My name is Dustin Hart and I'm almost twenty-three now. Almost three years ago, I came out of a sizzling secret two-year affair with my basketball coach.
It all started when I was eighteen and I was secretly hooking up with with Jake, another player who was a year older than me. My coach was in his 40s: a tall, dark-skinned man with an athletic build that always made me feel attracted to him. During training, I couldn't help casting glances at his hairy legs exposed between his training shorts and sneakers that he always rocked with so much grace. Having had just joined our school as the new basketball coach after the transfer of our former one, his coming had made the game more interesting not only to me but apparently to the whole team. He had this keen sense of humor that served to water down his binding authority that always kept us on the right track. He had it all: the dexterity to bring the best out of the youngsters he commanded, the authority to have them under total control and the ability to press the right buttons within the boys that saw them warming up to him.
We had been honoured to meet his family at one of the inter-school games our school was hosting. He had a really beautiful family. He had a smoking-hot slim brunette for a wife and two teenage boys of which the older one was almost our age. With such a beautiful family, he obviously was living his best life and instead of the fact that he was happily married with a family diluting my feelings for him, it made them even stronger: apart from his dexterity with high school boys, nets and balls; he evidently was also graceful on family. A real man indeed! Anyway, the fact that he had such a good taste on ladies was enough to slam down on my imaginations: he obviously was not gay.
However things took a very unexpected twist when, one Friday, my parents were busy on some business in a neighbouring town and couldn't come to pick me up after practice. I had no license hence no car so I had to ask one of my rich teammate who had a car of his own to drive me home. He was happy to help but before we could make for his car, Coach Curtis walked up to us. He apparently had been evesdropping on our little conversation. He offered to drive me instead arguing that it was against school policy for him to allow a student to drive another student home without the parents' consent hence it was his duty, in case of the parents of a player on his team failing to pick up their child, to drive that child home. It made much sense.
A cool laid-back guy he unarguably was, we chatted about the game, school and family with him investigating what manner of business my parents were into that would make them too busy to remember they had a son who needed to be picked up from practice. I felt so relaxed being alone with him in the car as much as I was excited at the prospect of being given a ride by the man I was attracted to. Just as the sun had sunk beyond the mountains and the evening breeze was blowing the day out into dark, we got to my house and while we were still sitting out in his truck he asked if he could come in and use the bathroom. Doing a favor for Coach Curtis felt like an honour and I really didn’t think much of it and gave him permission. That's when everything started.
Once in the house, I showed him to the bathroom and after some few minutes, he walked out into the living room and, with a big smile while rubbing his hands together, said, "Thank you, Dustin." Hearing my name on his lips away from school had my heart drumming to the hard-hitting realization that I was hosting the object of my naughty imaginations in my house alone as his heavy presence kind of pervaded the whole room.
"You are welcome, Sir", I said and I thought the next thing he would say was that he had to be on his way as he had just finished the business that had brought him into my house.
I was wrong.
"So, what are you up to all alone?" he asked as he jammed his hands into his pockets while standing in the middle of the living room while I was seated on the couch untying my shoes.
His question didn't hit me as suggestive of anything suspicious but just another one of his innocent efforts to be friendly with his players.
I told him I couldn’t wait to take a shower and relax after a long practice to which he released a broad smile and said as he shrugged his shoulders a little bit, "Good for you. Let me leave you to it."
He took a couple of steps towards the door, stopped and turned back to look at me just as I was rising from the couch after I had removed my shoes.
"Oh, I have forgotten to tell you that I have left the shower open for you... I knew you were tired and dying to take a shower", he smiled out his kind-of-wierd announcement to which I felt even more attractive to him. He really knew the right buttons to press in teenage boys!
"Thank you, Sir", I said as I smiled back at his frolicking.
With the shower open already, I readily made for the bathroom while the man continued for the front door. As soon as I had pulled off my vest, I heard the front door closing and I smiled at what my parents' recklessness had brought out of a normal day: my coach had driven me home, used my bathroom and opened the shower for me before leaving. I call it getting lemonade out of the lemons fate has thrown at you. What a nice way to end a day!
After I had taken off my pant, I stepped into the shower and no sooner had I than my heart skipped a beat at the creak of the bathroom door after which something I least expected to happen invaded the scene with the opening of the door. I can't really tell when and how all this had come to be but one thing I was sure of was what I was seeing: Coach Curtis stepping into the bathroom naked and bricked up with an ill-intentioned smile on his face.
"I just thought since I was feeling so hot, we could take a cold shower together before I leave", he spoke over the swish of the shower to which I froze grappling with whether this was really happening or I was just imagining things. However, as he slowly advanced to the spot where I had been glued under the showers, I was slowly aroused out of my disbelief with every step his nakedness took towards me while the rigid sway of his huge thick cock at least nine inches long sealed everything happening as nothing less than the reality just like that of the cold water splashing all over my nakedness. My heart raced as several feelings shot through my veins. Oh my god! Were my dreams coming to pass in this unexpected recklessly explicit manner?
I wondered if he was doing all this because he knew how I felt about him? If yes, how then had he come to know since I tried so hard not to show my attraction to him? If no, was he just being a pure perv preying on a teenage boy?
"I know what you like and that you are hooking up with that tall boy Jack. Don't you want something bigger, older and more seasoned?" His slow lustful disarming speech saw him stopping just a couple of steps from the shower.
My cock throbbed hard as his speech settled in my mind while wave of desire descended on me triggering a moanful affirmation, "I want it."
For a moment the man gave me a hard thoughtful look that seemed to ask, 'Are you sure of what you have just said?' If my instinct was serving me right, then I had an answer to that: I wasn't. Nevertheless, I had said it and he definitely was more than willing to grant me my desire. So the game was on! Licking his lips hungrily, he stepped in and joined me under the cascade of the innocent liquid and as if I had been put under a spell, I stepped to meet him and as soon our naked bodies touched, his arms went around my back, slid down my damp back before he grabbed me by the ass and pulled me into him. The whole thing was so overwhelming that even the water irrigating our mischief seemed to have faded out of the scene leaving only two interracial naked bodies, decades apart, having the most of each other. With his hands still engulfing my ass, his lips found mine before he started kissing me while he rubbed his cock on me to which I got rock hard as well.
After almost ten minutes of kissing, his lips withdrew as his hands released my ass. Then the unforeseen took a step in a wild direction with him starting to wash me with a passion so loud in his touch that I couldn't help reciprocating and started washing each other. His hands knew no bounds as they apparently strove not to miss any spot on my young body: every inch of me, to him, needed cleaning. It seemed like I had been possessed by some demon of shamelessness as I wantonly explored as much of his nakedness as I could and the moment was so electrifying that after every couple of minutes or so our lips would meet up in a brief kiss of agreement to what had become of us and where it was going.
"Turn around", he whispered into the wet spurt of unbridled desire just as my hands were exploring the inner sides of his thighs with his huge black hard pole brushing against my arm. I readily obliged and as soon as I had, my desire were stirred up into a turmoil as he engulfed me from behind and started rubbing his cock in between my cheeks. I was loving every second of it as much as I knew it was heralding a higher form of fun, the same I wasn't sure I was ready for. To confirm my fears, I felt his wanton action behind me dropping into another gear I knew was the ultimate one.
I moaned into the swishing of the shower as I felt the head of his cock touch my hole before he pushed it so hard against it that it opened up and painfully swallowed in a few inches before the man pulled out and reached for the soap with which he did whatever he knew on my hole and most probably on his cock. I moaned harder as his monstrous cock smashed against my hole again and this time it gave in more easily and he started to shove it in slowly and carefully and it was not as painful as I had expected (thanks to the soap he had put to very good use). It slid into me to spasms of ecstasy that had me beggingly whisper, "Sir", with every inch sinking into me until he was so deep that the pain exploded into a boisterous surge of desire to have as much of him as possible. He started to fuck me slowly until his tempo flared up into full-blown fuck that lasted for almost twenty minutes at the end of which he spouted loads of his cum deep inside me. "Boy, you are just as tasty as I thought you would be", he gushed out as he pulled out of me to which I cummed without even touching my dick while I also gushed, "You are so big!". The moment was too hot to be cooled by the water splashing all over our dirty game and it was worthy the risk of being busted by my parents!
I turned to face him and we kissed slow and deep before he turned off the shower after which we dried each other's bodies while sporadically planting kisses on random spots on each other's nakedness. I never knew I was capable of being so passionate as much as I had never imagined Coach Curtis could be such a ferocious beast with an appetite for both holes. Now I knew better: Coach Curtis was bisexual. What a juicy secret to experientially discover about the most loved coach at my school!
He later dressed up and drove off into the gathering darkness leaving me still finding it hard to believe everything had happened just as it has. However, the dull pain in my ass and the warm churn of his juices in my gut was surety enough: I had just been fucked by my basketball coach.
The incident of that day was not a mistake neither was it the end. Our affair took off from that day's mischief and became deeper and the man was honest enough to later confess that he had lusted over me from the first day he set his eyes on me and from the day he tasted me in the shower, he couldn’t get enough of my ass. I was kind enough to be of help as I willingly gave it up to him everytime he wanted it. We fucked everywhere we found ourselves alone: after practice, in his car and sometimes during the weekends I would lie to my folks that I was going out to see my friends and he would pick me at secret rendezvouses from where we would visit lodges around town where he would fuck me as hard as the fierce virility he harboured demanded.
What happened between us in the shower that day proved to be just a fraction of what the man was capable of. For the beast in him to manifest at its fiercest, all he needed was enough lube, a bed and a couple of pillows to bare up my hole to his huge black monster to which he would, at terrifying peak efficiency, deliver hours of nonstop rigorous pounding only taking very short breathers to either plant a kiss on my lips, spit some dirty talk into my submission or just admire my little face. He was such a hard worker and he always made sure to leave me gasping for air and so full of cock that the mere thought of having it again would be forbidding. However, there was something to his enormous black rod and how well he used it on my hole that always had me craving for it just a couple of days after every such undiluted fuck escapades such that by the time our paths parted, my hole had a record of way more than a hundred ferocious episodes of rigorous pounding with the most intense and momentous occasion being one Saturday when I invited him over to my house while my parents were out of town. What happened between us that day is better left unsaid: he fucked me like never before, I rode his monstrous pole like I had a license to it, he terrorized my little hole from all angles and we even took our fucking spree to my parents' matrimonial bed where he delivered the crowning bout of his feral rage on my hole to which he spouted several shattering loads deep inside me. Instead of feeling guilty at the thought that my parents were going to sleep on the same defiled bed, I was kind of turned on at the thought of how devious and excessively daring our affair had turned to be. A little beast I had become!
I was juggling two relationships at the same time: I really loved Jack but everytime I needed a real manly service on my hole, Coach Curtis would be very eager to help and he held absolutely nothing back. Nobody, including Jack, ever knew about our secret affair which didn't end with me graduating from high school but continued until I was just a few weeks into my twentieth birthday when the man broke the news that he had found a better job in another state and would move in a couple of days. It was a shattering moment but we couldn't afford to have our paths parting without a nice goodbye fuck which became the last of its kind after which I have never had someone who has delivered even half of the service Coach Curtis had been serving my young smooth hole for those two years and...I don't think I ever will.
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