In my office at work today, as usual I listened to the radio as I worked. The radio was tuned into the oldies station. As I stood at the light table, working on some layouts for a client, the song on the radio changed. Blasting from the radio were the voices of The Shirelles singing Mama Said. I went walkin' the other day, ye-ay-ee-ah-yay,
Everything was goin' fine.
I met a little boy named Billy-Joe,
And then almost lost my mind.
Mama said there'd be days like this,
"There'll be days like this," my mama said.
(Mama said, mama said.)
Mama said there'll be days like this,
"There'll be days like this," my mama said…
Music is a big part of my life, and often songs take me back to events in my life. This song was no different. As I listened to the song I stopped my work, went over to my desk, and sat back in my chair as my mind drifted to another place and time… ~o0o~
My mind was taken back to the spring of 1998; the final weeks of my freshman year of college. Back to a particular weekend, back to a person and back to a day and an event that I will never forget.
That day was a Friday. That particular Friday started out fairly normal. I was supposed to get up early and pack for a trip I was to leave for that afternoon. I was on the tennis team and we had a match that afternoon and another on Saturday morning. That meant we had to stay overnight.
As usual my roommate and I stayed up late playing cards with other guys from our floor. So when my alarm went off, I didn’t hear it. I got up late. I thought of skipping my boring 7:30 history class, but I had already missed more than I should. So I quickly threw on some clothes and headed to class. On my way, I ran into my girlfriend, and she volunteered to go to my room and pack for me. I kissed her and thanked her.
History class was as boring as ever. I never have figured out who had the bright idea to offer one of the most boring classes with a teacher who only spoke in monotone at 7:30 in the damn morning. There was no way anyone could be expected to stay awake for an hour every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Each session seemed to last forever.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity, class was over and I was about to head out of the room when my professor stopped me. He said he needed to talk to me privately. I stayed behind until everyone left. He informed me that unless I did some extra credit work and made every class for the rest of the semester, I was going to fail his class. He told me what his office hours were, and that I could come by and talk to him about the extra credit work. I told him I would meet with him the next week.
All the way to my next class and during it, I couldn’t get my mind off the extra credit work. I was on scholarship and without my scholarship I would not be able to come back to college next fall. So I knew I had to do something to pass the class. Plus I knew that I would face hell from my Dad if he found out.
I made it through my next class, and grabbed some lunch before heading back to my dorm room. I had about thirty minutes before I had to meet the bus to head off to the match.
I got back to the dorm and headed up the stairs to my room. I stuck the key in the door and opened it. When I did, the first thing I saw was my roommate’s naked buttocks. His briefs and jeans were around his ankles, and he was behind some girl rapidly thrusting into her. I was not shocked. This was not a strange sight for me. It was something I had regularly seen since we became roommates in the fall. The only thing different about it was that he had the girl bent over my bed instead of his. At first neither of them heard me enter the room; no surprise as they were both moaning so loudly. They carried on with their fucking as I walked into the room.
I just wanted to grab my bag and get out of there. I started to speak to tell him that I was sorry for interrupting but I didn’t get much of it out when both of them jumped. It was then I noticed who he had impaled on his erection. It was not just some random girl he was fucking; it was my damn girlfriend who was bouncing on the end of his rod.
“What the fuck?” I exclaimed.
They both started to apologize, saying they didn’t mean for it to happen. You know all the shit you say when you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn’t be doing. Blah…blah…blah…
I looked at my roommate. “You fuck my girl and even do it on my bed. Who the hell does that shit? I thought we were friends.”
We were still arguing a little later, when I realized I was going to be late if I didn’t go. I told my roommate I’d move out when I got back. Then I looked at my slut of a girlfriend. I told her if she wanted him that bad we were done. I slammed the door and left.
The trip to the match was horrendous. I was in a fucking bad mood, and I let everyone around me know it. I sat on the very back seat with my headphones on listening to music. I was a total bastard to everyone on the bus. All I could do was sit and think about my lousy day. Every time I closed my eyes I saw my roommate’s fuzz-covered ass thrusting in and out of my girlfriend.
After awhile my coach, Patrick Matthews, came back and sat with me. Coach Matthews and I met during the first week of college. I didn’t know it then, but he ended up filling many roles in my college life – advisor, professor, and tennis coach. We ended up spending a great deal of time together, and in the process we became friends. He was probably the best friend I had on campus. He sat down beside me on the seat.
He patted me on the leg. “So what’s up kiddo?” Kiddo was his term for all his students.
“Nothing, just some bad shit going on. It’s just been a bad fucking day, coach.”
“Care to talk about it?”
“Not right now.”
“Okay, but you know you can anytime. In fact why don’t you meet me for dinner tonight and we’ll talk about it then.”
“I thought your wife was meeting you tonight?”
“Nope, didn’t work out. She is on duty all weekend at the hospital. You know the life of a doctor. So I am all alone.”
“I’ll think about it. I’ll let you know later. The way I feel right now after my match I just want to grab some beer and sit in the hotel room all night. It’s been one hell of a day. I just want to drink until I forget it.”
He stood up and started to walk toward the front of the bus. He turned around and looked down at me and said, “Okay Mike, we’ll talk later. Oh by the way you know what my mama used to say don’t you?”
“No, what did she used to say?”
He started to dance and sing Mama said there’d be days like this
as he walked to the front of the bus.
As he walked to the front of the bus, I couldn’t help but smile, both at his bad singing and from looking at his hot ass and body. I could always count on Coach Matthews to make me forget my problems. Even if it wasn’t something he said, his great body always served as a great distraction for me.
If you haven’t guessed by now, I am a bisexual man. Even then, I fully enjoyed the sexual experience with both men and women.
At eighteen years old, I wasn’t bad looking and kept in great shape due to working out as well as the sports I played often. I stood tall at 6 foot, and weighed 200 pounds. I had medium length dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and I was muscular. I played volleyball and tennis for the college. I also frequently spent time in the swimming pool. All of that kept me in shape. Even though it was becoming more unfashionable to be so, I maintained my hairy status. I kept it all neatly trimmed with regular grooming. I had experimented with shaving a few times, but didn’t like it. I had a very firm rounded ass which got me plenty of attention from guys and girls alike. Between my legs, I had almost seven inches of circumcised man meat and some nice large balls encased in a nice low-hanging, hairy sack.
In many of our talks during the year, I had confided in Coach Matthews that I was bisexual, but I had never told him that I found him very attractive. I had often copped glances of him especially in the locker room when I thought he wasn’t looking.
Coach Matthews was a good guy. He was a tall, powerfully built man of 37 years of age. He was a veteran of the Army, and well respected by the faculty and students. He coached the tennis team, served as a student advisor, and taught in the health and physical education departments. I was attracted to him and intimidated by him at times too. He had a deep voice and he loved to laugh; both of which I loved to hear.
He had dark brown hair which he kept cut closely to his scalp; even at 37 it was already thinning. He had a nice mustache which was nicely kept, and often sported a five o’clock shadow.
I had seen him in various states of dress and undress. He was lean and fit. He was not ripped, but defined and muscular. His skin had a slight Mediterranean tint. His entire body was covered in a medium dusting of dark brown fur. It was much thicker and seemed darker on his legs. The color of his skin and his dark hair was a great contrast to the white briefs and jocks he often wore in the locker room.
He had a few tattoos on his upper body and arms. He had said they were obtained during his military years. Body heat and a ripe, musky odor always seem to emanate from him. It was an intoxicating aroma that titillated and teased my nostrils.
I had never seen him erect, but he had a nice fat, flaccid cock which protruded down from a nice dark bush with a nice set of low hangers. I often found myself stealing glances of his equipment whenever the opportunity presented itself.
I remember one Saturday he and I met to play tennis and I was afraid I pushed things too far. We were in the locker room alone, showering after the match. We stepped out of the shower and moved to the benches to dry off. I sat down to do my legs. He stood beside me. He put one leg on the bench and started drying his hairy legs and crotch. We were both silent and he caught me looking at his dick. I looked up at him and he was smiling.
“Sorry, Coach. I didn’t mean to look, but you’ve got a big one. Hard not to notice it.”
He looked down at it, and grabbed it in his hand. “I guess I just got lucky. It has served me well through the years.”
We were both silent for awhile as we both dressed. I was really uncomfortable at being caught by him.
Finally Coach broke the silence and said, “Hey, Mike, I don’t care if you look at it. Don’t feel bad about it. It’s always natural to look at what another guy's got.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Yeah, I guess.”
As we walked out of the gym that day, he jokingly said, “Oh by the way just remember you haven’t seen the half of it yet. And I mean that literally.” He winked at me and we parted ways.
I always felt I stepped over the line that day, but Coach Matthews never acted different around me.
My thoughts of Coach Matthews occupied me for the rest of the journey, and seemed to put me in a slightly better mood. Even that couldn’t help me on the tennis courts that day. I lost and I lost badly. My loss put me in an even more despicable mood. Our hotel wasn’t far so I didn’t even stick around for the rest of the match. I set out on foot and walked to the hotel.
In my room, I showered and changed clothes. I sat on the bed for a few minutes flipping through the television channels and thought about jacking off. I finally said fuck it and headed out to see if I could find someone to buy me some beer or something harder. The only way to forget this terrible day was to get drunk. I stopped at the desk on the way out and left Coach a message that I would meet him at the restaurant. I also inquired about where the nearest liquor store was.
I headed down the street and hung out outside the liquor store. I finally found someone who was willing to buy me a six pack of beer. There was a park nearby with a lake so I walked there and sat down and began drinking.
The time to meet Coach got near. I was down to one beer. I hailed a cab to take me to the restaurant. I got there a little early, and I sat down on a bench outside to wait for Coach.
Coach arrived, and I was feeling quite a buzz by then. In fact I didn’t have a care in the world. I was taking the last drink of my last beer when he walked over to me.
“Hey, Mike, what in the hell are you doing?”
I looked up at him. “Hey, Coach, ole buddy, what are you doing here?”
“Well, I thought I was meeting you for dinner, but it looks like you decided to drink yours.”
“Sit down and have one with me, Coach,” I said raising the bottle to my mouth. It was empty and I started to throw it down, but Coach caught it and took it away from me.
He sat down beside me after he threw the bottle in the garbage can. “Okay, kiddo, this isn’t like you. Now what is wrong?”
I just looked at him. “Absolutely nothing, Coach; everything’s fucking wonderful for me. How’s life for you, Coach?” I said, slightly slurring most of my words.
“Mike, don’t even fucking try to tell me everything is alright. I know you. I know you wouldn’t get wasted in front of a restaurant like this.”
“Everything’s fucked up, Coach. And I fucked most of it up. I just fucking don’t care what the hell happens to me right now.”
“What happened, Mike?”
“I’m failing one of my classes and will probably lose my scholarship. My dad is going to beat my ass when he finds out. Then I caught my girlfriend fucking my roommate. Then I lost this damn tennis match.”
“Oh, is that all,” Coach said laughing, trying to lighten the moment.
“Yep, everything is fucking great.” I said trying to stand up. I got dizzy and fell back down on the bench.
“Whoa there, kiddo,” Coach said helping to steady me.
I put my head down and was holding it with my hands, trying to get the world to stop spinning.
He put his hand on my shoulder and leaned in. “Mike, I’m sorry. Listen everything can be worked out. We’ll work on it all together. And don’t worry about the tennis match. There will be others.”
I looked up at him, and stared into his eyes. Coach cocked his head and looked at me. He looked both confused and thoughtful at the same time. Luckily I was drunk enough at the time to feel good, but not too drunk to forget everything.
I guess I fully misread everything. I leaned in and gently pressed my lips against Coach’s and kissed him as slowly and sweetly as I could. At first Coach didn’t do anything, and even started to kiss me back. Suddenly he stopped though and pushed me away.
I couldn’t believe how stupid I had been. I told him I was sorry, and jumped up to run away. My body had other ideas. I stumbled backwards and fell against him. At the same time I began to vomit. He helped me get to the trash can, but still some of it landed on me.
"Hey, easy there, kiddo; come on let's go back to the hotel and see if we can get you sobered up.”
“I don’t want to see the guys tonight. I don’t want to deal with them.”
“It’s okay. You can stay in my room tonight and we’ll talk more. We’ll order some delivery and eat in the room." As he spoke, he evidently caught a whiff of me. "And definitely we need to get you cleaned up too. God you smell awful."
He hailed us a cab. As we were getting into the cab, I tried to apologize to him about the kiss. He told me to forget about it.
“No harm, no foul,” he said.
When we got to the hotel, Coach helped me in, letting me lean against him for support.
The desk clerk saw us. "What happened?" he asked.
“Nothing, sir, he’s just having a bad day. He drank a little too much. I’m going to get him cleaned up and let him sleep it off.”
“Anything I can help you with?”
“No sir. I can handle it. Can you bring a rollaway bed to my room? I’m going to let him sleep in my room so I can keep an eye on him.”
“Sure, sir. I’ll get maintenance to bring one up, but the sofa in your room has a bed in it.”
“That will be fine.”
“There are extra linens in your closet. If you need anything else just let me know.”
"Thanks, we'll be okay. I'll brew him some hot coffee and get him a cold shower. He should be fine."
In the elevator ride up to our room, I mumbled and apologized about everything I had done and everything that had happened. As we rode up, the music in the elevator was the instrumental version of “Mama Tried” and Coach sang right along with it.
When we got to our room, Coach opened the door and helped me inside. I sat down on the end of the bed. He walked over to the couch and sat on it.
"If you want you can take the bed, and I'll sleep over here on the couch," he said.
“No, that’s okay. You don’t even have to pull the bed out. I’ll just sleep on it as is. Just give me a blanket.”
I walked over toward the couch, but Coach stood up and stopped me.
"You get in there and take a long shower and get cleaned up. I'll put on some coffee, get the couch ready for you and order us a pizza, kiddo?"
"Okay sure," I said and headed toward the bathroom. When I stumbled again, Coach decided he had better help me. He walked with me into the bathroom and helped me undress. I did okay with most everything with little help until I got to my briefs. He helped me get them off. I stood there naked in front of him as he adjusted the water. He helped me into the tub and I stood under the water.
“Will you be okay alone for a minute?”
“Yes, go ahead and do what you need to.”
“I’m just going to order a pizza. Not sure you need any now, but you might want some later. I need it now. And we both need some coffee.”
"Thanks, Coach," I said as he walked out of the bathroom.
The water helped me to get a little steadier on my feet. I stood under the flow and bathed myself. I was in the shower for at least fifteen or twenty minutes, maybe longer. I could smell the aroma of coffee coming from the other room. I was doing okay and decided to get out and dry off. I heard someone knocking on the door.
After I dried off, I looked around for my clothes but couldn’t find them. I was going to at least put my briefs back on. I didn’t remember Coach taking them. I don’t know why I did it but I just walked out of the bathroom completely naked.
Coach was at the door paying the pizza delivery guy. I guess the pizza guy must have seen me.
I heard him speak. “Oh my…” he said slowly.
Coach turned to see me naked.
“I couldn’t find my clothes. Do you have them?”
He ran over and grabbed a blanket and tried to wrap it around me.
“Is he okay?” the pizza guy asked.
“Yes. He is fine. But you might want to go before you get another eyeful.”
“O…k….sir. Thanks for the order,” he said. “Do you want me to close the door, sir?”
“Yes that will be great,” Coach said still trying to wrap the blanket around me.
I pushed the blanket away.
“Come on, Mike. Just wrap the blanket around you and sit down. I’ll get you a cup of coffee and we’ll talk.”
“What about my clothes? I just need my underwear.”
“I sent them down to the laundry. They are going to wash them and bring them back later. I’ll get you a pair of my underwear to wear. I think they will fit you.”
He walked over to his luggage and fumbled through it looking for a pair that would fit me.
I moved over and started to lie down on the bed. Coach moved to me carrying a pair of white briefs.
“I thought you were sleeping over here,” Coach said pointing toward the couch.
“I was just going to lie down a minute so we could talk.”
“Okay, Mike, but let’s get you covered up. Here put these on,” he said, handing me some briefs.
I took them and started to pull them on.
“Okay, I’m going to fix you a cup of coffee. You finish putting those on and we’ll talk.”
He turned his back to me, and I got distracted. I saw that his room had a mini-bar. I threw the briefs on the bed and went behind Coach and grabbed a beer.
Coach turned around and saw me drinking the beer.
"Where in the hell did you get that?"
"I found it over there?" I said pointing to the mini-bar.
"Shit," Coach said trying to grab the bottle from me. "Let me have it, Mike. I'll get rid of it."
"Why would you want to do that?" I said struggling against him. I brushed up against him. My exposed, dangling manhood rubbed against Coach's fully clothed crotch.
"That's no fun at all. Let's have some fun, Coach. Let's drink until I forget all the fucking shit from today," I said trying to take another drink.
I pried it free from his grip, and took another drink. I then put the bottle up to Coach's mouth and poured. Coach swallowed some of it but the rest ran down his chin, onto his neck and chest.
"Shit, Mike. Now look at what you've done!" Coach bellowed. He took the bottle from me; he tried to shake and wipe the beer off himself.
I don’t know what came over me. I moved in and grabbed Coach's shirt and pulled him close. "I'll clean it up," I said and buried my mouth in the side of Coach's neck. I licked around the curve of Coach's jaw and across his chin; then my mouth trailed down his throat, neck and shirt, licking up all the beer.
Coach evidently got lost in it for a moment. He didn’t try to push me away or stop it at first. Suddenly though he pulled back. He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back. We gazed into one another’s eyes. Coach broke the connection.
"Mike, you don't want to do this, kiddo. Let’s just go to bed and forget this happened."
"Yes I do, Coach. It's the one thing that has happened today that I know I want to do," I emphatically stated. "I want to forget. I want to forget all about this fucking day. I want to forget my class....my damn girlfriend….my fucking roommate….the damn tennis match.....every fucking thing I've done.....just let me forget it all!" I proclaimed as loudly as I could.
I reached out and pulled Coach into a passionate lip lock, grinding our bodies together in the process. Coach again was reluctant at first but soon returned the kiss. Our stubbly faces rubbed together. Coach's tongue pushed at my lips. I opened my mouth and let it in. His tongue explored my alcohol soaked mouth. I returned the favor hungrily sucking on his tongue before slipping my tongue into his mouth. After a long and very intense kiss, Coach pulled away. We stared at one another. Then he spun me around and pushed my naked body down on the sofa. I fixed my eyes on Coach. Our eyes locked and we glared at each other for a moment.
"You sure you want this, kiddo? All of it, Mike?” Coach asked, placing his hand on his crotch. He cupped his cock and balls to emphasize his question. “Once we start there is no stopping."
I didn’t say anything at first; I looked longingly at Coach's now stirring manhood.
I finally spoke, "Yes I want it. I know I want it. Not just want it. I’ve got to have it." I reached up and tried to kiss him again.
Coach was still hesitant. “Mike, you know I am your teacher. Do you understand that? We could both get in trouble. I could lose my job over this.”
I stood up and let my lips graze on his lips, face, and neck. “I don’t care. Besides I’m not going to tell anyone. I’m sure you won’t.” I moved back from him to sit on the couch.
I was still feeling some of my buzz, and horny as hell. I grabbed my legs and lay back on the couch showing my firm ass to Coach. I spread my cheeks to expose my anus to him. "I want to get fucked, Coach. Fuck me and make me forget," I pleaded and began to finger my puckered hole. Coach stood there watching me; his eyes bore down upon me.
"Fuck me, now, Coach. If you won’t let me drink to forget, please just fuck me until I forget everything."
I reached up and tried to pull Coach down on me. He stumbled and fell onto me. I pulled him into another kiss, and clawed at his clothes. Any resistance to what was happening that Coach had was now gone. He didn’t even fight me at all. As we embraced I couldn’t help but to think that he was supposed to be fucking his wife in this room, but now I was going to get that pleasure.
Coach broke the kiss and stood up. He slowly peeled his shirt off his manly frame. Coach's pectorals were clenched tight; his dark, erect nipples stood up in the midst of his forest of hair. I stared at his hairy chest and the treasure trail that led into his pants. I took it all in, as if this was the first time I had ever seen it.
Coach moved closer to me. He pushed his crotch toward my face. His jeans were fully tented now; his denim covered what looked to be a very impressive, very turgid shaft. There was no hiding the evidence of his arousal.
I stared at his bulge, mesmerized by it. Coach moved his hands to undo his belt. He removed it from his pants, pulling it very slowly, tantalizing me. He then unzipped his fly and wrestled his raging erection free from its confinement.
I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I had seen his cock soft many times. Erect it was even more impressive. It was a little over seven inches when firm. It was beautiful, and hairy, and thick; it was at least five inches around. It was a near perfect cylinder; a sight to behold. There was a slight up curve toward the proud dark red, nearly purple mushroom crown. I always thought Coach was one of the manliest men I had ever known, but seeing him with an erection increased his virile masculinity by at least ten fold.
"Oh God man, it's so big," I feverishly said. I was more aroused than ever. I couldn’t believe I was seeing his cock hard for the first time. Hell I couldn’t believe I was seeing it hard at all.
Coach thrust his crotch forward into my face slightly. I took in a good deep breath. I inhaled his crotch scent into my body and slowly exhaled. He smelled great. He gripped his cock firmly, and ran the thick, veiny shaft down the side of my face. I closed my eyes; my mouth gaped open. I began to breathe heavily as Coach rubbed his hot cock down one side of my face, then the other. I stuck out my tongue, hoping to catch a taste; my first taste of his thick hardness. Coach pressed the beefy, swollen mushroom head of his dick against my wet tongue. I lapped at it hungrily. Then I looked up at Coach. Our eyes met as I sucked his engorged flesh into my wet mouth.
I sucked him and tasted his pre-cum. I pulled back. "Oh man, it tastes so good. Better than I ever imagined it would. You smell and taste so good, Coach," I said and licked all the way down the length of Coach's thick, hairy shaft.
Coach looked down at me. He smiled. “At first I wasn’t sure you were watching me, but then I began to notice it more. After that day in the shower, I had a feeling you might want to do this. I just wasn’t sure we should.”
I slipped the head of his rod between my lips, holding it there, sucking on it like a big nipple. I looked up, and Coach was smiling down at me. He winked. I moved my lips down further onto the shaft, and began my journey to the base, finishing with my lips and nose resting in his bush. He thrust forward a few times. He reached down and put his hand on my head while he thrust and held his hard manhood in my mouth.
“God, Mike, you’re so good at this. Don’t stop. Suck my dick.” Coach groaned out, thrusting into my mouth.
I went back to licking Coach's cock. I let my tongue travel down one side of his sinewy shaft, then back up to the fleshy crown. Then I moved my tongue down the other side of his long dick. I pulled him into me and buried my nose in Coach's musty nut sack. I inhaled his musky scent while I bathed, chewed and sucked on his big balls and sweaty sack. I couldn’t believe I was sucking Coach’s balls and cock. I moved my head backwards and gazed at the big dick in front of me.
I guess I stared too long. “Mike, what’s wrong? Are you having second thoughts? Are you sure this is what you want? We can stop if you want.”
I didn’t answer him. Well not verbally anyway. I let my actions speak for me. I moved back to Coach's ball bag. I sucked one big acorn into my mouth and rolled it around; it popped out of my mouth and I sucked hard on the other one of his baby makers. Coach moaned loudly, and returned his hands to the back of my head.
I released his nuts, and licked back up to the fat tip of Coach's stiff manhood. I flicked my tongue at the cleft and jabbed my tongue into his piss slit. Coach ran his fingers through my dark brown hair. He grabbed my head and pressed it down on his cock. He looked down at me as I swallowed his torrid extension. The fat mushroom head pushed at the opening of my tight throat, trying to gain entrance. I gagged at first but slowly forced the hefty prick down my throat. I took it in; all the way down to Coach's hairy pubes. His hairy balls rested against my chin.
Coach moaned and began to buck his hips. His hips pumped his cock into my hungry mouth. I deep throated his engorged meat as if I was starving and his dick was the last meal I would ever get. I let Coach drive it in and out of my throat over and over again. I reached around and took hold of Coach's ass, trying to force his big rod even further down my throat. Coach held my head tighter and began to skull fuck me hard and very rough. I took every inch and every hard, powerful thrust.
Coach suddenly stopped and pulled his dick out of my mouth. I lunged for it at first, but then sat on the couch watching him. Coach sat down on the bed to slip his shoes and socks off. He stood, and I watched as he stripped off his pants, and then slowly slipped out of his white briefs. He stood before me completely naked.
"Are you going to fuck me now," I asked.
"All in good time kiddo." Coach said. "All in good time. Believe me you’re going to get fucked."
Coach got on his knees in front of me. He pushed my legs up in the air and looked at my pink opening. He grabbed my hands. He put them on my legs, and told me to hold them up. I held them up and looked between them as Coach began to run my rock hard erection over his face. He took the head of my dick into his hot mouth, sucking hard on the crown.
I groaned loudly, and threw my head back as Coach worked my aching manhood. His hands roamed all over my body; groping me as far as his hands could reach. One hand groped at my pectorals; he pinched and twisted my distended nipples. Coach’s other hand began to probe my buttocks. His fingers moved in between my round globes to find my sphincter. I whined and squirmed as Coach explored my aching hole with his finger.
"Oh god...finger me, Coach…do me..." I sighed. "Fuck me now, Coach...ooooo god...I want it so bad!" I begged of him.
"Don't worry, Mike; you’re going to get it very soon!" Coach promised as he slipped his lengthy finger in and out of my tight chute.
"Let me see you finger that hole," Coach commanded as he pulled back.
I immediately moved my fingers to my hole. I shoved one, then two of my fingers into my hole. I finger fucked myself hard for my hairy lover. As I did so I looked directly into Coach's eyes.
"Is this what you want to see," I asked breathlessly.
"Oh yeah," Coach growled. He quickly added two of his fingers to mingle with mine inside my tight channel. I squealed loudly as Coach's fingers joined my own in assaulting my tight canal.
"Keep fingering that hole, kiddo," Coach ordered. "Let's get that baby stretched open and ready for my dick!"
"Mmmm...yeaaaahh!" I purred and ground my asshole wildly against the fingers inside me.
Coach twisted his stocky fingers inside my quivering ass. I did the same. We stretched my tight little hole, preparing it for Coach's thick erection. I squirmed and moaned louder and louder.
Coach finally commanded, "Stand up kiddo." He withdrew his invading fingers from my butt hole.
I tried to comply. My legs were very wobbly, but I managed to stand up on the sofa in front of Coach. He got to his feet in front of me and grabbed my hips. He quickly engulfed my dick, sucking it into his wet mouth, swallowing it to the hilt. I cried out. I leaned back into the wall and spread my arms out. My right hand grabbed the corner of the wall, and my left grasped hold of a painting that hung above the sofa. I closed my eyes and writhed against the wall as Coach's mouth and hands stimulated my body.
As Coach continued to deep throat my throbbing hardness, he also let his hands roam all over my body. His hands wandered up and down my hairy legs, over the contours of my abs, then up to my chest and taut, sensitive nipples. His other hand journeyed up the inside of my legs and again his fingers found my willing hole. He initially probed inside my back door with one of his large digits; then he rammed three fingers up hard into me, almost lifting me off my feet.
"Holy shit!" I almost screamed as Coach forced his fingers into me repeatedly as hard as he could.
"Oh god I want it so bad, Coach. Please, Coach…now," I pleaded with him over and over again. "Fuuuuck yeah!" I moaned. "Aaaahhh! Cooaaaaach! Pleaaaase!”
Coach released my dick from his mouth. "You like that huh, kiddo?" Coach asked, and then moved his tongue back to my aching cock, licking up and down my shaft and fingering my hole.
"Oh shit!! Ahhh... Yes!" I moaned. I grabbed Coach's head and arched my rear end back toward his exploring fingers. "Fuck me, Coach! Yeeeesss! Please fuck me!" I grunted trying to keep from being lifted off my feet by Coach's powerful fingers.
Coach pistoned his fingers up into me a few more times, before pulling them out and releasing my now very wet cock from his hot mouth. He climbed up on the sofa with me. He stood in front of me. He pressed into me, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into an all consuming, passionate kiss. Our tongues flickered against the other; battling each other. It further ignited our sexual appetites and our hormones raged.
"Fuck me," I whispered into Coach's mouth.
"You better hold on tight, Mike!" Coach warned. He spit into his hand, and rubbed the spit all over his big hard-on as I watched. He grabbed me under the legs and picked me up. I once again grasped the corner and the painting as Coach lifted my legs. He pinned me hard against the wall. Coach held me and positioned his throbbing hardness under my waiting hole. I sighed as I felt the bulbous head tickle my pulsating rosebud.
"I'll ask one last time, Mike. Give you one more chance to back out. You sure this is what you want, kiddo?" he asked as he held his stiff dick in place at my entrance.
The position I was in was slightly painful. I winced. I moved my head to look down between our naked bodies. The sight of Coach's swollen staff positioned to plow into my tight hole made me shudder. My cock jumped and pushed a drop of pre-cum onto the head. I couldn’t wait to take him deep inside me. I pushed down. I tried to pull my legs wider apart. I tried to open my hole even more. I wanted Coach's big pulsating prick. In my position, I just couldn’t do it. Hell, I couldn’t even speak for some reason. Finally, I nodded my head yes while pushing down on Coach's dick. Coach held firm, teasing his manhood against my wanting hole, taunting me with it.
Finally the words came. They burst from my mouth. "Oh god.....PLEASE....give me that big fucker, Coach!"
"Be careful what you wish for, kiddo! This is going to hurt like a motherfucker!" In one powerful upward thrust he buried the entire length of his fat cock all the way into my tight chute.
My body convulsed. I clenched my eyes shut. I cried out loudly, "Ohhhhh! Fuck!!!" Tears ran down my face. He was right. It hurt. He let his cock rest there; letting me get used to it.
He looked at me, "Sorry, kiddo, but it's best sometimes just to get it over with. Are you still sure you want this?"
I looked at him a moment. Finally I clenched my ass securely around his hard shaft. "Yes!" I cried out. "I want it, Coach. I want it so bad."
Coach began the age-old rhythm. He began to thrust his hips into me, slowly at first.
"Fuck, Mike. What a sweet ass you have!"
After a few minutes he increased the tempo of his thrusts. He delved deeper into me with each rhythmic push. His thick, long appendage moved in and out of my inviting butt. I pressed down against his fat invader as best I could; I met every upward thrust. I moaned like a bitch in heat the whole time. Any pain there had been was completely gone. Coach pounded me relentlessly.
"Oh fuck my ass, Coach! Oh god I love your big dick inside me!"
We were both sweating now. Our bodies glowed with it. Coach’s sweat ran down onto me. His breaths grew harder as he jack hammered into me. I looked over and could see us in the mirror across the room. I watched as the strong muscles of his back, ass and legs strained and flexed as he held me up and powerfully fucked up into me. It must have been too much for him.
He lowered my sweat soaked body to the cushions of the sofa. He placed my shoulders against the foot of the couch. He held me at the hips. My body pointed up into the air; my legs splayed out. Coach lined his cock up with my brown-eye and stabbed hard into my aching hole. I whimpered loudly as Coach plunged his large fuck stick down into me continually.
"Oh, yes, Coach. Give me that dick!" I begged. "Fuck my sweet ass! Harder!...HARDER!"
"Harder, kiddo, you want it harder?!" Coach yelled as he fucked at lightning speed into my writhing body.
I got what I wanted. I got fucked harder and faster; he hammered his monster into me. There was no mercy. He drove his dick into my tight love chute relentlessly; his thrusting hardness probed deep into my insides. Every powerful thrust filled me all the way to his balls with his thick erection. I couldn’t get enough. I stared at Coach’s face, and looked at my ass stuck up in the air as Coach’s cock plowed in and out of me.
After several more thrusts, Coach pulled out and dropped me against the sofa. He sat down on the bed, catching his breath.
"Don't stop," I pleaded, breathing heavily. After having his dick inside me, stretching me open, the empty feeling made me ache for it. I wanted my hole filled again. "Put it back in, please!" I said as I spread my hole, showing Coach my gaping hole.
"Sorry, Mike, I had to stop for a minute or I was going to cum," Coach said. "It's too soon for that. I want this to last. I’m not ready for it to end yet.”
We stayed in our positions for a few moments. Finally coach spoke. “So, kiddo, how do you want it next? Doggie style? Cowboy? Missionary? What will it be?”
I stood up on my weakened legs and crossed the short distance to the foot of the bed. I bent over and pushed my ass out. I reached back and spread my cheeks apart. I made my now swollen and red eye wink at him. "Does this answer your question?"
Coach stood up and stroked his wet, slimy cock. "You sure you want this back in there?" he asked.
My mouth watered and I said yes. He walked over to me and pushed three of his long fingers into my stretched hole. He twisted his fingers hard and deep inside me. I pushed back onto his fingers, clenching my ass tightly around the intruders. I groaned loudly as Coach added a fourth finger, and rammed them into me. He forced upward, and pushed my feet off the floor. I whimpered loudly and begged for more.
"Fuck!" I wailed as my feet were lifted off the ground again and again by his invading fingers. I moaned louder and louder and finally screamed out. “Fuck me!" I couldn’t take it anymore.
Coach pulled his fingers from my hole. I heard him spit and then felt his spittle land on my opening. The next thing I felt was the hot tip of Coach’s dick touch my hole. No sooner than I felt it, Coach plunged his manhood deep into the recesses of my body. I bucked wildly against him, as once again he began to power fuck me.
“Is this what you wanted?" Coach growled.
"Mmmph!..Yeaah!" I stammered as Coach impaled me with his straining shaft.
My head jerked up and down and my cock bobbed back and forth as Coach fucked me with a measured, insistent rhythm of thrusting in and out of my abused hole. His cock fluidly moved in and out of my chute like a well lubed machine. I bucked my hips backwards in answer to his thrusting hips. Each stroke of his cock seemed to send his dick head right across my love nut and sent me into a perpetual state of bliss.
My cries, Coach's grunts and the sound of his balls and his thighs slapping into me filled the room. The bed shook and slammed into the wall as Coach plowed into me over and over. I held onto the sheets and the bed for dear life as Coach pounded away at my ass. I’m sure whoever our neighbors were that night, they heard us. At that point, neither one of us cared; we were past the point of no return. Nothing else mattered. Our only concern was what was going on with the connection below our waists.
"Oh god….don't stop, Coach! Don't ever stop fucking me! Harder, Coach. Deeper."
"Yes, feel that fucker! Take that dick. You like my cock inside your ass don’t you?" Coach said as he skewered me with his thick pole. "Jesus, you’re so fucking tight! This is what you wanted?"
"Fuck yes, Coach!" I moaned and arched my back as I thrust backward into Coach’s groin, rotating my hips, making sure I felt every inch of his one-eyed monster. "Ooooh shit! God, that's a big fucking cock! Aaaahhh!!"
Coach pulled his cock all the way out of my ass then thrust it back in hard, making me squeal. He did it repeatedly several times, making me cry out and beg for more each time.
Suddenly he pulled out and jammed his fingers back into my inflamed and battered hole again, lifting my feet off the ground. I begged him for his dick. I needed it. My body shook all over with my lust for his cock to be inside me again.
Finally Coach put me out of my misery. He picked me up and flipped me over onto the bed. He circled around and climbed on the bed. He lay directly on top of me and pressed his hairy body against mine. He kissed me deep, devouring my mouth with his. Our bodies writhed against one another. He pushed his fingers up into my ass again, and then quickly replaced them with his pulsating stiffness. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me.
“I’m close, Mike. Let’s cum together, kiddo.” Coach said as he wrapped his hand around my throbbing cock and began to jerk me off. Pre-cum gushed from my slit as Coach fucked me and stroked my dick. I wriggled beneath him and moaned more than ever. I loved the feeling of Coach deep inside me. He was stretching my hole to new limits, and he reached new depths inside me each time he speared me with his huge cock. I kept thinking I was going to feel it my throat. Each thrust seemed to push his dick deeper and deeper into my body.
We stared into one another’s eyes. I knew that I was getting close. I could tell by the glazed look of Coach’s eyes that he was going to cum soon too.
For some odd reason, in the midst of my almost drunken stupor – both from alcohol and lust – I remembered that Coach wasn’t wearing a rubber.
“Coach, should we be doing this?”
Coach continued to thrust and stammered as he spoke. “Mike, isn’t it a little late to back out now. Sorry there’s no stopping this now. I’m about to come here.”
“No, that’s not what I mean. You’re not wearing anything.”
“Well I don’t usually wear anything in situations like this. Clothes do seem to get in the way.”
“No, not that. You know….a rubber. Shouldn’t you be wearing a rubber?”
“You just think of that now. My cock is buried in your ass and I’m about to cum. Relax. It’s okay. I’m safe. Aren’t you?”
Nothing else was said. Coach was too far gone anyway. There was no way he was pulling out at that point. There was no stopping the destination of the train we were on. He resumed his thrusts, pushing them into high gear at rapid speed. He intensified the stroking of my cock, which was oozing pre-cum by the gallons and aching for release.
"Oh god! Coach, I'm going to fucking blow," I began to howl. My abs clenched tight, my balls churned and suddenly my dick exploded. The first blast of my cum landed short, but the second shot torpedoed over my head, ignited by Coach’s cock slamming my prostate. The swollen head of my erection let fly with burst after burst of my seed, launched from my piss slit. Shot after shot of cum exploded on to my stomach and chest; my torso was covered with my creamy load.
"Yeah, shoot that fucking load, baby," Coach said watching my face as I climaxed. The combination of the look of satisfaction on my face and the pulsating of my ass around his cock as I came pushed Coach even closer to his own release.
"Fuck, Mike, I'm close! Almost there,” he cried out as he punch fucked into me now.
Coach leaned down and kissed me as he prepared to fuck his load out. He firmly gripped each of my tight butt cheeks in his hands. He pulled me up and closer to him as he pounded his cock in and out of my ravaged hole. I whimpered as Coach manhandled my body. Our thighs slapped together. Coach's balls slapped against my hole. We thrashed against one another as Coach mercilessly hammered into me.
“Yes, oh God, yes, baby. You are doing it. Take it. Take that cock up your sweet ass. Oh, yes! Oh, god! Take it all! Here it comes, kiddo. I’m gonna shoot my load up your ass!” Coach rambled on as he punched into me over and over. “Here it comes! Here it comes Mike! BABY! Yessssssssssss…..”
Coach held me and ground into me as he bucked and shook violently as a torrent of his cum erupted from his dick and flooded my warm love canal. I felt every muscle in Coach's body harden and convulse as he ground his body against mine. Coach clutched me tight against him. I basked in the feeling of Coach’s cock pulsing inside me as he pumped his dick juice into my ass.
We remained like that for what seemed like forever. We slowly made out, kissing and holding one another, as we felt the aftershocks of our fuck session ripple throughout our bodies. Coach collapsed against me, but stayed inside me letting his cock slowly soften.
Finally his cock slipped out of my cum-filled ass. Coach got up and went to the bathroom to piss. I heard his stream hit the toilet. It seemed like he pissed a gallon.
I moved up on the bed and lay on my side. I lay there very silent thinking about what had happened. I was scared. It had already been a bad day, and now I go and make it worse by letting this happen. Coach meanwhile returned to the room. He was still naked and lay down on the bed beside me. At first he lay spread-eagle on his back, but then moved behind me and spooned against me. I could feel his wet dick against my ass. He kissed my neck and let his hands roam over my chest and torso.
It wasn’t one of my better moments in life, but I guess the day caught up to me. I began to cry.
He kissed my neck. “Are you okay, kiddo?”
I tried to pull away from Coach, but he held me tighter. He turned me around. He held my face as he looked into my eyes. He kissed me, and wiped the tears from my eyes. “Kiddo, everything is going to be okay. Believe me you will forget this day. You’ll forget it all.”
“Is that what you want, Coach? Do you want me to forget it all?” I pulled away and sat up. “Coach, I’m sorry. I should have never let this happen. You’re married. I know how much you love your wife.”
Coach got up from the bed, and came to sit down beside me. “That’s not what I meant, Mike. I don’t want either of us to forget what happened tonight. Mike, there was more than one person fucking in this room tonight. I could have stopped this any time I wanted. I wanted it as much as you did. We were both led around by our damn dicks tonight. If anyone’s guilty then we both are.”
I just stared at him. I didn’t know what to say. He continued. “And yes, kiddo, I do love my wife. This is not going to change that. We fucked, that was all it was, Mike.”
I guess I must have looked dejected or something. Coach continued, “Mike, do you think we are going to be boyfriends now? Is that what you want?”
“No, Coach. Sorry. I’ve never done the boyfriend thing. I enjoy sex with guys, but that’s all it’s ever been. But I didn’t even know you liked guys in that way.”
“Mike, it’s been a long time for me. In fact I wasn’t sure until tonight that I still had that desire. I’m the same as you. I never did the boyfriend relationship thing. I was curious and I explored things.”
“When was that, Coach?”
“I think you told me that you were sixteen; well I was a little bit of a late bloomer. Same age as you are now. My first time wasn’t with my friend’s brother like yours, but with my own brother.” Coach stood up and paced the floor. “Damn, I can’t believe I am telling you this. But I guess after how intimate we were tonight. I guess after you’ve had your dick in someone’s ass you can tell them anything.”
He continued. “My older brother was a well-built guy, and huge. We were both in college, but still lived at home. Our parents were not well-off, and our house was small. We shared a room, and I'd seen him with a hard on quite often. I had even heard him jerk off many times. There were lots of times I just wanted to touch and play with his big cock because I just wanted to feel what it was like. I was just so curious what it would be like to feel another man’s cock. I finally got up the courage to talk to him about it. I asked him if I could help him jerk off. He was so shocked at my suggestion. After a bit, he said no. He was just too freaked out by the thought. Finally one night, he admitted that ever since I asked, he was curious about it too. He let me play with it. He told me it was a one night thing, and nothing was off limits. We did it all. Everything he did to me, I did to him. We never did it again, but after that we were much closer."
I didn’t know what to say at first. I sat there silent. My dick was hardening again after hearing him confide his secret to me. He turned around and asked me if I was okay. I noticed that his cock was erect again too. It was slimy and covered in our mixed juices.
“Was he your only male sex partner?”
“No there were several more during my college years. You are the first in a long time.”
I was staring at his erection and my mouth was watering wanting to taste it again. I guess he noticed. He walked over to me. He held it in his hands and rubbed it against my mouth. About the same time, a loud growl emanated from his intestines.
“Listen, kiddo. There is nothing more than I want right now for you to take my dick back into your mouth. But if I don’t get something to eat, there is no way I’ll ever have the energy to fuck that ass of yours again. What do you say we find a way to warm up some of that pizza?”
I looked up at him with a devious grin, “What if we do both. You have your pizza, and I’ll feast on some sausage.” I grabbed his dick in my hand to emphasize what sausage I wanted.
“Now, kiddo, that is an offer I can’t refuse.”
And we did. I was at the college for three more years. Our friendship grew more and more as the years rolled by. It wasn’t a regular thing, but when the urge struck us, we enjoyed a nice fuck – just to scratch that itch when it flared up.
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