Coach's Office Hours

“Men have needs that women can’t always fulfill,” I said to the Russo boy as he sipped a soda in my office. I heard the last of the students leave – everyone was going home for the day. “I’m a married man, as you know, but even my wife can’t give me everything I need.”

“Yeah, my girlfriend never wants to do it,” he said. “I have to beg her for it, and even then sometimes she just gives me a blowjob.”

“Hey blowjobs are great, but men need to fuck!” I said. I wasn’t worried about using that kind of language around my boys – I wanted to be on their level, to trust me, and part of that was being real with them. “They need a tight, warm pussy to sink their cock into.”

“Right! You get it, Coach,” Mario said.

“Sure I do,” I said, and sat back in my chair, casually caressing my crotch. “And different guys have different needs. For instance, I love cock almost as much as I love pussy. But my wife can’t give me that, so I have to go outside of my relationship to get it, and that’s okay.”

“You do? Really?” Mario said.

“Yep. Always have,” I said. “I like it down my throat and deep in my ass. You ever fucked a guy in the ass?”

Mario surprised me. “Well, a couple months ago we were having a party at Jeremy’s house, everyone was drunk and we all ran a train on Josh Harvey, who’s a fag. It was crazy but pretty hot.”

“Nice,” I said. “Yeah there’s nothing like fucking a tight ass. But I’ll tell ya, getting fucked is almost as fun. I just love bending over to take a hard, raw dick,” I said, my eyes trained on Mario’s crotch which was pulsing and moving.

“Damn, Coach. I had no idea. Maybe we could help each other out, huh?” Mario said, grabbing his crotch and smirking at me.

“Take that thing out, Russo,” I said.

“Right here?” he said.

“Everyone’s gone home and nobody comes into my office without knocking first. Now c’mon, I wanna see what you got.”

“Sure, Coach,” Mario said, and he stood up and let it out. Man it was a fine piece. Thick and long, hairy. Without even thinking about it I walked over to him and got on my knees.

“That’s a beautiful cock, Russo,” I said as I took it in my hand. “Your girlfriend’s a fool not to want this in her pussy all the time.” And I took it in my mouth, sliding my lips down the rounded mushroom head and stretching them around his shaft.

“Oh fuck, Coach,” Mario said. “Damn, your mouth feels so good.” I groaned and took him deeper, all the way until the root of his cock was stretching out my throat and my nose was in his fragrant pubes. Then I slid out of him all the way and lapped at his balls. While I sucked on them I unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down over the huge mounds of my ass, revealing my hairy, jock-strap-framed ass.

“Damn, Coach. Your ass is so hot!”

“You’re gonna fuck it in a minute. Got a big load stored up in these nuts, Russo?” I said, rolling those heavy orbs full of teen cum around on my tongue.

“Hell yeah I do, Coach. I haven’t cum in two days.”

“You gonna shoot that up your Coach’s pussy then?” I said.

“Yeah, Coach? You want me to?”

“Damn straight I do. I love a thick  teen dick. My asshole is hungry for it,” I said pressing a finger to my hot hole.

“Can I eat you out, Coach? I love eating pussy,” Russo said. I smiled and stood up.

“Sure you can,” I said, turning around and getting one leg up on my desk, then bending over so my ass was spread wide. “Have at it.”

“Damn, Coach. I’ve thought about fucking your ass before, not gonna lie,” he said, and then I felt his tongue sink inside me.

“Eat that pussy, Russo,” I said, groaning. “Get it nice and ready for your cock.”

“Mmph...” the kid groaned as he buried his face in my butt, working his tongue into my hole. I reached into my desk drawer and brought out some lube, pumped it into my hand and reached back to stroke it into his fat cock.

“Fuck, Coach,” Mario said, standing up and pressing his lubed-up cock to my ass. “You’re really hungry for dick, aren’t you?”

“Damn right I am,” I said, pushing back until the tip of his cock sank into me. “Slide that bad boy into me, c’mon. Gimme that hard teen cock.”

“Damn, Coach, your ass feels better than my girlfriend’s pussy,” Russo said, slowly humping his hips into me.

“Don’t hold back, boy. Fuck me. Fuck your Coach.” Grunts and groans took over, along with the wet sound and slaps of Mario’s cock pounding into me. The kid fucked slow and steady – he’d clearly had some practice, or natural talent. “Goddamn you’re fucking that ass good, Russo,” I said.

“I’m not gonna last long, Coach,” he said.

“That’s alright, boy. Gimme that load whenever you’re ready.” I jacked my cock as the kid fucked me, timing it out so that we could cum at the same time.

“Oh fuck Coach, I’m gonna cum. Gonna nut in you. Fuck!” He held tight to my hips. I felt his cock pulse as it began to shoot deep inside me.

“That’s it, sport, shoot that nut deep in me. Don’t pull out, hold it deep. Unload every drop in me,” I said. “Fuck I’m gonna cum too,” I said, and my cock pulsed and jerked as it spewed a thick load all over my desk.

“Wow, Coach, I didn’t know you could take dick so good,” Russo said as he pulled out and yanked up his sweatpants.

“Well don’t go telling any of your teammates. I’m not some party slut you guys can pass around. But I would be glad to take that cock of yours anytime you want to give it to me,” I said, buttoning my shorts and adjusting my ball cap.

“Hell yeah, Coach! Can I fuck you again tonight? My girl has practice so she can’t meet up.”

“Slow down there, Russo. Remember, I’m a married man. But why don’t you come by my office tomorrow after school lets out and you can pump another load into me then. Sound good?”

“Sure does,” Mario said, and I watched him happily head out of school. I take pride in being able to give personalized attention to my students, and it only sweetens the deal when I can get a nice load out of it.

All characters are age 18 or older.