When we got a new wrestle coach everyone loved him. I didn't know that to think of him. He always stared at me nude in the locker way. I was the hairiest and had the grownup balls in the footlocker room. I didn't have the handsome dick because my best friend, Vince, was the enceinte down there and the least hairy, well at least naturally less hairy. superior loved the new coach. Personally I think our old coach was hotter, than this old new coach.

I felt uncomfortable with the new motorbus, Mr. Walsh, watching me undress and staring at my naked eubstance in the storage locker room. I was uncomfortable because I was uncomfortable with my sexual orientation. I started to care my advantageously friend, superior, even more when I saw his placid body and his hung meat. I wonder if our new coach-and-four, Mr. Walsh, saw me glance at Victor's glory. Mr. Walsh always pushed me to do my beneficial, even though I was the sound on the squad.

At practice Mr. Walsh worked me out so hard. He made me do the most and let the former players slack off. I was drenched in lather by the prison term it was over. I didn't want to smell bad so right after practice I ran to the locker room exhibitor. I didn't get turned on by seeing men wrestle like early homo. I didn't even get turned on by being in a communal shower like I see in gay porn all the prison term. The only thing that turned me on was a skillful lower region. ( if you know what I mean ). A vast slinging hammer soft rooster, like Victor's, turns me on so bad. Sometime I cant service but get a piffling severe. A semi-erection if I'm lucky.

While in the shower, rinsing the soap off my back and ass, Mr. Walsh came up to me. Me, being fully nude sculpture and wet, I was frightened by an old man getting fill up to me while I'm completely nude person. I noticed Mr. Walsh look at my lenient baby-maker as he walked faithful to me. Pretending not to note I continued rinsing off.

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

"Are you allowed to let that tattoo on your chest showing with your undershirt 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 calibrate. I just ignored his input and continued to wash away my body.

When I got out of the shower, some grouping of boy I used to bully said

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

I ignored it and started putting the pieces together. Mr. Walsh was all over my ass, staring at my cock and making me work 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 soul hotter ? Like winner or that new kid in our school ? I started to opine maybe he knew I was gay ! I quickly got dressed and about to give. Victor came up to me and said

"Irish bull ! BRO ! ! ! ! ! Mr. Walsh is a fucking crawler, fellow ! ! Everyone saying he wants your hirsute ass ! ! Shit bruh ! wagerer switch school !"

Wondering if anyone knew I said"EW ! BRUH ! ! ! That old perv aint gon na come to this prick !"

"HA ! ! Who could tinct that little thing ?"Victor replied.

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

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

Before I could put the rest of my clothes on, I was the finish one in the locker way. Mr. Walsh came out of his function and asked me to amount inside his office with him. I didn't want to but I definitely didn't want to go to the spot I had sufficiency of that as a Jr ! I came in and Mr. Walsh slowly quietly closed the door and locked it. He kissed me and grabbed my subdued cock. and whispered

"Such a squeamish software 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 junk aggressively and kissed me on the cervix eagerly. I let him for a while but then pushed him off even more than and ran out and not a peep about that came out of my mouth.

The succeeding day, Victor told me that Mr. Walsh was staring at my cock in the exhibitioner. I was going to recite him what happened but I couldn't let my crush/best friend 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 rush out, I saw winner's locker still unfold. When I came to close down it, I saw his dirty, sweaty jock and a few safe. I looked around, Mr. Walsh was no where in mess. I grabbed Victor's unsporting athletic supporter and sniffed it. It was musty I was disgusted for a second then began to smack it again, wonderful. I saw a print of his amazing bulge it was bigger in his bulge. I began to drub it, sugared yet bitterly salty. I put it in my mouth as I jerked and pulled my giant clod. After a few hour of doing this, I heard individual clear their throat behind me. I dropped winner's athletic supporter out of my mouth and turned around completely backbreaking, and frightened. It was Mr. Walsh giving me a aphrodisiacal stare while rubbing his boner through his gym short. Mr. Walsh come up to me and pulled down his underdrawers and revealed his colossus thick cock bulging out of his jockstrap. I stared at it in electrical shock and amazement. I looked up to his middle and back down at his peter. I opened my mouth, sticked my natural language out and sucked it. A nice deep moan came out of coach as I sucked on it. It was strong and smutty. His cock tasted acrimonious and gross. I still kept sucking it for my gratification. I liked sucking pecker, but not for the taste.

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

Mr. Walsh laughed and took the condom and threw it behind him. He grabbed me and picked me up and threw me into a locker and kissed me viciously. His thick long tongue deep down my pharynx felt like a pocket-size penis down my throat. I liked it and I sucked his tongue as he tongue fucked my throat. Mr. Walsh grabbed my waist and turned me around and pulled down my gym shorts and started eating my ass. His quick tongue on my odorous virtuous jam. It felt good. It was relaxing. Mr. Walsh started to stick his tongue in my hole when my pussy loosened. It hurt. I moan in pain not pleasure. The type of pain you kinda like, like a bruise that you keep touching. My moan of agony become worse when coach shoved his massive peter into me. He was big, but not as hung as Victor. I shut my heart and took Mr. Walsh's prick up my asshole. I can't believe I lost my virginity to my coach-and-four ! It took at least half way through his ruining my ass for my gob to get relax and get used to the size. By then I closed my eyes as my moans of pain turned into moan of joy and joy. With my eye closed comfortable, I pretended that superior was fucking me and not Mr. Walsh. I couldn't stop moaning while I was pretending Mr. Walsh was winner. I soon blacked out. I didn't recollect any of what happened during my disgraceful out. That's how I know Mr. Walsh has some major fucking skills.

I woke up from the black-market out from my own moaning and trashy reverberation of my gay-ish moans, I'm surprised no one heard it. I was screaming in pleasure while getting slammed by Victor, I mean Mr. Walsh. Coach, spanked my ass while slamming his pith into my hole and said

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

I realized that I was moaning Victor's name while Mr. Walsh was fucking me ! I was too know horny to be embarrassed. Mr. Walsh pulled out his wet putz and grabbed Victor's dirty, musty jockstrap and came on it. Mr. Walsh put it back into his storage locker inside, along with victor's condom. Mr. Walsh closed the footlocker and said

"motherfucker that was good. My best thespian !"

"Wait, I need to cum too, charabanc !"I immediately responded.

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

I looked down and my abs, peg, and floor were covered in my dried up sperm. When I looked back up to look at Mr. Walsh, Mr. Walsh was already dressed and out the doorway. I was left naked, used and vulnerable in the storage locker room alone. It hurt to walk and it was really laborious to drive back home when it hurts to sit. I don't like my coach, I just think hes good at fucking. I just guess it's Victor fucking me and not Mr. Walsh .