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My name is Ty. This happened to me in Middle School, sixth grade, fourth period, P.E. class. I was twelve years old at the time.
Coach Kyle had us outside, doing jumps over hurdles on the track when my foot caught one instead of clearing it. I went down with a tumble and although there was nothing seriously wrong I had a slight limp from a mildly pulled muscle in my calf. Coach told me to have a seat on the bench so I hobbled over and sat down as he came by to check out my leg.
Coach Kyle was a big man, six-foot-two-inches tall and around 200 pounds, all of it muscle. He kept himself in great shape even though most of the other Phys Ed coaches I knew were really overweight. He was in his early thirties, married (I think) and even though I was not a "jock" he'd always been very nice to me.
Like all the other boys I was wearing gym shorts with wide, loose legs. Coach kneeled in front of me to check my injury. He put his hands on my calf and started to press it gently. I didn't know what exactly he was checking but loved the feeling of his hand on my bare leg. He had a firm, masculine grip as he applied pressure.
"Tell me if this hurts anyplace when I touch it," he said and started applying pressure at different points on my leg from my knee up. He kept working his fingers higher right up to the opening of my shorts. I thought he'd stop there, but he didn't. He went further, pushing the leg of my shorts up a bit so he could press higher.
"Does this hurt?" he asked. His hand was now all the way up to where my leg met my body. I'd never had such an intimate touch and his fingers on my skin, so close to my private area, made me a little nervous. I shifted a bit, my balls pulling up as I tightened the muscles in that area.
And that hurt.
I told him so and he felt there a bit deeper, which made me flinch again.
It turned out this actually WAS where I'd injured myself and coach said it seemed I may have pulled or strained a groin muscle, although not too seriously.
His touch was so far up my leg that the back of his hand was actually making contact with my cock and balls through my underwear. I didn't know if he was even aware of that and I didn't say anything about it.
After a moment he slowly worked his way back down again, feeling and pressing in different areas of my leg while asking me at different times to let him know if anything hurt when he touched it. The muscle was really sore, but not as sensitive as it had been up near the top. He had me stretch my leg and that hurt a bit, but it was a dull ache, not a sharp pain. Clearly I'd hurt the muscle, but not badly.
Coach said I was done for the day and told me to go back to the locker room and get my shower, but instead of getting dressed he wanted me to wait for him in the physical therapy room. When class was over he said he'd give my leg a more complete examination and he'd also throw in a little therapeutic massage to help ease the pain. He had no class the next period and would write me an excuse for being late to mine.
At twelve I'd never had a massage but it sounded like it would help my leg, as well as get me out of a very boring American History class, so I was happy to do as I was told.
I headed back to the locker room, stripped and got a shower. I was sort of glad no one was around. All boys were required to shower in PE but as this was the first year for us doing it we were all nervous as hell. No one liked the idea of getting naked in front of everyone else. As time went on we'd all gotten over it but, given a choice, we'd all have rather undressed in private. That was one reason I was glad to be alone.
Another reason was that I was a little more developed than most of my class. At this age half of my friends were still totally hairless with little boy dicks the size of a man's pinky. I had matured earlier than most and had even taken some teasing for being overly large, compared to them, as well as getting hair while I was still in the fifth grade. At the time I didn't know it was considered good, as an adult, to be big. I just felt awkward and different and didn't like being stared at, which I was sort of aware the less developed boys were doing to me when I was naked in the shower.
Finally, there was one more reason. I'd gotten a bit aroused from the Coach's touch. Something about him having his hand up so close to my crotch had made me feel funny and my dick had responded by getting half-hard. The thought he was going to be handling my legs more was preventing it from going away.
At this age it took almost nothing to get me hard. Erections were an hourly occurrence. The trick was hiding them. The ultimate embarrassment, I felt, would be for someone to see me with a hardon. I felt awkwardly big enough when I was soft! I couldn't imagine what I'd ever do if someone saw me hard! Probably just die of shame.
I'd never gotten hard in the showers, yet, nor had any of the other boys that I'd noticed, so I sure as hell didn't want to be seen right now.
Once under the water it didn't take long for things to calm down to a normal level, as long as I kept my mind off the Coach and the way he touched me. I heard the rest of the class come back in and soon other boys started coming into the open shower area. I came out, and coach was there with the towels. Coach always handed out towels as we marched out of the shower. It didn't strike me until years later what an eyeful he must have gotten of naked young boys parading up to him. He gave me a towel, but told me not to get dressed once I dried off. He said to just dry off, then wrap the towel around my waist and wait for him on the massage table in the physical therapy room.
I did as I was told, covering myself as I walked down the locker room hallway and to the Physical Therapy room.
This was my first time in the PT room. Normally this was used only by the boys on the school teams and I really didn't play any sports yet. Even though this was Middle School we had pretty decent teams (for our age group) in basketball, soccer, football and wrestling and Coach was well respected for the way he worked with the boys. When I went in I was surprised by what was there; weights, exercise equipment, a hydro-spa metal whirlpool and a large flat, bed like table that I assumed was probably the "massage table" he'd told me to get on.
With nothing on but the towel around my waist I crawled onto the table and lay there, face down, waiting and trying hard to keep my mind off the Coach's hand. I made it a point to reach down and adjust my dick so it laid up, flat on the table under my stomach. It wouldn't be visible to the Coach, or in any danger of him connecting with it, even with my legs spread open and his hands massaging my groin muscle.
I heard the bell ring a few minutes later and as the last of my class headed on to the next period the coach came in to see me.
"How's the leg feeling, Ty," he asked? "Still sore?"
"A little."
He immediately pushed the towel all the way up my leg till part of my butt cheek was exposed. Once more he put his hand on my upper thigh and started feeling it, which made me very nervous, but I also kinda loved the way it felt too.
I was conscious of the fact that I was really naked this time. The towel covered very little. Part of my bare bottom was exposed to him. I had no underwear, no jock strap, just bare, naked body parts hanging scant inches from his fingers, and from the way he'd pushed up the towel and spread my legs so he could get his hands in, I was pretty sure the back of my hairless ball sack was fully exposed to him as well.
As he ran his hands up and down my calf I was glad that my shaft was tucked up under me and well hidden. I felt an electric sensation as he touched me so intimately. Although I didn’t get an erection right away, my dick definitely responded to his touch and I could feel it starting to swell under me.
"I don't think it's hurt too bad," he said, rubbing my extreme upper leg and groin area. "How does this feel?" he asked. "Does it feel okay?"
"Yeah," I said, honestly. "Feels fine." In fact, it felt great, but DID make me nervous too.
"I'm gonna go ahead and give you a full massage then, okay?"
"Okay," I responded, sounding a bit too eager, I feared, in spite of my trepidations. I'd never had a massage, I knew the boys on the teams sometimes got them and it sounded good to me.
He got some lotion from a nearby counter then set the bottle on a stand beside the table for easy access while he was working. He worked the lotion into his hands, rubbing them together to warm it up. Then he reached his hands up to my neck and shoulders and started to rub them.
It felt so wonderful I thought I was going to melt.
His hands were strong and firm. The lotion let his palms glide over my skin smoothly. When he pushed his thumbs into the back of my neck, massaging and applying pressure to the area of my neck bone, it just felt heavenly. This was a sensation I'd never experienced before and it felt fantastic.
He did my neck, and even my head, rubbing my skull through my short, buzz hair cut. Then he worked lower.
As he massaged my mid-to-lower back I started to squirm a bit. It felt so good and there was nothing sexual about it, but I was not used to being touched. The whole sensation of another person's skin against my own was intoxicating and arousing. My family was not a very "touchy" group and this feeling of someone actually rubbing my body was a powerful one.
That's when I started to get a real, big boner.
As he worked his way lower I began worrying what I was going to do when he finished. How would I hide my stiffie when I had to stand up? Right now I had the towel and the fact I was face down on the table to hide my shame, but when I got up... I didn't want to flash wood at the coach! I'd die!
"Lift up a bit," he said. I didn't know what he meant at first but he tugged lightly on the waist of the towel so I knew he wanted me to take the pressure off so he could loosen it.
I lifted slightly, casually making sure my arousal shifted into a more comfortable, and more well hidden, position.
To my surprise Coach didn't just loosen the towel. He pulled it completely out from under me, leaving it draped loosely over my buttocks and down the sides of the table. Then he slid it halfway down my butt so the upper part of my cheeks were exposed and most of my crack. He started to massage my extreme lower back, where the spine meets the pelvis, which also had him touching the upper parts of my butt cheeks.
This was the first time in my life, that I could recall, anyone's hands on my bottom and I wasn't sure how I felt about it.
I had to raise up and wiggle a bit to adjust my expanding boyhood, trying to do so in a way that didn't arouse suspicion, as if I were just getting more comfortable, which in a way I was.
He worked lower but skipped the main part of my bottom. He pushed the lower part of the towel up and began working his hands from my upper, inner-thigh, close to my groin area, all the way down my leg to the toes of my bare, boy feet.
"Your folks ever play 'piggies' with you as a kid?" he asked as he massaged my toes playfully, giving them a wonderful feeling. He really seemed to enjoy playing with my bare feet, rubbing my toes, stroking the soles of my feet and all. He tickled them a little and I pulled back sharply, laughing.
"I'm just messin' with ya'," he said, and made it seem like he was just having fun, then went back to the foot massage.
What he did felt especially good. He massaged my feet for some time, more than he'd spent on my entire lower leg area, massaging the sole and managing somehow not to tickle it again (no small feat for me at that stage as I was VERY ticklish there!). He worked each toe individually for a moment and that felt really good. In spite of my development in other areas my feet were still very tiny and boyish. His hands felt huge on them and I really liked his touch.
After a bit, he slowly worked his way up my legs again until he once more reached my inner thigh near my groin area. His warm hands on the inside of my leg moved up and over the sore muscle again until his hands pushed so high I could feel the back of them touching against my ball bag! This time there was no underwear between his skin and mine. Even though he repeatedly made contact with my bare ball bag he didn't react to it at all so I tried not to either. It was like he wasn't even aware of it, and yet as he massaged my upper thigh he repeatedly brushed against my scrotum.
This nearly sent me over the edge, but I tried like hell not to let it! By now I had a full, raging hardon and shifted myself to keep it hidden as it grew! I carefully kept it positioned under me so he couldn't see it, even with my legs spread. I just didn't want him to know I was aroused. My biggest fear, as I said, was someone seeing me hard and at that moment I had a dick of stone!
"Turn over, lemme do your front."
He said it very casually, as a kind offer, but my heart skipped a beat.
"That's okay," I said, trying to sound like I wasn't really interested. "It feels better now; you don't have to."
"You don't like the massage?" he asked, and seemed sincerely hurt by the possibility that I actually hadn't enjoyed the wonderful rubdown he'd just given me.
"No, it's great. I liked it a lot. But, you know, you don't have to do any more."
He was very good natured about it.
"Naw, it's cool. I just wanna make you feel good after getting hurt in my class, that's all. Come on, roll over and I'll finish ya' up. I'm only half through."
I started shaking, partly in fear, partly in arousal. I didn't know what to do. There was only ONE reason I didn't want to turn over, and that was because I foresaw the end of the world as I knew it.
Foolishly, at that age, I assumed *I* would get in trouble for having an erection in a situation like this, that I'd get reported to the Assistant Dean of Boys (who did the paddling) and that I'd be punished for inappropriate behavior or being a perverted deviant or something. Really. I figured they'd have to tell my parents, and I truly was utterly, horribly terrified of what was going to happen if I turned over.
"Come on, turn over," he insisted politely, and lifted the towel just enough so I could roll over without catching on it.
I tried to think of some excuse not to have to do it. I actually started shaking. I couldn't think of any thing that sounded plausible.
"I'm kinda cold," I said, half honestly. I WAS chilled and shaking, but it had more to do with fear and nervousness than temperature.
"Lemme turn up the heat," he said, and immediately hit a switch on the wall. A large air mover kicked on, blowing through a radiator. Instantly, warm air started blowing across me. Much warmer than outside. So much for that excuse.
"I should get to class." I couldn't delay this much longer without seeming really suspicious.
Then he took the towel completely off me. My pale, naked boy-bottom was now fully exposed as I lay completely nude on the table and I suspect, as nervous and embarrassed as I was, it was shinning a lovely shade of crimson at that moment. The only thing hiding my shame was the fact I'd tucked my dick up under my stomach.
This was horrible. It would be disastrous. What would he THINK of me!!!??? The coach had liked me before, I didn't want him to know I was weird.
Fear and guilt were putting my stomach in knots even as Coach Kyle folded the towel and put it aside, waiting for me.
There was only so long I could delay. My swollen boyhood was not going down. In fact, the prospect of being exposed, rather than diminishing my unwanted erection, seemed to actually be inflating it. I could feel it getting harder, throbbing with each beat of my heart.
"Come on, Ty. I haven't got all day," Coach insisted, and as he did I felt his hand softly on my bare bottom as he cupped my cheek, then gave me one of those fraternal little slaps on the ass, like jocks do to each other. "Roll it over," he finished.
Finally, I couldn't delay any more. I took a deep breath and very slowly, rolled over onto my back. As I did I put my arm across my face, burying my eyes in the crux of my elbow, covering my face as if to protect my eyes from the light, but in fact, doing it because I couldn't bear to see his face when he saw "It."
My dick sprung up like a flagpole.
I felt the cool air on it as it stood at attention under his gaze. I probably turned a dozen shades of red and I actually started to cry.
Tears of shame and embarrassment welled up in my eyes and I felt my throat tighten. I tried to choke back my guilt and actually started to sob.
"Hey, hey, hey, what's this...?" he said, and at first I thought he was referring to that stiff cock of mine that had suddenly leapt up in his face. But he wasn't.
"What are you crying about, boy? "
"I'm sorry," I sniffled. I had never been so embarrassed in my life! I didn't know what to say, how to cover this. "I can't help it, it just... I'm sorry."
"Sorry? About what?"
Could "what" be more obvious!? I couldn't even say it.
Then I felt him lay his hand gently on the inside of my upper thigh.
"You're not cryin' about this, are you?" and as he said it he rubbed the inside of my leg near my crotch, leaving no mistake what he was referring to. "Is this what you're upset about?"
I nodded, my face still buried shamefully in my arm. "I couldn't help it, I'm sorry," and I fully burst into tears.
"Oh, man, Ty, that ain't nothin' to cry about. That's just part'a bein' a guy, that's all. We all get like that sometimes. Ain't no shame in it," he said, his hand continuing to gently rub my inner thigh.
His calming words, his gentle touch, made me start to relaxed. I'd been so upset, so afraid of what he'd do, but now, it didn't sound like he was going to report me. Maybe he'd keep my indiscretion to himself? Maybe it was too shameful even for HIM to talk to anyone about?
I tried to get a grip on myself and slowly, I began to lower my arm.
"This is totally normal, Ty. Happens to boys and men all the time, especially when a boy is your age and just startin' to mature, like you are. It don't mean nothin' except you liked what I was doin', and that's okay. I just wanted to make ya' feel good and all this is sayin' is that you liked what I was doin'. Didn't you?"
I nodded, lowering my arm slowly until it was at my side. I looked down at myself, and my shame. There was my dick, a boy's chubby little five inch, circumcised thing, currently pointing straight up in the air and you could've taken my pulse watching the way it throbbed.
Coach just looked me in the eye, smiled reassuringly, then looked down at my raging erection. "Really, you've got NOTHING to be ashamed of. Okay?"
I was still shaking, my voice trembling with my tears. "Are you gonna report me?" I asked, nervously.
Coach looked shocked. "Now why would I do that? I don't want to embarrass you, man. What makes you think I'd do somethin' like that to you!? Listen, let me tell ya' somethin'; there are some things we guys keep to ourselves, alright? And this is one'a those things. It's just between us, you and me. Don't nobody else need to know about it."
I felt like a great burden had been lifted and I sighed heavily as I realized I wasn't going to get in trouble after all. More than that, I felt, in some strange way, like I was crossing some kind of threshold into manhood. An adult man was accepting me, in the most intimate terms, as one of the 'guys,' even clueing me in on the secrets men kept "to ourselves." It was like I was being initiated into a secret, adult men's club, which, in a way, I was.
"You just gotta promise me the same thing, okay?" Coach continued. The look of confusion on my face must have told him I didn't understand what he meant.
"What goes on in here is private, between you and me. I won't tell nobody as long as you don't either, alright?"
That sounded fair, even if I didn't fully grasp what he was getting at. "Okay," I answered.
Then Coach stepped back from the table just enough that I could see his shorts. He placed his hand on the very large bulge in his gym shorts in a way that let me see the shape of it clearly through the fabric.
"See, you ain't the only one sportin' wood here, boy," he said, casually, as if it was no big deal to share something like that with another guy.
I couldn't believe it. But there it was, clear enough. Coach Kyle had a hardon too!
"Now you promise me you ain't gonna tell anybody I showed you that, okay?"
I immediately nodded my head, a new feeling of kinship sweeping over me. We were on equal ground and I felt more certain than ever that it would be okay, that no one would know about my embarrassing display.
Then the Coach placed his hand on the flat portion of my abdomen and began gently moving his palm and fingers back and forth across my bare skin. His touch made my dick throb even harder.
"I just don't want anyone gettin' the wrong idea, is all. I mean, I feel that whatever two men choose to do in private is their own business and ain't no body else's concern, as long as they're both okay with it. You know what I mean?"
That made sense, but I really had no idea what he was getting at.
At twelve years old I was ahead of the class in physical maturity but not in any other way. I'd begun to fill out with hair above my cock the year before. My penis was larger and more mature than others my age and, although it was probably less than five inches long then (I'm guessing from memory) it was bigger than most, and still growing. Eventually it would top out at my adult size of just a bit over seven inches, but back then I was probably the most well hung boy in my class just because most hadn't matured yet.
But even though I was ahead of my class in physical development, I had not discovered jerking off. I knew a guy could put his dick into a woman to make love and that was how he put his sperm into her to make babies (I'd read about it in some books my parents had gotten me) and I knew that was supposed to feel really good and that was what "having sex" was all about, but I had NO IDEA a guy could get off on his own, or with another guy. I didn't know what the coach was hinting at.
He let his hand slide down a few inches more, slipped his fingers through my freshly developing crop of pubic hair and softly wrapped them around the base of my shaft. The sensation made my cock throb even harder and I felt a pleasurable tightness in my balls I'd never known before.
"You know what I'm talkin' about?" he asked again. His fingers started playing with my hair in a teasing sort of way. "This is just you and me here right now and if you don't like somethin' then you tell me and I'll stop. But don't go gettin' us both in trouble later, okay? This is just between us, alright?"
"Okay," I answered. I was ignorant and truly didn't know where this was going, but I had a feeling of excitement and didn't want this to end. I was a turned on, horny kid and eager to feel more of whatever it was I was feeling.
I'd only ever played around a tiny bit as a boy, just little games and such with other boys my own age when I was younger. I didn't know EXACTLY what the Coach was getting at but I knew now he was talking about doing something sexual and private and intimate with me. I could feel that, and the idea both frightened and excited me.
But he was the Coach. I trusted him. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. So, I let him go where he wanted, assuming he knew best.
He looked at my pulsing hardon as he idly played with my hair.
"I'm gonna touch it, okay?" he asked, and when I didn't answer right away he looked up at my face for approval. "If that's okay? You want me to make it feel good?"
I was so horny I can't begin to describe how it felt. I was a totally, utterly aroused 12 year old, freshly minted, adolescent boy who had never come in his life and didn't even know what it was. But I wanted it, even if I didn't know exactly what "it" might be. The desire was there and I had to know what he would do if I let him.
Words failed, so I just nodded.
The Coach took one hand and slowly, gently, moved his fingers up the hard shaft of my penis. He touched it lightly, stroking with an easy, gentle touch that sent waves of electricity shooting from my groin throughout my body. That alone left me quivering in excitement. Then he put some lotion on his hand and slowly wrapped his fingers around my upraised member, making a fist, and began to move his hand up and down, sliding the skin of my boy dick in the process, pumping it. Sometimes he'd put his thumb under the head of my cock and make little motions there, small circles with pressure that caused every muscle in that part of my body to tense up in excitement.
As he did that, he took his other hand and cupped my balls. He tugged gently at my scrotum, then softly started to play with my nuts.
My hips thrust upward in involuntary response to what he was doing. I began breathing more heavily. I didn't understand what he was doing but I knew this felt fucking awesome!
"You like this?" he asked with a teasing gleam in his eye as he played with my little man. "Best part of the rubdown, ain't it?"
I let out a boyish whimper. It was all I could muster. A wordless response that spoke volumes. I couldn't believe he was doing this! My gym Coach was playing with my dick! (And it felt incredible!)
I looked down just to confirm with my eyes that what I was feeling was real.
He kept toying with my shaft and massaging my balls. He reached over and got more lotion, alternating his hands so he literally didn't miss a stroke. He put more lube on my shaft, then he began using both hands on my cock, pushing downward, one hand following the other, in a constant, unending downward motion that pulled the skin on my virgin dick taut and made it all the more sensitive. My hips began rising from the table as if I wanted to bury my dick in his fingers without end. I was lifting my ass in response to his strokes without any conscious thought on my part.
"How long you had this here?" Coach inquired, fingering my new pubic hairs. There were so few, compared to now, but I was "hairy" compared to the other boys in my class.
I told him the hairs had started to grow last year in elementary school, then really developed over the summer.
He seemed impressed.
"I noticed how grown-up you were when I watched you gettin' out of the shower and I thought, dang, that boy looks like a man already. I bet he's an adult in a whole lotta ways."
I was flattered. The coach thought I was grown-up!
"So, I guess you know about stuff the other boys don't yet?"
"Yeah," I said, not having a clue what he was really talking about but not wanting to admit I might not be as mature as he thought I was.
Like I said, at this stage, I hadn't discovered masturbation at all and because of that I had no idea what the Coach was doing to me. I'd played with my dick, but I'd never had an orgasm. I just knew what Coach was doing felt wonderful and intense and I didn't want him to stop no matter what.
"Well, I gotta tell you somethin', Ty; you are one of the best looking boys I've ever seen."
I didn't know what to say to something like that, I just blushed.
"I'm sure you already know that but, I gotta tell ya, you're a very handsome young man and very mature. "
I did not think, then or now, that I was particularly handsome. And yet Coach was making a comment like that!? That anyone would think I was good looking, especially an adult man, thrilled me.
He started to pump my dick more rapidly and I took a deep breath. I didn't know what he was doing, I just knew it felt good. I liked it and didn't want him to stop.
The Coach started really going to town on me. He stopped his rubbing momentarily (which made me cringe) and got more of his "rubdown lotion." He put more on my cock and got it all slick then used his other hand to rub more of the wonderful stuff all over my chest. He played with my nipples, another new experience for me, as he let one hand explore my body all over. The other hand he kept working more and more quickly on my cock. I started breathing heavy. I was starting to feel really funny down there.
"You're gonna cum soon, aren't ya' boy? Bet you're a big squirter. Bet you make a big cum when you cum, don't ya', boy?"
"I... I don't know..." I wasn't sure what he meant, but I knew I was starting to feel really funny down there.
Without stopping his jerking of my cock he worked his lotion covered finger down between my legs and with one finger, started rubbing my butt hole.
WHOOOLLLLYYY SHIT!!! I had never even thought of touching myself there and when he did I could not believe how intense it felt!
All at once I started thrusting into the air, whimpering like a helpless puppy! I had this sudden feeling like I had to go to the bathroom!
I let out a squeak and cried, "I gotta pee!"
Coach didn't miss a beat. He slipped his well lubed finger inside me!
"Do it, boy! Go on, Ty, shoot that load like a man. Do it!"
His finger was barely in a quarter of an inch but I puckered my ass in response and all at once, for the first time in my life, I came!
At twelve years old I experienced my first ever orgasm at the hands of my sixth grade gym coach! Right there, on that table, with him jerking my dick and fingering my hole. And I came like a firehose!
Cum flew out of me and shot everywhere! I didn't know what was happening, all I knew is I was in the heat of the most intense, wonderful, erotic sensation I'd ever known or experienced. I felt stuff coming out of me... I thought it was pee at first... and it flew around. I instinctively squeezed muscles in response to the fingering of my hole and that shot a fountain of cum into the air that arced upward and then fell back down onto my own face, then on my chest, on my stomach area... everywhere. I was making a horrible mess!
Some of my cum got on the coach's arms, some got on his shirt, lots got on his hands, but he didn't seem to mind, he just smiled like a conductor watching the symphony he was orchestrating come to a climax. He smiled and seemed pleased with himself.
I sprayed intensely and the look on Coach Kyle's face was one of utter glee and astonishment as he kept pumping my dick.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity of glowing pleasure and feeling totally out of my mind, the sensation subsided. I realized I was frozen in the air, my eyes closed tightly, my back arced upward at the pelvis so that my dick thrust up in the air with my bottom well off the table and I don't know how long I'd been that way when I finally opened my eyes, resumed breathing and collapsed back on the table, soaked in some kind of white stuff I'd never seen before that had come flying out of my dick and feeling totally exhausted.
Coach Kyle withdrew his finger from my behind and gave a few more light pumps on my dick as it subsided. He took his thumb and started to make circles on my cock-head using the oozing, slippery boy juice there to tease it. It was so intense I couldn't stand it. I pulled away, it was just too much to take! He just laughed.
He took his hands away from me and I watched as he reached up the leg of his shorts and pulled out his own cock! It was the first time I'd ever see an adult man's dick (other than my dad) and certainly the first time I'd see a man with a hardon.
To my young eyes he looked big, but he was probably only about average adult size. He was uncut, but so hard I couldn't really tell that at first... I just knew it looked different. His hands were soaked with my boy juice and when he started tugging at his cock he began smearing my cum on his dick, using my stuff as lube on his own member the way he'd used lotion on mine.
I watched and he only pulled on it for a few times before all at once he came!
Now I saw the stuff coming out of his dick, and it was white, like the stuff I'd just shot. Even then I had enough sense to realize this must be "sperm!" I knew it wasn't pee, anyway. (I didn't know the word "semen" yet.) He used one hand to catch the stuff as it shot out of him, which let me see it very clearly.
I was utterly silent, not knowing what to make of all of this. He'd jerked me off, it was a new experience. Then I watched him cum. And that was cool too. But I was totally blitzed by it all.
After he came he milked his dick down a bit, squeezing the last of his cum out of his shaft and into his hand. When I finally looked up at his face I noticed he was smiling at me. Apparently he was amused, and probably turned on, by the way I was watching him play with himself with such total focus and fascination. I didn't know what I'd just seen. Didn't understand it a bit.
Coach couldn't stop beaming, even as he stepped to the side and washed his hands off at the sink. Then he got a fresh towel and started cleaning me up, wiping the boy juice off of me, starting with my face. He did it lovingly and as he wiped me off he smiled down at me with a look on his face like a proud father. You'd think I'd just made the high score for the team the way he was beaming.
"Look at you?" he said, indicating the volumes of cum I'd sprayed all over my own naked body as well as his. "I didn't think those little nuts of yours could hold that much man juice, boy. How long has it been since you last came?"
My head was reeling and I didn't know what he was talking about.
"I dunno."
He looked at me like I was stupid.
"How long since you last did this?"
The blank expression on my face must have told him I couldn't answer.
"You've jerked off before, right?"
I just shook my head. I figured this was "jerking off," where another guy massages your dick and fingers your butt hole until you shoot sperm, and I knew I'd never done that before.
"This is the first time you ever came?"
I was still catching my breath. "I guess."
Coach rolled his eyes like he couldn't believe it. "You never done this before?"
I shook my head, then he grinned and shook his own in disbelief.
"Well let me tell you somethin', Ty. You're gonna remember this day. 'Cause you just started somethin' all men do, and now you got started, you're gonna be doin' it for the rest of your life."
And of course, he was right.
Coach cleaned me up, told me to take another shower then get dressed. He gave me a pass to my next class, but when I got there I might as well have missed it for all the attention I paid. My mind was gone for the rest of the day.
Even after that, I still didn't realize it was something you could do to yourself. I thought you had to have someone else do it to you.
In a matter of days I started to get really, REALLY horny again and I didn't know any way to relieve myself! (I was stupid!) I just knew I wanted to get relief again.
I told the Coach during class that I was having trouble with that same muscle I hurt before and was wondering if he could take a look at it again.
He seemed to understand what I was asking for. There were other boys around so he was very careful in his answer. He suggested I come by after school. He had practice with the team most days but was free after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays and if I were to come around then, he could probably check it out for me.
Needless to say, I was there and we quickly recreated our first encounter, only this time I got to the "good stuff" faster and came even quicker as I was less nervous.
This time while he did it he stood beside me and put my hand on his cock. I figured this was what I was supposed to do, touch him like he was touching me, so I reached up the leg of his shorts and played with his dick in the same way he was playing with mine (although I didn't touch his butt hole, that seemed gross and dirty to me!) I let him cum in my hand the same way I'd watched him cum in his own.
He explained about masturbation and soon I was able to take care of myself home alone, which made things easier. (Boy, I felt dumb when he explained I could do it myself!)
This went on for months and one time someone walked in on us. Coach said that he was giving me a massage for a sore muscle but I'm not sure how much the person believed it.
When I returned to that school after summer Coach Kyle was no longer there. Rumor was he'd been "let go" for undisclosed reasons. Later I heard that there were some other boys who he had helped out like he helped me, and I guess not all of them were nearly so good at keeping it to themselves.
I don't think he went to jail or anything. This was before it was such a hot button item and I think they just quietly let him go and didn't want to make a lot of noise about it. He probably ended up at another school in another state. I wonder if he brought as much pleasure to the boys he taught there as he did to me?
Coach, if you read this and recognize yourself (despite the name change) this is one boy who just wants to say thanks for lending me a helping hand when I needed it. I will always appreciate what you did and have relieved the memory of it many times, always with pleasure.
The End