This is a story based upon real events and can be considered as totally true. It happened pretty much this way.

“What if I told you that your Coach wanted to bottom for you, and wants that very, very much. Could you handle that?” I stared at Coach for what I thought was a long time before breaking into a wide grin and quietly saying, “Oh yea, Coach, I think I can handle that.” He smiled and said again, “You just do not know how much I want that.” And we drove on home with no other discussion of it, other than the oblique reference to “getting together real soon”.

Over the next week or so, we did not have any physical contact, but I wore a constant woody thinking about being with Coach. I must have jacked off several times a day. When I would see him in the hallways or in a classroom, he would always wink, and a couple of times, he groped his crotch while giving me the big eye as well. I would get an instant blue steel boner. I decided to stop by his office to see if we could get something scheduled but was stopped short when I got there. Of all things, my Dad was sitting in Coach’s office and I had this immediate reaction of abject fear that we had been discovered.

Coach saw me, and waved me in. My Dad was there to express his appreciation to Coach for chauffeuring me to the games, and they were just shooting the shit. Coach was telling him about a Coach’s Clinic that he was going to attend that weekend at the University of Illinois, and he looked sort of sideways at me, and said, “You wanna go with?” And I said, “Sure!” without hesitation. Dad approved on the spot. Coach said it might be a good idea for us to keep it quiet so that the other guys on the team did not try to cash in on the trip. Coach looked at me, and winked. I think I creamed my jeans that instant. I know I had to hold my books in my crotch to hide the wet spot and the bulge.

He picked me up from home early on Friday morning, and we headed out. When we had gone about ten miles and definitely were out of town, he breathed a deep exhale, “I can’t tell you how much I have been looking forward to this. I want you to fuck me big time!” he said. I could only agree that I had been anticipating it. He reached over to feel my hard-on and said, “Oh yea” several times before commanding we were not to get physical until we were inside the hotel.

The talk was all hot talk, however, for two hours, which was causing the horns to grow to the fullest extent. Coach wanted to know if I had ever been fucked (No) how often I had topped, and I had to admit only one time, and that had not been a complete success. He did not ask why or with whom, but when I asked if he had done this a lot, he smiled and told me that he was no longer a novice. We talked about jacking off, describing the biggest dick each had seen, all those things that two horny guys who are going to have sex together share and talk about. I admired him for not asking for names since he knew all my