They didn't seem a likely pair, these two high school seniors who were giving each other pleasure on the locker room bench.
It was after 5 PM, and they had sneaked in to steal their secret moments of pleasure. When they were done, they would sneak out, act like their straight friends and stay hard until they were able to do this all over again.
It was the second time they had met, and they had not become too adventuresome, not even approaching the fantasies that their minds had been turning over since they each learned (years before) that thinking about guys made them harder and feel better than thinking about girls ever could. When they were sure that they were alone, they embraced one another and were once again struck by how right their mouths felt, and they wrestled with their tongues kissing eyes, cheeks, lips, neck and thus inflamed their passion. The two athletes were now breathing as heavily as during any workout and were straining against their jocks and sweat shorts.
The only light was from the sunset outside that entered from the high windows above. There was a misty quality to the orange twilight, leftover from the parade of sweaty bodies that had showered there earlier. The only sounds would be the echoes of their groans and words of pleasure. They sat down, face to face on a locker room bench. Thankfully it was bolted to the floor so it could stand their violent movements. Between continued mouth-work and crotch rubbing ("Oh, fuck! That feels great, Tim."), they pulled off each other's shirts and licked off a layer of perspiration while exploring each other pecs, pits, and abdomens.
These guys were true specimens of youth. Tim was definitely the finer of the two, with varsity letters in both football and baseball. 6'1", 180 lbs., brown straight hair, brown eyes, beautifully proportioned. His fascination for guys had made him shy (how else could he not be out fucking the cheerleaders?) Chris was a basketball player, 6'4", 170 lbs. ("cute, but..." the girls said). He was no Tim, but right now, charged with sexual passion, the two appeared equals. As for the girls who overlooked him, Chris, in his current position, would have been the envy of them all.
Their upper bodies were smooth for the most part, save for a trace of hair that led its way down to their crotches, a roadmap to the grand prize. They interlocked their legs and in a tight embrace humped their crotches together grinding and groaning, echoing loudly in the otherwise empty locker room. Tim broke the embrace and grabbed Chris' knees and slide him away from him. "I'm hungry Chris," Tim said in an almost trancelike state. Tim then grabbed the waistband of Chris' sweatshorts and slowly pulled them down the basketball players long legs, pulling them over his shoes and tossing the shorts aside. Tim then pulled Chris halfway back towards him, reached forward and liberated Chris' long, thin (like Chris)
dick from the jock, pushing the constraining pouch to one side. (For some reason, they both liked to keep their jocks and shoes on when getting off.)
When Tim touched the base of Chris' dick and fondled his already tight balls, Chris gasped as a large flow of pre-cum made its way out of his dick slit and dribbled down the underside of his dick.
Tim felt a surge of pre-cum in his own dick but wanted to keep his meat constrained for the time being. "Dinner time," said Tim laughing as he lapped up the bead of pre-cum and licked his way up Chris' ever-harder prick. Chris was almost in heaven and leaned back and closed his eyes as Tim went to work.
Tim slicked up Chris' dick and ball sac with a generous amount of saliva and alternated between steady long mouth strokes and then gently sucking one then the other of Chris' steamy balls. When Tim grabbed the base of Chris' cock and started playing major head games on Chris' purple helmet, Chris stopped him.
"I love what you’re doing, man. But I want us to shoot together." With that said and a long kiss, Chris began reciprocating. When he pulled down Tim's shorts, it looked like Tim had creamed already. There was a huge wet spot where the elastic band of his jock met the pouch, and when Chris pulled the elastic back, a thousand ribbons of pre-cum formed between the fabric and Tim's hairy crotch. Chris was in love with Tim's balls. They were big and firm, hotter than any he had seen in any magazine. Tim put the wide elastic of the jock underneath Tim's balls and started his slavish devotion. Tim liked his own balls too, and sometimes would make himself cum simply by playing with them.
Chris moved up to the thick prick that topped those gorgeous balls and had a suckfest of his
own, coaxing up more and more pre-cum that he would in turn wipe all over his face. Tim was getting close and the time for release was getting close at hand.
As they had done on their first meeting, they locked their legs together and started jerking each other off furiously. Dick to dick, fist to fist, they were like one unit of sexual energy. They were wet with sweat. Their crotches were pools of pre-cum, sweat and saliva. Chris started first, with Tim shooting a millisecond behind. Their young balls churned out ropes of hot, thick cum: Tim's first two spasms splashed the underside of his chin and hung there; an arc of Chris' cum filled a little pool above his collar bone. The remaining spasms coated their chests, stomachs and crotches. When they were both spent, they again embraced tightly and their cum co-mingled in their embrace and the sweet smell of their passion rose to their nostrils.
As they kissed, Chris and Tim were happy. Together they had found fulfillment. Next time, perhaps they would move on further into unexplored territory. Chris had awakened the night before, cumming, in a dream of eating out Tim's ass. Tim had similarly dreamed of Chris sitting on his swollen dick, and sliding all the way down on to it. But that was for next time.
Tim now stood up and stretched. He took his cum-soaked jock off and used it as a cloth to wipe down his hot body. He wouldn't wash it. He wanted to savor this day in his cum stained jock strap forever.
Later, one whiff and he would be in ecstasy. Chris cleaned up in a similar fashion. These guys were whipped! They bent down and took off their shoes and turned to head for the showers. After their first liaison, the shower they took afterward, though only made up of soapy massage and warm embrace, was almost as powerful as the sex they had enjoyed.
Coach Miller was standing about six feet away when they saw him. Needless to say, they were surprised and nervous of the consequences of what the Coach might have just seen. Coach Miller was a fantasy object for every male or female at their high school. He was 28, and when Tim considered the people he knew that he'd like to fuck, Coach Miller was up on the top of his list. When Tim would try and wake up early, one thing that would get him going would be to fantasize about Coach Miller. He would get hard, get up, get out his favorite jock to sniff, and jerk off; then a hot shower, and then he’d start his day. He wasn't thinking about that now. They both were speechless.
Coach Miller looked pretty steely. "Chris, put your gear back on and head home. Tim, go grab a towel. I want to have a word with you in my office."
Tim went down and grabbed a gym towel that barely stretched around his lower torso. With a look back, Chris headed out. Coach Miller picked up Tim's jock and marched down to his office. He dropped the jock down on his desk and sat down in his chair. Tim stood there, nearly naked, but for some reason felt he had a lot of power in the situation.
"Sit down, Tim. I've got some advice for you."
Tim sat and did not try to cover his semi exposed crotch. His limp penis was now lying on top of his drained nutsack, and exposed through the spread of the towel as he spread his legs a little.
"So, you finally went for the big prize, eh Tim?" said Coach somewhat mockingly. Tim wanted to pick up his cum soaked jock that lay on the desk and wipe the smirk off the Coach's face with his cum rag jockstrap.
Tim didn't know what Coach Miller's game was. Coach always struck him as eminently cool, not someone hurtful or judgmental. Tim felt fine sitting there, semi-exposed with a towel and the smell of sweat and cum rising off his young body, and that jock on the desk.
Coach had come back from a run when he came upon the two unauthorized guys in the locker room, and his hot 28 year-old frame was glowing with perspiration. He was wearing a large, loose-fitting tank top that was soaked with sweat. One reason that Coach was such a fantasy object around the high school was his hot body and the fact that he did not dress as the traditional coach; no polyester shorts, shirt and whistle with knee socks for Coach Miller. He was wearing just a pair of black lycra shorts that stopped a few inches above his knees, that oversized tank top, short ankle socks and running shoes; no jockstrap, and no underwear under the shorts; they had caused chaffing in the past. He leaned back in his chair; the sweaty tank top covered his crotch. Tim kept checking out his crotch, as he wanted him, but the over sized shirt served two purposes; as a towel for the sweat, and to cover the almost see-thru bulge in his lyrca shorts
"You know you could have anyone in this school, Tim. You're 18, you've got the best body/looks combination here and you're graduating in three months. Why are you wasting your time with Chris?"
Tim was pissed. Who the fuck was Coach Miller to sit there and comment on his choice of fuck-buddies? Did he know how hard it is to hook up in high school with other guys? Tim knew he wanted to fuck guys and he was beginning to come into his own with that opinion.
His shyness had always held him back and was the excuse for why the hunky stud was without female companionship. Tim was ready to drop his shyness and get what he wanted out of life.
"You think I should be dating a cheerleader and dreaming of copping a feel of tit and some drive-in and then going home and jacking off thinking of how I rubbed her shoulder? Fuck that, Coach. I don't know how much of what you saw back there, but Chris and I were fucking each other and if you can't deal with that, too bad."
Tim was a little surprised by the strength of his response. Coach laughed.
"You weren't fucking, buddy boy, you were sucking each other’s dick and then jacking off like a couple of 12-year olds. You don't have the body of a 12 year-old, so why do you act like one?"
"What do you expect me to do," he asked Coach. He propped his foot up on the edge of Coach's desk. Coach had a full view of Tim's now completely exposed crotch.
"For one thing, don't act like a precocious little fuck, flashing your limp dick at me. Stand up and drop the fuckin’ towel. You want to expose yourself and show me what you got, do it like a man. Stand up naked and show your junk."
Tim sat there. "Stand up, kid and look at yourself in the mirror.”
Tim still sat there.
The last thing Tim wanted was a lecture about how he shouldn't be wasting his time on fucking around with other classmates. Tim stood up in front of the mirror and dropped his towel.
Coach stood behind him. "You're a beautiful man, Tim. Like a statue, perfectly formed. Your feet, your calves, your thighs, your cock, your ballsack, your torso, your arms, your face, your hair. Turn around. Look at you. Your back, your ass. You have the body and looks to get anything or anyone you want in life, and I don't want to see you wasting it." Coach's voice had a hypnotic quality.
"Here's a little news flash, Tim. I like fucking men, too. And I mean really fucking, and not a wimpy little jack-off session. I won't fuck you; I'd like to, but fucking a student is just a little too risky. I don't want to see you waste your time. Embrace who you are and start going for what you want. How'd you hook up with Chris? Did you stumble upon him jacking off and join in?"
"Pretty much," said Tim, feeling more and more the novice, but happy to have someone to talk to.
"Why don't you go after Carl Thomas. He'd let you fuck him in a heart beat."
Carl Thomas was a senior, a swimmer, and an Adonis. Tim was shocked by Coach's suggestion.
"Carl Thomas, the great seducer of women? Did you happen to see him fucking around in the locker room too?"
"No," said Coach, but I've seen him look at you and trust me: when I was in high school, secretly checking out other guy’s crotches`, I learned all the tricks, and Carl wants you in the worse way."
Tim's dick stirred at the thought of fucking Carl. One of Tim's first overt homosexual acts was stealing a pair of Carl's Speedos and using them for serious jack off inspiration.
"So Tim. That's my assignment for you. Find yourself; seduce Carl and get what you want out of your life. Don't be shy because those around you won't accept what you are. Find people who will accept you as you are and then talk to me about what's going on with you."
Tim and Coach would talk in the months ahead, but Tim had his own agenda.
"Okay, Coach. On your advice, I'll try and fuck Carl, but there's something else I want."
"Shoot," said Coach, gathering his stuff, getting ready to leave.
"I want you to be the first to fuck me. How about today?"
"No way, jocko. Too much trouble."
Tim spit into his hand and re-activated his cum-slicked dick and immediately grew throbbing hard. "How will I know how to fuck Carl if I've never fucked or been fucked? I want you Coach. You said you wanted me. Lift up your shirt and show me that you're not hard and I'll go jack off, alone, in the shower."
"Tim... I can't do that." Tim went for it, stood up advanced and lifted the bottom edge of the Coach's tank top and was delighted to see a tree trunk erection heavily constrained by coach's lycra shorts. All the details of his large uncut cock were completely exposed by the thin, skin-tight fabric, and it was all topped off by a large shiny pre-cum soaked circle the size of a half dollar.
"Fuck yes!" said Tim. Tim stroked his own cock and licked the resultant pre-cum off of his hand.
"You want to do it, Tim. You really want me to fuck you, with this, is that what you want?" Coach took off his shirt and grabbed his dick through his shorts.
"Fuck yea, Coach. Fuck me with that sweet anaconda!" Coach walked over and locked his door. Tim stood there stroking his dick and rubbing his pecs. His breathing was heavy and he felt more sexually charged than at any time in his young life.
"Put your jock on," ordered Coach. "If you want me to fuck you, it's going to be on my terms."
Tim took the cum laden jock from the desk. "Put it on backwards, Tim," barked Coach.
Tim looked at Coach, confused. "Just do it, buddy boy." Coach's voice was totally turning Tim on. He turned the jock around and putting it on felt the slimy pouch creep up his ass.
The Coach pulled open his center drawer and using his forearm, Coach cleared his desk off into the drawer, with one sweep. "Lie on your stomach." Tim laid down and his already slimy cock leaked more precum on the desktop. Grabbing Tim's thighs, Coach pulled his ass towards him, and spread Tim's legs and then dove into his ass crack tasting Tim's sweat and cum residue. He chewed the material and soaked it with saliva. He then pulled the elastic aside and Tim almost came as Coach's tongue worked its way up into Tim's asshole. "Fuck yea!" cried Tim.
After slicking up Tim's virgin ass with his tongue, Coach then inserted one finger and then another. Tim was blown away by what he was feeling and his pre-cum flow became a river as Coach's fingers made their way to Tim's prostate. A few strokes and Tim was leaking like a faucet.
Coach was surprised at how relaxed Tim's tight hole was. Tim met the thrusts of Coach's fingers with his own backwards thrusting. "Give me your cock, man," moaned Tim as he looked backwards.
Coach kept up his finger work as he pulled down his lycra shorts. His cock was straining against the lycra for release, and as they dropped, a ribbon of precum stretched from the shorts to the head of his cock. Tim looked back in awe as Coach freed his eight-inch cock. It was thicker than Tim's, smoother too, with a nice pearly goo oozing out of the small exposed opening. There was a circle about the size of a dime exposed at the end of his foreskin, and the Coach's balls were big, and drawn up tight.
"Turn over," said Coach. Coach gently stroked Tim's dick and he reached into his drawer and pulled out a lubricated condom and rolled it on. Tim was in a trance-like state, in anticipation of the fucking he was about to get. Coach pulled Tim up to him and they mouth-fucked. No slight against Chris, but Coach knew his way around a man's mouth. Holding Tim's face, Coach looked at him deeply and asked him, "Are you ready for this?"
In a hoarse, breathy whisper Tim answered, "Oh yea, fuck me Coach."
Coach proceeded to do so, with Coach holding onto Tim's beefy thighs. Coach would slow his pace and reach up stroking Tim's pecs, and giving the occasional jerk on Tim's hard uncut meat. Tim was lost in passion. Tim was just as much fucking Coach with his own thrusts.
"Let's go for it Tim."
They increased their pace. Tim started playing with his balls and jacking his own prick. Coach pulled out, rolled off the condom and started jacking too. Tim had his powerful legs wrapped around Coach's torso. They started coming together. Coach sprayed Tim's face with a heavy stream. Tim's cum was arcing high and splashing his chest and stomach.
When they regained awareness, Tim pulled Coach on top of him and they shared the taste of Coach's cum in their mouths. Coach looked at Tim.
"You little fucking seducer. I always said I'd never fuck a student."
"It won't happen again Coach," Tim said with a mischievous cum-soaked grin. "Well, not until the next time."
When they got off the desk the coach grabbed a towel off the stack he had in his office and slapped Tim’s ass lovingly an unlocked his door and said, “Let’s hit the showers,” Time lifted his towel off the floor and swung it over his shoulder and followed that sweet, taut ass of the Coach’s to the showers. They knew that the locker room was void of all other people and the coach would have flipped the auto locking mechanism on the doors as he returned from his run. Chris could leave and the doors would lock behind him. Tim knew the routine. He just misjudged the length of time the coach would be out for his jog.
Back in the showers, they used two heads that were side by side, and as the coach rinsed off under the running water, Tim immediately took to his knees and had the Coach’s semi limp cock in his mouth and he had his arms wrapped around the Coach’s thighs and was cupping the Coach’s ass cheeks to hold him captive while he sucked on his cock that was growing within his mouth. The Coach immediately stopped and put his hands on Tim’s head, and was now half moving Tim’s head back and forth and half skull fucking him with the thrusting of his hips. Tim had all of the Coach’s man meat in his mouth now and his hand started to roam into the Coach’s ass crevice. The water was hitting the Coach’s back and running down the valley between his cheeks. This was enough lube for Tim to push a finger into the asshole of the Coach, and go for his prostate. Tim had read that it would cause a man to either drop his load faster or a larger load, or both, and Tim was hoping for the last. He wanted to taste the Coach one more time today before departing the gym.
In the mean time, the Coach was on an agenda also. He was now thinking with the little head and wanted desperately to dump a load of nut juice in Tim’s other hot little fuck hole.
The both got their wish in a matter of minutes. Tim could feel the Coach’s nut sack tightened up and withdraw and then he could feel the head of the cock in his mouth swell up even more, and then he felt the first blast of hot cum oozing down his throat. He immediately backed off so the cum would be blasted into his mouth and not directly down his throat. Tim wanted to savor the taste of the Coach’s nut nectar. When he has sucked the last of the load out of the hard cock within his mouth, he started to suck and toughe bath the head of the Coach’s cock.
The Coach’s cock head was going into that spasm that causes one to want absolutely no friction on the head of his prick and he buried his penis a little deeper and held Tim’s head perfectly still and said, “Awww fuck, Tim….Don’t move… Stay still man.” And Tim knew what was happening from the shuttering spasms and did as asked.
When the Coach finally released Tim’s head, he grabbed his arm pits and lifted Tim and pulled his face to meet his own and they immediately kissed. Coach was surprised that Tim shared some of the cum he was still holding in his mouth. They both swallowed what they had in their mouths as they continued to kiss under the running water.
The Coach then knelt and took Tim’s raging erection into his mouth and sucked back the foreskin and then began to give Tim the blowjob of his life. Again, when they consummated it with an orgasm, Tim lifted the Coach and they shared in the bounty.
Turns out, the Coach took on Tim as a special project thee afternoons a week for the rest of the year after school, and he also coached him on the seduction of the male species…not that Tim needed all that much coaching after all. The coach even got to lie on the desk a few times and have Tim push his sheath covered cock into the Coach’s virgin ass. Tim was the first to ever top the Coach. And a fine job he did of it.
Tim and the Coach got to use Tim’s family cabin in the woods for several day prior to Tim’s departing for college. It was on the ruse of a fishing trip that his parents approved, but the fishing rods never left the little tool shed. They were too busy working on two completely different rods.