Bonding With Coach

I had my first sexual experience with a grown man when I was 18 years old. I was a sophomore in high school and in Coach Ray's last period PE class. I had stayed after as instructed to begin a week of after-school locker-room cleanup, a duty I had earned for cutting his class the previous week.

Coach Ray was a tall, powerfully built man of 45. A rugged Vietnam veteran, he had become a man early in his life, and was well respected and admired by faculty and students alike. I was attracted to him and intimidated by him at the same time, and as a sat in his office waiting for him, I eyed the various military awards and teaching plaques that hung on the wall. A window in front of his desk looked out into the dressing/shower area, and I could see as a few of the stragglers from the final period gathered their belongings from the benches and exited through a door in the corner.

Suddenly Coach Ray emerged from the athletic field through a private entrance and nodded at me as he placed a netbag of baseball equipment in a corner. When he turned around to face me, he removed his cap, exposing his sexy salt-and-pepper military buzzcut which was rapidly thinning. Sweat rolled down his face and neck, and trickled beneath his shirt. The back and underarms of his shirt were drenched, and as he sat down in the chair beside me, he pulled the shirt off and tossed it into the corner with the sports equipment. He leaned down to look at my discipline report, and I used the opportunity to steal a glance at him.

His entire upper body was coated in thick, dark fur. It started where his short haircut left off, covering the back of his tanned neck and thickening across his back and shoulders, obscuring a few tatoos he'd gotten some years before in his war days. Body heat and a ripe, musky odor emitted from him. A sure sign of an honorable, hardworking man. The acrid stench of his sweaty, hairy armpits teased my nostrils as I watched droplets of liquid run from under his arms down onto his furry chest, stewing his smells together into an intoxicating aroma. He finished scanning the paperwork, and let out a deep breath. He leaned back in his chair, lifted his big, furry arms behind his head, and swiveled around, face to face with me. I had to purposely avoid looking straight into his furry pits, which were inches from my face, in order to avoid exposing the boner in my gym shorts.

Coach Ray looked hard at me for a few seconds, his ice blue eyes piercing mine. Finally he spoke.

"Well, Roger," he began.

"You want to say anything about this?" I didn't know what to say. I looked at the floor nervously, so Coach Ray continued.

"I guess I don't have to tell you that I think you're better than this, Roger. I don't know what is going on with you, but I do know that you are too intelligent a young man to let yourself start getting into trouble."

Sensing the shame and embarrassment I was beginning to feel, he eased up a bit and placed a strong but gentle hand on my shoulder.

"Well, I'm not going to read you the riot act, son", he told me.

"I just want you to know that I'm here for you if you need me. I know your father has never been there for you, and well...I guess I've grown rather fond of you..." He stammered for the words he was looking for. I could tell it wasn't his nature to open himself.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that I would be willing to, uh, spend time with you if you need to talk to someone about these things." He gave me a wink and a grin and told me to get started with my duties.

"I know it's kinda hot in there, so you can grab a shower afterwards if you want." I thanked him and left his office, grateful that he had extended himself to me that way.

Coach Ray was not a hard man by any means, but he was not one to open himself to others. I felt priveleged to have seen a side of him that no one else had, and cheerfully began picking up the litter of towels and jockstraps as Coach sat at his desk behind the window, grading papers from his morning History class. After a half hour of changing paper towels, toilet paper, and mopping the showers, I was sweating pretty heavily and grabbed a fresh towel from a bin.

I undressed on a bench in front of the Coach's window, feeling bold from the ego boost he had given me. I moved about slowly, taking my time, enjoying my nakedness and the rush I felt from being natural and open in front of such a masculine, complete man. I was too nervous to check and see if he had seen me, so I kept my gaze elsewhere as I stood up to head for the shower.

By the time I'd reached the showers, I had a throbbing erection, and could feel my heart beating, rushing blood to my head. I felt high with adrenaline. I stood under the warm water, soaping up my dick. My lathery hands caressed my balls and stroked my cock as the steam enveloped me. I reveled in the pungent smell of crotch and sweat that permeated the room.

Suddenly I felt a familiar hand on my shoulder. I spun around instinctively, startled, and inadvertently exposed my erection. Before me stood Coach Ray, wearing nothing but the silver dog tags around his neck. For a moment I forgot my own erection and stood before him, knowing I was busted but unable to take my eyes off him. I could see the dark, erect nipples sticking up beneath the thick forest of hair. The fur was endless, it even covered his sides, completing the carpet that spread around and obscured his back. His big, strong legs were just as hairy and between them hung nine glorious inches of thick, uncut cock, surrounded by his thick pubic bush and huge testicles.

As I regained my composure and turned around to hide my erection, Coach Ray chuckled and spoke softly to me:

"Don't worry," he told me.

"You don't have to feel embarrassed. You're becoming a man, and what you're doing is completely natural. Hell, I choke my load in here every afternoon, boy."

I relaxed a bit, but my erection had subsided. I was shaking now, not knowing how to feel. Coach Ray broke the tension, asking me to wash his back. I took the soap from him and he turned his back to me. I stared for a few seconds, unable to touch that beautiful hairy back. But I slowly brought the bar of soap to his strong, chiseled shoulders and began slowly lathering him up. His thick fur felt good under my hands, and I played them over every part of his back, going as slow as possible so that this wonderful task would last.

Soon, I discovered that my hands were working firmly over his muscles under the hot water, and I could hear his grunts of pleasure as I caressed the hard days work away from him. He placed his arms against the wall in front of him and rested on them as I continued working down his back. I leaned in closer behind him, trying to get more of that strong, sweaty stink emerging from his underarms, and soon I was completely hard again, precum oozing from my head.

After finishing his back, I fell to my knees instinctively, staring straight into his fur-covered round ass. I lathered up the backs of his thighs, and suddenly realized that his big cock was no longer swinging freely between his legs. He was erect, and I knew it. Nervously, I told him to turn around and rinse. I knew there was no turning back now. I remained on my knees, and when Coach turned around to face me, I was staring into the biggest erection I had ever seen. He was looking down at me with a smile and I knelt there, transfixed by his long, thick man-pole. It stood perfectly erect, the head slightly protruding from his foreskin. I watched in awe as his pisshole slowly crawled out of its hiding place, a huge rope of precum oozing out and hanging from him. I caught it on my finger and slipped it into my mouth, sampling his intimate offering. Coach Ray put a hand around the back of my neck and gently guided my head into his ripe crotch.

"Just do whatever you can handle, son."

Now, at my young age, I had seen a few uncut cocks and were intrigued by them. Even my father had packed a nice uncut unit, which I had stolen curious glances at in my younger years when he was nude around the house. But I had no concept of the way an uncircumcised penis worked. An uncircumcised man is a very sensitive one, the foreskin full of nerves that give him an advantage in pleasure. Uncut men tend to emit large amounts of precum because of this added sensitivity, and are constantly oozing, even when soft. The fluids, when allowed to collect under the foreskin for a few days, thicken into a pungent cheesy substance called smegma. For many it is a turnoff. Not every man can handle the pungent, overpowering smell and taste of cock cheese.

It is a deep commitment to serving that brings a man to his knees before another man, willing and eager to accept any and every natural flavor offered him. I was dedicated that way from the start, sliding my tongue under Coach Ray's skin to sample him. At that moment, I was kneeling there with Coach Ray's big dick in my mouth, in love with cock and with all uncut men. I wrapped my arms around his powerful legs and went down further on him. He pushed his cock deeper, and I could feel his big head filling my throat, sliding in and out of its foreskin inside me. My nose was buried in his pubic hair, his nuts slapping against my chin, and soon Coach let out a throaty moan and began spurting loads of hot semen down my throat.

I couldn't hold it all, and he pulled out, giving me air and spurting rope after rope of hot sperm into my face and mouth. Coach Ray was in ecstasy as he came, his head thrown back as his whole body shook to drain his nuts on me, and he was muttering things under his breath I could not understand. He picked me up and carried me back to the dressing room, kissing me softly as his come stretched between our mouths. He laid me down on a bench with him, holding me tightly in his sweaty, hairy grasp, and collapsed in sleep on top of me.

That night Coach Ray and I began a new stage in our relationship, and he took me home with him. I will share the events of that night in my next submission.

BONDING WITH COACH--PART 2

Coach Ray and I crawled into his black pickup in the school parking lot. My legs were still shaking and my mind was still racing over the shower-room encounter we had shared just a couple of hours ago. I could not believe it was not a dream. I had actually had sex with the object of all my boy-jerk fantasies, my coach. His semen, now dried, still decorated my face and chest and I could smell his scent on me, and inside the truck. Coach Ray started his truck and we were soon rolling down the street, his strong hand resting on my thigh.

I was honored that he had chosen me to be with on this night, after all, a man of his looks and magnetism had an unlimited number of entertainment options on a given night. Coach Ray asked me if I was up for a little action, and I told him yes. He asked me if I had ever heard of a bathhouse. I shook my head curiously. He looked at me uncertainly and asked me if it would bother me to be around a lot of naked gay men having sex. I was instantly intrigued, and my adolescent cock began coming to life in my jeans.

As we drove downtown, Coach explained bathhouses to me. He said that gay men frequented these places to get a workout or Jacuzzi, and to see the local naked men. it was an environment in which gay men had the freedom and privacy to be themselves, to let go of their inhibitions. There were many facilities in the bathhouse where you could have sex openly, and even join in. A man could visit a room which featured porn films, or take a hot steam in the company of naked, sweaty men.

He could take a swim in the pool to relax after spending hours on his knees sucking cock in the glory hole maze. I listened in amazement, expressing my eagerness to Coach. Coach told me that he felt this would be a growing experience for me, and open me up to a world that he felt I was ready for. In short, he explained, I would walk into this place a boy, and leave it as a man. Before I knew it, we had reached our destination. Coach Ray pulled into the crowded parking lot. He put an arm around my shoulder as we walked toward my newfound manhood.

I walked with Coach through the front door and into a small room where there was a cashier window. The attendant was a bearded man with no shirt on. He looked me over and then looked at Coach Ray.

"You know I can't let your friend in here." Coach Ray leaned in toward the window.

"Now, don't you worry about him. That's my boy and I'm going to look after him". He pushed a hundred dollar bill through a crack under the glass.

"He's young, I know, but I'm going to be completely responsible for him."

The attendant pocketed the money and passed a key back to Coach.

"Room 209", he said. He offered Coach a couple of towels, but Coached raised a declining hand.

"Don't need 'em." The attendant buzzed us through a big metal door that led to a changing/locker area. This room, in turn, opened to the right into a long, dark corridor lined with rooms on either side. These were private rooms for sex or rest. As we walked down the corridor, Coach pulled me tightly to him. He found our room and opened the door. Once inside, he stripped off his t-shirt, jeans and boots. I got out of my clothes and Coach put his arms around me. I pressed against him, kissing his hairy chest. He asked me if I felt okay with being there.

"As long as I'm with you, everything's okay," I responded.

Now we were at the end of the long hallway, and entering an open shower area. As we passed, I could see two men using the facilities, and further back, in a corner, there was a tall, muscular black man with his back to us. There was another man, who was white, kneeling on the wet tile between his legs, getting mouth-fucked while jerking his own meat. I looked up at Coach Ray as we reached a steamed-over glass door, and he nodded me through. I opened the door, and stepped in, the thick steam immediately enveloping the two of us.

Coach patted me on the ass, as if telling me it was safe to proceed. Once inside the dimly-lit sauna, I could make out shapes of men sitting on a brick bench that ran all the way around the room. Most of them sat wrapped in towels at the waist, their features obscured in the dense fog. Coach Ray took me by the hand, and led me through the haze, his naked, hairy body glistening with sweat and his nine thick inches swinging proudly between his legs. I could hear his military tags lightly clinking on their chain over the roar of the sauna.

When we reached a corner, Coach took a seat on the wet bench and I sat beside him, sporting a pretty nice hard-on for a sixteen year old boy. I leaned into Coach, running my hands through his fur-covered shoulders and chest, exploring him. Sweat was breaking out on his smooth bald head. He leaned down and brought his mouth to mine. I buried my mouth in his thick, bushy mustache, and then placed my hand on his cock, squeezing him to a full blown erection as we kissed.

Through the steam a man approached us. He was about 6', strongly built, but not as hairy as Coach. He stepped up to us, looking at me.

"Nice boy you got here," the man told Coach. He put a hand on my cheek and looked over at Coach again. Coach Ray nodded his approval, and the man pulled free the towel and it dropped to the floor. The man's cock was an average length, and I watched as it slowly awakened, stiffening and rising up under my nose. A drop of precum crawled out of his piss slit and I scooped it up with my tongue.

Coach Ray slid in behind me, putting his arms around my waist from behind. I leaned my back into his hairy chest, blanketed in warmth and the smell of man. I ran my tongue around the stranger's nice cock head, causing him to jerk in pleasure. Coach watched intently behind me as I took the cock into my mouth and slid my face up and down over it, tasting the spent load that smeared his cock from an earlier orgasm. I moaned softly as Coach whispered encouraging words in my ear, kissing my back and shoulder.

"That's my boy," he whispered.

"Give him all you've got."

Hearing Coach's praise, I dedicated myself to this tasty cock, and the stranger whispered something to Coach about wanting to put it inside me.

"No," Coach quickly responded.

"This is my boy, and my dick is the only one that's going inside him. At least for now." The stranger nodded and fed me more of his cock. I slowly managed to get him into my throat, and began milking him like mad. Suddenly the man pulled out of my mouth and began pumping his dick.

His load spurted from his pulsating cock head, drenching my face with his come. Load after load shot onto me, and soon the man was done. He patted me on the head approvingly and walked away. Coach was hot now. He stood up and guided me onto my back on the bench and threw my outer leg over his shoulder, pressing his hairy mouth to my asshole. The sensation of that bushy mustache grinding my crack and tickling the bottom of my nutsack drove me wild.

Then he raised up, pulling my other leg over his opposite shoulder and I could feel the head of that huge uncut cock pressing my asshole. His entrance was fairly uncomfortable, but the mixture of his saliva and precum, combined with his gentle reassurances, eventually paid off, and he was in me to the balls. Holding me in his arms, he stood up and I was in his complete grip, my legs thrown over his shoulders, my ass impaled on his cock. He kissed me softly and I could feel his dick thickening deep inside my virgin ass. I began to get used to his meat in me, and it became more comfortable.

Coach slowly removed the support of his hands from under my ass, and my full weight was on his cock. Man, it was big. It felt like a tree trunk inside me.

Coach was excited now. I had sacrificed my boyhood to him, giving him something no other man could have. Still inside me, he sat back down on the bench, my body still straddling his. He moved his hips up and down, moving ever-so-slightly in and out of me, and soon a group of several men had formed a circle around us, watching this boy get fucked for the first time.

The black man who we had seen in the shower stepped forward, pulling his towel away and exposing a huge, fat, uncut cock, a good two or three inches more than what Coach had inside me. He moved up and stuck his cock over my shoulder. Coach stared at the big dick, unable to take his eyes off it.

Slowly it moved forward, until the head was grazing Coach's thick mustache, smearing a thick rope of precum deep into it. Coach moaned a sweet, hungry moan and opened his mouth to allow the big dick inside. The black man teased Coach, pulling out of his mouth whenever Coach attempted to suck it.

Coach Ray's moans became more desperate, and finally the man gave him what he wanted. Coach ran his tongue under the moist foreskin, getting the full, natural flavor of this uncut black dick. Soon he had the man deep in his throat, and the black man reached down and took my hand and guided it to Coach's throat so that I could feel him getting throat-fucked from the outside.

I could feel his own cock still fucking my ass, its big, oozing head sliding in and out of its foreskin inside me. Coach Ray was in a state of complete ecstasy, and, from the look in his eyes, I knew that he was absolutely in love with what he was doing. He whimpered sweetly, like a hungry puppy.

I got off on watching this powerful, strong, hairy ex-marine break under the command of this black cock. The black man threw his head back and began pumping the Coach's throat full of come, and Coach took it like a pro. He took a few huge globs of sperm on his face, and then drove his face into mine, kissing me deeply as ropes of the black man's sperm stretched between our mouths and faces.

Suddenly, all the men around us began getting off, stepping up to blow their loads on us. I opened my mouth and took as much as I could from every direction. Coach was amazed, watching a newly made man take load after load of hot semen. He soon began shaking underneath me and I felt his come flood my guts.

He came long and hard, our sweat-and sperm-drenched bodies clinging together in a mutual orgasm. As the last of his load spewed into me, Coach confessed his love for me. I did the same, knowing that something deep within me had changed. Without pulling out of me, Coach Ray picked me up and made for the sauna door. We were both exhausted and needed fresh, cool air.

The group of admirers who had so generously shared their loads with us cleared a path to the door. Coach took me into the shower and held me under the water to clean all the come off me, his big dick finally softening inside me. At that point, I don't think it was possible for two men to feel as close as we did.

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