Gay Erotic Stories

Kyle dreaded soccer practice at Riley High. He somehow managed to make the varsity team and only stuck it out as it helped his prospects of getting into the college of his choice. He was an above average player and even managed to score a goal once in a while. But somehow his heart wasn’t in it and he grew weary of the brutish attitude of most of his teammates who wore their varsity status as a badge of masculinity. He hated the endless drills and having to run 50 laps around the field until his sides ached listening to Coach Witherspoon bark at the team like some drill sergeant. He never looked forward to the locker room scene after practice. The other guys strutting around buck-naked, whipping each other with their wet towels and continuously calling each other faggot. He made sure to keep his eyes focused on a spot on the floor so he couldn’t be caught checking out the guys as they stripped off their sweaty jocks. Of course, that’s all he could think about as he quickly undressed, head bowed down.

Most days, he’d be the first one to hit the showers and out of there in a flash. He’d bike straight home and lay in his room touching himself, thinking about the young strong bodies of his teammates. He’d imagine reaching out to caress the rippled wet flesh in the showers. Most of all, he’d think about Coach Witherspoon. His chiseled rugged face and short black hair, broad shoulders and hairy chest. Coach Witherspoon must have been in his mid-thirties. Everyone knew his tragic story. The star athlete at Riley High, he was headed for professional league soccer after college but screwed up his knee so badly his career ended before it even began. He’d married his high school sweetheart who abruptly left him after his injury. He returned to Riley High and had been coaching the varsity soccer and wrestling teams for the past dozen years. Everyone thought he was a hard-ass but respected him as a great coach. He managed to get the Regional Soccer Championship Cup for the team for the past five years.

Kyle could swear he’d caught the coach checking him out one day after practice as he got out of the shower but he convinced himself that it was just wishful thinking. Coach Witherspoon couldn’t be queer. He must have been the manliest guy he knew. He was tough with all the players but also very encouraging. He noted each player’s strengths and made sure they were aware of them.

Kyle was tired of being the skinniest guy in class and devoted his free time working out and building up his body during senior year. His body quickly gained muscle mass. He’d stare at himself in the mirror, stroking his young cock as he stared at the strong new 18-year-old body reflected in front of him. One day, Coach Witherspoon took Kyle aside on the playing field. “Son, you’re body’s really developed over the past few months. You’re also making some major gains on the field. I just gotta ask this, you’re not taking anything to supplement your muscle growth? That shit can kill ya and I just want to make sure you’re clean.”

He stared intensely into Kyle’s eyes. Kyle immediately responded. “No way Coach. I’ve just been spending a lot more time weightlifting after school. Just want to be in the best shape possible.”

“Alright good. Glad to see you’re taking care of you’re body. Just remember, if you ever need to talk or anything. I’m around.” He smiled warmly, an expression he’d rarely exhibit with the team. He patted Kyle on the shoulder and walked back on the field. Kyle immediately got hard.

Kyle became more determined to impress the coach by being the best athlete possible. He ran the extra lap at the end of practice and worked extra hard on his footwork on the field while working on building up his body at home. One day, after a close match with a rival team, Kyle scored the winning goal. His teammates cheered and surrounded him. He was so elated; he hardly noticed that he’d twisted his ankle scoring the winning goal. As he began to walk to the sidelines a shooting pain ran up his leg. Coach Witherspoon was at his side immediately. Putting Kyle’s arm across his broad shoulder, helping him of the field.

Kyle sat on the small cot in Coach’s office as the Coach kneeled at his feet, wrapping an ace bandage on his sore ankle. “It’s okay Coach, it really doesn’t hurt so much anymore.”

“You can’t take any chances and you certainly can’t ignore an injury--even if it’s a mild one. That’s what cost me my career”

They were silent for a moment as the Coach finished wrapping the bandage. Kyle reached down and put his hand on Coach’s shoulder. He somehow felt the Coach needed that at the moment. The Coach flashed Kyle one of his handsome smiles “I guess things happen for a reason though. I love my job and seeing my boys make such great strides in one season makes it all worth it.” Kyle realized his hand was still on Coach’s shoulder. Somehow he couldn’t move. He felt this tingling course through his body as he stared into Coach’s eyes. The coach’s hands moved up from Kyle’s ankle and began massaging his calf. Kyle’s cock immediately sprang up in his soccer shorts. He was terrified that coach would notice but, at the same time, hoping he would. The coach continued massaging Kyle’s muscular leg, working his way up to his thigh. Their eyes were locked.

It felt like hours had passed though it was just a moment. The coach stood up. Walked to his office door and clicked the doorknob lock. He stood in front of Kyle, bent down and kissed him tenderly on the mouth. He smiled. Kyle pulled his face down towards him and kissed him back. Tentatively at first, then hard, opening his lips to explore Coach’s mouth with his tongue. He felt dizzy with pleasure as the coach laid him down on the cot and began tenderly kissing his lips, his cheek, and his neck. Coach peeled off Kyle’s damp tee shirt and began lapping his sweaty chest. Running his tongue over Kyle’s sensitive nipples. Kyle gasped; he never knew these parts of his body could experience such intense pleasure. He tore off coach’s tee and ran his hands all over Coach’s strong hairy chest. He sucked coach’s nipples with such urgency. Coach laughed and brought his lips back to Kyle’s. They kissed long and hard--hands wandering all over each other’s bodies. Soon they were completely naked. Kyle was on top of coach licking and sucking his entire torso.

His hand grasped coach’s fat wet cock. He’d never held another cock in his hand before. He felt powerful, as coach gasped with each stroke of Kyle’s hand on his cock. He grabbed Kyle by the waist and pulled his strong lean body up so his cock was at his face. He looked up at Kyle with his intense brown eyes as he took Kyle’s young cock deep into his throat. Kyle moaned softly. The pleasure was so intense, he felt like he could come any second. Coach sensed his state and abruptly let his cock out if his mouth and grabbed Kyle’s low balls in one hand. “You’re not coming yet boy.” He smiled. Kyle sighed. The coach turned his body under him so his cock was facing Kyle’s eager lips. Kyle stared in awe at Coach’s cock. It was so thick; the head was almost purple, with veins running down the shaft. It looked so strong and beautiful to Kyle, he immediately wanted to devour it. He took the length of Coach’s great dick down his throat but started to gag.

“Hey, just take it slow.” Coach whispered. “I’m not going anywhere. Like this.” Coach began to suck Kyle’s 7-inch cock nice and slowly. He licked the head and let the shaft slide down his throat. Kyle, like a good pupil, followed coach’s example. He relaxed his throat, allowing Coach’s 8-inch cock to fill him completely. He had never felt so completely blissful. His cock filling Coach’s mouth as coach tenderly sucked him. They continued to caress, kiss and suck each other for what seemed like hours. Twisting their bodies on the narrow cot so they could feel every inch of each other. Coach occasionally paused as he felt Kyle’s impending climax. Keeping him close to the edge but never letting him release--not so soon. Coach guided Kyle’s hand below his hairy balls. He let Kyle explore his tight hole.

He reached into the desk drawer and pulled out a jar of Vaseline. He lubed his eager hole and raised his strong muscular thighs over Kyle’s shoulders. “Give it to me Kyle.” Coach whispered. Looking deep into Kyle’s blue eyes. Kyle rubbed his straining cock against Coach’s hole. He slowly pushed his hips forward and felt the hot wetness of Coach’s hole. The Coach grunted and grabbed Kyle’s perfectly round ass. He pulled Kyle deep inside him. Kyle gasped and pressed his open mouth against Coach. Tonguing his mouth as he thrust his cock completely into Coach’s hungry hole. He pounded his cock into Coach. Their hot sweaty bodies fit perfectly together. He grabbed Coach’s hot hairy pecs and lapped the sweat accumulating between them.

Coach grunted as he pulled Kyle deeper into him. Kyle felt the tightness in his balls as he drove his cock into Coach’s ass. Coach began jerking himself as Kyle’s spasming cock filled him with hot cum. Kyle must have released a gallon of cum. He’d never felt so completely drained and euphoric at the same time. Coach simultaneously exploded all over Kyle's chest. Kyle collapsed on top of him. They kissed tenderly again.

“You’re a fast learner, kid” Coach smiled, mussing up Kyle’s hair. Kyle had finally realized his deepest darkest fantasy. This was the first of many practice sessions with Coach where Kyle could practice all his moves on and off the field.

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