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I was excited to be on the college track team and the day of our first meet I stupidly ran out the door without my track uniform. Later in the day I saw my track coach who was also my science teacher in the hall and explained to him that I had forgotten my shorts but that I planned to borrow a pair from one of my friends and mentioned the names of a couple of people that I might ask. I was totally taken by surprise when my coach responded, "Be careful." When I asked why he said, "They don't have as much up front as you." Then he smiled and walked away.

His comment stuck in my mind as I tried to figure out what he was doing. Had he been checking out my cock bulge or something? And had he been comparing it to the other boys? I tried to put the comment out of my mind and concentrated on finding a pair of shorts to borrow.

After the meet the coach came up to me and said that I had done a good job and asked if I needed a ride home. I lived far from the school so I was happy to accept. After we had all showered and changed I went to coach's office and we started out to his car. Coach started making small talk about classes and grades. Then he asked me how the showers were in the locker-room. I didn't really know what he meant so I told him they were o.k. He asked if there was enough hot water since all those guys were showering at the same time. I told him yea and we pulled into my parent's driveway. I got out of the car and thanked him for the ride.

About a week later coach asked me to stay a bit after practice to work on my start. I was a little delayed to react to the gun he said. We did this for a while until he felt I had improved and then he told me to go shower. When I entered the locker-room the last couple of guys were finishing dressing and making their way out the door. I took off my clothes and stepped into the shower and began to soap up. Suddenly I heard a voice. I sprayed off my face and turned to see that coach was standing there saying something to me.

I felt a little awkward standing there completely naked in front of him. He was not the type of coach that came into the locker-room while we were dressing or showering. He stood there obviously looking at my cock and smiling. "I knew you'd be big." He said. Then he proceeded to undress and said that he was going to join me. I was mesmerized as I watched the 23-year-old man undress in front of me. His chest was very hairy and manly and when he pulled off his boxers I could see that he was not small in the private area either. I tried to look as though nothing was unusual and turned to continue my shower.

All of the showerheads were available since everyone was already gone but he stepped up to the showerhead right next to mine. He turned on the water and began to soap up. I looked out of the corner of my eye and watched as he began to soap his crotch area. Was it my imagination or was he starting to bone?

As I continued to watch him trying to be unnoticed, I realized that he was now fully hard. My coach was throwing a full boner right in front of me and he didn't even seem to care. I don't know why but my cock started to stir. Oh my God am I starting to turn gay I wondered. I quickly turned the shower knob to make the water colder hoping it would help me suppress my erection but it was no use. My cock sprang to full attention. I turned to the wall to hide my cock but coach had already seen that I was hard. When I turned I felt his hands on my back as he started to soap me without saying a word.

I was frozen. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to yell at him and run out of there but part of me liked the attention. So I just stood and let him soap me. I felt his hands going lower and in an instant he was washing my ass cheeks. I still didn't move. Why didn't I stop this? What was happening to me? He pulled me closer and I felt his hard cock up against my butt as his hand reached around and began to fondle my cock. Pleasurable feelings ran through my whole body. No one had ever touched my cock before. He was making me feel great.

His head moved closer and he began to nuzzle my neck and whisper to me. "You are so fucking hot." He said. "I wanted you the first time I saw you." I started to freak out but I didn't want the feeling he was giving me to stop. He continued with the comments telling me I had a big cock and he bet my balls were full. Then he started to massage my balls. I was melting. I was letting this man completely molest me.

Suddenly it went too far. I felt his feet against mine and he pushed my legs further apart. Then he pressed me into the wall and I felt pressure on my ass. Oh my God I thought. He is trying to fuck me. I didn't even know guys did that. I started to pull back and attempt to get away but his weight pressed me into the wall. I started to tell him I wanted to stop but I felt his hand cover my mouth. The pressure increased and suddenly I felt a lot of pain as the head of his cock began to enter me. I couldn't believe this was happening.

He slowly pushed and I could feel more and more of his cock going deeper into my ass. All I could think was how much it hurt. His other hand continued playing with my cock. He was now building up a jacking rhythm that was very similar to my own. It was like I was jacking myself off without any hands.

When I felt his balls against my ass I knew that I had been fully penetrated. He then started to fuck me slowly. I could feel him withdraw his cock almost all the way only to then feel him push it back in. He worked slowly at first but then started to pick up a faster fuck rhythm. He was now fucking me to the speed of his jacking on my dick. I could feel my cum building up in my balls but this felt different. This felt like I was gonna explode. It was almost like the first time I ever orgasmed before I knew what was happening.

He was telling me what a nice piece of ass I was as his fucking was starting to drill me up the ass and his jacking was bringing me close to shooting. Finally I couldn't hold it anymore. I completely lost control and my cock started to blow. My ass was clenching down on his cock and I shot and it drove him over the edge. He shoved his cock all the way in as far as he could and held it there and I could feel him pumping his load into my ass. My coach was cumming in my ass! What the hell is going on?

He held me there for a few seconds until he regained his senses. I could feel his cock deflate and then it slowly slipped from my hole. I felt a sense of disappointment for some reason.

Without saying a word he turned off the shower, went and dressed and left the locker-room. I stood there in shock and disbelief about what had just happened--I had just been fucked in the ass by my coach. I wondered if the other guys would be able to tell when I showered. Would they know that I had given my ass to a man for sexual pleasure? And I had given it. I didn't stop him. And I liked it. I left with my head whirling.

There was no one I could talk to. I felt so alone and so confused. Finally I decided I would talk to my coach. He fucked me and turned me into a fag the least he could do was help me to figure it out.

When I entered his office he looked a bit surprised. I shut the door and asked him if we could talk. I was a little shocked when he asked what it was I wanted to talk about. What did he think? He had fucked me. Did he think I wouldn't ever see him again? Now I began to get angry. His body language was telling me that I was no longer interesting. I was a conquest for him—just a piece of ass. That son-of-a-bitch!

As we talked I became even angrier. His conversation confirmed my suspicion. He had no feeling toward me at all. He went on to say that he really gets off on fucking guys with big cocks on them and that he had fucked several of the boys on my team for that same reason. He said we’re all alike--young dumb and full of his cum. Then he laughed.

I left the office more confused than I had begun. He had fucked other boys on my team? I was dying to find out whom. Maybe then I could talk to them. But what could I do? Go into the locker-room and ask around if anybody else had taken coach's cock up their ass? I began to watch the other boys wondering if they had done it too. I tried to imagine their cocks hard to see who might be big enough to have made him take them. I was completely obsessed with finding out who else had been taken like me.

Something else was happening to me at the same time. I was actually enjoying looking at the other boys' cocks and asses. I started to wonder what it would be like to take a cock into my mouth. I wondered what their cum would taste like. And I started to think about which of the boys I would like to fuck me. My ass was still sore as hell from my first fuck and all I could think about was finding the next.

I started to hang around longer after practice; hoping coach would come in and join me again. That fucker practically had me begging him to fuck me in the ass again. I had become an ass nympho in my mind. All I could think about was “I had to get fucked”.

I started to go into gay chat sites on the Internet looking for somebody anybody to fuck me. Older guys started to private me immediately and ask me to come to their house and let them fuck me. I decided I would meet one of them.

I went to his house and within minutes I was lying face down on his bed and he was in me fucking me. After he had cum I dressed and left. When I got home I went onto the chat site again and found another man who wanted to fuck me. Within a week I had been fucked by 5 different guys--besides my coach. All of them really dug that I was young and naive. They liked my cock too but mostly spent time just enjoying fucking me.

One guy asked me if I would be willing to do a threesome with him and his lover. When I left there I had been fucked by both of them. It really turned me on knowing that another guy was watching as I took cock up the ass. Before long one guy couldn't satisfy me. I had to have at least two and then it became more. One guy started to have parties where I would lay naked in the bedroom and guys would come in and take their turn to fuck me. I couldn't get enough.

Then, at one of those parties, the last guy came in. It was my coach. He had a smile on his face as he took off his clothes and prepared to take me again. “You are a whore,” he said. I felt dirty and ashamed. He was right. He had made me into a gay whore. After he fucked me I got dressed and left the party even though I heard disappointed guys. I had to stop this.