I was holding onto Blake’s young hips for dear life as the kid pounded my throat, my knees pressing into the damp floor of the mop closet. It was minutes before he was scheduled to participate in the exhibition. Blake panted as he fucked my throat, and I ran my hands up his smooth, muscular body, tweaking his nipples in hopes it would hasten his orgasm.
“C’mon, Blake,” I said, taking his cock out of my sloppy mouth. “We don’t have a lot of time.”
“Sorry, Coach,” Blake said, and grabbed the back my head to hold it steady before ramming his rod back down my throat. “You know I have trouble cumming from head.”
Of course I’d only learned that last night, when I’d wound up giving up my muscled jock ass for his thick teen cock, not to mention his load, in our hotel room. I’d woke up feeling shocked at the lengths I’d been willing to go to help out my young charge, who at least seemed rested and grateful.
We’d checked out that morning and headed to the sports complex on campus. Blake had got into his gear and we’d been watching the other players from the stands, waiting for Blake’s chance to show off his skills. That was when Blake’s leg stated to bounce and he got that look in his eyes that I was all-too-familiar with by now.
“Blake…” I said. He gave me a pleading look. “C’mon, don’t tell me you’re…struggling, again.”
“Sorry, Coach. Jenny usually, you know, in the morning, too,” he said. I sighed.
“Well I don’t know what to tell you. You’re just going to have to hold off until you get back home and see your girlfriend again,” I said. Blake squirmed on the bleacher. “Besides, we don’t have time for, you know, that.”
“Yeah but I was thinking, maybe if you could just…” Blake leaned into my ear. “...suck me off,” he whispered. “I could get off like that, I know I could.” The feel of his breath against my ear and the smell of his young masculinity began to have its effect on me.
“We’re on campus, Blake, it’s not like we can just slip into a closet somewhere,” I said, but even as I said it I remembered passing a closet in a quiet hall just a short walk away from where we sat.
So that was how I found myself taking Blake’s horny rod again for the second time that morning, both of us being as quiet as we could as students and staff passed by outside.
“I’m pretty close, Coach,” Blake whispered. “Can I just feel your ass, again?” I sighed. I thought of the way I’d felt that morning, when I’d sat on the toilet and what felt like a cup of teen jizz had sputtered out of me. There’d been nothing appropriate about it, and I’d told myself never again.
“Okay but just to feel it,” I said, standing the dark closet to pull my shorts down over my muscle butt. Blake pounded his rod in his fist as he felt up my cheeks and crack, running his fingers over my hole. He pushed his thumb against me and it popped inside.
“Blake!” I said.
“Sorry Coach, it’s just so tight, tighter than Jenny’s pussy, even,” he said. The feeling of his thumb in my hole began to scramble my brain.
“Just cum on my ass, okay? Imagine it’s Jenny’s and shoot all over it,” I said.
“Okay Coach,” Blake said. I could hear the muffled sound of the announcers down the hall in the gym. Any minute now they’d be calling Blake’s name. “Such a hot ass,” Blake said, taking his thumb out of me to feel my rounded cheeks before stuffing it back in again, deeper this time, pushing it against the wall of my ass. He took his thumb out again and grabbed my hips, humping his cock along my crack. Just like last night, the head of him began to catch on my hole. And the familiarity of the sensation made me want to push back onto it.
“Blake…” I said, wanting to protest, but my body was thinking for me. My hole was still stretched out from him fucking me last night, and when he managed to shove the head of his cock inside me, I didn’t pull off, I just moaned.
“Oh fuck Coach, I’m gonna cum like this,” he said, pushing another inch into me. “Oh fuck I’m cumming, I’m gonna shoot inside you again. Fuck!” he said in a high whisper. Half his cock was lodged inside me. I felt it swell, then release. Again and again as ropes of teen cum spilled out of his balls and filled me.
I sighed as he pulled out. “Blake,” I said as I stood and tried to catch my breath. “I told you just to cum on me.”
“I know Coach but…I mean I was just inside you last night. Plus I didn’t want to get it everywhere…” I could see the kid’s reasoning. But that didn’t help the fact that I was once again filled with his cum, this time in public. I could feel it leaking out of me as we walked back down the hall. We got there just in time for them to call Blake’s name.
He did great. I was assured that his chances of being recruited were good, and we would hear something by the end of the month. Blake was so proud and high off his success that it was easy to forget all we’d done to achieve it, but my stretched-out, cum-filled hole was a constant reminder as we headed to the airport to fly back home.
***
My work wound up paying off and Blake got accepted to the university. Blake’s parents were ecstatic and they invited me to dinner at their home. They lived in what I found out was a mansion on the wealthy side of town.
“Coach Crane,” Blake’s mother Luanne said after the servant had let me in. “Blake has told us so much about you.” Blake’s dad Jeffrey gave me a firm handshake and clutched my shoulder.
“He said you’re one of the most attentive teachers he has at the academy,” Jeffrey said. “We really appreciate you going the extra mile.”
Dinner was fantastic, but Blake seemed a bit sullen, and I came to understand why when Luanne mentioned that Blake’s girlfriend, Jenny, had been out of town for the last week.
“She’s taking a semester abroad. Poor Blake! I know he misses her,” Luanne said. Blake pushed out his lip and looked down at his plate.
“Such a beautiful home you have,” I said once we’d finished dessert and the servants were taking away the plates.
“Blake, why don’t you show Coach Crane around?” Jeffrey said. Blake shrugged, and as downcast as he seemed, there was a look in his eyes when they caught mine that made my heart quicken.
And so I followed Blake up a grand marble staircase to the upper level and down the dim hall. “Where are we headed?” I asked.
“My room,” Blake said. Now my heart was really starting to race. I didn’t know what Blake had in mind, but I knew how helpless I could get when confronted with this hot young man’s needs. Still, assisting him in our hotel room had been one thing, doing the same in his parents’ house was quite another.
I followed Blake into his room which was really a suite. He shut the door behind him.
“Blake, I hope you didn’t have in mind that we were going to do something inappropriate,” I said, watching the kid paw at his crotch in a way that was all-too-familiar at this point.
“I have this big test tomorrow and I haven’t had sex with Jenny in two weeks,” he said, pleading with his eyes. “Can you please help me out?” he said, and without fanfare lowered his sweatpants to unleash his hard, leaking teen cock. The base and balls were shaved to the nub. I’d be lying if said that cock didn't make me weak in the knees just to look at it. “If you could just suck it a little? Let me rub it against your ass like last time?”
“We went quite a bit further than that last time,” I said, whispering and looking back toward the door. “Your parents are downstairs. We can’t, Blake,” I said, but my eyes were glued to that massive shaved dick. Without realizing it I licked my lips and felt my mouth water.
“They never come up here, c’mon this room is huge,” he said, and issued me back into his bedroom proper, shutting another door so that we were doubly-insulated from the hallway.
“Okay just a quick suck to help you get off,” I said, dropping to my knees and trying to conceal my hunger as I licked the boy’s leaking cock from balls to tip, tasting his heady precum then sinking my lips all the way down his shaft till his rod was lodged in my throat.
“Fuck yeah Coach, take it like Jenny does…” Blake said. A curious feeling began to come over me; the more I took his cock in me the hungrier I seemed to get. So that when Blake inevitably asked to rub his cock against my ass I didn’t protest, just stood up and pulled my pants down over my butt, perching it out for him.
“Just be quick about it, Blake. And don’t put it inside like last time,” I said, but my body was already taking over and I found myself running my hand up my torso to feel up my muscle tits and tweak my nipples.
“Okay, Coach. Fuck your ass is so hot,” he said, cupping it in his hand and letting his slick rod rest and pulse against my crack and hole.
“Watch the cursing,” I said.
“Sorry Coach,” he said and began to hump against me. “I think about it all the time, though. Sometimes when I’m with Jenny, even. How I fucked you in that hotel room bed…” he said, pushing the head against my hole. “It felt even better than when I fuck her, honestly. If I could fuck you all the time I don’t even think I would need her.” As he spoke he pushed in deeper, and of course I felt myself pushing back. The head went inside.
“Just a little bit, Coach, god it’s so good…” Blake said, teasing me with it.
“Please don’t fuck, Blake, it’s too much. Blake. Blake!” I said, feeling more of him go inside me, inch after inch of thick rod. Finally he was me to the hilt; I could feel the shaved mound of his pubis against my ass.
“It won’t take long, Coach, I swear. Oh you feel so fuckin good,” he said. His cock pulsed inside me. I was clutching the back of the chair, sweating, watching the door, thinking at any moment someone could come inside and my life would be over.
“Please hurry, Blake...give me that cock. Oh fuck me, kid, fuck my ass,” I said, as Blake pulled back and pushed all the way inside.
“Just a few pumps, Coach, it won’t take me as long to cum this time I swear, oh my god your ass is so tight,” he said with an adult-like growl in his voice that made my cock jump. Blake reached down and felt my hard dick. “Hell yeah,” he said and began to fuck me steadily. “I know you like it, Coach. It’s okay I like it too. Let me fuck you, Coach.” He began to fuck in earnest, pounding me out just like that first time in bed, except now I was bent over and taking it like a bitch. His voice got even deeper as he went at it, and slapped my ass with the back of his hand. “Take it, Coach, take that fuckin cock…”
“Fuck me, Blake. Give me that cum, boy,” I said as Blake clutched my meaty cheeks and used me like a fuck toy, maneuvering my ass on his rod.
“Jenny won’t be around to take my cock anymore so you’re gonna have to do it, Coach. Say you will, Coach. Say you’ll be my bitch,” Blake said, his breathless voice indicating he was close.
“I’ll be your bitch, Blake. Fuck me every chance you get, I need that teen cock and cum in me,” I said, barely aware of the fact that I was cumming all over the back of the chair without touching myself, my rod flexing, bouncing and squirting Coach-dad juice in like an out-of-control garden hose.
“Take it you bitch!” Blake said, and I felt him swell in me and begin to blast.
“Knock me up, Blake. Shoot it deep!” I called out. Blake held himself deep, his cock swelling with each blast of seed that went deep in my gut. Shot after shot, filling my pussy hole and breeding me just like I knew I needed to be bred.
And then he was done, pulling out and breathlessly thanking me. There was nothing left to do but head downstairs to where his parents were, oblivious to the fact that their son had just been balls-deep in my ass. Luanne gave me a wave and a smile from where she was working on her laptop. Jeffrey saw me to the door and shook my hand as Blake stood back, looking much more relaxed than before, a sly smile on his face.
“Like I said, Coach Crane, we really appreciate all you’ve done for Blake, and you’re welcome here anytime,” he said, as his son’s load dripped down my thigh. I went to take my hand back but he clutched it harder and looked in my eyes. “I really mean that. We appreciate everything that you did,” he said.
I let it that sink in as I started up my car and pulled down the driveway, my ass stretched and full of teen jizz. There was no way he could have known, let alone approved of what how I'd been assisting his son. Could he?
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