It didn’t take long for all the school activities and classes, of course, to occupy most of my time. Lana was busy working on the school paper and she and Gayle were on the school annual staff again. I volunteered and joined them. The school had purchased a couple of digital cameras for the journalism class and for use by the paper and annual staffs. Lana qu...
It was late at night, when Coach heard the moans coming from the lockeroom. The moans were low and throaty, and accompanied by loud whispers. Getting closer Coach was able to make out the whispers. It was just one word over and over again. 'Alex, Alex, Alex.' Turning the corner he sees the culprit. Tommy Barnes lays on one of the benches legs spread wid...
Edited by: MizTake - Thanks for all your help! ***** This was our second loss in row and the coach was pissed. He yelled at the entire team but the captain and I were the only ones he told to stay behind while everyone else went in the showers. "What's with you, Jackson??" The coach yelled at me. He could at least use my first name, Sam, like a normal pe...
Summary: Straight teacher is turned by two ex-students (1 black, 1 white) Notes: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, and MAB7991 for editing. ***** I was in a bar in the big city an hour from where I taught. One of my favorite eighties bands was playing and although my wife didn't want to come, I wasn't missing it for the world. I wasn't in the bar five minut...
Dave and Jason dove on the other side of the bed to hide their nakedness from the unexpected visitor who had just barged into our room without knocking. The coach spied me in my towel and gave me a once over and then flashed his winning smile. The coach's massive frame filled the open doorway. His gaze zeroed in on me standing mid-room, all but naked except...
Every girl in high school I knew wanted the head football coach. They all thought he was sexy. In my senior yearbook there were photos of the coach with the cheerleaders. They all but said they wanted him to fuck them. And none of those cheerleaders knew that just a couple of years later I was sucking his cock and I was his sissy-boy. I was spending long...
After we'd cleaned up from our little roll in the hay at his place, Peter Blair took me over to the Loudon County Court offices, which proved to be not more than three blocks from his old townhouse, near the major intersection where Route 7 coming out of Washington, and Route 15 coming down from Maryland at Point of Rocks converged—both old stage coach roads...
I remember one day very vividly from when Josh and I were eighteen year old seniors in high school. I saw a flash of taut blond speed out of the corner of my eye and felt the familiar tingle below my navel. The warmth of his passing reminded me with sinking clarity of how lonely I was even as his scent drifted back to me. Josh sped past while we both made l...
Coach Baxter was a powerfully built man. His sheer physical presence, iron will, and domineering personality helped him to mold his high school wrestlers after his own image. He took boys and turned them into men. He showed his boys how to develop their youthful bodies, build their muscles, perfect their skills, and dominate their opponents. Although Coach B...
Cade couldn't believe what was happening, here he was mouth open salivating over Mr. Waters 9 inch, thick cock. He licked his lips lifted his right hand and gripped the base getting a firm grasp. He could feel Mr. Waters pulse throbbing through the thickness. Mr. Waters or shall I say Kip rested his hand on top of Cade's head, firmly applying pressuring. Cad...