Discovering Himself

Jake was 18, and had just graduated from high school a week earlier. He had a slender, but slightly athletic build.

Just after the graduation ceremony had ended, Jake had been approached by his athletics coach, Bruce Campbell. His coach congratulated him on graduating and then invited him over to his house the following Saturday.

Coach Campbell was much older at 46 years old, and also much more fit. He was in great shape and had a chiseled, muscular body.

Although he wasn't sure why his coach had invited him over, Jake assumed that perhaps there was a graduation present waiting for him. He knocked on the door and his coach led him inside.

Jake couldn't help but notice his coach's muscular glutes in his cotton shorts as they made their way to the kitchen. The view made Jake excited.

"Can I get you something to drink?" His coach asked. "Soda? Water?"

"I'm good."

"Why don't you have a seat at the kitchen table?" Coach Campbell suggested. "I've been wanting to talk to you about something."

Jake nervously took a seat at the table. Bruce opened the fridge, grabbing a bottle of beer and twisting off the cap. He then joined Jake at the table, sitting across from him and taking a gulp of beer.

"So it's just you and your mom at home, right?" Coach asked. "And I think her name is Kathy?"

"Yes, sir." Jake answered. "My dad passed away when I was young."

"I'm so sorry to hear that. I know that can really make things difficult."

"That's okay." Jake added. "I was really young so I don't remember too much about him. Since then it's just been the two of us."

"No dating?" Coach asked. "I've always thought your mother was quite a beautiful woman."

"No dating, no. She'll occasionally say something like 'I could really use a fun evening' or similar things. I know she's referring to wanting sex, but she doesn't use that word around me." Jake explained. "Maybe I could set you up with her. I think you're only a few years older than she is."

Bruce chuckled as he took a sip of beer.

"That's ok, but thank you for the offer." Bruce answered. "That isn't why I asked you to come over. I had something much more serious to discuss with you."

"Ok. What's up, coach?"

Bruce paused, taking another gulp of beer, as he contemplated how best to proceed with their conversation.

"I noticed something a few months ago that I wanted to discuss with you." The coach explained. "I figured it best to wait until you graduated so I didn't risk getting into trouble with the school or risking my job."

"Am I in trouble, coach?"

"Absolutely not!" Bruce assured him. "But when I mention what I'm going to mention, all I ask is that you be completely honest with me. Can you do that?"

"Yes, sir." Jake answered, still nervous.

"Great. What I noticed was something interesting in athletics." The coach explained. "Perhaps I'm crazy, but... when you were showering with the other seniors, it seemed like you were checking them out a little bit. Looking at their naked, wet bodies. Specifically looking at their penises."

Jake's face flushed red with embarrassment. He lowered his head in shame.

"Yes." Jake answered timidly. "I admit that I would sometimes try to sneak a look at their cocks in the shower."

"Hey, it's okay. You're not in trouble." The coach reminded him, taking another gulp of beer. "Thank you for being honest. This next question... there's really no good way for me to be subtle about it, but again I just want you to be honest. There's no wrong answer, and there is no judgment whatsoever."

"Yes, sir."

"Jake. Tell me the truth." Bruce said. "Are you gay?"

The bluntness of the question caught Jake off guard for a moment. He was fairly confident in his sexuality but he had never been called out on it before. Hearing his coach ask him that had caused his manhood to flinch with excitement in his jeans. Jake took a deep breath before offering his answer.

"Yes. I think so." Jake answered. "I don't know for certain, but I'd say I'm maybe 95% sure that I am homosexual."

"Interesting. What is it that's stopping you from being 100% confident?"

"I definitely am attracted to men." Jake added. "But I guess the sliver of doubt is just because I'm still a virgin, so I feel like I can't say for sure."

"I see." Bruce said, taking a slow sip of his beer as he pondered Jake's explanation. "So the only thing standing in the way of you being certain of your homosexuality is actually having sex with another man?"

"That's how I feel currently, yes."

Jake, although nervous, was starting to feel tingles of excitement as he discussed his sexuality. He had never opened up to anyone about it previously, so this was a welcome change.

"And you're sure that you don't find women attractive? Have you ever looked at pictures of naked girls?"

"I have a few times, but it wasn't very exciting." Jake said. "They have nice butts, but... I don't know. This will probably sound sexist, but... I just think vaginas look really weird. I don't see what's so special about them."

The coach laughed at Jake's honest disposition.

"I suppose they do look a little funny." He told Jake. "And no offense, but it does sound like you know that you're gay. I'm still a little surprised that you aren't 100% confident in that."

"Well, like I said, I'm still a virgin." Jake reminded him. "I am pretty sure I'd enjoy it, but I do want to actually have sex with a man to know for sure."

The coach paused to enjoy another swig of his beer before continuing.

"Have you discussed it with any of your friends?" He asked. "Maybe one or two of them could help you reach a conclusion on your sexuality."

"No, I haven't. You're the only person who has ever asked me about it." Jake explained. "I think everyone else assumes I'm straight."

"They might not make that assumption if they had seen you looking at your naked friends in the shower."

Jake smiled and blushed.

"That's probably true." Jake admitted. "I just couldn't help myself, you know?"

Coach Campbell took another gulp of his beer.

"I understand." He said. "But how are we going to solve this issue? You're about to go off to college. You're going to have so many opportunities to have sex, but you need to figure out what kind of sex you want."

"I guess I need to find a guy to hook up with." Jake answered bluntly.

They both paused, which left a slightly awkward silence. Jake took a deep breath before breaking the silence.

"How about you, coach? Do you want to fool around?" Jake suggested. "I don't suppose you're gay, are you?"

Bruce smiled and finished off his beer, setting the bottle aside.

"No, I'm not gay." The coach answered. "I'm actually bisexual, so I enjoy fucking both men and women."

"Oh, that's cool." Jake said.

"It's certainly a lifestyle I enjoy." Bruce added. "If I think you're cute, I couldn't care less whether you have a penis or a pussy between your legs, sex is on the table."

"Do you think I'm cute, coach?"

"I do think you're a handsome young man, Jake."

Jake blushed again at the compliment.

"Thanks, coach." He said. "I think you're good looking, too. And I think you have a nice body."

"Well thank you. I try to stay fit."

"I can tell." Jake added. "I actually couldn't help but stare at your ass when we were walking to the kitchen. You have a really nice butt."

Coach Campbell chuckled.

"That's very nice to hear." Bruce said. "So when you look at porn or masturbate, do you prefer older men or younger men?"

Jake felt a tingle of excitement as the conversation took a spicy turn.

"Either way. Age doesn't really matter much to me." Jake admitted. "I'm mostly focused on the dick and the things I'd like to do with it."

"I see." Bruce said. "And what types of things do you imagine yourself doing with another man's penis?"

"The usual things." Jake added, getting more excited. "Holding it. Kissing it. Licking it. Putting it in my mouth. Feeling it inside of my ass, and then hopefully feeling it unload in my ass."

"It sounds like you would prefer being more of a bottom than a top. Is that accurate?"

"Yes, sir." Jake told him. "I've always been pretty shy. When it comes to having sex, I feel like I'd prefer for my partner to take the lead and tell me what to do to make it better for them."

"I see. That is certainly a welcome development." Bruce said. "When I have sex with a man, I definitely prefer to be the top. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy sucking on a nice cock, but when it's time to get down to fucking, it's my dick in their ass. I have no desire to be on the receiving end of anal sex."

"Sounds like we'd be a good match for each other, coach." Jake joked nervously.

"I guess you're right." Bruce agreed with a laugh.

Jake's mind was racing with perverted thoughts at this point, almost as fast as the blood was racing to his aroused genitals. When he had arrived, he hadn't been thinking about sex, but now the thought of losing his virginity to his high school athletics coach was the only thing in his mind. He shifted nervously in his seat.

"Everything okay?" Bruce asked.

"Yes, sir." Jake answered. "I'm just... honestly... I'm getting kind of turned on."

"That's not surprising." Bruce said with a chuckle. "We're talking about sex, and boys, and cock, and butts being fucked. I'm getting a little excited myself."

"Really?" Jake asked eagerly. "Do you... maybe... wanna do some stuff with each other?"

"Sure, we could maybe fool around a little bit." Bruce agreed. "Why don't we continue the conversation in the living room?"

They both stood up, and they both were not subtle at having a glance at the other's bulge. They made their way to the living room, where Coach Campbell took a seat on the couch.

"Why don't you take off your jeans?" The coach suggested. "And then you can sit on my lap?"

Another tingle of excitement swept over Jake as he kicked off his shoes and unzipped his jeans. He pulled them down and off, his bulge much more evident in just his briefs.

"Is it okay if I leave my underwear on for now?"

"Of course!" Bruce assured him. "I don't want you to do anything you aren't comfortable with."

Jake took off his shirt as well, but kept his briefs in place for now. He slowly positioned himself on his coach's lap. There was no mistaking the bulge pressing against his rear as his coach put his arm around his waist.

"Is this okay? Are you comfortable?"

"Yes, sir." Jake answered. "Your penis feels really big, coach."

"Your ass feels quite nice on my lap." Bruce said. "Those squat workouts seem to have gotten the job done."

"I never really liked doing squats." Jake told him. "But I do like how they make my cheeks look."

"It's a nice buttocks." Bruce added. "Definitely a nice, fuckable pair of buns."

Jake's heart skipped a beat at the compliment, and manhood throbbed at the kind words.

"Fuckable? You really think so?"

"Very fuckable." Bruce repeated, his hand resting on Jake's inner thigh.

"I'm extremely turned on right now." Jake informed his coach. "My cock is so hard."

"I'd love to feel it." Bruce said. "Would it be okay if I put my hand between your legs?"

"Hell yes."

Jake felt his coach's hand slowly travel up his thigh until it reached his crotch. The hand then cupped the bulge in his briefs, sweetly holding it in its palm.

"My. That is a very hard penis you have in your underwear, young man."

Jake throbbed in his coach's palm. It felt like his erection was going to rip his briefs wide open.

"Coach..." he said. "... would it be okay if I kissed you?"

"I think that sounds like a wonderful idea."

Jake turned his head to his coach and closed his eyes, leaning in until their lips met in a soft embrace. Their mouths opened in unison, allowing their warm, wet tongues to meet as well. As they made out, Jake felt his coach give his penis bulge an occasional, light squeeze.

Jake turned his hips toward his coach slightly, giving them a better angle to make out. He felt his coach's hand release from his crotch and move to the waistband of his underwear. Bruce moved a finger tip underneath the waistband, teasing Jake by sliding it back and forth.

The coach broke their embrace briefly.

"Would it be okay if I put my hand inside of your underwear?"

"Yes, sir."

Bruce smiled and slid his hand into Jake's briefs, fondling his soft, smooth butt cheeks as they resumed making out. Their tongues wrestled back and forth. Jake repositioned so that he was facing his coach, giving Bruce more freedom to grope his young buns. Jake throbbed as his coach gave his ass a hard squeeze.

Jake could feel his coach's thick bulge against his leg. He could also feel his coach's fingertip tracing up and down the length of his asscrack. It finally came to a rest about midway, pushing its way between Jake's cheeks and making contact with his virgin anus. Their kissing intensified as Bruce lightly rubbed his tight, puckered hole.

Jake was much more turned on than even he expected, his penis twitching often. Bruce pushed his fingertip just inside of Jake's anus, fueling the boy's overwhelming lust. Jake couldn't help but break away from their making out. His asshole was winking around his coach's finger.

"I... I think I might cum." Jake announced.

Hearing this made Coach Campbell dig his finger in even more.

"That's fine." Bruce said. "Let it happen. If you need to cum, enjoy yourself and let your balls unload."

Jake's breathing got harder as he grinded and flexed his ass muscles around his coach's finger. He couldn't hold back any longer, ejaculating into the crotch of his underwear. Jake unloaded a generous amount of semen in his briefs before feeling his coach pull the finger out of his asshole. He then climbed off of his lap, standing up in front of his coach.

"I'm sorry, coach."

"About what?"

"I came in my underwear!" Jake shouted. "We didn't even get naked. We were just kissing and then you fingered me. I feel so bad that I couldn't hold out any longer."

"Don't feel bad at all." Bruce told him. "I enjoyed making out with you, I enjoyed fingering you, and I'm happy that you had an orgasm."

"You are?"

"Absolutely." Bruce added. "Why don't you slide those briefs off and we get a closer look at your little mess?"

Jake smiled at the reassurance as he carefully pushed his underwear down his legs. He stepped out of them and held them in a way to not spill any of his spunk. With his penis and testicles exposed to hos coach, Jake took a seat beside him on the couch, showing him the crotch of his soiled briefs.

"That's quite the puddle you made!" The coach said enthusiastically. "You should go ahead and have a taste. Have you ever tasted yourself?"

"Not yet. I've wanted to for a long time." Jake confessed. "But every time I finish, the desire goes away."

"If you're going to be having sex with men, you'll need to become familiar with the taste of semen." Bruce explained.

The coach dipped his finger, the same finger that had just been in Jake's anus, into the puddle, scooping up a small dollop. He then moved his finger toward Jake's face. Jake took the cue, opening his mouth and accepting the dirty finger. He closed his lips around it and slurped his own goo from the coach's finger, swishing it around on his tongue before swallowing it.

"What do you think?"

"Not bad." Jake said. "Not bad at all."

"That's great!" Bruce told him. "Why don't you see how much you can clean up from your briefs?"

Jake accepted the proposed task, bringing his soiled underwear close to his face. He stuck out his tongue and the coach watched as he lapped up his mess, licking and sucking and slurping until it was reduced to just a large, damp stain. The coach took the underwear and gave them a quick sniff before tossing them on top of Jake's discarded jeans.

"How are you feeling now?" Coach Campbell asked. "Has your confidence in your sexuality increased?"

Jake grinned and blushed.

"I'd say it's at 98% certainty now."

The coach chuckled at the young man's answer.

"We're so close." Bruce teased. "I guess we just have to keep at it a bit more."

"I still feel bad though." Jake said. "I didn't even get to show you my dick while it was hard."

"I told you not to feel bad, Jake." Bruce reassured him. "And even soft, I think your penis looks beautiful and adorable."

Jake smiled at the compliment, glancing down at his coach's lap, focusing on the well-defined, prominent bulge in his shorts.

"Can I see yours?" Jake asked timidly. "Can I see your cock?"

Again the coach chuckled.

"I suppose that sounds like a fun idea." Bruce told him. "Would you like to pull my shorts off?"

Without a word, Jake slipped down to his knees in front of the couch. He excitedly grabbed both sides of Bruce's shorts. The coach lifted himself off the couch momentarily so Jake could pull the shorts lower and down to his coach's ankles. His eyes widened when he saw what his coach was packing.

"Oh wow." Jake gasped. "Your cock is fucking huge, coach!"

Another chuckle from the coach.

"Can I touch it?" Jake asked.

"Be my guest!" Bruce told him. "You are welcome to touch it, play with it, do whatever feels right to you."

Jake took the thick penis in his hand, admiring its girth. He glanced below the impressive tool and saw that it was accompanied by two plump, equally impressive testicles.

"This is one fantastic penis, coach."

"I'm glad you like it so much." Bruce said. "It clearly likes you as well."

Jake felt the dick throb in the palm of his hand. He reached out with his other hand and started to feel around his coach's balls. Unable to help himself, Jake leaned in and gave his coach a light, soft kiss on the testicles. He then slowly kissed his way up the shaft, ultimately swiping his tongue along his coach's urethra.

"That feels nice." Bruce told him.

"Tastes nice, too." Jake quipped.

Jake continued to grip the cock as he licked it from base to tip, and back down again. Once at the bottom, he gave the balls another kiss, before using his tongue to trace one of the bulging veins back up the length of his coach's erect penis. This time, Jake opted to take the head of the cock into his mouth, lightly sucking it as his tongue swirled all around and over. He was even treated to a special treat, tasting a droplet of precum that had managed to escape from the incredible phallus.

"Seems like you're enjoying yourself down there." Bruce said with a laugh.

"That's an understatement." Jake replied. "This is a dream come true. I can't get over what an amazing dick you have."

"Perhaps we should continue our play date in the bedroom." Bruce suggested. "There's a lot more room on my bed. How does that sound?"

"I'm okay with that." Jake answered. "So long as I can lick and suck on your penis some more."

The coach stood up from the couch and pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside. Jake also stood up. Bruce offered his hand, which Jake accepted. They then walked down the hallway together, hand in hand, both completely naked and looking forward to continuing their adventure. Entering the bedroom, Bruce went ahead and climbed up, lying down on his back with his erection pointing straight up. Before Jake could join him, the coach posed a request.

"I have a bottle of lube in the top drawer of my nightstand." Coach said. "Could you fetch that?"

Jake opened the drawer and quickly located the lubricant. He also spied something else.

"Hey coach, you have a ruler in here." Jake noted. "Can I measure your dick?"

"If that's what you want, go for it."

Jake grabbed the ruler and closed the drawer. He tossed the lube to his coach and then climbed onto the bed, holding the ruler next to Bruce's cock.

"I gotta know exactly how big you are." Jake said, leaning in close to get an accurate reading. "Nine. Nine fucking inches!"