1 comments/ 48637 views/ 21 favorites Coach's Decision By: timmywells An 18 year old young man's first true love... * The only sound in the nearly deserted locker room came from the spray of the shower splattering on the tile after hitting the body of Ken Lanza, who up until last week was captain of the school soccer team. Now a graduate, he was enjoying what was likely the last shower he would ever take in that locker room, and while he might have had some pangs of nostalgia over the passing of time, that wasn't what was on his mind as he lathered up his body a second time. His thoughts were not on soccer, or the end of his high school days, but were focused on something entirely different. Kenny was lingering as he often did, hoping and praying for his audience to appear, an observer who often would show up when he was showering alone. The observer never spoke and didn't stay long - not nearly long enough - and Kenny never acknowledged the presence of the man peeking around from behind the wall of the drying room. Instead Kenny continued to shower as if no one was there, trying his best to pretend that he wasn't aware of Coach Costas watching him rinse off. It was why Kenny always chose the shower that made it easier for him to be seen, because that was what he wanted. He wanted Coach Costas to look at him and to see his body, but he also wanted him to do more. He wanted the man to come into the shower with him. He wanted him to touch him and teach him things, because there was so much that Kenny didn't know. So much still to learn, and there was no one that Kenny wanted to learn from more than his long-time coach. Inevitably, Coach Costas would duck away as quickly as he had appeared, leaving Kenny alone again, and after Kenny would hear the sound of the door closing that signified that Coach Costas had either left the locker room or entered his office, Kenny would invariably sigh and end his shower. Not before finishing what he had built up to though, and it never took much time. His long and slender cock, which had been in state of semi-erection all during the intense scrubbing he had given it, would now be hard and in Kenny's fist. Kenny's hand never needed more than a couple dozen trips up and down the length of his member before his orgasm would explode all over the tiles. Kenny would be cumming while picturing a different scene; a scenario where Coach Costas did not leave but entered the shower with him, and after soaping each others bodies, Coach would kneel in front of him and take him into his mouth at long last. Of course it never happened, Kenny realized, and never would. Coach wasn't looking at him with lust in his eyes but instead was probably just making sure he was alright and hadn't fallen in there. Why would a grown man want to look at a skinny kid taking a shower? *** Kenny had volunteered to help Coach Costas take inventory of the equipment and lock things up for the summer. It was something that Kenny had done every year he had been in school, and was one of the things that had earned him the nickname of Coach's Pet, and while Darrell Walsh had been kidding when he said it to him that one time, the words had hit home. "Gee," Darrell had said after practice one time, when Kenny had stayed after to work on his footwork with the coach. "It's almost like you're gay for him." Because Kenny had an enviable track record with the girls, Darrell had only said it in jest, but Kenny knew it was true. He had sex with a couple of girls, but it wasn't the same with them. It was fun, but not like with another guy. Kenny's first experience was with a classmate, and it had been wonderful. Awkward and inexperienced, the two of them had a wonderful time learning about the joys of another man's body, and then there was that man who had picked him up hitchhiking. The man was in his 40's, like Coach Costas, and while he had been kind and considerate, he had shown Kenny that he had so much to learn, but also made Kenny realize that he enjoyed the flesh of an older man more than those of his own age. Coach Costas, Kenny thought as he soaped his armpits yet again. Coach had the body of a Greek God, or at least that was the way Kenny saw him. Although they were both about the same height, 5'9" or so, Coach was much different in many ways. Coach Costas was as thick and muscular as Kenny was slender and wiry, with thighs that resembled tree trunks. Coach's legs were so ripped that it didn't seem possible that he could still be so quick on his feet, as he had often proved when he played a little one-on-one with Kenny on occasion. Coach's skin was naturally bronze in hue, which also contrasted greatly with Kenny's pale skin, but the greatest contrast was the hair that covered Coach's body from head to toe. The dark brown fur covered his body from his neck down to his knees, and front and back, as Kenny had learned one day when he accidentally saw Coach Costas undressing in his office. It was only the briefest of glances, but they were a couple of seconds that were forever etched in Kenny's memory. He had opened the door, which was a bit ajar, and had seen Coach Costas in the act of putting on his gym shorts, with his back to Kenny. The sight of that muscular body, still amazingly fit despite his years, had only served to inflame Kenny's desire even higher. Wearing only a jockstrap, Coach Costas was unaware Kenny had been there savoring the view of his ass cheeks framed by the elastic straps of the supporter. Even his buttocks were hairy, Kenny noticed, as he replayed the image of the hirsute man in his mind. What Kenny would have given if Coach had turned around and peeled off his jockstrap, giving him a chance to savor all of his chiseled torso. His cock - what was it like? Kenny had always imagined Coach's cock to be as magnificently sculptured as the rest of him, and it made Kenny more than a little sad to realize that he would never get to see it for himself. *** There he was, Kenny realized as he felt the eyes on him without having to look in his direction. It was as if he had a sixth sense about the coach's presence, and Kenny then did as he often did during these moments, turning part way around to let Coach Costas see more of him while raising his face to the shower head. It was if Kenny was saying - practically screaming, look at me. I want you to look at me, and I'll pretend I don't notice you there checking me out. I'm not a kid any more, am I? I'm a man now, in every way. Those were Kenny's fantasies that were running through his head, and when Kenny dared to take a peek in the direction of the shower room's entrance, it was like his imagination was still in control. There was no way that this was really happening. Coach Costas could not really be entering the room, pulling his towel off and waddling toward Kenny, turning on a faucet just a few feet away from him just like one of the guys. Coach Costas wasn't just one of the guys, though. He was a man. Kenny fought the urge to look at Coach Costas, but he could not resist. Through the mist and the spray Kenny glanced over at Coach, who was facing him as if to say that he wanted him to look at him too, and so he did. From the broad shoulders, the ripped chest and the biceps so muscular and well defined that they were as big as Kenny's thighs, the younger man let his eyes wander down until they locked onto the man's sex, which hung down limply between the slighted bowed thighs. Coach's cock was big; not outrageously long but he was certainly well endowed, especially as far as girth goes. The dusky brown member was really thick, especially around the base, while it tapered down to a rather modest sized glans. Circumcised, Kenny mused as he finally managed to turn away. In his fantasies, Coach Costas had been uncut and his cock had been enormous, but in real life he was more human and even more enthralling, and Kenny made sure his back was turned so that Coach wouldn't see he had an erection. "Steal some of your soap?" Coach Costas said, and he brushed against Kenny to push the pump dispenser, and the feel of the older man's body against his made Kenny almost faint before Coach Costas stepped back under his own shower head. That was intentional, Kenny thought as his heartbeat became more normal. Coach had come over to get some from his dispenser just so he could brush against him. Or was it? Maybe he had tried the other soap things and they were empty? They often were. Coach had his back to Kenny, but was reaching down to scrub his feet, giving Kenny a spectacular view of the underside of his balls and cock as well as his ass. The crack of his ass was hairy too, profusely so. Was Coach showing him his ass on purpose? Kenny was frozen. Nothing that had happened was obvious. Maybe it was all just his over-active imagination. Imagine how he would feel if he reached over and touched coach - grabbed his cock or something and found himself getting thrown against the wall. Having Coach Costas call him a queer and slapping him silly, telling him to get lost and stay lost would be worse than death to Kenny. He had been in the shower for almost fifteen minutes, and Kenny's skin was beginning to get wrinkled from the extended bathing. Just before turning off the spray, Kenny did what Coach Costas had just done, reaching down and washing his feet. As Kenny looked down at what he was watching, he could see the feet of his coach turn around to face him, making it obvious that he was watching him. The hair on his legs was so thick that it made Coach's legs look black, and Kenny felt a little inadequate when he looked at the faint dusting on hair on his own lower calves. Maybe Coach Costas was looking elsewhere, like Kenny had been. What did he look like in this vulnerable position? Probably looked as scrawny and pathetic as he often felt next to his coach, Kenny surmised, and so he quickly straightened up and turned off the shower, padding out to the drying room as fast as he could. Kenny grabbed a towel and quickly dried his scalp, and as he did he heard the other shower turn off. The young man tied the towel around his waist and grabbed another one to finish drying his long chestnut-colored hair with as Coach Costas joined him in the drying room. "Won't be the same without you here, Ken," Coach Costas said, and the young man was startled to hear Coach not call him Kenny like he always had in the past. "Me too," Kenny said, so nervous that his answer made no sense, and he had to turn away because Coach Costas was just standing there, not using the towel he was holding, but instead just looking at him. "Here, let me," Coach Costas said as he appeared in front of Kenny and motioned for him to raise his arms. Kenny did as he was asked, and Coach Costas took the towel and dried Kenny's chest and arms, delicately drying the faint wisps of golden hairs under Kenny's arms before moving the towel downward. Kenny glanced down at the towel he was wearing; a towel that was looking more like a tent as his erection came back in force, and he had to swivel away from Coach Costas so he didn't see it. Coach kept moving the towel though, but now on his back, and Kenny could feel the older man's breath on his neck as he continued to massage the cotton on his skin. "Ken," Coach Costas said softly into Kenny's ear as his hand went down to the towel that was tied around the young man's waist, and suddenly it wasn't there any more. This was like a dream come true, but Kenny was so shocked and scared that even though he wanted it, he couldn't speak or move, but instead felt Coach Costas move his hand down the front of his body. Through the tuft of hair above his privates went the stubby fingers of Coach Costas, and when that beefy hand wrapped around Kenny's throbbing cock the young man's knees buckled a bit. "Coach," Kenny said in a pleading voice. "I'm not Coach," The man said, taking a deep inhale of breath as he felt the stiff cock pulsating in his grasp. "You aren't my student anymore. We're men, and I've waited for what seems like forever for this moment." Kenny wanted to say that he felt the same way, but he couldn't. The room was spinning, his entire body was shaking and as Coach Costas moved his hand along the entire 8" of the lad's erection, Kenny fell back into the older man's chest as he began to cum. The only thing holding Kenny up was the arm Coach Costas had wrapped around Kenny's chest, and when the older man realized what was happening the fist wrapped around the young man's cock slowly stroked away, milking every drop out of Kenny's cock until it went limp in his grasp. Kenny got his legs under himself after his orgasm finally ended, and he watched as the coach's hand came up from his cock, the hairy backs of his fingers dripping with semen. Kenny did not see but heard Coach licking the cum off of his fingers, and then he was being turned around to face his mentor. "I didn't mean to cum so fast - you know," Kenny mumbled as he looked at his coach, his short curly hair still dripping from the shower, "I've dreamed of having that happen for what seems like forever, Coach." "I'm not coach anymore," Coach Costas reminded him. "I'm Anthony." "Can I - Anthony?" Kenny asked, and his former coach nodded while letting Kenny take the towel from his hand. The towel was slightly damp, but that didn't matter to either of them as Kenny began working the cotton over the chiseled upper torso of his mentor. Anthony's muscles were like steel underneath the pelt of fur, and as Kenny dried the older man, the hair regained the wiry feel that Kenny had relished whenever he had brushed against his coach's arms. Coach Costas raised his arms, the massive biceps growing even larger, allowing Kenny to work the towel under his arms. How many times had Kenny looked at these thick tufts of armpit hair that were evident because of the tank top shirts that Coach Costas wore at practices and gotten hard in the process? Armpit hair that was only discernible because it was denser and thicker than the hair on the surrounding area, and now Kenny found himself drawn like a magnet to it. Kenny felt his face flush as he buried his face in the wild jungle of hair, but even though Coach Costas might think he was weird he couldn't help himself. The sounds that the older man made as Kenny licked and kissed all over his underarm made Kenny relax, as did the hand on the back of his head held him close, encouraging him to continue the fulfillment of his fantasy. "Oh, that's so good! Hold it, please," Coach Costas gasped. "Gonna cum if you don't stop." "It's okay," Kenny said, glancing down at the thick cock next to his thigh that was pointing straight out with the veins pulsating in the shaft of his manhood. "Let me." Kenny fell to his knees, his face at eye level with the object of his dreams, and as Kenny took the shaft of Anthony's cock in his hand and tried in vain to get his fingers more than halfway around the base of his swollen manhood, he let his tongue dance on the tip of the head of his cock. The crown of his coach's cock seemed small to Kenny, but that might have been because of the thickness of the rest of his member, which became more and more wide down near the base. The former all-conference winger took the acorn-like glans in his mouth and swabbed it with his tongue before letting his lips venture down the shaft. The girth of the shaft stretched Kenny's mouth to the extreme as he got about 2/3's of the way down the 6" organ, desperately trying to get his nose into the pubic forest around the base, and the young man was heartbroken when he felt his mentor's hands under his arms, lifting him to his feet. "Sorry," Kenny said, saddened that he had disappointed Anthony. "I'm not very good at it yet." "No no no," Anthony said, shaking his head as his hands cradled his former player. "It was beautiful and you were were wonderful. I just don't want to do it here. This is something I want to remember forever. Would you come home with me?" *** Kenny hung up the phone and went into the bedroom, where Coach Costas was waiting for him, naked and standing by the enormous water bed which had the covers pulled down. "Your folks okay with you coming home late?" Coach Costas asked. "I told them that I was staying overnight at a friend's house," Kenny said. "Since I turned eighteen they don't really care if I do that. I'm the last of the kids at home so they probably like the time alone. Was that okay, me saying that?" "On every level," Coach Costas said. "I would love to have you spend the night, and you are staying at a friend's place too, so you told the truth." "Right now you're a friend," Coach Costas said as he pulled Kenny's shirt over his head. "And I hope you'll always be one." "I will be," Kenny said while his pants came undone. "Tonight, we'll be lovers," Coach Costas said. "Right?" "Yes," Kenny said, the word sounding strange but right, because the other times were not like this. "I love you coach." "Sorry," Kenny said after his former coach tilted his head at him. "I mean, Anthony." "It's okay," his mentor said as he tugged down Kenny's underwear, causing the young man's unleashed erection to spring around wildly. "I don't know how to do things," Kenny said as Anthony straightened up to face him, smiling as he felt the cock hit him in the stomach. "Only done stuff with a couple of guys." "After what you did back there in the locker room, I don't think you have much to learn," Anthony Costas assured him. "You got me more aroused in those 90 seconds than I've been in the last 10 years combined, so don't apologize for anything. Okay?" "Okay," Kenny said, sucking in breath through his teeth when he felt the older man's fingers wrapping themselves around his throbbing prong while nibbling on his nipple. "The last three months have been torture for me," the former coach said, explaining and confessing how he had frequently peeked in at Kenny showering when he would practice late with him. "Watching you shower and getting dressed was agony, knowing that even though you were 18 I still couldn't tell you how I felt because you were still my student. I've held myself back - how I don't know - but I did, until now." "I knew you were watching me in the shower," Kenny said. "I loved it when you would look at me. Made me feel like a real man." "Oh, you've been a real man for quite a while," Anthony said with a smile as he looked down at the long cock in his hand. "I still can't get over how well-endowed you are, and I want to experience your beautiful cock in every way. Do you know what I mean?" "I think so," Kenny said, reaching over and grabbing his mentor's thick stub, which was as hard as it had ever been. "But first I want to finish..." Kenny went down on his knees before his former coach and took the fat member in his mouth once again, but this time Anthony couldn't have peeled him off even if he wanted to, which he obviously didn't. Kenny's mouth struggled down the thick shaft while his hand reached up and found Anthony's balls, which were just as meaty as the rest of him, and while Kenny churned the nut sac his mouth kept working further and further down until his nose was grazing the forest above his member. Kenny felt the coach's fingers running through his hair, cradling his head with his hands as he took all of Anthony in his mouth that he could manage, desperately trying but failing to get down all the way because of the outrageous thickness of the shaft. Kenny felt the coach's hairy nut sac brush against his chin every time his lips went down toward the base of his member, his mouth hitting his hand which held the stump of the coach's cock and that was how Kenny felt the surge as his coach cried out a second before he erupted in his protege's mouth. Coach's Decision Kenny let the hot seed cascade down his throat in a series of spurts that made the coach's knees turn to jelly, forcing himself to keep swallowing even when he feared he would choke. After his orgasm finally ended, Anthony helped Kenny to his feet, giving him a warm embrace, and the feel of the coach's hirsute body against his skin made the young man's erection throb with excitement. It was like being hugged by a teddy bear, Kenny thought as their bodies entwined by the side of the bed before the coach eased him down into the bedding. The waterbed swayed a bit when their bodies handed on it, and then Kenny felt Anthony's hand. Kenny fought the urge to cum and won that battle this time, unlike in the showers at school earlier, and as the coach's hand wrapped around Kenny's throbbing manhood he eased his body against his young lover in the soft and inviting sheets of the waterbed. They embraced while rolling around on the gentle waves, with the coach enjoying the feel of Kenny's body as he ground himself into his lean and smooth torso. Anthony felt Kenny's cock against his own, the long hot poker of his protege rubbing into his flaccid cock, and the coach reached down and squeezed their members together with his fist. "Oh!" they both moaned as one as their cocks were pressed even tighter together when Kenny's hand joined in, and even though the coach had just cum a few moments ago, he had begun to get erect again from the sweet touch of Kenny's body against his own. "Feels so good," Kenny gasped. "Our cocks rubbing together like this." "I want you - want you in me," Anthony said, and when he told his coach that he had never done it and didn't know how, he was assured that he would learn fast. Now Kenny was kneeling behind Anthony, his greased cock so stiff that it arched upward as it sprang around wildly, staring at the hairy crack of his coach ass with the lubricated opening obscured by the profuse fur. Kenny's hands were on the coach's hips, sliding all over the hirsute and muscular back of his mentor as the tip of his dick rested against the crack of his coach's ass, and then a hand was reaching down from below to bring the dick to the portal. "Oh geez!" Kenny groaned as his slender cock slid in easily, and the sensation of the warm cavity surrounding his manhood nearly made him cum right away as he impaled the coach with his cock. "Wait." Kenny wrapped his arms around Anthony as best he could, remaining perfectly still as he fought the urge to orgasm. It felt so good - so warm and snug - and the feel of coach's hairy back against his chest and stomach was everything he had dreamed it would be and more. "Take your time," Anthony said as he savored the feel of the previously virgin penis that had begun to burrow into his bowels. "Your cock feels so good in me. I want you in me deep." Kenny grunted a reply as he let his hand slide under his mentor to grab the semi-turgid manhood that was swaying down below. Kenny pulled on the fat stub that his hand could not encircle and that had made his jaws ache so good. As Anthony got erect, Kenny shivered when the thought came to him that maybe later their positions would be reversed, and it would be his coach putting his cock into him, or at least trying to. It didn't seem possible, but although the idea of Anthony putting that outrageously thick piston of flesh into his virgin anus was terrifying, it was also arousing to think of being impaled by the man he loved so much. As Kenny stroked his coach's back he began to move a bit, even letting his cock slip in and out a little but before easing it back in, and as Kenny gained more control of himself his strokes became deeper and quicker. "Oh that's so good," the coach was saying as his star player's manhood sank most of his prong before retracting almost all the way out again, and when Kenny slid back in his mentor thrust his ass back at him. "Give it all to me. I want it all." Kenny did what he was told, and they both groaned as Ken impaled Coach Costas with every inch of his cock, and when Coach told him to go hard and fast, he did. The bed was rocking as their flesh slapped together, the noise echoing like thunder in the small bedroom as Ken thrust hard and deep while his hands went all over the hirsute body of his mentor. Ken's sweat was flying all over the coach's back as he felt his orgasm rise within him, and when he could hold it back longer he cried out and filled Coach's bowels with what felt like an incredible load of cum, and after he came he stayed hunched over his mentor and embraced him until his deflating cock slipped out of him. Only then did Couch Costas sink down to the mattress, Kenny still riding him as he continued to hold him tight, relishing the feel of his hairy body so much he was reluctant to let go. "Did you like it Ken?" Coach Costas asked after turning around to face his former player. "Was it good for you?" "I loved it," Ken said, suddenly unable to resist kissing his mentor, and when the coach returned the affection they continued, with Ken relishing the feel of their bodies and expecially their cocks rubbing together. "Will you do it to me?" "I - I don't think that's a good idea," Coach Costas said. "Please," Ken found himself asking. "Please, Anthony? I want you to take me. I'm not afraid." "I don't want to hurt you." "I know you won't. I want to experience it, and I want you to be the first," Ken asked. "Please?" *** Anthony Costas looked at the pale, slender lad kneeling on the bed before him, his creamy little rear end up high. Below, Kenny's long nut sac and dangling cock swayed lazily as Anthony spread the bony ass cheeks apart and saw the pink puckered ring, looking every bit as virginal as it was. Coach Costas ran his tongue over the opening, hearing the started gasp from his protege at the sensation, and when the tongue flicked inside his hairless anus the gasp became a squeal. Anthony probed the tight orifice as deep as his tongue could go while reaching down and squeezing Ken's meaty nuts, rolling the meaty orbs in his palm with he rimmed him. Kenny was hard again already, the coach noted when he tried to grab Ken's cock and found the long prong curled upward toward his stomach, a tribute to his reslience as well as his arousal from the rimming he was getting. Kenny's face was buried in the pillow as he squirmed under his coach's burrowing tongue, and when he felt the hand grab his cock and begin to stroke the shaft his body shuddered as he spat a little seed onto the sheets below him. After Anthony felt Ken's dick go limp he milked it dry and then straightened up and moved close to his protege, his cock still erect and glistening with lube. Ken jumped when he felt the coach insert his cock into his tight anus, and then realzed that it wasn't his cock but a finger. Then a second finger entered his anus, and Kenny bit the pillow hard to muffle the sounds he feared would give away the pain he was feeling. He didn't want Coach to stop, and was willing to endure anything to have him. Anthony brought the head of his member to the virginal ring, telling himself that he would just put the head in, and maybe just a little more, but as the bronze knob popped inside of Ken and he heard the muffled squeal, he knew he would not likely be able to hold back. "You okay, babe?" Anthony asked as he stopped, sliding his hands over the creamy white back of his protege. "Yeah," came a shaky voice from the pillow. "Is it - all in?" "Almost babe," Anthony lied, looking down at most of his dick still outside of the obviously frightened lad, and while he was tempted to stop, Kenny implored him to continue. "Want - want it all," Ken said, mimicing his mentor words of earlier, and with that Anthony slid more of his muscled and generously greased member into Kenny. "You're so tight - so good," Coach Costas was muttering as Kenny felt his anus being stretched out wide as the coach probed deeper with every gentle thrust. Anthony pulled out the half of his cock that had gone in the lad, and after looking at the gaping hole he had caused, slid back in into the impossibly tight orifice, which felt like an oven around his cock. Anthony began thrusting a little harder and deeper while trying to ignore the sounds coming from Kenny. Was he crying? Looking down, he saw nothing but his pubic hair as the ring squeezed the base of his cock, and the sight of seeing all of his tool into Kenny was so amazing that couldn't hold back.. Anthony pulled out just in time to watch his first shot squirt into the gaping opening from just outside, and then he slid back inside all the way again, coating Kenny's bowels with his load and pulling out as soon his orgasm ended. "You okay?" Anthony asked as he rolled over to Kenny's side, and the lad nodded, the pillow wet with his tears. Anthony forced Kenny to look at him, his face red and obviously stressed, but he gave his mentor a smile. "Really. I'm okay. Was it good for you?" "Of course," Anthony assured him. "How about you?" "It was - an experience," Kenny said with a smile. They embraced and dropped off to sleep soon after, with Kenny waking up in the middle of the night. After going to the bathroom he decided to take a shower. The warmth of the spray was soothing, and as Kenny cleaned his throbbing orifice he found it hard to believe that he had actually done it. By the time he finished cleaning back there, he cock was hard from replaying the scene in his mind, and Kenny had just begun to stroke himself when the shower curtain was pulled back a bit and the smiling face of Coach Costas appeared. "I was going to see if you were okay," Coach Costas grinned while looking down at the long slender prong bouncing around like a diving board in front of Kenny. "But obviously you are. Are you always hard?" "I was thinking about you," Kenny said with a sheepish grin. "In that case, let me give you something to remember me by," Coach Costas said as he climbed into the shower and moved Kenny to the back wall before kneeling in front of the lad and taking his cock in hand. Kenny leaned back against the wall and looked down at his coach's lips sliding down the entire length of his manhood and put his hands on his hairy shoulders. He would be going off to college soon, but he knew that every chance he got, he would head home to visit, and those visits would included stopping by to see Coach Costas, because he knew he still had a lot to learn. *** thank you for reading