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Coach 8

Coach 8

by lowcountrybj
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Every once in a while, I get an idea. Everyone is over 18.

I was under a black man. Not just any black man, but the Coach. I am a trainer on the high school football team. It's my job to clean up the left over towels. You know, like a bunch of 17 and 18 year olds couldn't be trained to pick up their towels and put them in the proper bin.

I was just tossing the last of the towels in the laundry bin. Thankfully, I didn't have to wash them. I did have to deliver them to the laundry, unless they came to get them first. Private high school. We had our own laundry service. We also had the money to hire a good coach. Our current coach was Coach Carl. That's what he had us call him.

Coach Carl was in his 40s. I saw a picture of him when he was playing high school ball. It looks like he's put on a bit of weight since high school, most of it muscle. I would always wait for his towel. Tonight, as he walked by to his office, he removed his towel and finished drying himself off. He said, "Is everyone gone?"

I couldn't answer right away. I've seen it before and once again, I was mesmerized by the cock in front of me. In the past, it was always limp. It was still magnificent in that stage, but today, it was hanging out from his body. I wasn't sure if it was fully hard, but didn't care.

I looked up to the Coach and dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. I felt his hand on my head almost immediately, but instead of pulling me off, he just laid his hand on my head. Then he said, "We shouldn't be doing this."

He eventually pulled me off of him and I responded. "If you want me to stop, Coach, I will. But I've been dreaming about this for a long time."

Coach pulls me back on his cock. After 5 minutes of feeding on his cock while on my knees, Coach Carl picks me up and takes me to his office. There, he puts me on his desk. Pulls me so that my head is draped off the edge and feeds his cock to me again.

It took a few minutes before he could get his cock into my throat. Not only had I never sucked a cock this big before, I had never sucked a cock before. I've thought about it a lot though.

As I was thinking about it now, I was not sure that I was sucking so much as having my mouth fucked... and he just gained entry to my throat.

Coach was telling me to breathe through my nose, but I was having hard time doing that because his huge balls were on my nose. I tilted my head back a little further and tried to take a breath. The Coach had just come from the shower, and I was getting a giant whiff of his shower gel. I needed to find out what that fragrance was. It was going to become my favorite.

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Coach did take it out again, but only when I pushed hard enough to get him to reverse. When he entered the second time, he didn't go as deep and didn't stay in place. He started fucking my throat. Just after I pushed him off again, he came. The first two shots landed in my mouth and then he took his cock out and painted my face.

Then he said, "Come on, we need to get you cleaned up."

He had me strip down and walked me to the shower room. As we walked past the laundry bin, he grabbed a couple of towels. We got to the showers. Rich school. Separate showers for each guy. But we had a handicap shower, big enough to get a wheel chair in. Coach marched me over there.

He said, "I hope you like it warm. I don't want you to cool down."

I looked down. He was getting hard again.

The handicap stall has a hand shower. Once the water was up to temp, the Coach grabs the wand and washes me down. Then his rinses himself off. He grabs a bottle of the shower gel, and tells me, "Lather me up, Jack, but only rinse off my back."

I do as I'm told. When I was done, Coach grabs me and backs me up into his body. He has me squirt some shower gel in his hand and he starts rubbing down the front of my body.

When he gets to my cock, it only takes a swipe, maybe two, and I'm cumming. I needed that.

Coach says, "I hope we're not done, Jack. I'm just getting started."

Meanwhile, his cock is on my back and I feel him humping me. Then he says, "Have you ever had a cock up your ass, Jack?"

I answered honestly. "No Sir."

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"Do you want a cock up your ass, Jack?"

He didn't give me time to answer, he had me bend forward slightly and started teasing my asshole with the tip of his cock. That answered my question for me. I said, "Yes Sir."

Coach turned off the shower, and dragged me outside. There is a bench outside of the handicap shower. Coach laid me on my back, and proceeded to lube his cock and my ass with shower gel.

After coaching me (come one... we call him Coach), he was able to get his cock in my ass. I'm not going to lie to you. It hurt at first, but he kept assuring me that it would get better... and it did.

Once most of the pain had gone away, I could feel when his cock draped across my prostate. My cock hadn't been touched since I came and I was hard again. My ass was starting to burn. I don't think the shower gel was the best lube. The burning sensation may have been affecting the Coach as well, and he started to scream as he unloaded a gallon of cum into my ass.

When Coach came, I came as well. It felt like his cock expanded by half again, rubbing across my prostate. It was milking me.

When we were done, the Coach took me in the shower again, and cleaned us both up. He dried me down and then had me dry him down. We walked back to his office and took our towels off and tossed them into the empty laundry bin.

Fuck. The laundry crew had been here while we were in the shower.

Then. I woke up.

Fuck.

I had that dream again.

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