When we got a new wrestling four-in-hand everyone loved him. I didn't know that to think of him. He always stared at me bare in the footlocker room. I was the hairiest and had the biggest balls in the locker room. I didn't have the magnanimous dick because my best friend, Vince, was the bragging down there and the least hairy, well at least naturally less hairy. Victor loved the new coach. Personally I think our old tutor was hotter, than this old new coach.

I felt uncomfortable with the new coach, Mr. Walsh, watching me disinvest and staring at my raw body in the locker room. I was uncomfortable because I was uncomfortable with my sexual predilection. I started to like my unspoilt friend, Victor, even more when I saw his smooth consistency and his hung meat. I wonder if our new coach, Mr. Walsh, saw me glance at master's aura. Mr. Walsh always pushed me to do my unspoiled, even though I was the best on the squad.

At recitation Mr. Walsh worked me out so hard. He made me do the most and let the other players slack off. I was drenched in sweat by the fourth dimension it was over. I didn't want to reek bad so right after practice I ran to the storage locker room shower. I didn't get turned on by seeing men wrestle like other gays. I didn't even get turned on by being in a communal rain shower like I see in gay porn all the fourth dimension. The only thing that turned me on was a nice lower region. ( if you know what I mean ). A huge slinging cock diffuse dick, like Victor's, turns me on so bad. Sometime I cant assistance but get a piffling severe. A semi-erection if I'm lucky.

While in the shower bath, rinsing the soap off my rachis and ass, Mr. Walsh came up to me. Me, being fully nude and wet, I was frightened by an old man getting close to me while I'm completely nude painting. I noticed Mr. Walsh look at my flaccid baby-maker as he walked closer to me. Pretending not to notice I continued rinsing off.

Mr. Walsh's eye come up and looked me in the eyes.

"Are you allowed to have that tattoo on your pectus showing with your vest on ?"Mr. Walsh yelled.

"Yes, sir. I always have it showing. I can't hide it !"I replied.

"Man, times did change. Young boys shouldn't have a tattoo in high school."Mr. Walsh said.

I was 18 and about to graduate. I just ignored his input and continued to wash my body.

When I got out of the shower bath, some group of son I used to bully said

"HA ! HA ! Looks like Mr. Walsh likes you ! !"they said laughing.

I ignored it and started putting the musical composition together. Mr. Walsh was all over my ass, staring at my cock and making me mould hard. Maybe Mr. Walsh was actually liked me. I was fascinated but quickly grew uncomfortable with an old man liking me. Why didn't he go for someone hotter ? Like winner or that new kid in our school ? I started to think maybe he knew I was gay ! I quickly got dressed and about to leave. winner came up to me and said

"bull ! BRO ! ! ! ! ! Mr. Walsh is a jazz tree creeper, fellow ! ! Everyone saying he wants your hairy ass ! ! cocksucker bruh ! Better switch schools !"

Wondering if anyone knew I said"EW ! BRUH ! ! ! That old perv aint gon na allude this gumshoe !"

"HA ! ! Who could touch that little matter ?"superior replied.

I laughed and said"Shut the fuck up Vic ! ! I ship you and Mr. Walsh together !"I said.

Victor's lady friend started to anticipate his name before he could say anything else. All he said was bye and ran off with his girlfriend.

Before I could put the ease of my apparel on, I was the last-place one in the cabinet rooms. Mr. Walsh came out of his office and asked me to fare inside his business office with him. I didn't want to but I definitely didn't want to go to the office I had sufficiency of that as a Jnr ! I came in and Mr. Walsh slowly quietly closed the room access and locked it. He kissed me and grabbed my piano stopcock. and whispered

"Such a nice package. I love your fat balls."in my ear.

I pushed him off me, even though I liked it. I was just fronting.

Mr. Walsh got mad and grabbed and squeezed my debris aggressively and kissed me on the neck eagerly. I let him for a while but then pushed him off even more and ran out and not a cheep about that came out of my lip.

The adjacent day, Victor told me that Mr. Walsh was staring at my cock in the exhibitor. I was going to severalize him what happened but I couldn't let my crush/best ally know that I'm gay and Mr. Walsh knows ! After Gym, I was the last one out of the locker room again, scared, I tried quickly to get out ASAP. But before I was going to stimulate out, I saw superior's locker still open. When I came to shut it, I saw his dirty, sweaty jock and a few condoms. I looked around, Mr. Walsh was no where in pot. I grabbed Victor's dirty jockstrap and sniffed it. It was mouldy I was disgusted for a second then began to smell it again, marvelous. I saw a print of his amazing gibbosity it was crowing in his jut. I began to lick it, mellisonant yet bitterly salty. I put it in my mouth as I jerked and pulled my giant balls. After a few minutes of doing this, I heard somebody sort out their pharynx behind me. I dropped Victor's jock out of my mouth and turned around completely hard, and frightened. It was Mr. Walsh giving me a aphrodisiac stare while rubbing his boner through his gym short pants. Mr. Walsh come up to me and pulled down his shorts and revealed his monster midst cock bulging out of his jockstrap. I stared at it in shock and amazement. I looked up to his eyes and back down at his cock. I opened my backtalk, sticked my clapper out and sucked it. A dainty deep groan came out of tutor as I sucked on it. It was warmly and nasty. His peter tasted bitter and earthy. I still kept sucking it for my satisfaction. I liked sucking dick, but not for the taste.

After sucking it while jerking my pole too, I took out a condom from victor's locker and gave it to Mr. Walsh.

Mr. Walsh laughed and took the rubber and threw it behind him. He grabbed me and picked me up and switch me into a locker and kissed me viciously. His midst long tongue deep down my throat felt like a diminished member down my throat. I liked it and I sucked his clapper as he tongue fucked my throat. Mr. Walsh grabbed my waistline and turned me around and pulled down my gym short and started eating my ass. His warmly tongue on my sweet Virgin trap. It felt good. It was relaxing. Mr. Walsh started to puzzle his tongue in my trap when my pussycat loosened. It hurt. I moan in pain not delight. The type of pain you kinda like, like a contusion that you keep touching. My moan of torture become worse when motorcoach shoved his massive cock into me. He was big, but not as hung as Victor. I shut my eye and took Mr. Walsh's dick up my whoreson. I can't believe I lost my virginity to my charabanc ! It took at to the lowest degree half way through his ruining my ass for my yap to get relax and get used to the sizing. By then I closed my eyes as my groan of infliction turned into moans of joy and pleasure. With my eye closed comfortable, I pretended that Victor was fucking me and not Mr. Walsh. I couldn't stop moaning while I was pretending Mr. Walsh was superior. I soon blacked out. I didn't remember any of what happened during my black out. That's how I know Mr. Walsh has some John Roy Major fucking skills.

I woke up from the black out from my own moaning and loud echos of my gay-ish moan, I'm surprised no one heard it. I was screaming in pleasure while getting slammed by Victor, I mean Mr. Walsh. private instructor, spanked my ass while slamming his meat into my hole and said

"Oh yea, rent my dick. Take it boy. Sniffing my jock n bullshit. I love how you moaned my name. ‘ master, VICTOR YOURE SO HUGE ! ! ! I LOVE YOU VIC ! ! ! designate ME YOU honey ME WITH YOUR GIANT ROD'”

I realized that I was moaning master's name while Mr. Walsh was fucking me ! I was too blinking horny to be embarrassed. Mr. Walsh pulled out his wet prick and grabbed winner's dirty, musty suspensor and came on it. Mr. Walsh put it back into his locker inside, along with Victor's safe. Mr. Walsh closed the storage locker and said

"Shit that was in effect. My trump thespian !"

"Wait, I need to cum too, double-decker !"I immediately responded.

"You came half way through me pounding your ass."said Coach.

I looked down and my abs, legs, and floor were covered in my dried up spermatozoan. When I looked back up to look at Mr. Walsh, Mr. Walsh was already dressed and out the threshold. I was left naked, used and vulnerable in the footlocker room alone. It hurt to walk and it was really hard to beat back back home when it hurts to sit. I don't like my charabanc, I just think hes good at fucking. I just pretend it's Victor fucking me and not Mr. Walsh .