A+ in Gym

Authors notes:
The second part to my A+ series. And introducing my third character Hank "Coach" Murphy (hs actually my first character as this story was written before "Hotel Worship".
Warning, this story contains urination

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“ALRIGHT MEN, THAT’S IT FOR TODAY’S PRACTICE! HIT THE SHOWERS,” The coach yelled to his players a hot Friday afternoon. “JOHNSON.”

“Yea coach? What is it?”

“Come with me to my office.” He ordered.

“Yes Sir.” He called back. “Later.” He said to his friend he was talking with.

Johnson fallowed his coach back into his office. It was small, but an open door to the side revealed a small workout room, and further back, a private shower. There was a smell of sweat soap, and something else. The coach closed the door behind him, shutting sound off from the rest of the school. There was a click, the door was locked, they both sat down.

“Your science teacher tells me of your ‘extra credit’ experiment you conducted last week...”

Johnson went rigid, his face flushed. “Um...what?” he asked feigning ignorance.

“Heh, don’t worry.” He said with a wink, “nothing leaves this office.” “The reason I’m mentioning this is because even though your grades in my class are excellent...” He locked eyes with his student. “How would you like to do a few ‘extra credit’ exercise routines?”

Johnson stared at his teacher in shock for a moment, but then an unmistakable grin spread across his face

“Good boy.” He laughed. He stood up and walked into his private weight room. “Follow me.”

Johnson left his helmet on the chair and fallowed his coach into the next room. Once in the room the door was locked. Johnson looked around, the room as about the size of a normal bedroom, there was a bench-press, a set of weights, a few mats, a tall gorgeous hunk who looked like a red-haired Greek god who was taking off his shirt revealing his hairy body and tight rippling muscles... Johnson stared at his coach in awe. He had never seen him with his shirt off before and he amazed at the very sight of him.

Johnson began to take off his uniform, by the time he got to his pants his teacher was wearing nothing but a jockstrap with his uncut cock sticking out the side. Johnson got to his knees to undo his cleats, his coach approached him and aimed his cock; a golden stream of piss hit the student in the face. His shock at another sudden turn of events was overcome by arousal. He felt himself growing hard under his dampening pants. The coach directed the stream all over his aroused student. Then he took him by the head and shoved his cock into his student’s mouth.

“Drink.” He ordered.

Johnson didn’t have much choice. He drank the hot liquid that rapidly filled his mouth and was enjoying it much to his surprise. The stream slowed and stopped.

“Mmm. Good boy. Now suck it.”

Johnson obeyed and took his coaches hardening cock by the base and began to suck and tease the enormous length.

“Oh yea boy, you love sucking your coaches cock don’t you, just like you loved drinking his hot piss. Fuck boy you can suck better than any woman; you’re a pro. Yea, lick the balls too you little faggot. Mmm.

Johnson was getting really turned on by what his coach was saying to him, all the time being held by the hair and forced him to take all his coaches cock. There was a snap and he looked up to see his coach downing a bottle of beer. The coach noticed him watching. He grinned, but didn’t say anything. In no time at all, he had all the beer gone.

He pulled Johnson off his cock and ordered him to lie on his back on the bench press. Taking a length of jump-rope from the wall he tied his student at the wrists to the support bars for the weights. He then removed his students cleats and pants leaving him in his own tented jockstrap. The coach straddled his student and put his ass over his face. He sat down, pining his ass to his student’s mouth.

“Eat coaches ass boy.” He ordered.

Johnson licked his teacher’s sweaty asshole his tongue worked the rim and slid his tongue in the tight pucker.

“Yea that’s it boy. Mmm that feels fucking good. Eat my raunchy ass right out. Yea. Fuck me with your tongue. Fuck yea.”

He began teasing Johnson’s cock with one finger making him shiver and moan with pleasure. Coach’s hands spread the football players legs and his thick fingers began probing at the tight hole.

“Hmm, what a nice tight hole you have boy, its too bad your science teacher had you first, I would have loved popping your sweet boy-cherry.”

After a few minuets of fingering his players hole. He reached for a box underneath the bench and out of it, pulled a dildo almost as massive as him. He coated it with some lube, also from the box and after lifting Johnson’s lower half up so Johnson’s thighs were under his arms, he pushed it into Johnson’s tight opening. Johnson cried out in pain as the dildo tried to penetrate him. Coach ordered him to continue riming him. The dildo finally popped in and after a few moments of pain, he resumed to lick and tongue-fuck his coach.

“Good boy, your hole is so tight boy I’m going to have to loosen it up for you.”

“Thank you sir” he moaned

The coach drove the toy in all the way to the base making Johnson cry out, then he retracted it and drove it in again. Soon he was slamming the student with the dildo harder than most men can thrust. The pleasure was too much, it wasn’t long before he moaned deep and came hard with a full body spasm.

The coach laughed. All Johnson could do was lay there breathing heavily. After a few minuets he managed to say “Thank you sir.”

“Well boy it’s far from over.” He said untying him. He ordered him to get on his hands and knees. His hands were bound again to the bench.

The coach stood in front of the jock and ordered him again to suck him off which the jock did eagerly. When his cock was nice and hard he pulled out and let loose a fresh stream of hot piss, drenching his students face and hair. He pinched himself off and walked around behind and let loose again, soaking the jocks back. Then in one quick motion, he yanked out the dildo and drove his cock in to the hilt. Johnson cried out in pleasure from the sudden intrusion and the warm feeling of the rest of his teachers piss filling his ass.

“Ha, you like that don’t you little bitch.” He grabbed his students hair and whispered in his ear. “Tell your coach how much you love his cock.”

“I love it.”

“What’s that? I cant hear you.”

“I love your cock sir.” he cried out.

“Beg for it. Beg for me to fuck your sluty ass.”

“Please sir, fuck my ass, please.”

The coach pulled his cock out and rammed it back in.

“More sir please.” he begged.

Again he slammed his cock deep inside the jock, out, in out in. He was fucking him like a wild animal. He had one arm around Johnson’s waist, the other griped his shoulder like a vice. Johnson was moaning like never before, his body wracked with such intense pleasure it was almost unbearable. He came again before his coach’s body jerked and a creamy load filled the jocks ass.

“Ahh sir, that was, ohhh that...sir?”

The coach had only rested for a few minuets before he started ramming his boys ass again, his stamina was unbelievable. After he came again he continued again for a few minuets before pulling out. He got in front of his student and started jerking off. Not too long after he shot his third load across his students face and in his mouth.

“Mmm yea boy, that was fucking good.” he said to the student, who was laying on the bench, leaking and exhausted. The coach untied him and went into the shower to clean up. When he got out, he tossed his damp towel on the floor and told Johnson to go take a shower and head home.

He had earned his A+. For this semester at least.