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I am in love. I after last week's incident with Colten two things happened, actually three: I had an encounter with my coach, I realized I need a new girlfriend, and I discovered my love for Ethan.
My name is Terrance, which you should know by now, and two days ago I had just finished up baseball conditioning for the day. It had been a strangely hot day, and so all of the team were pretty nasty when we hit the showers. Colten and I hadn't really talked about what we did the week previous, rather things seemed like they always did. We talked about our girlfriends, we talked about sports and cars, all the typical stuff heterosexual guys like us would talk about, which makes it funny that we had just fucked the week before. Anyway, I was telling Colten about where I was going to take Marissa that night for our date, when coach Haywood came over to us at our lockers.
"Terrance if I could see you real quick when you're done...?" I froze in mid-sentence when he asked me. I nodded and coach went back to his office, but Colten gave me a look.
"He must have heard you talking about his daughter." He was trying not to laugh.
"Man, fuck you..." Red faced, I turned back to grab my gear. It didn't help my relationship with Marissa that her dad was my coach. In fact, whenever I wasn't up to coach's standards (which was more often than I'd like considering I'm used to playing football, not baseball), it would somehow show through Marissa. She'd be more agitated, as if her dad had just given her a huge lecture about how I wasn't good enough for her. But at the same time, I really can't hate on the guy. Ryan Haywood is a great man, not only as a coach but as a dad. He goes to the same church I do (which really isn't that often except for holidays), so I know he's a good person. He's in his late 30's early 40's, has a great bulky frame, and these gray/blue eyes that seem to read into your mind. Every time I talk with coach, it's like he knows everything I'm thinking. So, I do admire him a ton, and I actually have to admit that I've had a few fantasies about him. I quickly tried to forget about that last part before I got a boner in the middle of the locker room. Colten was already heading out the door, calling 'good luck' over his shoulder. Most of the other guys had left too, so I sighed and decided I ought to see coach. After I had showered, I had just slipped on my jockstrap again expecting to change into my boxers, but I figured I could change after I talked to coach or when I got home. I slipped on some basketball shorts over and a shirt, then walked down to Ryan's office. It was a pretty spacious office for any faculty, particularly a coach. I walked right in, but realized that was a mistake. Ryan was on the phone and gave me a look when I interrupted. Except, the thing with him was, he always seemed happy, no matter how angry he was. I figured he was one of those people who are just really calm. He hung up and turned to me.
"How are things Terrance?" He did his famous smile which I'm sure made all the ladies wet.
"Good... they're good..." I could hear the imaginary crickets. He just looked at me, which again felt like he was reading my mind.
"You know I have no problem with you dating my daughter-" My stomach went up into my chest when he said that. I hadn't expected him to bring it up so directly.
"Uh... sir?"
"Really, I trust you. You're a good boy, you even go to church when you can-" I felt a twinge of guilt when he said 'can', "But you must know how I feel when you are having sex with my Marissa. I really don't want her to get a reputation, let alone get pregnant." I just stared at the potted plant on his desk, man that thing needed water. "No? You don't know?" He said it in a friendly tone, he wasn't even faking it, but my head was reeling and I couldn't answer him. "Do you want me to show you?" He stood up and walked around the desk as I continued to avoid his gaze. But when I would have expected him to stop, he kept approaching. He came right up to me, and put his arms on my shoulders in a fatherly way. "Son, I've seen the way you look at me. I've seen it for a while. But I can't give you what you want, and neither can Marissa." I almost dropped dead of embarrassment, how could coach have seen me admiring him?! Was it that obvious?
"Coach I-"
"I'm not going to tell her, don't worry. But I think you should be honest with yourself."
"I'm not gay- I- I definitley like girls-"
"That may be so, but there's another side to you. I'm not judging you, I'm just saying you can't understand how it feels to have your children act this way." I hadn't realized that Haywood had been such a good judge of people. I've known him since I moved to Oakland, but I never thought he would know me that well. Maybe I'm bi, I thought. I have to be a little, I mean, I did it with a guy! Ryan squeezed my shoulders, and I finally looked into his eyes. He had a cute smile on his face, and I wanted to just reach up and touch his short chestnut hair. I guess this guy had been my dark fantasy, but I didn't realize till now how much I had wanted him. The thought of getting touched by a guy so much more mature than me was kind of kinky, I mean, he wasn't old (that'd be gross) but he was seasoned.
"Teach me..." I said quietly.
"Terrance-"
"Teach me how it feels. Please..."
"I've always been proud of you Terrance, but like I said I can't help you with this. This is something you learn from peers, discovering who you are."
"Please- I need this." I couldn't stop myself. I wanted him. I admired him so much it felt... right. He released me and turned away, as if to say 'this conversation is over' but I did something that surprised even myself. I grabbed him tightly around the waist and held him in place. "Teach me." He laughed, which wasn't what I expected.
"You are one handsome kid, Terrance, but-" I didn't let him finish. I reached down and grabbed his crotch. He froze, but did nothing. I started massaging him, squeezing his pectorals with my other hand. I couldn't help but spring a boner, which he obviously felt pressing into his behind.
"You're sure you want to do this... you're an adult and I have to treat you like one." I didn't reply, I just kept touching him. "Then we better go somewhere more private." He grabbed some keys and led me out the back exit. We were out in the staff parking lot, and the sun was still shining brilliantly. We came up to a minivan, not coach's car but the car we used to transport the team during games. I guess it was the schools. We climbed in, and shut the door. It was really quiet except for my heavy breathing. He just looked at me with the same face. I obviously had to take the lead. We were in the back on the bench seat, so I turned to the side to face him more. Shakily, I unbuttoned his dress pants and unzipped the fly. I pulled down his boxers, and slid his goods into view. I almost gasped. It was fucking huge. 9 inches of the thickest uncut meat I had ever seen. It was perfectly straight, but it stuck upward so much it sat right on his belly. His balls were large too, so his whole setup seemed perfect for a porno. I pulled his pants and underwear all the way off, and just rested my head between his thighs. He grabbed hold of the base of his monster and gently tapped my face with his rod. I was glad he didn't just shove it in, we played around first. He pressed the head on my lips, and rubbed the shaft on my facial hair, making that scratchy noise. I knew I couldn't take it all the way, so I just took it half, gently pushing my lips over the thick fucker and bobbing my head to the halfway mark where I had wrapped my hand around. It was so warm and fat, I had never seen an adults cock before in real life. I sucked on the foreskin, pulling it out then sliding it back away. He put his hands in my hair, playing with it as I slowly gave him powerful head. I lifted up his shirt a little, getting even harder when I saw his happy trail or hair going up from his pubes to his belly button. I reached in further and pinched his big nipples, and I felt him flex his massive chest. I was too horny for this, I needed it now! I sat up, and took off my shirt. He got the idea, and gently but firmly turned me around so I was facing away from him and I was half kneeling on the seat.
"Boy you are built like a Tundra" He admired my thick, tan frame. I smiled and put my head down, waiting for what he was going to do. I felt him tug on my shorts so they fell around my knees, and I instantly moaned as I felt something soft and wet swirl around my butthole. He grabbed onto my cheeks with his strong hands, and worked my anus with his tongue. I squirmed a little, but that's because it felt so amazing. He pulled away, and said in a gravelly voice that he'd be right back. He opened the door and bolted out. (I didn't think about it at the time but later I realized he was still half naked). He was only gone for 30 seconds before he came sprinting back. When he got back in and shut the door, he was breathing heavily, but not unusually so; he was in really good shape after all. He got back behind me, and I heard the infamous click of a lube bottle. I didn't look, but I felt him slide two slippery fingers in my hole, which made me groan deeply. Even his fingers were so thick! He kindly tried to loosen me up a little before the punishment came. He adjusted himself, then I felt the hot presence of his dick hovering above my ass. Coach was about to fuck me bareback! I was rock hard in my jockstrap, and the fact that Ryan didn't even take it off me first was really erotic. Then it came. The kind of pain that made me feel like I was getting hit in the head by a baseball bat. I was still pretty new at this. He slowly but surely slid all 9 inches of his perfect meat into my tight anus. He put his hands around my waist as if to steady me, and gave me a couple rubs down on my thighs. His dick was so large and straight, I didn't think I could fit it all, but I did. It throbbed inside of me, it was so hard but very soft at the same time. He slowly began to slide in and out, the foreskin making it extra smooth inside of me. It felt so hot and good, I wanted to scream, but the quiet atmosphere of the van made me only grunt quietly. He quickly found a steady pace at which to pound me, and pound me he did. It had such a rhythm, especially the sound of his muscular front making firm contact with my butt. I had never felt such ecstacy, even though I wasn't even touching my own junk. He put a finger under one of the bands of my jockstrap and pulled it hard. It snapped on my skin, sending a ripple of pain but pleasure into me. I wasn't into SM, but this was hot! He wasn't rough, but he was certainly powerful. His dick penetrated me so deep and so wide I was afraid he'd break me.
"Coach- oh yes..."
"Uhg- y-you're a g-great kid-" He grunted as he thrusted into my backside. The contact of our skin made me tingle, and the movement of his dick was so smooth (thanks to his awesome foreskin) that it glided in and out with no pain or friction; just pure fucking pleasure. I was buzzing with happiness, when he stopped and pulled out. I gasped because it felt like I had just taken an enormous shit, I felt so empty down there. I reached around and realized I could put four fingers inside of me, which freaked me out but was really kinky. "Let's flip you over." His voice was so soft but powerful, and he made everything sound really intelligent when he said it for some reason. I rolled over on my back, which was hard to balance on the seat, but I placed my an arm against the seat back to my right for support. Coach pulled off my shorts the rest of the way, but left my jockstrap. Coach threw my legs over his shoulders, and our beefy bodies connected once more. He finger fucked me a little, then slid his impaler right back inside. It twinged for a second, then felt really nice. He rocked his hips, sliding in and out at a steady, medium pace. With both hands, he cupped my pecs, squeezing them and pinching my nipples. I wanted to return the favor, but since I couldn't reach, I put my free hand behind my head and relaxed. He worked me over for a long while, sometimes I closed my eyes, others I would watch him with passion as he steadily sexed my butt. I wanted it to never end. He kept his eyes locked onto mine, giving me a look that was halfway between his usual smile and heavy pleasure.
"Coach- br-brother Haywood" as I would have called him in church. He squeezed me harder, but didn't speed up. "It feels so fucking g-good. Uhg-"
"You a-re in g-great shape" He grunted and he titled his head back, closing his eyes. Then I felt it. The spasms in his great shaft became great throbs inside of me. I felt him tense up, and groan in a low tone. Then, loads and loads of cum erupted from him; I could feel my insides fill up with the hot stuff. He kept pace the whole time, and I could feel his juices coating me, much of it dripping out of my hole. It gushed out onto the seat, but Ryan just kept going. Then something strange happened; I felt that farmiliar itch or buzz in my cock. For the first time in my life, I came without even touching my dick. Waves of shocking pleasure coursed through me as my dick throbbed and turned my whole jockstrap dark with my wet cum.
"Oh-oh fuuuuck!!!!" I forced myself not to touch my throbbing junk as it shot out the last ropes of semen. Coach laughed a little.
"Glad to know I'm that good." He slapped my stomach in a gesture that said, 'that was great'. But when I expected him to go soft inside of me, he was still rigid. He slid out as hard as ever, and began jerking himself off.
"Damn coach, you have stamina..." He smiled as he slid his foreskin up and down the shaft. I just watched as he whacked off, it was almost hotter watching him fist himself than it was when he fucked me. He moaned again as he came for the second time. Much less came out, but it was still a good amount. He fondled himself, shooting his ropes of cum onto my belly. He smiled and let go of his now deflating cock. He rubbed my inner thighs and smiled. I stretched lazily like a cat, enjoying the heat that had filled the van. We didn't say much, but we cleaned up, redressed and went back to the locker room. Before I left I said, "Hey- thanks for teaching me."
"Terrance, I really don't know why I did that. I- I used to be like you. But I chose to get married and have kids. I just hope this wasn't a mistake..." It was weird to hear coach admit guilt.
"No, it wasn't. I chose this, I practically forced it on you. But I needed it." I turned to leave then thought. "Does this mean I have to break up with Marissa?"
He raised one eyebrow and shrugged. Which basically meant, 'you better fucking break up with her'. I nodded, then left. My experience with coach wasn't better than with Andrew or Colten, it was just different. I didn't expect to ever encounter an adult like that again, but it was something I'd always remember. My ass was sore for the next couple days, but so was my heart when I realized I had to break it off with Marissa. She was a great girl, but I knew she just wasn't the right one for me. I needed someone different. A girl I could trust with my secret. So I got the guts and told her.
I learned that break-up slaps are real, but that things get better. A day after I had broken up with Marissa, I went to go over to Ethan's house. Ethan is a great guy. Ethan isn't in highschool anymore, but he still comes and conditions with us. Since we haven't played any actual games yet, I still wondered if Ethan was really on the team or if he just came because he was friends with the coach and with Colten. Either way, people really like him. He's about a year and a half older than me, and he has a better body than even I. He used to be really small, but the gym became his religion, and pretty soon he was 'roided out' even without steroids. He likes to act tough, but I think of him as a great big teddy bear. He's white (not pale), with green eyes and brown hair, and he is a few inches shorter than me. He isn't fat at all, but he has a bulky frame and great big forearms. He has a smile that is ridiculously cute, and he is absolutely silly; a goof-off but not the annoying kind. Anyway, I went over once in a while just to chill, and usually eat. Ethan is great looking, but his older brothers are even better. Too bad they are all married. Well that day, all of Ethan's family were gone, so after we hit the gym for an hour or so we came back and showered, then kicked it on the couch. I was always kind of nervous around Ethan for some reason, and I couldn't find things to say as easily as around other people. Colten and I talked like brothers, but I was afraid of what Ethan would think of me. We were watching spongebob, when Ethan turned to me with a mischievous grin on his face. "Colten told me what you guys did." For the third time in the last month, I almost threw up from shock. How did people find things out so easily?
"Huh-?" I feigned to be oblivious.
"Come on Terrance, don't be embarrassed. Colten and I sleep together all the time-" He saw my eyes get wide, "Hahaha, no not like that. I mean we share a bed when we stay at each other's houses."
I decided to come clean, "Yeah well that's a lot different. Can we not talk about this...?"
"Didn't you think I'd be jealous?" My heart jumped as I realized this was what I wanted all along. I had lusted after Ethan even since I met him, and to hear him say this was almost unreal.
"Y-you're jealous?" A bead of sweat rolled down my forehead.
"I never could keep a girlfriend. I mean, girls are great, but something about you Terrance. I can't believe I'm saying this. You better fucking feel the same way." It was not how Ethan usually said things, for the first time I realized he was nervous.
"Y-yea. I- oh man." I didn't know what else to say. Ethan came over and climbed right on my lap. I instantly got an erection, which made him smile and he leaned in to kiss me. He was really heavy on top of me, but it made me feel safe. He was a very good kisser. His eyes were closed, but I kept mine open so I could look at his handsome face as he poured his passion into me, and mine into him. I reached my arms around and hugged him tight, his body was so strong and warm, he felt like a raging stallion, putting all his effort into holding still. I suddenly felt guilty for all my past encounters, it's as if I had wished I saved it for Ethan. We hadn't even gotten really sexual yet, just making out and feeling each other's muscular bodies, but I already felt a bond with him like no other. I was fucking in love-
To be continued...