I find it easy to admit the truth, I had nearly creamed my jeans for two days running. I was beyond excitement, mere excitement had past when I first read Coach's note that he was going on the road ... alone! No, it was anticipation of imminent ecstasy overtaking me, my heart racing, my dick throbbing. After all, another of my deepest dreams was about to come true. After being team captain for the past year, I was going to get to spend the night with Coach .... in his room ..... in his bed! Yes!
I walked down the hotel hall, my overnight bag in my hand, looking for the room number. There were other people in the hall finding their rooms. I think they had gotten off the team bus that pulled in right before me. I felt pretty naughty, sneaking in to stay with my hunk of a coach. As I looked at the room numbers, 113 ... 115... I was thinking about all the times I'd wished I could go along on one of Coach's out of town excursions. I passed room 117, remembering how Coach had once said he would have liked to have had me in Jamaica to suck on his man meat out in the jungle. What a thought! I turned the corner and saw his room number. Yes, I was certain that many desires would be explored and thoroughly satisfied behind that door. I raised my fist to knock, grinning ... thinking of Coach's motivation and dreaming of laying my hot ass next his firm body .... all night long.
The door opened and revealed Coach, also grinning. He wore gym shorts and his muscular hairy legs were clearly visible. So many times when I'm with Coach it seems like a dream and this night was even more so. Most times when I've visited coach's office we get down to the discipline business right away. It's usually best to get the licks over with. It gets my ass good and hot along with my dick stiff and hard. But tonight was meant to be special. It had already been a long full day of work for both of us. I felt both tired and energized at the same time, though the tiredness disappeared from my mind as Coach laid down on the bed facing me and pulled me down on top of him.
Coach had a boyish smile on his handsome face and a oh so _s_e_x_y twinkle in his blue eyes. Though unspoken, they were telling me to seduce Coach, to make sure that he knew how much I had wanted this night. My hands gently gripped his shoulders, kneading his muscles and slowly moving my fingers down his chest. I leaned forward kissing on his chin.... his cheek, running my hand over his dark brown hair. My tongue pressed against his ear, licking his lobe into my eager mouth. My mouth was hungry for Coach as I moved to his neck .... kissing, licking passionately but also so carefully .... no marks can ever remain. I eased closer to Coach's lips, gently pressing mine to his lower lip, looking deep into his eyes. Looking for that special permission to place my lips dead center on his, to part his lips with my tongue and kiss him like no man has ever kissed Coach .... It makes me hot to dream, to fantasize.
Though Coach was enjoying his team captain's attention it was getting late and the subject of team motivation hadn't been mentioned. Coach stood me up and loosened my belt. I held on to the waistband of the boxers I had worn so they wouldn't come down too as Coach pulled my jeans down past the curve of my ass. I was becoming excited as he pulled off his shirt and shorts and walked over to where his luggage sat. I finished taking off my jeans and shirt as I watched Coach unzip his bag and remove the paddle with holes. Coach held the handle in his right hand and cupped the business end with his left as he walked to where I stood at the end of the bed. Was there a slight tapping of the paddle against his hand, or just my imagination? At any rate, my buns were tingling, cause they were in for a blistering!
Coach lifted his foot up onto the bed and guided me toward his outstretched knee. I took my position dead set against his hard muscular thigh, my firm little butt pushed out as I lifted myself on my toes. I was thinking about my bare ass just covered by the cotton boxers.... thinking it was going to feel like getting that paddling in gym class with just a jock and gym shorts! Thinking about the embarrassment when everyone in the class knows that you're getting your ass WHACKED! Man that first one hit hard ...WHACK .... my head moved to the side to get a clear view of Coach connecting his paddle with my burning ass .... WHACK! Oh man, Coach was delivering some solid, hard licks with that paddle and it wasn't ending at three!. He wasn't swinging long and the swats weren't making a lot of noise, but I can readily say that each and every swat was solid and making a very HOT impression on my buns! My shorts stuck against my buns as the paddle seared them to my tender skin! WHACK! Coach knew he was making an impression too as he set the paddle aside and bared my butt to the mirror, just pulling the shorts below my cheeks but leaving them covering my dick in the front. It was RED .... those holes add a lot of sting and heat to a boy's ass!
I waited for Coach's direction, as any boy who is receiving discipline should! Was I going to feel the paddle on my bare tenderized buns or was Coach going to motivate his team captain a different way?. We weren't on school time, not this evening, so the only rules were Coach's own.
I like Coach's rules! He led me across the bed and I felt Coach on top of me, his hot crotch pushing against my fiery ass .... gently thrusting his hard _c_o_c_k_ over my cheeks .... holding his hard body against mine. "You're going to get that hot ass _f_u_c_k_ed tonight." Coach whispered. Yes!!!
"I dreamt Saturday night about sucking on Coach's nipples and on your toes." I smiled as I confessed. " It was real vivid."
Coach turned to his side and asked, "How did you do it?"
There was no better way to explain than to wet my lips with my tongue and place my mouth around Coach's hard left nipple. I wanted Coach to feel the hunger, the passion, the joy, the need in me to please him. My tongue surrounded and firmly caressed his nipple as I sucked and milked on it with my mouth. Yeah this is how I nursed on his masculine chest in my dream .... licking, nibbling, sucking as if all of my nourishment came from Coach's body. I was stiff and I knew that soon my oral desires wouldn't allow me to stop at Coach's tit, no I could feel his hard _c_o_c_k_ throbbing, oozing pre cum against my stomach .... I knew there was plenty of hot sweet Coach cum stored up in his swollen balls.
That was where I was headed, down to the tenting wet spot soaking through Coach's pouch briefs. My mouth opened slightly to let my tongue lick up the sweet taste of pre cum. I kissed around his brief covered _c_o_c_k_ head and slid my lips down along its thick shaft..... but it was too much .... too tempting for a hungry boy! My hand reached up to the waistband of coach's briefs and pulled them down .... slightly .... just enough to put my whole mouth around Coach's swollen, wet, _c_o_c_k_ head. I sucked down, massaging it with the tip of my tongue.
"You're cheating." Coach said. I smiled to myself as I quickly moved my naughty mouth down to the cloth covering Coach's balls. My eyes looked up at Coach from between his legs as I began to mouth and moisten his balls. I could see his hand slipping under his waistband and pulling them down, not back up. I immediately switched my attention back to Coach's _c_o_c_k_ as it snapped back against his stomach. I glided up the shaft, lubricating it with my saliva. My mouth once again surrounded his engorged man meat, methodically lapping it deeper in my throat with my tongue, taking it all the way in! Yes, deep throating Coach's meat is a way to show Coach that his team captain is going to give 100 percent to Coach! and I love to give Coach 100 percent!
I continued to stroke his throbbing _c_o_c_k_ with my throat muscles massaging it deep, coming up only to breath. Indescribable satisfaction to play that rhythm on Coach's big meat. But I couldn't forget where my Coach cum is made, no sir, I wouldn't ever forget that Coach's smooth balls need to be kissed and sucked into my hot wet mouth. Such a rush massaging them, first one at a time with just my lips and tongue, and then both as they fill my whole mouth.
But guys, we couldn't go too far .... my tight little ass still needed to be banged by Coach's _c_o_c_k_, and it still deserved some additional warming for not asking before kissing on Coach's _c_o_c_k_.
Coach stood with the paddle in his hand. He placed his foot back up on the bed and I positioned myself over his outstretched knee. I could plainly see that my ass was still red as the first swat landed swiftly on my bare ass. MAN it BURNED! WHACK! The second came just as fast and hard!! WHACK, WHACK, WHACK,!!! These swats were coming with an authoritative thunder .... each one landing dead center on my lower cheeks and upper legs. Man, Coach was definitely providing me with sound dose of discipline! WHACKKK! My ass was on fire, the tremendous sting was unbelievable and that last swat was by far the hardest!
"I always end with a hard one!" Coach told me. I thought to myself "I'm sure that was like in school!".... and just like those young men in class with their burning buns, I was glad that Coach set the paddle with holes aside.
My ass had truly received a blistering as each and every one of those swats had found its target right across my firm buns. I could remember seeing my cheek quaking as each swat hit my flesh. Man, I could readily imagine how those boys in Coach's class feel as they return to the classroom and sit their paddled buns down on a hard desk seat. Yeah, Coach knows all too well that when he's finished administering a paddling, those boys, and this boy too, have learned an important lesson! But beyond the discipline I'm very lucky to earn Coach's extra, involved motivation, something that goes hand in hand with a good spanking. That's getting my red and still hot ass spanked by a hard Coach _f_u_c_k_ing .... like only Coach can do. You see Coach is a married man so he gets lots of practice _f_u_c_k_ing, and his balls makes a lot of cum which keeps him super horny. I think _f_u_c_k_ing is something that Coach has always enjoyed ... and this team captain has been working hard to show Coach the pleasures that a willing stud butt and mouth can give to a hot man! Lord, I know that Coach completely satisfies my hungry ass every time I feel his _c_o_c_k_ pushing it's way through my tight hole, filling me up completely!
"I think your ass needs to be Coach _f_u_c_k_ed."
I'd waited for those words to come from Coach. I reached over to my overnight bag and pulled out the lube and a rubber. I smiled big as Coach loosened my hole first with one probing finger and then two, it felt wonderful, though was just a small prelude to Coach's _c_o_c_k_.
Coach reached down for the rubber and I dropped to my knees letting my mouth and tongue have there final moments of bliss sucking his _c_o_c_k_ down my throat and grasping his hot ass with my hands. Coach _c_o_c_k_ was huge, stiff and throbbing as he lifted me off and unrolled the rubber down his shaft. That extra skin fits so tight against his big _c_o_c_k_ that I wonder sometimes if it's there. I spread my legs apart and bent down as Coach rubbed his _c_o_c_k_ up and down the base of my crack, finally stopping at the small indentation and pushing gently with his hips, pushing his dick head past my sphincter. "Ohhhh" I gasped, as much out of pleasure as out of the momentary pain, as he pushed in. Yes ... I pushed my ass back against Coach, urging his _c_o_c_k_ in deep, all the way. I turned and looked back at the mirror as Coach lifted his left leg up and began slowly thrusting his _c_o_c_k_.
"Can you see Coach's _c_o_c_k_ sliding into your ass?" Coach asked as he looked back in the mirror too. Lord yes I love to watch Coach's ass pump. I could see the upper half of Coach's ass flexing, but man I could feel his _c_o_c_k_ banging my ass harder and harder. I could imagine the view Coach had as he looked in the mirror.... seeing his full muscular cheeks squeezing together as he plowed all the way against my ass cheeks and relaxing, exposing his manhole as he pulled almost out. Man, thinking about that sight and laying in bed at night fingering my manhole, remembering how Coach's _c_o_c_k_ feels inside of me keeps me hard and horny and totally satisfied between the times I get to train with Coach ... and man, Coach was doing a fantastic job of recharging those thoughts!
I was breathing hard. Yeah nothing like a man _f_u_c_k_ing his stud boy. To think that a few reddening whacks on a firm set of athletic buns can create so much spontaneous combustion of passion and _s_e_x_ual pleasure! Coach laid me forward on the bed and wildly pumped my upraised boy pussy. "Coach is dicking his boy good .... yeah, _f_u_c_k_ Coach back ... show Coach that you want his _c_o_c_k_!"
"Oh God Sir" I pumped back tightening my ass around Coach's massive _c_o_c_k_! "OH GOD COACH _f_u_c_k_ ME .... YES!!" I wanted Coach to know that I needed his _c_o_c_k_... not just want! I needed to feel his muscular arms holding me tight .... pulling me toward his pounding meat! "_f_u_c_k_ my ass hard so all the team knows what the team captain gets!!" I couldn't feel the sting of the paddle anymore. All I was aware of was coach's hot body as it slowed and then continued short, deep thrusts that pushed spontaneous tremors through my insides as Coach's cum erupted with massive spurts deep inside my warm body. Man I wanted to milk it more ... trying to contract my pleasured ass muscles one more time. I didn't want to give up the indescribable pleasure of having Coach's _c_o_c_k_ a part of me.
We were both smiling when we climbed back into the bed to sleep. Coach lifted the covers over me and put his arm around me, pulling my exhausted body against his. Coach held me close through the night and though I should have slept, I needed to feel and absorb every moment of being with Coach. I'd waited so long for this opportunity, dreamt so often, and yes, it was everything I had dreamed of. Somehow, ever since I started playing on Coach's team, he has found a way to bring dreams, fantasies to life. I look back and remember when Coach responded to my first request to consider paddling me and bringing those fantasies to life... he wrote, "YOU FOUND IT." Coach, I surely have!