Gay Erotic Stories

“Man, it’ going to feel good, getting under a blanket,” Scott said as he was taking off his clothes. “Hey, coach, are we going to sleep naked? I do at home.”

“If you’re more comfortable,” Coach said.

Scott wasn’t long about getting out of his clothes. Coach’s throat went dry as he watched his tight, round, bare butt as he crawled into the bed. “Hey, let’s see what’s on,” Scott said as he leaned up to turn on the TV.

“I’ll get it,” Coach said as he quickly reached for the switch himself. He had his other hand on the channel button on the wall, ready to change the channels if an X-rated video came on the screen. He punched the button quickly but not before Scott saw what it was.

“Hey, what was that?” Scott asked, excitedly.

“Nothing you need to be watching,” Coach said. “They’re playing X-rated videos on two channels, we’ll have to stick with this one.”

“Come on, Coach, it’s not like I’ve never seen an X-rated video,” Scott whined.

“Not with me.”

“We won’t tell anybody,” Scott said. “Come on, you know you want to see it, too. It’s normal.”

“Scott, need I remind you that this is a gay men’s club, so you can guess what kind of videos they show.”

“I still want to see it, just for a little bit.”

Coach crawled in bed beside Scott, wearing his shorts.

“You don’t sleep naked?” Scott asked.

“Not with one of my student athletes,” Coach said.

“If there’s anybody you shouldn’t feel self-conscious about being naked with, it’s one of your student athletes. You see us naked all the time.”

Coach let his remark go, trying to curb the feelings that were rising up inside him, and the images that kept invading his brain. He thought he had it all under control. It was enough that he could watch the young athletes playing grab-ass in the locker room and cavorting around naked or in their jockstraps. That fueled his fantasies and that was all he needed--till now, when he found himself in bed with one of those boys, stark naked.

“Just two minutes, coach,” Scott persisted. “Two minutes isn’t going to corrupt my mind.” But coach held firm.

“Well, I’m going to sleep, then,” Scott said, rather sullenly. “This movie was made a hundred years before you were born.”

“If I let you watch two minutes of it, you have to promise you won’t ever tell anybody. Not even any of your friends.”

“No, we’re not telling anybody about any of this, you said,” Scott said. “We spent the night in Motel 6.”

“Okay, two minutes,” Coach consented. “I do not believe I’m doing this.” He leaned up and switched the channels. “I’m seventeen, Coach, it’s only a few more months before I can watch this stuff legally,” Scott reminded him. The scene jumped out and hit them in the face. A tall, muscular guy stood leaning back against his pickup, wearing his hunting cap and a plaid shirt and his jeans down around his ankles. Another really good looking guy was on his knees sucking his cock.

“Man, look at that!” Scott exclaimed. “Hey, I wonder if he finishes him off. Do you suppose he comes in the guy’s mouth?”

“I don’t know,” Coach said rather impatiently. He wanted the two minutes to be over before it was too late. The video was giving him the tingles and he knew what it must be doing to Scott, and if they let it go on, the results could be devastating. When he thought enough time had elapsed he started to rise up and switch the channel.

“No, wait! Let’s see if he shoots in his mouth,” Scott said excitedly.

Coach’s hesitation was fatal. He lay back down. Scott’s eyes were glued to the TV. He cocked one knee up, Coach knew, to hide a rising hardon.

“Damn, Coach--look at the way he swallows that thing, all the way down.”

It was easy to put caution behind him and be caught up in the moment, lying there with a naked, teenage wrestler, watching a gay video. The longer he watched, the more comfortable he became with the situation, till he was hard-pressed to believe there was anything wrong with it. Scott was more relaxed, too, now convinced that Coach was going to let him watch the video.

The hunter clasped his hands around the other guy’s head and began pumping his cock in and out of his mouth. His face screwed up and his hips sort of lurched out of control then suddenly he jerked his cock free and jacked himself to a climax, shooting his load all over the guy’s face. The guy knelt with is mouth open to catch what he could of the spurting come.

“Oh, Wow!” Scott gasped.

Coach knew he should turn the channel now, or turn the TV off, but he didn’t move. He felt numb. The scene faded and another came on the screen; this time with two guys in a cabin, one of them bent across a cot while another fucked him in the ass.

“Aw, Mannn! Look at that! Do you believe that! He’s fucking him in the butt!”

Yes, I believe it! Coach wanted to scream. He believed it so much that he could feel the big, stiff cock plowing his own ass…..he could almost feel Scott’s cock pumping in and out of his ass.

“Did you ever do anything with another guy, Coach?” Scott asked.

“No,” he lied.

“Not even when you were younger; like a kid?”

“Oh, me and a couple of my buddies messed around, like kids do, but we were just kids,” Coach said. “Nothing like that,” he added, nodding to the screen.

“Did you ever want to?” Scott asked.

Shit, where was this coming from? Where was he headed with it? “It never crossed my mind,” Coach lied again.

“What about now?”

“Scott…”

“I would try it if you would,” Scott said.

Coach found himself breaking out in a sweat. “I think we’d better turn this off,” he said, leaning up to punch the button. The room was plunged into a soft darkness and a quietness that was almost haunting. He lay back with one arm crooked under his head. Scott turned his back to him, facing the wall.

“Sorry, Coach,” the boy said quietly after awhile.

Coach didn’t say anything for a moment. He didn’t know what to say. He realized that Scott had tried to open up to him, lay his soul open, and he had cut him off. It was probably the first time he’d had the courage to open up, and maybe the last. He couldn’t let it end that way. He owed the boy better than that.

“I lied to you, Scott,” he said.

“About what?” Scott asked, turning back over to face him.

“When I said I’d never done anything…with another guy.”

“You said you did, with your friends, when you were…”

“No, not that,” Coach cut in. “There was another time…times…with other guys…when I was in the navy.”

“Oh, wow! Can you tell me about it?”

“It’s not something I should be talking about with you,” Coach said.

“You’ve always said we could come and talk to you about anything. Seems like you ought to be able to do the same,” Scott said. “I already opened the can of worms, Coach, when I asked if you’d ever done it. I had no right to ask that.”

“It’s okay, Scott.”

“Tell me, Coach. Please. If I hear it from you…well, maybe I can…it might be easier for me…to open up.”

“I sensed that you’ve got something you wanted to open up about,” Coach said.

“That’s as close as I’ve ever come,” Scott said.

“Then go ahead,” Coach said.

“No, I want to hear your story first. Maybe it’ll level the playing field and I’ll be able to open up then.”

Coach paused as he gathered the thoughts that had been buried for so long and pulled them out of his subconscious. “We were on shore leave on an island in the Mediterranean while our ship took on supplies and made minor repairs. There was a marine detachment stationed at the base and that’s how I met this marine.”

“Do you remember his name?” Scott asked.

Coach didn’t have to think to remember the name but he paused. “Gunner was all I knew him by.”

“Gunner? That’s a studly name,” Scott said.

“Yes. He was like that.”

“Studly?”

“Yeah.”

“So what happened?”

“Without going into all the details, we had a few drinks in the bar where I met him and ended up back at my hotel room.”

“That was too easy,” Scott said. “I asked what happened.”

“Well, it was the first time anything like that had ever happened with me, and he said it was his first time, too, so neither of us knew what we were doing. But we fumbled through it…”

“You’re skimming over again,” Scott said.

“He went down on me, I went down on him,” Coach said. “Later…after we slept awhile, I woke up with him wrapped around me and his…his cock against my backside and the next thing I know, he’s fucking me.”

“Oh, Mann! You got your ass fucked by a marine?”

“Then toward morning, I fucked him. It was mutual all the way.”

“Did you meet up with him again?”

“No, our ship left the next morning.”

“Did you ever see him again after that?”

“No, but…well, he woke something up in me…he let the genie out of the bottle and I was never able to get it back in.”

“Oh, so there were more times.”

“Yeah. Yeah, a lot more times. Pretty quick, it became a way of life--which is why I’m telling you this, Scott. I don’t want you to ruin your life with one foolish, irresponsible decision.”

“How long have you been coaching?”

“Four years.”

“Did you ever want to try anything with any of your athletes?”

“I did.”

“You did?! Who? Do I know him?”

“He wasn’t from this school. Nothing’s ever happened with anybody from this school,” he said.

“But you made it with a jock?” “Yeah. It was the most irresponsible thing I’ve ever done, and it still haunts me. I try not to think about it, but it tears me up, what I might have done to that boy’s life.”

“If he’s like me or any guys I know, you probably didn’t do anything more than get his rocks off for him,” Scott said.

“I hope it was that simple.” He paused then asked, “Now, what about you?”

“Well…nothing’s ever happened but…I’ve had these feelings for quite awhile now…a couple of years…feelings that I would like to explore. I think about certain guys all the time. Braden and Sean and Cody…my team-mates. That’s why I love wrestling, coach; the physical contact, feeling their muscles straining against mine.”

“I’m not sure that’s so unusual,” Coach said. “A boy your age has certain awakenings.”

“There’s something inside me that wants to be awakened, that’s for sure, Coach,” Scott said. “I’ve actually lay awake and dreamed up ways that I could make it happen…you know, with Braden or one of the guys. I’ve got a hundred plans in my head but they all lack the one ingredient I don’t have. Guts.”

“That’s not all bad,” Coach said. “Your lack of guts has probably kept you out of trouble. I don’t know what Braden’s reaction might be if you tried anything with him, or Sean, or Cody.”

“Of the three of them, I think I would be more okay with Cody,” Scott said. “Only because he couldn’t tear you into little pieces like Sean or Braden could?”

“Coach...c-can I…see your cock?” Scott asked timidly.

“Sure.” He let his knee down to reveal his bulging briefs. He would make the boy reach for it.

Scott reached down and laid his hand gingerly over the big bulge. “Feels like you’ve got a lot of cock in there,” he said. Then he shoved his hand down inside Coach’s briefs and found his bare cock.

“Ohhh,” Coach gasped.

“Damn, Coach!” Scott gasped as he tugged on Coach’s shorts.

Coach rose up and peeled his shorts off and tossed them aside. His cock stood up over his stomach to his navel.

“Damn, Coach!” Scott said again as he wrapped his hand round it. “I can’t get my hand around it. And it’s…wow, it’s gotta be eight or nine inches long!”

Coach closed his eyes and freely let himself enjoy the feel of the boy’s hand on his cock. If only it were his mouth. Scott moved his hand up and down the tall, thick shaft, not jacking him off, but more feeling the texture, exploring another man’s manhood for the first time.

“Ohh, your hand feels good, Scott.”

“Better than your hand Coach?” Scott joked.

“Yeah, better than my hand,” Coach said. “If that was a sneaky way of asking if I jack off…yeah, I do.”

“You do!”

“Don’t you?”

“Well, yeah…yeah, but I never thought you…the coach…”

“Being your coach doesn’t make me human?”

“Aw, you’re human, Coach,” he said, squeezing his cock.

Coach wanted to touch Scott’s cock. He could see the blanket tented something awful with the boy’s hardon but he didn’t want to interrupt the moment.

“Coach…I’ll do anything you want,” Scott said quietly.

“Do anything you want to do,” Coach said.

“All right, but I’ve never done anything like this before, and if I don’t do it right, or if there’s something else you want me to do…you’ll tell me.”

“Sure, Scott, I’ll tell you.”

“I’m gonna suck it, then,” he said as he rose up. “Or I’m gonna try. I don’t know if I can even get my mouth around it.”

“You can,” Coach said. He trembled with anticipation. He felt the boy’s hot breath then the touch of his soft, warm lips touching the head of his cock--he was tasting his pre-cum. He paused to wet his lips then slid them down over the head, past the rim and took about half of the shaft. Coach choked on his own gasp of pleasure. The boy pressed downward but the blunt cockhead was blocked by the tight constriction of his throat muscles. He rose back up and then went back down. A couple more times and he began sucking him.

“Ohhh, Goddd… Awww, Scott…,” Coach moaned softly. He wanted to reciprocate. His mouth watered for want of the boy’s big, tender, virginal cock. He lay in wonderful, trembling agony as the boy awkwardly sucked his cock, till he rose up.

“Am I doing okay?” he asked.

“You’re doing awesome,” Coach said.

Scott smiled as he might have if Coach had told him he did well in taking a man down on the mats. The boy went back down on him again, trying hard to take more and more of his cock, but it was too thick for his inexperienced throat. Coach couldn’t stand it any longer. He laid his hand on Scott’s shoulder.

“Scott…”

The boy rose up. “You want me to stop?”

“No…but… Yeah…for a minute.”

Confused, Scott lay back on the arm that Coach put out for him. “I guess I’ve got a lot to learn,” Scott said.

“No, Scott… God, it was wonderful.” He didn’t know himself why he’d made him stop. He looked into the boy’s dark eyes, still gleaming with innocence, even in the darkness and he got butterflies in his stomach. He curled his arm up, pulling Scott tighter against him and in those moments, the world became a far off place, leaving them in this tiny space of the universe, away from prying eyes, to be just who they were.

Scott’s eyes never wavered from the Coach’s gaze. Innocence masked his confusion, doubts--his fears.

“Scott, there’s so much I want to show you,” Coach said huskily.

“Show me,” Scott said.

His sweet breath came into Coach’s nostrils like an aphrodisiac, and he wanted more of it. He leaned in closer…..closer, till their noses were inches apart and there was no sign of understanding in Scott’s eyes. He doesn’t know how desirable he is; what I want to do. His innocence was there till their noses touched then Coach’s lips brushed against his, and it was lost forever. Scott moaned as he kissed him back, and turned onto his side to meld his body tightly against him, and laid his arm across Coach’s chest. Coach flicked his tongue out and found Scott’s lips open. He drove his tongue in his mouth and found his tongue receptive, lashing back. It was a long, passionate kiss that left them moaning and gasping and helpless with their emotions when it was over.

“My Goddd,” Coach whispered.

Scott smiled and there was only a trace of innocence at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were questioning, as if he were waiting for instructions of what to do next. “There’s so much I want to show you, Scott.”

“Was that one of them?”

“Yes. No, that just happened.”

“I’m glad it happened.”

Coach’s passion was still raging. He rose up, pulling arm from under Scott’s head, and maneuvered down on the bed between the boy’s legs. Scott pushed his cock up straight, no doubt thinking that he was going to go down on him, but instead, Coach cupped the boy’s firm, bubble butt in his hands and tilted his hips up off the bed. “Hold your legs against your chest,” he told him.

Scott pulled his legs tightly against his chest, tilting his butt perfectly in Coach’s face. “W-what’re you gonna do, Coach?” he asked.

Coach lowered his face to the boy’s spread butt, licking the crevice with the tiny, clenching hole that was the entrance to a manhood that the boy never knew he possessed.

“Aww, Coach!” he cried softly. He was smooth, almost as if he had shaved. The smell of fresh sweat from his wrestling match mixed with deodorant permeated the space around Coach’s head, driving him nearly mad. “Ohh…Ohhh, Goddd, you taste so good!” he whispered. He punched the flexible muscle with his stiffened tongue and it began to give way and push out, making it easier for him to shove his tongue inside him. He pulled the young buns apart, stretching the hole wide open, and drove his tongue deep inside him.

“AAawwhhhhh!” Scott muffled his cry with the pillow over his face.

Coach wanted to tell him it was okay to cry out, nobody would mind in this place, but he didn’t want to take the chance of one of the older boys happening by to hear him. He sucked the boy’s asshole around his tongue till he was loose enough that he could feel the palpitations of his inner-rectal muscles. He loved eating ass almost as much as sucking cock, and this young, tender butt was the most delectable he had ever had. So young, so virginal…his tongue was the first to ever penetrate the sacred hole. The boy’s first cries from being tongue-fucked were music to his ears. Suddenly Scott began thrashing his butt around and clawing at the sheets and Coach’s head.

“Oh, Coach… OH, Coachhh… Ohhhh… OHhh, you’re gonna make me cum! I’m gonna cum, Coach… Ohhh…OHHHHH…..OHHHHHHHHHH!”

As much as he wanted to capture the boy’s load in his mouth, he had to finish him this way and show him the sheer pleasure of his ass. Scott’s asshole loosened then flexed around his tongue with the spasms of his climax. Coach felt the powerful surge with his nose against the boy’s cock-root and a split second later he was shooting and choking on his gasping moans.

The moments that followed would be critical ones, Coach knew. With his youthful lust cooled and his desires satisfied, he didn’t know how Scott would react to what he had done to him. As the boy’s body began to calm down from its tremors, Coach licked his asshole gently and let his butt down in the mattress and his legs fell over Coach’s shoulders. He gently eased out from under them and crawled up to lie beside him. He could see the streaks and pools of come on his stomach and chest and his neck. He wanted badly to lap it up but he couldn’t take the chance of spooking him.

“You okay, Scott?” he asked after a couple of minutes.

“I don’t know… I don’t even know what happened,” he replied breathlessly.

“Well, from the looks of things, you pretty much emptied your balls,” Coach said.

“Yeah, it felt like they were going to get turned inside out,” he said. “I never had such a powerful climax. It felt like I was shooting come from a big reservoir and it wouldn’t stop. And I wasn’t even touching my cock.” Thankfully, he didn’t sound upset; just awed.

“I had no idea you were going to do that when you crawled down between my legs. I thought you were going to go down on me.”

“I’ll do that when you’re ready,” Coach said. He held his breath for the boy’s response.

“I’m gonna be ready in about sixty seconds, Coach,” he said, pushing his cock upright. “Look, it didn’t even go down.”

“Well, maybe that’s because it never got the attention it deserved. Don’t worry, I’ll give it all the attention it wants,” Coach said. He laid his hand on Scott’s stomach, in the streaks of cum. He moved his hand in circles, applying the warm come over his muscle like lotion. “Feels like somebody dumped a reservoir,” he said. He edged Scott’s hand out of the way and took his cock in his own hand. “Damn, this is a canon,” he said as he moved his hand up and down the cum-slick shaft.

“I don’t know why it’s still hard,” Scott said.

“It doesn’t matter; I’ll take care of it,” Coach said. “When I do…when I suck you, I want to do something else at the same time.”

“What?”

“Well, you obviously have a very sensitive ass…”

“Yeah, I didn’t know a guy had feelings in his ass,” Scott said.

“I want to use my finger in place of my tongue.”

He hesitated barely seconds before he nodded with deeply trusting eyes. “Okay. It won’t hurt, will it?”

“Did my tongue hurt?”

“Gosh, no!”

“I can go in deeper with my finger,” Coach said. He rose up and bent over the boy’s middle, his mouth over his cock. He blew hot air over it, causing it to quiver violently, and then lowered his lips around the head.

“OOohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Scott moaned softly. “Ohhh, Coach…..Ohhhh, I never felt anything so awesome!”

“You will,” coach thought; “you will.” He went down the tall tower of meat, well past the three-quarter point, with the head pressing seriously against the opening of his throat. He worked his jaws and throat and took a breath and forced his mouth all the way down to the boy’s pubes. The big cock bore into his throat like a drill, stretching his throat unmercifully. It didn’t fit the curve of his throat; it was so hard that it straightened it. He heard Scott choke on his groan, as if he couldn’t get it out. He held him there for a long moment then moved his head up and down, careful to keep the big cock in his throat, giving the boy an oral pussy to fuck.

“Ohhh… OHhhhh… OHHH… Awwwhhhhhhh,” he moaned again and again as he began clawing at Coach’s shoulders and hair.

Coach eased up so he had the head in his mouth and let the thick spit run down the shaft and over his balls and used it to lube the boy’s asshole. He could feel the tiny, smooth aperture pushing out as before, welcoming his finger. He pushed it in to the first knuckle. Scott let out a little gasp but with barely a wince. Coach took his time. He worked the tip of his finger gently around inside the boy’s ass till he was squirming for more, then he eased in to the second knuckle.

“Aww, coach… Awww, that feels good, just like you said,” Scott said, surprised. “You can give me all of it, Coach.”

He shoved his finger in all the way, all the while, moving his mouth up and down on his cock. Scott gasped and whimpered with pleasure. Coach moved his finger ever-so-gently against the hot, soft ass lining till Scott was squirming harder, and then he began to probe, in search of his love nut. If his asshole was so sensitive, his young, virginal prostate was going to be like a fire-cracker. He found it, the firm-rubber texture of Play-Dough, but he barely touched it. He wanted to work into it gradually, gently. He wanted Scott to realize the new-born pleasure like an awakening. He played him like a finely-tuned violin, brushing his fingertip past the now-swollen love nut, causing Scott to gasp with surprised pleasure. He touched it gently and Scott’s mouth flew open, even more surprised at the pleasure he was feeling. “Ohh, Coach…I d-don’t know w-what you’re doing in there but it feels like I have to cum again, already. The feeling’s there, like it’s not going to go away till I do cum.” Coach rose up from sucking his cock. “I’ll make it better, and then you can cum again whenever you want,” he told him as he probed the nut again.

“Ohhhhh… Ohhhh.if you make it feel any better, Coach, I’m gonna go nuts.”

“Do you want to go nuts, Scott? Do you want me to drive you crazy?”

“I have a feeling you’re going to,” Scott added nervously.

“Yes, I just want you to be ready. You’d better have the pillow handy. I’m going to start to massage that spot and I’m not going to stop till you beg me to.” He started to go back down on the boy’s cock but Scott stopped him.

“When I shoot again…are you gonna keep my cock in your mouth?”

“Yes, I’m going to keep your cock in my mouth. I want this to be something you’ll remember forever. I want you to cum in my mouth,” Coach said.

“Okay. Godd, Coach, that’s something guys only dream about.”

Coach wrapped his smile around the bulging cock head and slipped his lips down the hard shaft. At the same time he began moving his mouth up and down he began fingering the boy’s ass again. He went through the same preliminary routine as before, but without pause. He would bring him to his absolute peak of pleasure now. He alternated his motions; he rubbed the spongy nut with his fingertip for a moment then shoved his finger in and out of his ass, probing it hard. Scott cried out into the pillow. Coach massaged, then fucked him, then massaged again. Then he added a second finger. Scott gasped with surprised but didn’t protest. His asshole welcomed the second finger. He jerked the pillow away long enough to say, “Godd, it feels like you’re fucking me, coach.”

“That day would come, soon,” coach thought. He fluttered his fingertips against the boy’s prostate, causing him to scream into the pillow. Without letup, he began massaging it, then prodding it with a two-finger fucking motion. He alternated from one to the other, without let up. Scott didn’t go off as quickly as he thought he would and he suddenly realized that he was unable to. The pleasure was so intense that it wouldn’t break and let loose.

“Coach! Coach, I can’t cum!” He gasped through the pillow. “I wanta cum so bad…but I can’t!” He sounded a little frightened.

“I’ll make you cum,” Coach said. He maneuvered himself down between Scott’s legs again, without letting go of his cock with his mouth, and with his fingers still in his ass; he didn’t want to loose the momentum he had gained. Between the boy’s legs, he pushed his butt up to the eating position and relinquished his cock and his finger to eat his ass. It was just to force the flood-gates to open up. Once the boy let go, he would serve him the mind-shattering pleasure of his mouth and fingers again to cause the dam to burst.

“Ohh, that’s gonna do it, Coach, just like before,” Scott moaned.

“Tell me when you’re getting close,” Coach said. He played it carefully, bringing him to the bring with his tongue, then when Scott choked out that he was getting close, Coach got back on his cock and shoved his fingers back into his ass. He easily found the boy’s love nut and tapped it like a drum, then probed it with his stiff fingers, then massaged it between his fingers. He heard Scott screaming in the pillow, begging him to stop, begging him not to, and begging him to make him cum before he went out of his mind.

Coach began counting the seconds till the explosion, a little fearful that he’d taken the boy too far, into something he couldn’t handle. But suddenly, it happened. Scott pushed Coach’s head down, forcing him to swallow his whole cock and jerked the pillow away and began cursing like a sailor, like he’d never heard a young boy curse before. His cock bolted deep in his throat and his asshole quivered violently around his fingers. His prostate palpitated under the touch of his fingers then pulsated like a violent heartbeat that sent the quakes up through his cock along with a gushing stream of cum. Scott grabbed the pillow over his face again when he started cumming. Coach got the first salvo deep in his throat, but when Scott let go of his head, he raised up so he could take the rest of it in his mouth. He wanted to feel the power behind the boy’s cum. He wanted to taste the sweet nectar of his manhood. It felt like the second time was a copious as the first. His mouth was soon filled with the stuff and running out the corner of his mouth till he swallowed it. The belching cock spewed out more cum, filling his mouth again, and again. Coach wondered where it was all coming from. The boy did, indeed have a reservoir of cum.

Scott jerked the pillow off his face and reached down with his other hand to pulled Coach’s hand away from his ass. “I can’t take anymore!” he gasped.

Coach gently removed his finger, massing the lining of the boy’s ass on the way out, and at the same time he raised up off of his cock. It gave one last jolt and sent another spurt of cum that hit his lips. Coach licked it off and crawled back up beside the boy. The moments that followed were long and quiet--even unnerving. What was Scott thinking? Maybe he had taken things over the top. He should have waited, been satisfied to suck his cock and no more. Scott’s eyes were closed, his breathing returning to normal, his great cock lying across one hip, still oozing come. Coach longed to lap it up, but he didn’t dare. Not till he knew what was going on in Scott’s head.

“Are you okay?” he asked finally.

“I don’t know, coach,” he replied. “I didn’t know sex could be so intense.”

“Are you okay?” Coach asked again.

“I will be, as soon as I come back down from wherever you took me.”

“You’re worrying me Scott; it doesn’t sound like you’re okay with it.”

He laughed softly. “I’m okay coach,” he said. “I’m just lying here wondering what else you’re going to show me.”

“Nothing that you don’t want me to,” Coach said. He rose up with his head propped up and put his hand on Scott’s abs. “I mean that, Scott. I’ll show you everything…do anything you’ll let me…but only if you want it. You gotta promise me, you’ll stop me if I try something you’re afraid for me to do, of if you don’t want me to do it.”

“I promise,” he said. After a moment, he observed, “You, uh…you swallowed my cum.”

“Yes. Does that bother you?”

“No, it’s something guys only dream about. I was just wondering…what does it taste like?”

“Come on,” Coach chided him, “don’t tell me you never tasted your own cum.”

“Well…sure, the stuff that oozes out when you’re jacking off,” he admitted. “But not the real stuff…you know the thick stuff that shoots out. What’s that taste like?”

“I guess you could say it’s an acquired taste,” Coach said. “Not everyone’s tastes the same. Yours was not hard to take. It was tangy sweet, and tasted fresh.”

“It was fresh, all right. I barely had time to work up the second load.” “If you’d had more time, you would’ve choked me with it,” Coach said.

“Do you think I’ll be able to do that, Coach?” Scott asked. “When I was trying to suck your cock, I wondered about it…if you would cum in my mouth, and if I could handle it.”

“First, I would never cum in your mouth unless you wanted me to,” Coach said. “And if you want to try it, fine, but if you don’t like it, get off of it and spit it out and you’ll know.”

“Are you gay, Coach?” The question jolted him and he didn’t know how to answer for a moment. “I’m sorry, maybe I was out of line…”

“No, that’s okay. It’s a valid question. I never put that label on myself, but to answer you truthfully, I guess I am. I don’t know many straight men who would eat a boy’s ass or suck his cock or take his load and swallow it.”

“That is pretty gay stuff,” Scott said.

“Scott, if you’re worried…going down on me doesn’t make you gay. Liking what I did to you doesn’t make you gay.”

“What about if I wanted to do more…suck your cock again and…and try your load.”

“Let me put it this way. This may be an oversimplification but anything you do the first time is an experiment.”

“What if I went after Braden, or Sean or some other guys in the locker room?”

“One time with Braden or Sean or anyone else, isn’t going to make you gay,” Coach said. “If you go back for more, with more guys…well, that’s something else. I can’t give you the answers, Scott. Just know that I’m here for you, anytime, for anything you need.