Gay Erotic Stories

It was on a Friday that I had my first sexual experience with another man. Friday, the second of April, I believe. My football coach, Coach Johnson, had asked me to stay a little late after practice to talk to me about my grades dropping. "You've gotta do better in school," he told me, "or you'll be off the team." Now, I didn't like to hear this from him. Partially because I had always looked at him as an Adonis; a huge stud with the greatest ass I've ever seen. And to this day I still do. But at that moment...well, I thought I would always look at him as some kind of asshole or something. "Yes sir," I told him, and went straight to the showers. I didn't know it then, but he had watched me walk to the locker room with keen interest. Standing at 6'3" and weighing about 220 lbs, Coach Johnson was a huge stud. When I first joined the team I wondered about the size of his cock. Now I need not wonder, for I know it well. His medium-length black hair was always shiny and well conditioned. Biceps, triceps, pecs, abs...he had 'em all. He was my dream come true. Me, on the other hand...I am only 5'11" and barely over 160. Short blond hair, well-trimmed body, and a stocky build. You could say I'm a hunk, but it depends on who you are. Apparently, Coach Johnson thought so. So anyway, I undressed from my practice clothes and headed for the shower, a bar of soap in my right hand. About two minutes into my shower I noticed that there was someone behind me. I didn't even get the chance to turn around until I felt a tongue gliding along the back of my neck, a large, smooth hand caressing my buttocks. I let my head fall back gently; it was him, Coach Johnson, standing as nude as they day he was born. His cock was growing slowly against the small of my back, and mine grew with it. His hands then moved to my sides and turned me around, putting us face-to-face. I looked down; damn, what a cock! Eight, nine, maybe ten inches of swollen flesh, all for me. The smooth, warm hands moved up my sides and to my shoulders, gently bringing me down to my knees. I was suddenly faced with what I had longed for since the beginning of the season. There before me stood straight and tall his mouth-watering penis. I slid my lips over the cylinder of manliness, allowing my tongue to flow along the bottom of the smooth hard flesh. It tasted so good, I could leave it there all day and night for the rest of my life. My cock was now harder than I ever thought it could be. I rested my right hand on there, slowly stroking it with ease and care. His cock throbbed against the roof of my mouth. The head reached toward the back of my throat. I allowed his cock to slip out of my mouth and held it up, above my head. I then proceeded to lick his hairy sack, swirling his balls around and around. Mmmm...that tasted so good. I let my tongue go further over, licking the hairs along the bottom of his butt crack. Then, in one quick motion, I slid my tongue all the way from there to his balls to the tip of his long, hard cock. It made a motion, and he sighed in pleasure. After a couple minutes of bobbing on my knees, he must have come to realize that my knees would be hurting. He laid on his back and we had a sixty-niner. My very first. I took the top, allowing my cock to penetrate his mouth, while at the same time licking his hard piece of man into sheer ecstasy. His hands moved to my back, then down to my ass. Suddenly, a finger entered my arse. Smoothly, gently, and slowly he slid his right index finger into my asshole. The feeling was great. My ass muscles contracted. He sucked harder and harder, which forced me to pick up the pace as well. I forced my tongue onto his cock harder and firmer after that. Sighs, moans and groans came from the both of us. I felt his warm mouth leave my cock and utter the words, "I'm going to come." With the rushing hot water over us I could barely hear what he said. As I turned away to ask him to repeat it, a giant load of white come landed on my cheek. It was hot, and came out hard. I turned my mouth toward the source, hoping I could catch some and swallow it. I did, indeed, and it tasted as sweet and thick as I thought it would. We finished up with the sixty-nine, and after I had come in his face, he told me to stand up and bend over. I knew what was coming to me, and I liked every second of it. He was still hard, and he thrust his cock into my ass with so much ease that my body felt chills all over. Back and forth, back and forth, never stopping.... I moaned. My ass was so tight, for I had never done this before. He loosened me up, though, and soon the once-was pain became irresistible pleasure. When the come finally erupted this time, he didn't bother to take it out of my ass. Instead, he left it in there, leaving my ass to contract so heavily. That was definitely the time of my life. Ever since then, I have been the starting running back for the football team, and I've always had to stay late after practice, for a "talk session" with the coach. To be continued... -- Copyright (C) Jack Mioff 1997