Ricy's Story

I put my pizza away but forgot my magazine lying on the coffee table. The doorbell rang and I opened the door.

Coach Ramirez was standing there with a big smile on his face. Dressed in a light green polo shirt, school colors, and khaki chinos he was holding a bottle.

As I stepped aside to let him enter, he said, "I thought I'd bring along my favorite beverage," holding up his bottle of tequila.

Closing the door, I said, "You know I am only eighteen. I am old enough for some things, but not old enough for drinking."

Following me into the living room, he said, "It can be our secret. We can have secrets I think."

Lightly touching his arm, I said, "You're the coach. We can have all the secrets you want."

Walking over to the sofa, I asked him to sit and I'd get some glasses. I walked to the kitchen, looking back over my shoulder, and saw him watching me. I smiled at him.

Returning with two glasses, I saw him looking at the copy of Twink World I had left on the coffee table.

Handing him the glasses, I reached down and picked up the magazine and said, "Oops. Sorry, I forgot to put this away." and I put it in the table drawer.

Opening the bottle and pouring us each a drink, he said, "No problem. I like that magazine too."

He handed me a glass and we clinked them together, "To our secret evening," he said. I smiled and took a sip, enjoying the warmth of the liquid sliding down my throat. I sat close to him, and turned a bit toward him with one leg tucked under.

Looking at me, he then said, "It was probably good that Zach came into the locker room when he did. I was probably going to get myself in trouble seeing you standing there like that."

I sat my glass down and looked at him. "I wouldn't have stopped you," I said as I lay my hand on his thigh.

He sat his glass down and looking into my eyes, said, "But now there is nobody to interrupt us."

I climbed over him, straddling his lap, facing him. "Yes, nobody to interrupt us tonight. Just us alone." And I lowered my face down to his and lightly kissed his lips.

He reached up and pulled my face back down to his and put his lips on mine, opening my mouth and letting our tongues dance together.

Breaking the kiss and looking at me, he said, "Are you sure, Ricky?"

For an answer, I put my lips back on his and kissed him passionately. I felt his hands slide up under my shirt and rub up and down my back.

Sitting back on his lap, I pulled my shirt off and tossed it aside. He brought his hands up and started running them over my bare chest, squeezing my flat breasts, and lightly pinching my hard nipples. I moaned and leaned in for another kiss.

I stood up in front of him, undid my shorts, and let them fall. Standing in front of him only wearing my bikini thong underwear, I reached down and took his hand. I pulled him up and led him to the stairs. He followed me up to my bedroom.

Walking into the bedroom, he grabbed me and pulled me to him. I pushed back and grabbed his shirt and lifted it. He raised his arms and I pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside.

He pulled my face to him and we kissed again as I fumbled with his pants, unzipping them, sliding my hand inside, and grabbing the hard bulge in his underwear. He moaned into my mouth as I continued to unfasten his pants and push them down. I put my hand inside his underwear and wrapped it around his hard cock.

He pushed me onto the bed and pushed his underwear off. My eyes were fixed on his rock-hard cock, probably nine inches. He climbed onto the bed and grabbed my underwear and pulled them down, me lifting my hips to help.

He looked down at me, lying there naked on the bed. He ran his hands up and down my chest and belly, pausing to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples.

Then he leaned over and took my hard cock deep into his mouth. He sucked on my cock for a few minutes, and me moaning the whole time. Then he lifted my legs and kissed down my taint. I reached down and grabbed my knees and pulled my legs up as high as I could, exposing my anxious hole to him.

Leaning down, he pressed his face to me, his tongue pushing into my eager hole. I moaned loudly, holding my legs up. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Coach's tongue fucking me.

He raised up, his arms trapping my legs up. I reached over to the nightstand and picked up the tube of lube and handed it to him. He squirted a glob onto his cock and stroked it up and down. Then he leaned over me, and I felt the head of his cock jabbing, searching for my hole.

When his cock found its target, he pushed the head into me. I gasped and grabbed his back, my eyes locked onto his. Slowly, he pushed completely into me until his body was pressed against me. He leaned over and kissed me, my head rising to meet him, our tongues dancing together.

Then he slowly pulled back until just the head was in me and slowly pushed all the way back into me. He continued long slow strokes. It drove me crazy. My hands dug into his back, gasping and panting, moaning, trying to hump up against his thrusts.

"Fuck me," I yelled, "Fuck me."

He picked up the pace and soon I gave a girly scream, and dug my fingers into his back as my orgasm flooded over me.

I shot my load onto my belly. Coach continued to slam into me, now hard and fast. I was crying out with every thrust. After a while, he shoved completely into me, holding his cock there, and shot a big load of warm seed deep inside me. I could feel his cock pulse as he orgasmed.

Spent, coach Ramirez released my rubbery legs, they fell to his side. He slowly pulled his cock out of me and rolled over onto his back beside me on the bed. I raised up and looking at him said, "Wow, that was incredible."

I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. "Don't go away, I'll be right back," I said as I climbed out of bed.

I went into the bathroom and got a warm wash rag to clean myself off, making sure to clean as much of coach's cum from in me as I could. Then I went back into the bedroom with a clean, warm wash rag. Coach Ramirez was still lying on the bed, looking at me. His spent cock was lying against his right thigh.

I climbed onto the bed and gently wiped his crotch area with the warm cloth. He smiled at me and said, "You are really full service."

After wiping around his crotch, I tossed the rag aside and leaned over, and kissed up and down his cock. I loved the way it twitched with every kiss.

I pulled the foreskin back and took his cock into my mouth. I held it there, feeling it harden. Swirling my tongue around it I began to suck up and down. It didn't take long, soon Coach Ramirez was rock hard again.

I continued sucking for a while, then looking up at him, I climbed on top, straddling his hips. I reached behind myself and grabbed his cock, guiding it to my waiting hole. I lowered myself down onto him as he watched. Once settled, I slowly rocked my hips back and forth, up and down, all the time staring into his eyes. He grasped my hips and helped guide me, riding his cock.

After a few minutes, he shoved me over off of him. As he started to get up on his knees, he ordered me, "On your hands and knees."

I did as he told me, on my hands and knees and he grabbed my hips and drove his cock completely into me. I cried out as he started pounding into me, hard and fast.

Driving into me and holding it, Coach Ramirez shot another load of his warm cum, grinding his belly against my ass trying to get in as deep as he could.

He then pulled out of me and collapsed on his back on the bed. I fell down beside him, gasping, trying to get my breath back. He pulled me over against him and pressed his lips to mine, I opening my mouth welcoming his tongue to play.

After our long passionate kiss, he sat up. Running his hand down my back and squeezing my left ass cheek, he said, "It's getting late, I'd better be going."

"I wish you didn't have to go," I said.

"Me too," he answered as he climbed out of bed, "I'd fuck you all night long if I could." And the bent over to pick up his clothes and got dressed.

I walked him, me naked, down to the front door. We had one more deep kiss before he turned and left. Closing the door, I turned and picked up my phone. I had three messages on it.

(To be continued)