When I was 18 years old and in high school I had a sexual encounter with one of my high school track coaches. I was a sophomore in high school and on the varsity track team. One day near the end of practice I did some sprints to loosen my legs. Suddenly I felt a knot in the back of my leg and I fell to the track in pain.
Two of my teammates helped me to the side of the track. My coach came over and asked what happened, apparently he hadn't seen. "OK, up to the trainer's office."
I was helped up the the training room and was left there alone until coach arrived. Since our practice lasted longer than usual today the trainer had already left. As I sat waiting for coach I started to think how weird I felt when coach placed his hand on my thigh. Coach is about 30 years old, has a belly, black hair, and a five o'clock shadow. I never really felt this way for a guy before, plus he was so much older than me.
Coach walked in and put a water bottle on the counter and then turned and locked the door to the training room. "Dave, why don't you turn over on your stomach and let me take a look at your leg." I did as coach said.
With his fingers running up and down my leg I started to feel tingles running up and down my back. "Well Dave, I am going to have to massage it." Coach walked over to the cabinet and pulled out some bottles. He returned to me and applied some dry heat and began massaging my leg. God it hurt! As coach continued to massage my leg I started to feel his fingers run up to the point where my ass meets my leg. He paused, and then started again. I guess since I did not complain it caused him to work his fingers higher until he was massaging my ass. Coach pulled down my shorts and spread my cheeks a bit and rubbed his fat middle against my asshole.
Walking over to the counter coach put some kind of gel or lotion on some of his fingers and returned to my ass. His middle fingers massaged my butthole again and a finger made it up in me to his knuckles. I groaned in pleasure as I felt coach shoved two fingers up my ass. Then three. My legs were spread wide open so he could get as much as he could up me. Then four of coach's fat fingers made it up my ass.
Coach withdrew his fingers from my wide open ass and reached over and grabbed the water bottle he brought in earlier. "Get up on all fours Dave." I did as coach said and I felt him rub the water bottle up and down the opening of my male cunt. Then he pushed the water bottle in my ass. GODDDDDD it felt GOOOOOOOD. Coach fucked my ass at a furious pace. Without touching my cock I erupted and shot spurts and spurts of hot white jism all over the table.
I collapsed on the table with the bottle still in my ass. Coach walked in front of me and pulled his fat, long, sweaty cock out of his sweats and slapped it against my face. My lips parted and my mouth opened as he slipped his cock in my mouth. Honestly, I was to out of it to suck on his meat, most of the action came as coach fucked my mouth. After a few minutes he pulled his cock out of my mouth, jerked it a little and shot his cum all over my sweat covered face. As some cum slid from my cheeks and into my mouth coach walked around the table and pulled the bottle from my ass.
Sitting down to eat my meager meal after work one day the phone rings. I pick it up with my customary improvised macho "Hello. " "Good evening Mr. Collins, I'm calling from the American Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. " "I see, I replied in less than macho voice already kicking myself for not having the moxy to just tell him to piss off.
I've always told him I find my boyfriend, the corrections officer, attractive in his uniform. Seeing him in it turns me on incredibly. One day I showed up at his house and he was dressed in his uniform and I was immediately turned on. He didn't say anything as he walked up to me, grabbed me by my arms and spun me around to face the wall. "Arms on the wall and spread your legs, boy," he said.
I only attended school for a half a day in my senior year, having taken as many extra courses as was permitted. There was an adult movie theatre in town (in those days they showed the old "nudie cuties" but they were very exciting to an eighteen year old with a perpetual erection.
I tell you that you should make plans to be gone for the weekend, and that you should worry about nothing, but to be dressed casually when I arrive. I arrive on time, and knock gently on your door. You open it with a flourish, and smile warmly. I step in, acknowledging the unspoken greeting.
At 6'4 and 23, this tall youthful blond guy is already a major hunk, but what you really notice are his bright eyes* and amazing smile. Adam always has a great positive attitude, very "up", but not to the point of being bubbly or silly. Until this incident, I have never seen Adam with a hair out of place.
"Live and let live" was definitely the motto in the formerly elegant, now run-down neighborhood. He planned on enjoying the few weeks before his job began at the aircraft plant. He looked forward, too, to working alongside all those men. Jerry met Casey late one might when he was moving in. I'm moving in.
I also never realised they also happen in UK universities. But now I have my own story to tell and although it isn't as worse as some I have read I think you may enjoy it, surprisingly I did, and still am enjoying it. I'll tell you a little bit about myself before I launch into the story. My name is Jake, I am 18 years old and I have just started on a Computing Degree.
My new car, a leftover 2005 Jaguar XJ Super V8. I got it for a 'steal', at $90,330. 00. I told the Jaguar agent that I wouldn't be needing child locks, since I'd never be carrying a child in the car, so he deducted $10 and threw in his cousin's guitar CD. Hey, nothing wrong with some lite classical guitar music, while cruising the countryside. I entered Rt.
If you've been reading these stories, you know all the guidelines. This is fantasy. So enjoy. I go to work every morning around 7:30am. I stop in this store to buy a newspaper, a pop and a bag of chips for lunch. I know great lunch, well im not a big lunch or early morning eater. At my age 50, you have to keep in shape, which I do. Im 5'10 170 pounds shaved head.
After hearing so much about Madonna and the superb job of acting that she did, I decided that I had to see this movie! My boyfriend and I watched it on Saturday night. After crashing at his place, I awoke in the morning to hear some strange noises coming from the kitchen. "Scott", I asked, "What is that?" "You must have been out of it last night. It's my little cousin, Jason. Very nice. My 8.
Cold where we live, its warm in Costa Rica. There are nice little villas that one can rent right at the beach that are cool. Birds and monkeys will be cavorting in the trees, and flowers are everywhere. Hot, humid weather always makes me horny, which Ryan is counting on, I suppose. He wins. We are walking along the beach at about midnight.
The guys in the band were all a few years older than me and one guy in particular was great potential conquest material. Brian was not too bright and fairly affable but so uptight about sex that arranging a situation were I could fuck him without any of our other friends finding out was next to impossible.
Together we discovered masturbation; experimented with each other's growing cocks and looked at each other's body for hair that was supposed to grow. We were typical boys with a quest for manhood. In Junior High we joined a youth hockey league. By now our experimentation had ceased, but I couldn't take my eyes of his developing body.
I was sixteen when the boy in question moved to this neighborhood. He was a keen footballer and spent hours on the field which is conveniently outside my house. I'd never really payed him any more attention than the rest of the boys that frequented the pitch. I think he was left out by the other boys probably because of his race. When he practiced he did it alone.
Over that period of time I've seen a lot of cock and wondered what it would be like to get hold of some of those impressive pieces of meat. Occasionally, some interesting things would happen that would make me wonder if I was going to be able to keep from springing a huge hard-on. I'd see someone with a nice dick and it would look like it was just a bit too big to be completely soft.
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