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The Rugby Coach

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 04 Mar 1999 1 comments
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by Moose I'd been out of school for a year when Coach called to ask me if I'd like to help him out with the team as a coaching assistant. It didn't pay much, but I needed the cash at the time and I got unlimited use of the university weight room, so I figured what the hell. I remember coming home from one tournament. The team had gotten eliminated early in the day and the boys and I had managed to get pretty fucked up before the two-hour bus ride back to campus. Soon enough, between the beer, the rockin of the bus and just being plain fuckin exhausted, I fell asleep. Coach and I always sat in the back of the bus on the way home from games. That way we could keep an eye on the guys, make sure there was no drinking or other rule breaking. No matter how hard coach tried, the guys, and me too for that matter, managed to sneak a beer or two. Hell, what's rugby without beer. I don't know how long I'd been asleep when I woke up feeling hot and hard. I eased down in the seat and spread my legs to give my dick some more room. That's when I sensed a quick movement in the seat next to me. I realized pretty quick why my cock was throbbin in my jockstrap, coach had been feelin me up while I was sleeping. I guess me making myself comfortable scared him out from between my legs. Knowing coach had been playin with my dick really turned me on. I'd never fucked around with another guy before, but I guess the beers, something about coach being an authority figure, and a pretty studly guy to boot, pushed the right buttons. Needless to say, I was rock hard hoping he'd come back for more. I eased a little further down in the seat and spread my legs a little more and pretended I was still asleep. It didn't take long before I felt coaches hand on my thigh, then easing gently between my legs. He was trying real hard not to wake me. He zeroed in on the head of my cock, rubbing in a circular motion through my nylon shorts and jockstrap. The friction was driving me fucking crazy when he wrapped his big hand as best he could around my shaft and started gently squeezing while he stroked my dickhead with his thumb. I flexed my dick to let him know he ought to keep up the good work. Damn it felt good to have his hand on my cock. By this time I'd slid so far down in the seat that my ass was practically hangin off. Coach pulled the leg of my shorts up and opened it up so he could get right to the bulge in my jock. He managed to get his finger in the back of the pouch and started working the spot between my balls and ass. I've got to admit I've always enjoyed stroking that hairy ridge back there whenever I beat off. After a while coach took a little bit of a break, I think he was smelling the finger he had jammed behind my very sweaty nuts. It was just as well because I think I would have shot a load in my strap if he hadn't let up. Just when I thought I was gonna have to finish the job myself, coach got back in my crotch. This time he wasn't satisfied with stroking my meat through my jock though. He must have been trying to work my cock out the side when he yanked the fuck out of my nut hair. It was all I could do not to let out a yowl, but all the same I tensed up and coach jerked his hand out from between my legs. This time I was afraid I'd scared him off for good. I was too far gone to wait until I got home to blow a wad and besides, I wanted Coaches hand to make me shoot. I whispered as softly as I could, "C'mon Coach. You got to finish it for me man." I pulled the pouch of my jock to the side so he'd could get to my throbbin meat. That was all the go ahead he needed. Coach reached over and cupped my balls in his hand with his thumb hooked around the base of my rod. He started massaging them real slow and gentle letting his fingertips press behind my nutsack. I flexed my cock and let out a low moan. He had me so fuckin hard it hurt. He wrapped his hand around my shaft and started strokin' it tight and slow, moved his thumb over my dripping piss hole and whispered, "you've got one fat cock there buddy." His voice in my ear was the last straw. My nuts got tight and I blew a tremendous load all over the back of the next. Coach kept his hand wrapped around my dick, rubbin the last drops of cum across the head, until it went soft and I tucked it back in my jockstrap. Every time I think about that night on the team bus I get an instant hardon.