and relaxed. As I continued to massage Bryce’s inner thigh, another muscle began to swell and grow in his shorts. Bryce’s dick began to move like a snake peeking out from the top of his shorts, exposing the large mushroom head.
Bryce flushed red as half of his cock now extended above the elastic band and lay on his abs. “Sorry, Coach,” Bryce said, great embarrassment resounding in his voice.
It wasn’t the first time a student got aroused while getting a massage. I had been coaching high school sports for many years, and at 45, I was sure I had seen it all. I saw hard cocks in all shapes and sizes: big, thick, thin, and uncut. I witnessed guys comparing their dick sizes in the locker room. Guys engaged in circle jerks. I even caught a few guys sucking each other off and more. Hard dicks seemed to go hand in hand (no pun intended) with sports, teen boys, and raging hormones.
“It’s ok, Sweeny,” I said, trying not to stare at the enormous size of his member. It wasn’t just long; it was almost as thick as a soda can. The head was a dark, reddish purple, mushroom-shaped, and the base that extended several inches above the waistband of his shorts was heavily veined.
I finished the massage, and Sweeny got off the table. His dick remained rock hard. “Coach, can I ask you a question?” Sweeny asked, his voice sounded nervous. “Ok. What?” I replied. “Does it always hurt?” He asked, his head lowered in embarrassment.
“Does what always hurt?” I asked, unsure what he meant. “My…” he said, not saying the word. “Your dick? It hurts?” I asked. “Well, yeah, it gets hard all the time, and if it happens when I am wearing pants, it really hurts,” he said. I gave a small internal chuckle. Of course, it would hurt a dick that large getting tangled up in underwear and jeans.
The discussion was causing my own dick to start to get hard. I moved into my office to sit behind the desk and conceal my erection before Sweeny could see it. Sweeny took a seat across from me, a look of deep concern on his face. “Sweeny, this is normal for boys your age. I don’t know what to tell you about the pain, but most of the time you can relieve it yourself,” I said, trying not to say too much.
“I do that, Coach, and it helps a bit, but then it just comes right back. I have to do it several times most days,” Sweeny said, frustrated. “What about a girlfriend?” I asked. “No. No, I tried that with several girls, and they all said it hurt, and then they treated me like a freak,” Sweeny said, his voice rising with increased frustration.
“I am sure it will get better. Every guy goes through this,” I told Sweeny, trying to alleviate his distress. Sweeney raised his face to look at me, as if I was going to be able to say to him when it would get better. I didn’t have an answer for him.
That night, I met my buddy Marco at the bar. Marco and I were co-captains on another team, and we often met for a beer to discuss some of our players and talk about the game. I knew Marco liked guys and would frequently tell me about some of the guys he was ogling.
I explained what happened with Sweeny and tried to describe the size of his cock. I told Marco what Sweeny said about hurting the girls he was with and how he was embarrassed about it.
“I could help,” Marco said, with a big grin, after a few more beers and some bad cock jokes. I laughed but realized that Marco was serious. “Help how?” I asked, but I already had suspicions of what he was thinking. “No, we can’t do that,” I said, sternly. “Why not? He’s 18. He’s an adult,” Marco reasoned.
There was something profoundly wrong, yet fascinating. Could Marco really take something that big? Could he satisfy Sweeny’s needs? Would Sweeny even want that? “I don’t think it’s a good idea,” I said, but I felt my resolve weakening. “How would you do it?” I asked, not completely sold on the idea.
“I will have both of you over to my place. We can tell him that we want to help him with his problem. If he is like most boys his age, I am sure a bit of talk and some beer will get him growing and showing,” Marco said with an air of confidence. “And if he doesn’t? I asked. Then we send him home. “And if he does?” I retorted. “Then I offer to let him use me to get off and relieve his sexual tension.”
The idea seemed crazy, but the more Marco talked about it, the more intrigued I found myself. “We have to do this at your place. I can’t be caught up in it,” I warned. Marco lit up with excitement. “Deal,” Let’s see if he is available on Saturday night,” Marco suggested.
I spent the rest of the next day thinking about what Marco was planning. Several times, I rejected the idea and resolved never to consider it again, then I would make an excuse that I was doing it to help Sweeny and start thinking about how to get him to Marco’s house.
After practice, I found Sweeney sitting on the bench, still in his sweaty gear, while the other boys had already showered and were getting dressed for class. I got the sense that Sweeny was embarrassed and waited for the other boys to finish showering and dressing before getting undressed. “Sweeny, my office,” I shouted into the locker room with my usual grunt. The boys laughed and made jokes as Sweeny walked across the room with his slow and steady pace.
“Yeah, Coach,” Sweeny said, standing in the doorway to my office. “I think I have a possible solution to your little problem,” I emphasized the word “little,” knowing it was anything but. A questioning look crossed Sweeny’s face. “If you are interested, be at this address on Saturday at 7 pm,” I said, slipping the piece of paper to him. Sweeny looked at it, then left my office.
I arrived at Marco’s place about an hour before Sweeny was to arrive to help him get everything set up. He had a few beers in the fridge, just enough to help all of us relax. Marco set up a massage table in one corner of his bedroom and had some massage oils warming up.
At precisely 7, there was a knock on the door. Sweeney was standing in the doorway, wearing his jeans, a form-fitting shirt, and his letterman jacket, looking nervous and confused. “Hey, Sweeny, I said, greeting him. I want to introduce you to Coach Vitelli. Coach Vitelli and I have been good friends for a long time. I was telling him about your problem the other day, and he thinks he can help with it.
Sweeny shot me a look that clearly asked, “Why did you tell him?” “It’s ok. You can trust him,” I said, before Sweeny could say anything. “Hey, Bryce, nice to meet you. Call me Marco,” Marco said, leading Sweeny to the couch. Marco went to the kitchen and returned with three beers, handing one to me, one to Sweeny, and taking one for himself. “Do you like beer?” Marco asked. Sweeny nodded and took a swig. We sat around talking about football and had another round of beers while Sweeny began to relax.
“Let’s talk about your problem,” Marco said, abruptly changing the subject. Sweeny turned beet red with embarrassment. “Hey, it’s ok, I am here to help,” Marco said. “How can you help?” Sweeny shot back, suspicious of what Marco was saying.
“I understand you hurt the women you were with, but I could show you ways to do it that wouldn’t hurt whoever you were with. It would be just between the 3 of us,” Marco offered. Sweeny looked at me, then at Maco, and back to me again. “It’s up to you, Sweeny,” I said, allowing him to change his mind.
“I don’t know what you want me to do,” Sweeny said softly. “You don’t have to do anything. I can help you,” Marco said. “No one will ever know?” Sweeny asked sharply. “Just the 3 of us,” Marco replied. “I don’t know,” Sweeny said, thinking about it.
“Let’s try something simple and see what happens. If you don’t like it, say so, and I will stop. How’s that sound?” Marco suggested. “Try what?” Sweeny asked. “Do you like to get massages?” Marco asked. “Yeah, sure,” Sweeney responded. “Good, why don’t you take off your jacket and follow me.
Sweeny got up off the sofa and removed his jacket. His shirt clung to every contour of his muscled body. Then we both followed Marco into the bedroom. “Take off your pants and shirt, and get up on the table, and I will give you a massage to help you relax.
Sweeny turned his back to us and removed his shirt, then dropped his pants and kicked off his shoes. In just a pair of tighty whities that could barely contain his limp cock, he got on the table and lay face down. Marco got some oil he had been warming and put some on Sweeney’s back between his shoulders, then began to massage it in.
Over the next 20 or so minutes, Marco worked over Sweeny’s back muscles, moving lower and lower toward his ass. Pulling the elastic down about halfway, he massaged just above Sweeny’s ass. Then he moved to his legs and down to his feet. A low moan emanated from Sweeny as Marco massaged his feet. “Do you like that?” Marco asked. “Yeah,” Sweeny replied softly.
“Flip over onto your back,” Marco instructed, but Sweeny hesitated. “It’s ok,” Marco said, waiting for the gentle giant to lie on his back. Marco let out a low gasp when he saw Sweeny’s cock. It had become rock hard and pushed way up and out of the white briefs. Embarrassed, Sweeny tried to cover it with his hands. “It’s ok, man. That’s what you are here for,” Marco said.
Sweeny lay on the table, and Marco began rubbing oil on Sweeny’s massive chest muscles, moving his hands down over his abs, careful not to touch the large, hard cock that was inches away. “Can I lower these?” Marco asked, hooking his forefingers onto the elastic band and moving it down below Sweeny’s balls before he could even respond.
“Well fuck, I can see why that would hurt,” Marco said, staring at the full length and girth of Sweeny’s cock. “I should go,” Sweeny said, trying to get up, but Marco placed a hand on his chest. “It’s ok, nothing to be ashamed of. “Do you mind if I try helping you?” Marco asked.
Sweeny looked at me, pleading for an answer. “It’s up to you,” I said, watching the expression on his face. “What are you going to do?” He asked, looking at Marco. Marco took both hands and lifted the hard cock off of Sweeny’s body. The massage oil was slick and allowed him to slide his hands up and down the shaft of the cock. Sweeny grasped the edges of the table while Marco began to feel Sweeny’s dick.
Then, intertwining the fingers of both hands, he wrapped his palms around the base and began to work them up and down Sweeny’s cock. Sweeny closed his eyes and moaned as Marco started slowly stroking. Twisting his hands up, down, and around the hard piece of meat.
Sweeny’s breath became labored, and his hips instinctively thrust upward to meet Marco’s hands. Large drops of precum flowed from the big bulbous head and ran down the side, mixing with the massage oil. Sweeny moaned and thrust; he writhed on the table. “Oh man,” Sweeny said, and his voice had a husky overtone. “Does it feel good, Sweeny?” Marco asked in a teasing voice. “Yes. Yes, it does,” Sweeny responded, losing himself in the sexual feeling.
Sweeny’s hips began to buck harder as if he were trying to fuck Marco’s hands. Marco held tight, allowing Sweeny to thrust into him. “Oh, fuck that feels incredible, Sweeny moaned, losing all sense of embarrassment and getting lost in the feeling. “I’m going to cum, coach,” Sweeny whimpered, grasping the sides of the table. Marco bent forward and, with a quick movement, took the head of Sweeny’s cock into his mouth. His lips parted wide, and he was only able to take the first four or five inches in. Sweeny’s eyes popped open wide to see what was happening, then immediately closed them. His body spasmed, sending cum deep inside Marco’s mouth.
Marco held on as long as he could, but he began to choke on the massive cock and the vast amount of seed that was firing from Sweeny’s cock. As Marco pulled his mouth free, more cum shot forward, hitting him in the face and the chest. Even more cum splashed onto Sweeny’s chest and chin. The intense orgasm slowly came to a halt as gobs of cum oozed from the spent cock, dripping on to Sweeny’s abs.
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