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I went to work that year with a resolve not to make the same mistakes I'd made before. After all, things were different now! I was a married man, with a newborn baby and the responsibility of providing for my family and all. My new principal (she insisted on being called Ms. McGuire) had evidently not heard of the circumstances behind my leaving my last job. Or else she didn't give a damn. Something told me that maybe my old school was kinder to me in giving a recommendation than they should have been. You see, in my last position I got caught fucking the captain of my varsity team in the locker room after practice. To make matters worse, it was the principal himself who caught us, and the football jock had been the principal's daughter's boyfriend since they were in sixth grade. I was given the option of resigning quietly in exchange for a good recommendation in the future. Only the fact that Jimmy Logan was over the age of eighteen and refused to press charges against me stopped me from being arrested and prosecuted in that case. I later learned that I could have fought the whole thing because of that, but it wasn't worth it. No doubt the principal knew that too, and maybe that's why he didn't spill the beans to Ms. McGuire about me. For sure she hadn't called the school I worked at before that one. No, they would certainly have blown the whistle on me. In that job I was caught with the entire male contingent of the graduating class (those who were over eighteen) in my apartment in a literal orgy of sex and booze and almost every evil thing you can imagine......and maybe some things you would have trouble imagining. But things were different now. Marriage and fatherhood had given me a new perspective. Somehow though, all that changed on my first day of summer practice at my new job. I went into the office (as head football coach I was given the master key to the whole building) and found a paper clip in the secretary's desk so that I could pick the lock on the file cabinet that said "Student Records". There was only one thing I needed to know; whether Todd Roberts was over eighteen or not. He certainly looked it, but I'd been wrong in the past. I found his file, and thought I heard a noise coming from the hallway. There was no time to check anything else other than the box that contained his birth date. Some quick calculations told me that the burly stud quarter- back of my new team had just had a birthday the week prior to the first day of practice. "Yes!" I said aloud, barely getting the file cabinet closed again before Shelia McGuire rounded the corner and swept into the office. "Mr. Reed, how was your first practice?" she asked, and I told her it was most encouraging. Of course I didn't tell her that my initial evaluation had less to do with the athletic talents of the team than it did specifically with the physical charms of the quarterback. "Well you must be tired. Let me walk you to your car" she said, and there was little I could do to argue. What I'd wanted to do was get back into Todd Roberts' file and get his address. Instead I walked next to this overachieving female principal who insisted on being called Ms. McGuire. I couldn't help but notice a plain gold band on her left hand, and wondered what Mister McGuire must be like. I went home and pretended to be a loving husband and father, but I knew that old habits die hard and that I was probably going to make the same mistakes I'd made before. I didn't sleep well that night, with visions of Todd Roberts etched in my mind. Damn, he didn't look like an eighteen-year-old. No, he looked more like he was 23, damned near as tall as me and already broader across the chest. He'd worn the jersey that only covered half his upper body, and even from across the field I could see that his belly was completely coated with thick dark brown hair. There was little doubt that his chest was like- wise blanketed, but I didn't get a chance to find out that first day. I'd sent them in to take showers, figuring that I'd wait just the right amount of time and then make an appearance to scope things out. Of course, the only one of them I really wanted to scope was Todd, and he'd gotten out quickly because I was detained by none other than Ms. McGuire who appeared on the field right at the end of practice. "I take a real personal interest in this team" she said, and I wanted to tell her to go do some paperwork and leave the football team to me. I thought better of that idea though and listened to her stupid chatter for almost fifteen minutes before I could escape. By then Todd was long gone and I had to resort to plan B, namely the student records in the office. The next day was the final day of practice before the school year was to begin and I was determined to use it wisely. Well, maybe not so wisely for the benefit of the team, but certainly for my best interests. I told the guys that we would be doing some heavy-duty running exercises even though it was pretty hot. "Strip down to your short if you want" I told them, hoping that at least Todd Roberts would take me up on that offer. He was indeed the first to pull his jersey up over his head, almost as if to flaunt his muscular hairy body to the rest of the team (and to me as well!) I spent most of the next four hours with a hard-on just watching him and I was determined that I would make my move on him that very day after practice. Oddly enough, he seemed to find numerous occasions during the four-hour practice to come to the sidelines and ask me one question or another. Each time he was sweatier and sexier looking than the previous time, and by the end of practice I was ready to declare my undying love (or at least my lust) for him to everyone present. I dismissed the rest of the team and kept Todd and one other guy to have them do some passing for me. The other guy wasn't even in contention for the quarterback position, but I knew he had to leave early and used it to my advantage. "Aw coach, don't you remember that I have a dental appointment" Lionel whined and I told him that I really needed to see how he could handle the ball. Just then Lionel's mother (a whiner in her own right) showed up and insisted that they leave immediately. The pimply faced teen looked close to tears and his mother used her cell-phone to call the dentist and say that they were running late. After Lionel left I managed to keep Todd for a few more minutes just to insure that the rest of the team would be gone when we headed for the locker room. At no point in the practice did he make an attempt to put his shirt back on (much to my delight) and we ended up walking to the locker-room entrance together, making small-talk as we went. He indicated that his folks really wanted him to be team captain this year but weren't going to exert any pressure on me to make it happen. I thought that to be an odd statement, as if any parent had that kind of influence over a coach. "Geez, it looks like everyone's gone" I said, adding that we must've stayed out on the field longer than I thought. "Yeah" was his one-word response. I went to my office and tried to control myself as I heard the spray of the showers go on. My immediate impulse was to dart from my office and head for the shower stalls immediately, but I forced myself to delay for a few moments. Anxious as I was it seemed like an eternity that I heard him in the shower, but my watch told me it had been only a few minutes. Suddenly I begin to worry that he might finish up quickly and I wouldn't get my chance so I stripped off my own clothes and wrapped a pea-green towel (from a service provided to the school) around my waist and headed for the common shower area. My office had a private shower behind it but I had no intention of using it (at least not this day). My timing ended up being perfect, for just as I rounded the corner of the bank of lockers I heard the spray of water stop. I looked up and saw this incredible hunk of hairy muscle step out of the showers right in front of me. "Oh....!" I said, pretending to be surprised. "I didn't realize you were still here!" Todd was soaking wet, his entire front covered from head to toe with thick dark hair that looked even thicker and darker because it was wet. "Oh I think you did!" he said, reaching down and grabbing the towel from my waist and dropping it to the floor. We spent the next several minutes just kissing one another with deep open-mouthed, tongue-trading kisses while we allowed our hands to explore one another's bodies. He told me how he'd gone home that day before and imagined what I'd look like naked. "You're bigger than I thought" he said, and I replied that he was hairier than I'd hoped for. I fell to my knees right there on the concrete floor and took his thick hard cock into my mouth. I'd sucked bigger cocks but never on a student of mine. All the while I blew him I ran my hands up and down his massively muscular thighs, thickly coated with hair of the same color and texture as that which blanketed his chest and belly. No shit, I'd never met a hairier eighteen-year old in my life up to that afternoon. As is typical of hot and horny teens like him, Todd didn't last long that first time. It didn't matter because I intended to make this a multiple ejaculation afternoon/evening. When I'd drained his exploding cock completely, I stood up and we kissed again, allowing him to taste the flavors of his own spunk from my mouth. He was the one who broke the kiss and suggested that I fuck him. "You mean it? Are you sure?" I asked and he insisted that he wanted my big dick up his hairy butt-hole more than anything he could imagine. Not one to turn down such a generous offer I reached into the shower and pulled the handle on the soap dispenser to shoot a big glob of the stuff into my hand. I rubbed it up into the crack of his hairy ass-chute and then pulled handle again to coat my rock-hard 10-inch cock with more of the soapy goo. Todd bent over the bench there in the shower room and took me fat cock up his ass like he'd been doing it for years. For all I knew he had been doing this for years, but that was none of my business. We went at it for nearly an hour, my big cock pistoning in and out of his hairy butt-hole while we grunted and groaned and spoke filth to one another. I guaranteed him that he would be the captain of the team, and he said that the only team he wanted to be part of was my sex-team! He pumped out two more loads while I fucked his butt, and I managed to catch one of them in my hand so that I could smear it all over his broad muscular back. I looked down at his hairy ass while I pumped into him, and when I looked up I saw Ms. McGuire standing at the opposite end of the locker room bench. Oh shit! I withdrew my cock from Todd's ass but it was too late to stop the explosion that was imminent. I blasted my load all over his hairy butt and his muscular back and then it arced up and landed on the bench before us. A few drops even managed to reach as far as Sheila McGuire's shoes. "Hi mom!" Todd said, and I realized I'd done it again. Sheila McGuire may have kept her own name when she married Edward Roberts but that didn't make her progressive enough to disregard the fact that her newly hired football coach was fucking her eighteen-year old son's ass.