Ah summer, a time for relaxing, for running free, a time for exploring. I've always imagined summer as the time when Coach didn't always adhere to all the school day rules as he worked the summer athletic camps and provided private training sessions. Imagining those athletic camps sets my mind racing with thoughts of Coach calling those young jocks into his office, lecturing them for their infraction of the rules, and then, guiding each one into the proper position bent over with legs spread just right. Coach braces his hand on the young jock's back while he surveys those taunt double targets and slowly raises his paddle up high making those nervous jock buns wait for that first sweet kiss. Or I picture Coach as he acts as the witness while one of the other Coaches provides the efficient paddle burn. I get off when I think about those other boys receiving their swats before it becomes my turn. I like to feel those butterflies in my stomach knowing that my time is coming and that all eyes will be watching my ass.
Summer was when I first got introduced to Coach's paddle. I had been one of the lucky ones to make the team and receive some personal training with Coach. I'll never forget that day when Coach promised me I'd get a "HOT, _s_e_x_y spanking session that would leave me feeling well-disciplined and a thoroughly blistered bottom!" Well guys, Coach didn't lie that day or since. That's why I know that all the rules aren't followed in summer, and that's why I keep comming back for refreshers.
While Coach is a very handsome and muscular man, Saturday I found Coach especially HOT and _s_e_x_Y . He strode into the room in leather sandals and wore a black pullover shirt and gray shorts that draped his body perfectly, subtly hinting at the muscles that lay beneath. Coach smiled at me with those clear blue eyes and stated, "So you need a paddling." No questions here.
"Yes Sir." I was already removing my wallet from my back pocket and taking off my watch and shoes as Coach removed his watch and pulled his trusty paddle with holes from his gym bag.
My _c_o_c_k_ was already stirring quite noticably as Coach approached me and placed his left foot up on the corner of the bed. His knee was outstretched and I could see those gray shorts tightening around his muscular ass. I could sense Coach watching my khaki shorts stretch across my buns as I lifted myself up on my toes to position myself dead flat across his knee. My feet were spread about two feet apart and as I turned my head to the side I looked straight back into the mirror behind me at the outline of my two muscle mounds guarding the shorts creasing my butt crack. I could see the reflection of Coach raising the oak paddle in an arc back and up and his gaze intently focused on my ass. My dick was pressing against Coach's leg and was growing as I watched the paddle swiftly swing down with a loud crack and WHACK! Straight across my lower buns. I could immediately feel its hot burn concentrate in that three inch stripe across my ass. The burn radiated quickly through the thin cotton shorts and straight into the bare skin below. My dick pushed hard against my jock pouch as the noise echoed and that sting intensified. My eyes continued transfixed to the mirror as Coach let loose with another loud WHACK! It was as if I was watching another boy getting it, but it was my little bottom that was reacting as the board seared across both buns at a slight angle just above the first. My dick was starting to throb as was my ass when the third WHACK landed with a quick snap from underneath. I could really feel the raw power of that oak burning that highly sensitive area at the base of my ass and upper thighs. WOW! Coach wasn't just playing, no this was meant to be some typical school swats and Coach had delivered them as if there was at least two layers of protection on my ass!
My jock pouch stood straight out as Coach slowly lowered my shorts past the curve of my muscled butt. There in the mirror was my two hairy little buns with a defined pink area across the bottom half, framed in by the white leg straps of my jock.
"Never pink enough." Coach's large hand rubbed my ass and gently pushed the left leg strap aside. There remained that small strip of white where the strap absorbed some of the paddle's energy.
"Yeah Coach, this is how those boys you've paddled in class look when they run home to check their butts out." I though, was lucky enough to have Coach to check my ass out with me.
I was still smiling at the pink glow when I felt Coach's left hand on my shoulder guiding me back over his knee and felt his right hand smacking away at my blushing cheeks. Smack .... smack.... smack ... smack the sound of hand against bare ass filled the room and surprisingly sounded louder than the paddle. I quickly lost count as my bottom warmed appreciably and my eyes glanced over to Coach's still clothed ass. I have always loved watching Coach's masculine ass, knowing that as a student, his ass had regular visits with his principal's and coach's paddle. I like to think that as he paddles his students he is also thinking back to those days when he joined the other southern boys with red stinging butts. Something so _s_e_x_y about growing up in a state where 25% of the men got their ass blistered in school. I was thinking about those other boys when Coach reached around and felt hold of my bulging jock pouch. He stood behind me and I rubbed my hand on his crotch. Coach's _c_o_c_k_ was getting bigger.
"Let's get some of these clothes off." Coach started unbuttoning my shirt as I stepped out of my shorts. I tossed my shirt aside as Coach pulled his shirt over his head revealing a ribbed white undershirt beneath. That made my dick throb harder as I imagined the bottom of that white undershirt just covering the top of his ass crack, framing his hot smooth muscled buns. My heartbeat quickened even more as Coach unzipped his shorts revealing a red, white and blue jock strap holding back Coach's thick married _c_o_c_k_. I wore a wide grin at that point.
Man, I was hoping, wishing that I could have some of Coach's _c_o_c_k_. Hoping that it was time for Coach to partake in some man _s_e_x_. Hoping that if I took the discipline like a man and made Coach hot then I might make Coach want to spank my tight hole with his dick and his balls.
I was babbling as Coach pulled off the undershirt. He stood there smiling for a moment as I admired the black hair accentuating his perfectly defined pecs, his washboard abdomen and his well muscled arms. Coach knows how to make good use of those muscles.
"So you've been needing this paddling?" Coach stepped to the bed and picked the paddle back up.
"Yes Sir, just like all those other boys you've paddled. Just like those jocks."
"Jocks need to be paddled everyday." Coach stated that quickly as he bent me back over his leg and alined the paddle across my bare ass. I didn't wait long before Coach raised it and sent it slamming across that bare skin.
"One" I thought to myself as the fire raced across my butt. WHACK!!! The second one hit and I was arching myself up on my toes trying to escape, just a little.
"The football Coach always says it's best to paddle bare ass to make sure that you get it just right... not to much... but certainly not too little. You can get the job done more efficiently when you can see the results of the paddle firsthand!" WHACK .... WHACK ....WHACK ....WHACK .... Yes Sir, Coach was getting it done efficiently .... and not too little!
My ass was totally on fire but so was my throbbing dick. Coach dropped the paddle onto the bed and started to massage my back, pushing my tee shirt up my back with one hand while the other kept the heat building on my ass with hand swat after hand swat.
Coach moved his hand around to my chest, pinching my nipples as he raised me to an upright position. "That's hot." Coach's dick was rock hard and pushing against my spanked ass. I was tightening my buns together trying to grab hold of his bulging jock pouch, trying to tempt Coach with the fire he had placed on my ass. My dick stiffened more as he recounted an article where some other Coaches were talking about leaving marks when paddling ... and saying they'd fade. I throbbed even more when he pushed my shirt up over my head and turned me around to face him and I felt his lips and tongue gently licking my nipple.
That was the sign I had prayed for.... I wanted to pounce, the desires to taste Coach's body had been boiling inside me for weeks..... and Coach paddling me had just made the desire stronger. My mouth was quivering as I reached down to his nipple and lapped it with my tongue, kissing it softly before I sucked it into my mouth. I heard Coach moan as my tongue twirled around it and I nibbled on it a little more forcibly. I relished Coach's moans of ecstasy and enjoyed sucking on his nipples but my naughty boy desires were forcing me down to my knees, down to where I was looking straight at Coach's _c_o_c_k_ straining against the jock pouch. My heart was pounding and my mouth watering as I looked up into Coach's blue eyes for permission.
"A good boy takes his paddling and then sucks on his Coach's dick." Delight rushed over my body when I heard those words and I wasted no time in engulfing as much of Coach's _c_o_c_k_ as his jock would allow me, and his _c_o_c_k_ wasted no time in rewarding me with the wonderful flavor of pre cum oozing through the cotton pouch.
"God Coach, you taste so good!" The garbled words leaked from my mouth since I didn't want to take my lips off of his thick _c_o_c_k_. I worked the roof of my mouth behind his _c_o_c_k_ head pulling the waistband down as I suckled on that head like a baby on a teat. I was hungry! My tongue extended down the base of his shaft trying capture a taste of its skin through the webbed cotton. I wanted Coach's _c_o_c_k_ so much!
"Yeah, suck on all of my _c_o_c_k_." Coach reached his hand down in front of his jock and I moved on mouth to his balls. Lapping at them as my eyes looked up to Coach's hand tucked inside his jock. I thought at first that Coach was stroking on his meat as my tongue licked at his ball sac but then I realized that he was freeing his _c_o_c_k_ from the confines of that pouch. I could see his large glistening, purplish red engorged _c_o_c_k_ head standing upward out the left side of his pouch. It was freed and was seducing me closer. I reach up and closed my eyes as enclosed my hot wet mouth around its head. I was in heaven as I swallowed, and pulled his whole _c_o_c_k_ free from the jock easing my lips to bottom out against coach's pubic hair. I could feel my throat constricting around its throbbing head as I sought to slowly milk Coach's sweet cum from his balls. My head had begun a rhythmic bobbing when I felt Coach grab hold of my head and force it all the way back down to the base of his _c_o_c_k_.
"Deep Throat Coach's _c_o_c_k_ .... yeah ... show him how much you want this _c_o_c_k_! You got your bad boy ass paddled and now you're taking care of Coach! Let Coach know how much you want to suck it!" Coach continued to plow my head down on his huge _c_o_c_k_ for a few moment more. I wanted more! I heard his moans of pleasure and felt Coach's hand leave my head and reach down for the paddle. I continued to suck with all my desires because I soon felt the hot sting of the paddle whacking the top of my left butt cheek and then the right.
"Yes Coach paddle me hard!" I had let his _c_o_c_k_ out of my mouth, letting it slap my face as I caught my breath and I straightened my legs back, giving Coach a clear uninterrupted view of my red ass. Coach put his dick back in my mouth and laid the paddle hard down the length of my left butt cheek. WHACK! WHACK! I could feel the tremendous sting as the end of the paddle connected to my upper thighs and I felt the burn as the rest of the paddle flattened out the mound all the way to the top of my ass. Man, I know that Coach was getting off on watching that red on my ass burn to a deeper shade because each swat was thrusting my mouth hard against his throbbing dick!
"I need to get me some of that sweet boy pussy!" Coach tossed the paddle onto the bed and pulled his dick out of my mouth. "You got your stuff?"
"Oh yes Coach!" I reached around to my bag and searched for the lube. I know I was shaking from excitement and it showed as I tried to pull one rubber from the package and brought out four. Oh God, I was going to get _f_u_c_k_ed in just moments! I was bent over with my legs spread, still wearing my white jock, just like waiting for the paddle in the locker room. My hand were down in front of me, bracing myself, and my eyes were looking back at my _c_o_c_k_ straining at the moist area of my jock. Coach had the lube on his finger gently loosening my tight boy pussy much like the warm up taps that we so often hear about in the principals office. But taps aren't the main show in the principal's office or Coach's locker room. As soon as Coach's finger left my hole, I could feel the main show, big and hard, pressing at my hole. Man, I wanted it! I wanted to make Coach feel great. I wanted Coach to feel his _c_o_c_k_ on fire from the ass he had paddled! I gritted my teeth and pushed on my asshole muscles... opening them slightly .... and then a push back with my ass as Coach held on to my hips. I was looking back, seeing Coach's ass in the mirror, seeing my dick spurting big drops of pre cum through the jock pouch to the bed below as I impaled my ass onto Coach's throbbing dick! Yeah just what I needed .... a indescribable pleasure that builds with each thrust of Coach's body!
Jesus, the electricity shot through that room as Coach clenched his hot ass cheeks together and drove his _c_o_c_k_ in deep! I watched as Coach lifted his leg so I could see his crack and his ball slapping. I watched, and my dick stiffened even more as Coach slapped my ass with his hand and then reached behind him and spanked his own ass hard with one .... then two slaps. Smacking his ass like a cowboy on a bronco. That was hot feeling that Coach was fantasizing back to his teenage days when he got licks and jacked off .... but this time he was _f_u_c_k_ing his big load into a hot boy ass!
"Lay down so I can really spank you deep with my balls!"
"Yes, I want you all the way spanking me!" My dick dug hard into the bed as I streched out on the bed. I could feel Coach firm hard body on top of mine and I heard and felt his ball sac slapping against my ass with each pump. I grabbed hold of my dick as my ass arched upward to meet Coach's deep thrusts head-on. I was trying my best to tighten and grip his _c_o_c_k_, hold him in when I felt Coach's rhythm hesitate .... I knew that was when my ass needed to _f_u_c_k_ him back, firm and steadily .... squeeze every last drop of cum from Coach! I felt that electricity pulsing throughout his body as his muscles stiffened and then completely relaxed as his orgasm exploded into me!
"I love you being a part of me" I gasped as I tried to catch my breath. I loved feeling his heart beating and knowing even thought I'd been spanked and _f_u_c_k_ed that I was secure under Coach's firm muscular body.
Yes summer was starting out good. We rolled over and Coach looked at my hard dick. "I want you to jack off for me. I know you would have liked to have been in one of those jock line ups at grade time, with you about the fourth one in line watching those other boys bending over and taking their swats, butts turning redder with each swing of the coach's paddle, watching those nervous looks, contemplating that sizzling pain knowing it's going to be your turn in about ...." Coach couldn't finish as I moaned loudly and cum spurted from my dick. My jock had been soaked with the pre cum from Coach _f_u_c_k_ing me and now my stomach was covered with the real stuff.
"Let's hit the shower!" Coach stood up from the bed and walked into the bright light of the bathroom.
As he passed the mirror I smiled as I saw the small pink tint from the smacks on Coach's ass. When I passed the mirror and looked at my own ass in the bright mirror I had to say, "Looks like I got sunburned back there."
"No, I'd say paddle burned .... and Coach's summer has just started!"