This is the 100% true story of the sexual liaison I initiated with a coach during my senior year of high school. Names have been changed to protect privacy, but every other word is true. The usual disclaimers apply-If you are too young to read this then don't read it.
I grew up in a one-high-school Texas town that was all about football. What you've seen on TV about high school football in Texas is pretty accurate; student athletes and coaches are revered in small towns throughout Texas.
When I was in junior high school, I heard rumors that Coach Williams at our high school was gay. The very thought of that gave me a raging hardon, but since I wasn't into athletics I knew that odds were low that I would ever even meet the guy. But that didn't stop me from fantasizing about this unknown coach who I'd never even seen.
Once I got to high school, I certainly kept my eye out for Coach Williams so I could size him up for myself. He was a very attractive, virile-looking man of about 6 feet in height, bald head, and great musculature. I still had practically no chance of ever meeting him since I did everything I could to stay away from any sort of sports.
I had to take a semester of some sort of PE in order to graduate from high school, and I put it off for as long as I could. Finally my senior year approached and I enrolled in swimming. As luck would have it, Coach Williams coached both football and swimming, so he was our swimming teacher.
I lived for the rare occasions when Coach Williams would join us in the pool-usually on Fridays-for a game of water polo. I would find some reason to go into the locker room when he was changing so I could see his big, thick dick. I would talk to him as he changed, sporting a major hardon in my swimsuit. Coach Williams would dress quickly and go dive into the pool. I would get into the thick of the action in the pool and wait for the opportunity to grab Coach's cock through his swimsuit when there was a particularly mad scramble for the ball and everyone became tangled up together.
Our high school didn't have a swimming pool, so we took a school bus each day to a local community center to use their pool. Some days-usually pep rally days-we didn't swim because we would have shortened class periods. On those days, I would go into a room at the center and play the piano. Occasionally Coach Williams would come into the room to talk to me. I had been very flirtatious with Coach at every opportunity, so when we were alone he would always say, "You seem to know a lot about me." I played the coy innocent that I wasn't and asked him what he meant. He said, "Just tell me what you know about me." We kept going around in circles, never getting anywhere with each other.
One such day he asked me if I wanted to ride in his car with him back to the high school instead of taking the bus. I jumped at the opportunity. We stopped by his apartment so he could change clothes. Fool that I was, I didn't follow him into his bedroom-though I desperately wanted to. I was just too scared. But that opportunity did let me know where his apartment was.
After that semester ended, I was no longer in swimming. My parents were hounding me to get a part- time job, but I was too busy with senior activities to have any interest in that. Finally one Saturday I agreed to go job-hunting, and I left in my car. I think I went to the mall for a while, but I finally summoned the courage around 6 PM to stop by Coach's apartment unannounced.
Coach Williams came to the door and was very surprised to see me. I "happened" to be in the neighborhood, I said, so I stopped by to visit. He had me come in and sit down while he finished watching the sports cast on the local news. Afterwards, we started to talk.
"You seem to know an awful lot about me, " he said while smiling seductively at me. Once again I played innocent. Somehow he switched the conversation to religion.
"What religion are you, Doug," he asked.
"Catholic," I replied. "What religion are you?"
"Church of Christ," he replied. "Does your religion allow you to have any fun," he asked.
"It sure does," I replied. "Does yours?"
"It sure does," Coach replied.
"So what is it that you think I know about you," I asked.
After a little more stalling, Coach replied, "Would it scare you if I were gay?"
"Not at all," I replied. "Are you?"
"Maybe a little," he smiled. "Are you?"
"Maybe a little," I smiled back. "Does thinking of guys get your dick hard?"
"Yes," he replied. "How about you?"
"Yes," I replied. "Are you hard now?"
"Yes I am," Coach replied. "Are you?"
"Very," I replied.
"Do you want to have sex," he asked.
"I sure do," I replied.
Coach then led me into his bedroom. It was beginning to get dark, and I was petrified but horny as hell. I quickly got naked and crawled into his bed. I could just make out his silhouette as Coach got naked and came to join me, turning on a lamp as he got to the bed. He had a beautiful chest covered in dark brown hair and a thick, long, very hard cock.
Coach took me into his arms, kissed me, and caressed my body. I broke from his embrace and swallowed his hard cock. After returning the favor, Coach turned me over, mounted me, and gently fucked me. It was passionate and intense.
After this encounter, I stopped by Coach's apartment once or twice more and always left there happy.
On a really surprising note, Coach ended up in a very long-term relationship with a guy one year older than me--the son of one of the other coaches! I never quite heard how it all went down, but I know that he and the other coach remained friends. About 15 years later I met someone who knew the family who said that the two of them were still together.
Wherever he is now, I hope that Coach is happy.