Man for Man
 

Coach Espinoza

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I wandered through the locker room full of half-naked dawdlers, now dressing quickly before they were late for class. Coach Brown sat in the office, keeping an eye on the locker room through the window while he spoke to someone on the phone. He leaned way back in his chair with his tennis shoes on the desk. This stretched his long muscular frame out even more.

 

He was young even though he was the head coach. His hair was black and fashionably shaggy for that period, with an equally bushy moustache. His skin was tan as proven by his sheer tank top and fashionable short, white shorts. Clearly his dick was hard. He talked with his fiancée. He did that a lot. As Espinoza entered the office, he closed the glass door behind him and gazed at Coach Brown's hard-on. None of us noticed because we hurried to class.

The next day, after the coaches spoke privately, Coach Espinoza asked Tony and me to stop by after school and help move some equipment. We said "Sure!" obviously. I waited for Tony to get out of his class and we walked over to the gym. When we entered the boy's locker room, Coach Espinoza seemed to be pacing the floor in expectation of our arrival. He was naked. Our eyes went unbidden to his semi-hard sizeable brown cock. He dabbed at his wet hairless Hispanic body with a large rough white towel.

"Coach Brown is expecting you in the office. I'll be there in a minute."

We could see him through the office window, on the phone with his honey as usual. With a hearty smile he waved us over. Coach Espinoza went to do something behind us. In retrospect, he locked the last unlocked door into the boy's locker room. I let my hero Tony lead the way into the little square office. He stopped dead in his tracks and I enjoyed running into his back side. Coach Brown wasn't wearing anything but his tank top. He sat upright on his desk chair with his knees flung wide and his long balls lying in the seat in front of him. His longer cock encouraged by the voice on the phone stood straight up. I could feel Coach Espinoza's hot naked body up close behind me. I could feel something probing the denim of my Levi's.

I don't know what Coach Brown said. Something glib about discussing the changes in our young bodies. Tony needed no excuse to get naked as coach suggested. I would do whatever my hero Tony did. Coach Brown patted the remarkable clean desktop for us to plant our rip bare asses on.

Tony glowed in the light of all our admiring expressions. I'm pretty sure my six inch rod was wickedly rigid, but I busily ogled my idol, staring at Coach Brown's erection and being shocked at how casually Coach Espinoza stroked his thick brown cock in front of us. Coach Espinoza seemed to enjoy masturbating in front of me. He eventually took my right hand and encouraged me to start stroking myself. Coach Brown continued to rattle on about something. Eventually, he pushed Tony's shoulder back against the wall and encouraged him to start masturbating. Tony used his left hand. He loved letting everyone watch. I saw Coach Brown wink at Coach Espinoza.

"Tony you know what really feels good?" Coach Brown asked as Espinoza moved to his side of the room.

Tony just smiled at coach in response.

"A blow job."

The two most beautiful men in the room, Tony and Coach Brown, both turned and looked at me. I froze in mid-stroke. My erection intended to make a big embarrassing mess right there in the office. I didn't know what to say or do. " You like Tony don't you, Dave? Why don't you help him out a little?"

"Like this hijo. Like this son," Coach Espinoza said as he knelt totally naked between Coach Brown's knees.

Tony's lovely eyes and smooth right hand, urged me to the same position before him. Everyone's eyes lay upon me as I complied. I looked to Coach Espinoza. He began licking the long white cock in front of his brown face. He kept his clear brown eyes on me the whole time. Coach Brown moaned with pleasure. His eyes closed. I turned to Tony's now solid cock as though kneeling before a stone idol. He slid his ass closer to the edge of the desk. His hands upon my shoulders pulled my mouth closer to his leaky pee hole. I could feel someone else's hand urging me on. Didn't have to tell me twice!

I pressed his solid muscular thighs even further apart with my open hands and then planted them on the desk top. I rose a little off my knees so I could put my entire mouth over the top of his cock. He gasped. I heard mumbled admiration coming from behind me in Spanish. Tony's cock looked about eight inches and thick. I took a good portion of it into my mouth and, moving my head up and down, sucking with my lips as I did so.

 

Coach Brown moaned louder. Someone fondled my ass. Tony's left hand lay gently in my brown hair, falling and rising with my head. I glanced up once. Either he delighted in the coaches going at it behind us or else he basked in the glory of their admiration for the show we put on. I think this is the first time I sucked cock with an audience.

Coach Brown's voice grew loud in appreciation. I couldn't tell by his breathing if Tony grew close to a climax, but his hand began aiding with the down stroke of my head. A slick hand reached for my solid member and began stroking me. Tony began holding my head still as though he wanted to prolong the show. Eventually he quietly let loose. He shot so far back in my throat that I couldn't even taste him.

My jerker did such a good job that I stayed still with Tony's still thick deflating cock in my mouth until I finally made that promised embarrassing mess on the floor. When I sat back on the cool linoleum, I discovered Coach Espinoza still staring at me and then alternately, Tony. Globs of cum clung to his thighs and black pubic hair. Coach Brown looking half asleep continued to ooze little droplets of very white semen.

After the usual extraction of promises and words of warning from the coaches, we all went our separate ways. I'd hoped we would do it again. I think maybe Tony did something else with Coach Espinoza. But things got a little sketchy about then. Rumor said that the principal wasn't happy with the coaching staff. When everyone found out that Coach Brown's fiancée was a sixteen year old girl, that's when things really got awkward. Coach Brown married quickly and resigned his job. Coach Espinoza announced he wouldn't be back the next year. My dad announced we were moving to a bigger house. And I fell in love with the girl who sat in the front row of my English class.

PART II

Elsewhere I wrote about that summer. Summer went quick. Fellow students my senior year at the brand new high school found me still?scrawny! All the guys around me glowed with the bloom of youth and muscles of young manhood. No girlfriend, horny as hell regardless of the man-to-man I got at work or with the retiree enroute to work and still not "man" enough to attract the ladies.

Apparently, this gnawing doubt made itself known to the guy with the gym locker next to mine. He was tall and fair, muscular with blonde hair and come-hither eyes. In retrospect, he had bedroom eyes because he partied a lot. He appeared half asleep during school hours and as a stoner was half buzzed. His taunts that I could have a body like his if I smoked dope weren't overly convincing either.

However, I did catch one person's eye: Coach Espinoza! This was his new job, he was head coach at the newest school in town. Of course things were just crazy for the first couple of months. He'd say "Ola!" in the hallway and always give me a wink, but that's as far as it got for us in the chaotic days when everyone tried to fit in and boxes still cluttered all the back rooms waiting to be unpacked.

Coach now coached the football team. His assistant was some burly young blonde with a wrestler's body straight out of college. Coach Espinoza seemed real dedicated to working with guys on the football team. One time before physical education class, three of the football players begged off attending the activity of the week, because they are so sore from two-a-days. Coach gets us going on a kick ball game and then goes back to the locker room to check on them. He never returns.

Apparently, he didn't notice the passage of time. When we all head to the showers from the field, we find him in the "massage room" rubbing down all three of the Hispanic hunks. All three of them were naked. They all seemed really relaxed. Their brown skin shone from the oil coach used on their muscular bodies. Their dicks, balls and pubic hair all shined, too!

Coach was under a lot of stress. He grew short-tempered compared to the previous years. The hot stoner with the locker next to mine was one of the people who could set him off. Once when we played volleyball in the gym, Coach Espinoza discovered the guy missing.

 

"Dave, go find that asshole," Coach yelled at me.

I did as told by pushing open the locker room door and heading for our lockers. There he lay, passed out buck naked on the bench. His arms and ankles were crossed. A nice dick and almost hairless balls lay atop the white thighs he'd squeezed together to keep from falling off the bench. I stood there gazing in wonder for a while. Did I mention he was tall and blonde? I don't know how long I mutely stood there. Suddenly, I could feel a hot body up close behind me. It was coach.

"Try to wake him yet?" he asked after standing there close behind me staring at the stoner for a while. I shook my head. I could feel coach look around. "Play with his balls and cock a little. See if that does it."

I've got long arms. I easily reached down and rolled his limp rod back and forth across his abdomen and then to gentle curled my fingers under his scrotum and hefted his balls. Nothing. Coach nodded for me to try again. I bent my knees a little to get a grip on that white shaft, when heard someone push open the door behind us. Coach gave me a shove and started yelling at the guy. His voice so startled the stoner and the guy entering to use the bathroom that no one wondered why I stood there blushing.

Word was all over the school about the stoner who coach found passed out in the locker room. I was kind of a celebrity. After gym the next day all sorts of guys asked me about it in the locker room. I could hear the new coach asking Coach Espinoza, too. A little locker room and private shower lay on the other side of their office. The new guy with the blonde hair and wrestler's body leaned back on their bench totally naked listening to coach. He asked something and Coach Espinoza pointed through the window to where I stood tall and naked fresh from the shower answering more questions about the event.

The next day the new coach asked me to stop by after classes and help him move some of the boxes in the back of the locker room. You know I said yes. To my disappointment, both coaches were fully dressed. Well Coach Espinoza was, the new guy wore a tee-shirt and gym shorts. He actually led me back to boxes and rolled up wrestling mats. He didn't turn on the lights. He started asking me about the day before. Apparently, Coach Espinoza shared a few more details with him.

"How big was his dick?" Embarrassed and worried I mumbled something vague. He pulled off his shirt and shook out his shorts. Light blonde fuzz covered his chest. He wasn't wearing a jock. His cock was half erect.

"Was it bigger than this?" he said, lifting the five or six inches of hardening cock-flesh.

I mumbled something about being unsure. "Well, take a closer look at mine," he half joked while easing me into a kneeling position. I bent and started sucking on his curved cock. He made loud appreciative noises. With his left hand he started feeling up the crack of my ass through my blue jeans. His right went immediately to his own ass and as far as I could tell he pushed his middle finger up his own hole. We were just getting into the rhythm of him face fucking me, when we heard footsteps headed our way. He pushed me back and whispered "behind the boxes" then bent to pull up his shorts.

"Psst. You with Dave?" Coach Espinoza whispered in the dark.

He must've seen his assistant all bent over and naked.

"Nay, he was too nervous. I let him go. Just taking care of myself."

There seemed something suggestive in the last sentence. The younger coach stood with his right middle finger still working his hole. Coach Espinoza stepped closer. His cock was solid. He aimed it at the younger man's asshole and tried to force his finger out of the way. "Maybe we should hit the shower like usual."

Once they locked the door to their office and pulled the shower curtain closed I slipped quietly out the backdoor. My final semester, I didn't need a gym class.

Many times since, I wondered about Coach playing with the young man behind the curtain.

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