Coach Adams

True story -- I changed some names -- that's it, so it's probably not as interesting as most of what you read up here. Sorry for the length.

Coach Bud "The Stud" Adams was a unique character even back in the day when there was a lot more leeway with what went on at single-sex private schools. He was an ex-Marine who lifted weights (hence, "The Stud") and he coached the wrestling teams, as well as the linebackers in football, iirc. Nothing but muscles; he generally sported cutoff t-shirts, and very short, tight gym pants that were stretched to the limit around his upper thighs -- he worked out constantly, and was proud of it!

He was also known for paddling miscreants in his PE classes (7th through 9th grades had mandatory PE) with a varied assortment of wooden paddles, most of which had holes drilled through them (cut down on the air resistance, he claimed). I don't know that a day went by that someone wasn't on all fours with their gym pants down on their knees, jockstraps exposed and coach wailing away on their butts with his paddle. He always had a smile on his face as he worked them.

As I was soon to discover, the jockstrap was a key element of Bud Adams' world. He insisted that we all wear them and that they would protect our "family jewels." After the first week of PE, he had a mandatory "inspection," where we all stood in line and pulled out the tops of our shorts so he could verify that we were wearing jocks and not tightie-whities. It didn't occur at the time, but yeah, he was getting to see a lot of asparagus on these "inspections." :-)

The next week, not satisfied that we were still wearing our jocks, he made us all lie down on the field and grind our crotches into the ground to prove that our "jewels were protected." Amazingly, this didn't seem particularly odd at the time, but now looking back on three dozen guys humping the ground and rolling around, it must have given him quite the show. It did provide my first sense that something wasn't right, as I was wearing regular underwear that day and didn't suffer any adverse consequences, other than a boner.

My never-fail ability to sport boners at the worst time figured into our next interaction. Bud was different from the other PE teachers in that he would go into the showers and watch us, to "ensure you get to class on time." Showers after PE were quickly turning into the trickiest part of my day. You go in with 15-20 other naked guys and there's a lot to see -- I remember being fascinated with the variety of physiques, to say nothing of cocks and nut sacks all in varying stages of development. Catching a bone in the shower, or going back into the dressing room with one was an absolute no-no, as you were immediately shouted down with shouts of "fag!" and "gay boy!" Not a great way to start the day. As a result, I made sure I undressed as slowly as possible so that I would make the second shower group, and then waited as long as I could before going back, hoping for fewer guys in the dressing room.

I also made sure to catch a shower spot in a corner, which enabled me to "hide" my asparagus. My shower habits did not escape coach's notice, however, and as the days went on, he tended to come into the shower w/the second "shift" and waited until I had left. None of this seemed particularly odd until one day, with a raging hard-on, I found myself stuck in the shower, and about to be late for class. I was beside myself with nerves (being late was a whole 'nother disaster), and the bar of soap slipped out of my hands (this is the old days), so I reached down to pick It up. I looked behind me, for some reason, between my splayed legs, and saw Coach staring intently at my ass. Bud The Stud, as you might suspect, had a penchant for yelling everything he said, but this time, he moved toward me and quietly asked why I was still in the shower. (This had to have been patently obvious, after viewing me bent over from behind).

Like I say, I was panicky, and blurted out that I had a boner and couldn't go to the dressing room. "What am I going to do?" I begged. Quite to my surprise, he walked back into the dressing room, coming back a few minutes later with the news that all the other boys had gone off to class and that it was safe. I briefly hugged him and was on my way. What a relief.

A couple weeks later, we had another "jockstrap inspection" and this time I had no underwear at all (it happened from time to time, depending on Mom's laundry schedule). Coach pulled me aside, as I was about to head off for my next class; put his arm around me and asked me why I didn't have my jock on. I explained, and his response was, "I'm going to keep my eye out for you from now on." Unfortunately, the muscled arm around my shoulder caused -- you guessed it -- instant boner and my school uniform pants made it very obvious what my "freed" cock was thinking.

This led to a daily "underwear check" from coach, and as the days went on, he went from brushing my hip w/his hand to brushing my pubic region to flat grabbing my dick and balls through my pants as a way of verifying what I was wearing underneath. Again, this didn't seem odd at the time -- I was far more concerned with satisfying his requests and staying out of trouble. Looking back, I could see that he was taking care to ensure that our interactions were out of eyesight.

The next time the laundry backed up (I had 3 siblings, so this happened) as he was walking toward me after PE, I short-circuited the underwear discussion, and told him flat out that I didn't have any on and asked him what the penalty was. He feigned disbelief and asked me to show him, which I did, promptly unzipping my pants and exposing myself through the partially-opened slit. This is when it all started -- Bud moved towards me, put his hand in my pants and said firmly, "this is going to cost you Matt." Before I could say it would never happen again, he continued, "meet me at the school gate at 4 -- you've got laps on my obstacle course coming to you." With that, he let go and I was left to ponder what the coach's personal obstacle course would be like. Bud had created one at school -- basing it, he said, on his Marine basic training course, but some of the older guys spoke of an even more difficult layout that he had around his house.

I waited out by the brick gate, and he showed up as promised -- it wasn't until years later that I understood that he wanted to ensure that we weren't seen together -- and we drove to his house. Once inside, I noticed that all the shades were drawn. Coach explained that I wouldn't have to do the course after all (I later found out it didn't exist), and that we would do wrestling practice instead. Relieved, I followed his instructions to go to the guest bathroom and shower up. He chatted with me while I scrubbed, and then dried me off with a huge towel with our HS logo on it. Again, none of this seemed out of the ordinary, as odd as that may seem in 2023.

We went out to the living room, and he sat on the couch and motioned for me to sit on his lap which I did. (keep in mind that I was 120# max at this point -- a very skinny lad indeed) and we chatted about school and this and that. Very casual, very everyday. I was very hard at this point (hey -- what's new?), and I noticed that he had quite a bulge in his gym shorts, but I didn't connect any of that (naïve is naïve). After ten or fifteen minutes sitting on his huge right thigh, he said we should start the lessons, and I was directed to take the referee's position (I was on all fours) on the floor next to the window. He followed and took the upper position. We did a few reps (I can't recall the actual term) and as he outweighed me by quite a bit, to say nothing of the muscles, ended up with him on top of me every time -- I can recall the interesting feeling of what I assumed was his boner in my ass crack as he pushed up against me. That ended that day's adventures, and he drove me back to a spot a block or two away from my home. I did notice that his right hand was in contact with my, what I called penis at the time, more than once, and he definitely grabbed my butt, but hey -- that's wrestling, right?

My second punishment (for what, I can't recall) resulted in a more interesting series of events. He picked me up at the gate again, I got into the shower at his home, and this time he stripped and followed me in. There was no ignoring his 4" cock, which was as hard as hard gets and poking out at quite an angle. He got behind me and soaped me up, and as he did, I could feel his cock in between my cheeks, sliding up and down. There was a lot of hugging and finally he grabbed my stalk of asparagus, rubbed it and I came, which felt glorious. Not a word was spoken. I remember thinking, "wow, this is great," feeling his chest and cock against my back and bottom.

We returned to the couch after drying off, but this time, he motioned for me to stand in front of him, and then he pulled me closer, swallowing my cock with his mouth. Despite having just cum in the shower, I came again almost instantly (oh, those were the days). After doing a quick swallow, coach swung me around, got my hands on the coffee table in front of us, and proceeded to rim the ever-loving daylights out of my skinny boy ass. He drilled his tongue into my hole, and I just twerked away (although it would be 40 years before they invented the term) :)

That ended trip #2, and then things shifted a bit with the next. Coach joined me in the shower; we soaped up; he rubbed my asparagus, I rubbed his short, girthy cock with my right hand, behind my back, and then I felt his forefinger ram its way into my asshole, which I not only was not expecting, but which hurt a lot. He tried jamming the whole thing in, but I shrieked noooo, and pulled away. I started crying and asked him why he did that (of course, he had no real answer). He looked quite taken aback -- I guess he was used to older boys with looser holes -- and when we went back to the couch, he spent quite bit of time pampering me and ensuring my hole was ok with his tongue. (He really was marvelous -- it wasn't until I started fooling around w/the neighbor's d-g that I got a comparable lick). I felt bad about upsetting him, so turned around, knelt down in front of him and did the best I could at licking and swallowing his uncut cock. That changed his mood quite a bit, and he began moaning with his hands on the sides of my head. That was the first time anyone had come in my mouth, and my immediate reaction to just swallow turned out to be the right one. :-) Strangest taste, but it was clear that coach loved me doing that, even more than I liked the reverse.

Although we spent dozens of afternoons together afterwards, my not letting him penetrate me seemed to take the wind out of his sails -- I feel bad about that now, because his cock wasn't that much bigger than his finger, and it wouldn't have hurt that much. He would have gotten so much enjoyment out of it. Ah well. I noticed him starting to spend time with other students, and we gradually stopped the pickups at the school gate. I didn't mind though, because after going to confession and explaining my impure thoughts and deeds, I had another mentor to occupy me. Bud, beneath the bluster was a decent guy -- he just happened to be obsessed with boy butts -- being it fucking them, licking them, or paddling them -- that's what spun his wheels. :-) BTW, I let him paddle me a few times at his home, and he was _not_ k**ding when it came to that -- fortunately, I was used to it because of my old man. Wood is wood!
发布者 edger48
2 年 前
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Smoothbottomcuck
Smoothbottomcuck 10 天 前
my friend kenny and i when first experimenting with each, we added an adult to our fun. after a few times he brought us to this guys house, and down to the basement we went. there were four men down there, plus the two other guys who brought us. we stripped down to our jockstraps and started wrestling for these guys. the were pouring baby oil and cooking oil all over us. i remember a guy grabbing a scoop of vaseline and smearing it into my ass crack and into my hole. same thing was happening to kenny. then they had their way with us for hours. they would take turns on us. cum on us then another would take his place. was an amazing encounter.
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jojosmallone
jojosmallone 1 年 前
get experiences. Wish had sucked my basketrball coaches or let them butt fuck me back in jr high school.
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edger48
edger48 出版商 2 年 前
sexysonofsam : Mmm..that's how these stories usually end up on xhamm, but the reality was that he did the same things every time.  
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edger48
edger48 出版商 2 年 前
kittyliquor69 : I have a longer one with my first priest on the way
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sexysonofsam 2 年 前
It sure sounds as if your coach was a right gentleman and taught you many things?
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edger48
edger48 出版商 2 年 前
rahauser : I love the variety, though I am quite partial to shrooms - does that make me a narcissist? :smile:
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rahauser
rahauser 2 年 前
edger48 : Cocks are so beautiful. Don't you agree?
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edger48
edger48 出版商 2 年 前
rahauser : :smile: Trust me -- that's what I was sporting at the time.  Did develop a nice mushroom at the end as I got older.  
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rahauser
rahauser 2 年 前
I don't believe I have ever heard a cock referred to as an asparagus. Mine was once likened to a mushroom from Fantasia.
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kittyliquor69 2 年 前
Mmm!!! Love your experience!! Thank you for sharing!!
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edger48
edger48 出版商 2 年 前
Another post reminded me -- this was after I'd been to his house  -- Two of us who were late got gym swats and I came in my jock -- thank god I had it on -- iI never would have lived that down if I had spewed on the wrestling mat!
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