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“Hey, Tony, I want you to stay after practice for a few minutes today!” Coach Banks hollered over the din of the baseball team. It was a warm May afternoon and the guys were ready to get out of the Oklahoma sun and into the cool showers. Tony didn’t really want to hang around either, but he wouldn’t argue with the coach. He never did. “Leave me a couple bats, some balls, and a batting helmet for Tony,” instructed the coach as the managers picked up the gear. “Damn, Tony, what’s it gonna be today?” asked Jeff. Tony shrugged. “I dunno.” “You’d think he’d let you go home after practice, like everybody else.” Jeff was Tony’s best friend on the team, but they’d spent less time together lately as Tony had stayed late so much. “At least he didn’t call me this time. That extra hour of base-stealing drills was too much.” “I know, but what can ya do?” Tony replied as he trotted off toward the coach. While he couldn’t admit it to Jeff, Tony enjoyed the attention. But he also hoped there was more to it than just extra practice. He had caught the coach looking his way several times, sometimes even staring when he didn’t realize that Tony had noticed. And Tony didn’t mind at all. Older guys had always done something for him, and his coach was one of the best. Tony’d be on the baseball team even if he couldn’t play, just for the chance to be with the coach. “What’s up, Coach?” Tony asked as he approached home plate. “I noticed a couple of things in your swing today. Thought maybe we could work on some stuff.” Coach always seemed to be giving Tony extra pointers; said he wanted him to get lots of attention from the college scouts this year. And the young ball player showed a lot of improvement with the extra practice. “Sure, Coach,” he said as he picked out a bat and fit a helmet on his head. The two headed for the batting cage and the coach set up the pitching machine. It was a familiar situation: Tony had taken a lot of extra batting practice lately, and it showed. His average was well above .300, but Coach said that he needed to get his average up about 40 more points if he was going to play baseball after high school. “Take a few swings, Tony, and notice what you’re doing with your wrists.” It was Coach’s typical teaching style: make you focus on something without telling you what was wrong with it. That way, when he corrected you, you could tell the difference between what you’d been doing and the way he showed you. According to Coach, it helped you remember to make the change in the future. Tony hit a few, some pretty well, and then Coach came back in the cage to offer his corrections. “Keep your wrists back till the last possible instant, then snap them forward just before you make contact. You’ll generate more bat speed and therefore more solid contact. The harder you hit it, the less likely somebody will be able to get over to it.” He worked on it for a couple of minutes with Coach looking on. He seemed displeased, though, and Tony wasn’t sure why. He was making good contact, solid line drives. He wasn’t a big guy, so that was what he worked for; he wasn’t going for home runs. “Let me show you, Tony.” Coach picked up a bat and demonstrated a few swings. To Tony, it seemed like just about exactly what he had been doing, but still he went back to work. “Wait a minute,” Coach stopped him. “Here, do it like this.” Coach approached him from the other side of the plate, took the bat, and had Tony grab it one hand at a time, positioning each hand carefully before going on to the other. He then guided Tony into a back swing, and when he had the bat back and cocked, Coach Banks moved around and positioned himself behind the young man, covering Tony’s hands with his own on the bat handle. “Let’s take a couple swings together.” Tony was shorter than the coach, and as their arms moved around together, Tony could feel the coach’s chest press against his shoulders. When he turned his head, Tony saw Coach Banks’ muscled biceps just in front of his eyes; he smelled the scent of the older man. He heard his voice in his ear as he provided instruction. They kept swinging, but Tony could no longer concentrate on batting practice. He felt a tingling in his groin as the coach said something and Tony felt the warm breath against his neck. As the coach kept talking, Tony sank further and further into a trance, not hearing what the coach said but simply moving in response to the coach’s guidance. “Tony …. Tony.” Coach was speaking to him, but nothing registered until he heard his name for the fourth or fifth time. “Tony, are you paying attention?” “Sorry, Coach,” said Tony. “I guess I’m just kinda tired.” “Uh, huh,” replied Coach Banks as if he didn’t believe the lie. “If you want those scouts to notice, you better not be slacking off.” At first, Tony misunderstood the words ‘slacking off’ as ‘jacking off’ (indicating where his mind was at the time), and the thought of it made his cock stiffen some more. He released the bat with one hand and reached down to adjust his jock. The motion made his hips move and he felt his ass back into Coach Banks’ body. It was completely accidental, but once it happened, Tony let his body stay there for just an instant. The coach hesitated. For the longest second, both bodies were pressed tightly together, until Tony inched forward again. “OK, let’s try this again.” Coach Banks re-started the session, but this time it seemed like he pushed himself closer into Tony. No longer was it just his chest against Tony, but his entire body pushed against the young ball player. They took a couple of swings, but Tony’s mind was not on baseball. He felt Coach’s goatee brush the back of his head. He sensed the pressure on his chest as Coach squeezed him with each swing. Then, suddenly, Tony realized there was extra pressure against his ass cheeks. Tony thought perhaps he was imagining things, but he moved his hips a little, rotating his ass against Coach’s groin. With a quick, sharp gasp, Coach Banks stopped in mid-sentence, holding his breath. Tony felt a solid ridge that he was now sure was Coach’s hard-on. Nothing else would explain it. Was it just incidental? Was Coach aroused just because of the closeness of their bodies? Or was there something to those looks that he’d caught the coach giving him? Whatever it was, Tony sensed that now was the time to find out. He dropped the bat down to the ground and let his hands fall to his side. The coach asked him what was wrong, but he sounded almost out of breath. Tony slid one hand back behind him, touching the coach toward the bottom of his shorts. He stretched his fingers downward until he felt coarse body hairs and the firm muscles of the coach’s thigh. Lightly, he stroked the coach’s leg; there was complete silence behind him. Tony then moved his hand up the coach’s shorts, and there was no protest. When it reached the top of Coach’s leg, Tony’s hand moved inward, between their bodies, until he felt the bulge in Coach Banks’ groin. He heard the coach quietly sigh as Tony placed his palm over the dick-ridge, rubbing gently. There was no mistaking what was on Tony’s mind now. Tony closed his eyes as Coach’s rod throbbed beneath his hand. Tony traced the ridge from its beginnings in the older man’s groin, then across Coach’s thigh. It was immense! When Tony finally found the cockhead, it seemed like it was a good ten inches from the root! For what seemed like a long time, Tony massaged the coach’s massive fuck rod. He realized that Coach had either freed his sex weapon from the confines of his jock, or he hadn’t worn a jock at all today. Either possibility made Tony tremble with excitement as he imagined what the coach must have been thinking. He sure as hell knew what Coach was thinking now. Periodic moans rumbled in the older man’s throat, signaling obvious enjoyment, and he never made a move to back away from Tony’s touch. Tony moved his other hand to his own crotch and squeezed himself as Coach Banks put his hands on Tony’s shoulders, his fingertips digging hard into bicep muscles. Tony began to notice thrusting motions from Coach’s hips that caused the ten-inch erection to rub sensuously across his horny ass. Tony’s cock throbbed inside his own jock. Deliberately, he took his hand away from his hard-on. He wanted Coach’s hand down there. Or Coach’s mouth. Fuck, Coach’s anything! When he couldn’t stand it anymore, Tony broke free of the coach’s grasp and turned around to face the older man. Their eyes locked. Tony opened his mouth and ran the tip of his tongue around his lips. The coach closed his eyes and Tony put his palm on the coach’s chest, feeling the firm, hairy pecs through his shirt. When the coach opened his eyes, Tony was smiling at him. A couple of times, Coach seemed to be ready to say something, but nothing ever came out. Tony found the coach’s firm nipple and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, twisting just slightly. Finally, words came out of his mouth. “Oh, man! Aw, fu….” “You like that, Coach?” teased Tony. There was no verbal answer, but the Coach did allow himself to smile briefly. Then it was gone, and more silence followed. Coach backed up and glanced at Tony’s crotch. The young stud’s dick twitched as he felt the coach’s eye glaring at the growing bulge. Then he looked away. “Time to hit the showers, I guess,” said the coach quietly. “It’s getting late.” Tony looked at the sexy man. Coach was staring into his chest, intentionally avoiding further contact with Tony’s eyes, or his crotch. ‘What!?’ thought Tony. ‘Is that all we get? Just a little touching and stroking? Man, do you know what I want you to do to me?’ His mind was screaming, but he couldn’t get the words out. “You go on in, I’ll gather the gear.” Coach’s words were quiet, sad-sounding, but left no room for argument. Tony looked at the coach, pleading with his eyes. ‘No, don’t stop!’ he wanted to scream. ‘We don’t have to stop!’ Tony wished that he had the nerve to really speak what was on his mind, but his tongue was still silent. Only his eyes continued begging. But there was no response. Dejectedly, he turned away. About halfway back to the door, Tony turned around. Coach Banks hadn’t moved from the spot where he was standing. When he saw Tony turn, he quickly dropped his hand away from where it had been rubbing his erection. But Tony had seen it, and he grabbed his own dick, groping himself for the coach to see. After a few seconds, the coach put his hand back where it had been, and they each fondled themselves while the other watched. He smiled at the coach and Coach smiled back. Tony wished that the coach would have moved then, taken a step or two toward the young man, but there was nothing. Still, he hadn’t turned away. He was still watching Tony’s little performance. To increase the pressure, Tony unbuttoned the shirt of his uniform and rubbed his hand across his smooth chest. Coach Banks’ hand also moved to his own chest, caressing himself through his shirt as his other hand stroked the thick tube alongside his thigh. Maybe they weren’t going to leave it at a little touching. Tony turned toward the door. He put his hands on his ass, rubbing with both palms as he walked away. He looked back over his shoulder. Coach was still watching. The warm water of the shower washed away the Oklahoma dust from Tony’s body. Tony filled his hands with soap from the dispenser. He imagined that it was Coach’s hands rubbing his body as he lathered his firm muscles. As one hand squeezed a tit into firmness, the other traced the line from between his pecs to his belly button, tugging gently at his navel ring before continuing down to the curly hairs of his pubic bush. Then both hands dropped to his hips before sliding around to cup his bubble ass. With one hand, he spread himself and inserted the middle finger of his other hand into his eager asshole. As he massaged himself gently from the inside, he heard the door in the locker room open and Coach begin putting away the gear. Tony closed his eyes and imagined that it was the coach’s cock filling his hole. He’d wanted the coach ever since he’d come to his school as the new baseball coach, at the beginning of last year. So many nights, he’d dreamed of lying beside the coach’s nude body, feeling those firm hands race over his erotic zones. Then he’d imagine them pressing their mouths together in an intense, passionate kiss, then allowing them to wander away, exploring every inch of each others’ body with lips, hands, and tongues. He’d bury his face in the coach’s hairy chest before sliding down to envelope his throbbing cock in his throat. From there, the fantasy varied each night, but it always ended with both men spewing gallons of creamy cum as they reached a monumental climax. Back in reality, Tony would wrap his fist around his dick and jerk. Just once or twice was always enough to release the flood of jism that poured out across his chest. Soon the soap was all washed away. Tony listened but there was no sound coming from the locker room. The equipment must be put away by now. ‘Please, let him come in here,’ thought Tony. He rubbed his hand across his hard seven-and-a-half inches. Oh, how he wanted to feel the coach’s hand there! Had Tony mistaken the look in Coach’s eyes as they fondled themselves across the baseball diamond? He couldn’t have. It had to happen. He wasn’t waiting any longer. He turned off the water and strode out of the showers, grabbing a towel from the table as he walked by. He tousled his hair dry and tossed the towel around his shoulders, then walked into the locker room, his dick pointing the way. Coach was leaning against the last locker in the first row. He turned toward the sound as Tony walked into the room. “Hi, Coach,” Tony said, smiling. Coach nodded in response, looking mostly at the floor. He was holding his shirt in one hand, displaying his beautiful, hairy chest and big, full nipples. Tony’s mouth watered as he stepped toward the man, but he stopped short when Coach looked at him. “I don’t know about this, Tony,” he said. But this time, Tony wasn’t backing off. “Yes, you do, Coach. You know what you want.” “I don’t think we should….” “Fuck that, man. We both want it, bad.” “What if something gets messed up?” “Like what?” Tony questioned impatiently. “If somebody finds out….” “I won’t tell.” “You’re so young; still a student. It’s wrong.” “I don’t care. I’m not a kid. I’ve wanted this for so long. Come on, man, let’s do it.” The coach still hesitated. “We both could get in so much trouble, Tony. There are rules against such things for a reason.” “I know. You’re not exploiting me, Coach. I know what I want, so do you. We can handle this; I know it, man. I don’t want to fight this any more.” The coach didn’t answer, so Tony approached him and laid his hand on Coach Banks’ arm. Their eyes met again. After waiting a second to see what would happen, Tony moved his hand to the front of Coach’s shorts, pressing slightly. Tony smiled as he felt Coach’s cock begin to stiffen again. “Can I see it?” he asked impishly. After a long pause, Coach Banks unbuttoned his shorts and, with Tony’s help, they fell to the floor. There was no underwear, so Tony was able to watch the massive fuck stick as it swelled to full erection. Unable to restrain himself, Tony dropped to his knees. The big man’s body shuddered with pleasure as Tony wrapped his fingers around the cock and brought it to his mouth, wrapping his full lips around the purple crown. Coach’s hands went to Tony’s head and urged him down. Tony complied as much as he could, opening his throat to allow the big, thick man-meat to slide into him. When he couldn’t take any more, he tightened his lips around the shaft and pulled his head back, stroking the coach’s weapon with his mouth and tongue. “Oh, gawd, Tony!” moaned the coach. His breath was shallow and his eyes kept rolling back as Tony traced his tongue around the beautiful cockhead. Tony’s hands gripped the coach’s thighs, then he opened his lips again and dove down over the massive cock, taking even more than he’d been able to take the first time. He felt the older man’s rod slam against the back of his throat and he pulled back quickly to avoid gagging. But he didn’t stay back long. Over and over, he took the coach’s fuck stick down his throat until the two of them worked into a comfortable, but intensely erotic, rhythm. “Tony, that feels so fucking good, man,” Coach said as Tony glanced up at the older man’s face. One of Tony’s hands had slipped down between his thighs and he snaked his middle finger up to his asshole. He rubbed himself down there, then pressed firmly inward. His sweaty hole easily yielded to the pressure and his finger sank knuckle-deep into his silky fuck tunnel. Prodding himself as he swallowed the coach’s rod, he felt his own hard tool begin to drool. Finally, Tony pulled his lips off the coach’s dick. “I want you to fuck me, Coach,” he said as their eyes met. “Gawd, Tony,” he stammered. “Fuck, are you sure? I never …” “Please, Coach. I gotta feel your dick in my asshole.” The coach didn’t respond, but he didn’t back off, either, so Tony took the older man’s massive rod in his hand and stood, turning to press his ass-cheeks against Coach’s throbbing stick. With that encouragement, Coach Banks grabbed Tony’s hips and positioned the young ball-player in front of him. Tony bent at the waist and spread his cheeks wide for the coach, his dark pucker twitching in anticipation. Coach Banks wrapped his tool in his fist and laid his cockhead against Tony’s hole, pressing slightly. Tony relaxed himself, allowing the very tip of the coach’s meat to poke inside. But the coach held back. “Isn’t it gonna hurt, Tony? I don’t wanna hurt ya.” “Fuck it, Coach,” Tony gasped. “I can take it. Please, just fuck me.” He pressed his body backward toward the coach’s groin as Coach gripped his hips more firmly and pulled. The massive head of Coach’s weapon popped through Tony’s sphincter and the boy grimaced at the intensity of the pain. But he said nothing. He didn’t want to give Coach any reason to temper his assault. “Yeah, Coach, awwh yeah, fuck,” he gasped. “Do it, man. Slide it in. Fuck me with that awesome cock!” Little by little, the coach penetrated deeper, his thighs quivering as he felt the moist heat of Tony’s fuck tunnel envelope his throbbing erection. When Tony’s hole would stretch no further, the coach stopped and pulled back. Then, without warning, he reversed direction and jabbed his slab even deeper into Tony’s guts. After three or four repetitions of that, Coach’s massive manhood was firmly implanted in Tony’s boy-pussy and the young man could feel the thick pubic bush of his coach and idol as it slammed fiercely against his smooth ass. Over and over, Coach Banks pounded his club into his eager student, reveling in the tight grip that Tony’s satiny-smooth fuck tunnel had on his overheated weapon. For his part, Tony gasped as the huge dick battered his prostate, moaning continuously as the coach filled him with sensations of exquisite wonder. He steadied himself against the lockers with one hand as he grabbed his own drooling rod with the other. When the coach reached around and added his hand to Tony’s, the ball player knew that he could hold back no longer. “Gawd, Coach, yessss!” he screamed. “Jack me an’ fuck me! Ahh, shit, I’m gonna … ! He didn’t get the words out before streams of hot, creamy boy-jizz erupted from his horny dick and splattered against the lockers. At the same time, Coach wrapped his big forearms tight around Tony’s waist and held the spasming boy hard against his groin. With a monstrous yell, he began pouring his own cream deep inside of Tony, jerking in orgasmic ecstasy with each new cum-blast. Then, finally, they were finished. Coach’s dick began to soften and he pulled it slowly from Tony’s sweat-slicked asshole. Tony stood and backed into his coach’s body as the older man wrapped him up in an embrace and kissed the top of his head. “Tony,” he breathed, “why did we wait so long?” It didn’t matter now, thought Tony, as he felt the coach’s tongue touch his ear. We’ve crossed the line and we’re not going back. He turned to face the coach and instantly the two were latched together in a passionate kiss. When Tony finally stepped back, he said, “I need another shower.” “Do you think I could join you?” asked the coach. Tony smiled. Comments? Write me at kents11@hotmail.com.