Hanks First Time (Update 5/17)

Wrote this as a milestone as my 100th fic posted to y gallery. It was also a kiriban for 123456 hits on my page :P so i thought id write soemthing special :D enjoy

Also: this is my third post of today, there are two more fics below this one that are new to this blog :)


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"Alright boys, SHOWER UP!" Coach Carl Stevenson yelled after the afternoons football practice had ended with the quarterback Hank making a superb touchdown. "Hey Murphy, my office when you're done."

Hank was curious as to why the coach wanted to see him, he hadn't fucked up or anything and he did make a really good touchdown, that must have been it. He didn't think much more on the matter as he stripped and showered with the other players, all of them joking around as they usually did. Hank's sizable cock the topic of discussion today and how any girl he went to bed with would be sore for weeks. Hank agreed and laughed, but he had a secret none of them knew.

Bidding his friends and teammates goodbye Hank headed to the Coach's office, only to find it empty. He could hear running water from behind a door and figured his teacher was still showering, so he called out.

"Be out in a minute." He heard the older man yell over the rush of water.

Hank sat down in a chair and waited. He soon heard the water stop and the sound of wet feet slapping wet tile floor. Another few minutes passed and his coach walked out in nothing more than a towel. Hank had to fight himself to keep from drooling and staring at the massive hunk of a man. Six feet of muscle and testosterone stood almost fully naked before him. Hank had to put his book bag between his legs to hide his stiffening cock. Of all the days to go commando.

Coach Carl sat in his chair. "Now, what I wanted to talk to you about was... is something wrong Hank?"

"No, nothing wrong sir." Hank lied, trying to keep eye contact, instead of letting his eyes wander down to those bulging hairy pecs and rounding muscle gut...NO, eye contact Hank, eye contact.

"You sure? You look like you've got a stomach ache."

"Maybe a little." He lied again, grabbing at the excuse and holding onto it for dear life. He had a major crush on his coach, but he was terrified to have him find out about it.

"You going to be okay?"

"Yea it's nothing, I'm fine."

"Okay, now take a look at this." He said, indicating the small television he had just turned on. It was a video of the lats game they played a few days ago. Coach wanted him to take a look at his form or something, he nodded and listened to everything the man said, but all the while he couldn't help but imagine his teacher removing his towel and asking him for a blow job.

Without even realizing it, too distracted by both the video and his lewd thoughts, his grip slacked and his bag slipped from his hands and hit the floor. Coach looked over and was amazed by the large tent in the younger man's shorts.

"Woah." Was all he said in amazement.

"Ahh shit, sorry. He said covering himself up with his bag again. "I uh..was thinking about a girl I like." He lied again.

Carl was no idiot. He had been teaching long enough to tell when a kid was lying to him. He was almost naked, and the kid had a massive head on, it didn't take a teaching degree to figure out the kid had a thing for men.

"Don't worry kid, I can tell whats going on. You find me attractive don't you?"

Hank's heart dropped, he had been found out. His face turned as red as his hair and he looked away.

"I thought so, and relax, I'm not mad at you. You cant help who you're attracted to."

"Yea, I guess." Hank muttered, still staring at the floor.

"So, now that we've cleared that up, what do you want to do about it?" He asked.

Hank looked up, bewildered by the question, his jaw dropped as he saw his coach; the towel had been opened and he was now sitting fully exposed in his chair. Hank was shocked and awed by his now naked teacher. He stared openly at the older man's uncut manhood, it was almost five inches long and still soft, and his balls were huge and hairy.

Hank looked up at his teacher in amazement, he was grinning broadly. "How about we give ourselves some privacy hmm?" He said, standing up and walking to the door naked, to lock it, and close the blinds hanging over the window. Hank got a good sidelong view of his teachers deliciously hairy round rump. He felt his cock throb almost painfully and leak pre-cum into the fabric of his shorts.

Carl returned to his chair and sat down, adjusting his balls and spreading his legs. "How about you get naked too? It won't be very fun if it's just me bearing it all."

Deciding not to question the 'why', He shucked himself out of his clothes and in moments stood naked in front of his teacher.

"Fuck Hank, I knew you were above average but your prick is fucking huge." He said reaching out and massaging the nearly nine inch member. "Only seventeen and already this big." He marveled

Hank groaned as his cock was groped. He was already so excited as it was and the warmth from this teacher's hand and the stroking sent him over the edge. "Ahh fuck." He groaned as he shot his load all over his teacher. "Sorry. I guess I was already pretty excited."

"It's okay boy." He said, licking the cum off his hands. "Mmm, delicious." Hank grinned and his coach grinned back at him.

"You're still hard?" Coach asked after a few minuets of Hank's cock not going down.

"Yea, for some reason it doesn't go down until I cum a few times. Is that normal?"

"It's not common, but it's not a bad thing." He said, leaning forward a bit and taking the head of Hank's cock into his mouth and began bobbing up and down on the thick shaft. Hank let out a long groan of pleasure. Jerking off was one thing but this was on a whole new level. So warm and wet, Hank felt like he was in heaven. Feeling weak in the knees he leaned against the desk for support.

Coach continued sucking, working his tongue and lips in unison, bringing out more moans and groans of pleasure from the teen. It wasn't long before Hank groaned again and fired another load that Carl swallowed down eagerly.

"God that felt great." Hank groaned in the wake of his second orgasm in only a short while. "Thanks."

"You want to thank me, how about returning the favor?" Carl grinned pointing down at his own throbbing dick.

"Sure." Hank said enthusiastically. He got to his knees and, treating it like an ice-pop, began sucking on the fat meat log between his teachers legs.

A single long drawn out groan of pleasure escaped the older man's throat. "Ohhhhhhhhh fuck Murphy, you sure this is the first time you've sucked a cock?"

"Yea, but I like eating Popsicles so I guess that was pretty good practice." He joked, licking up some of the salty sweet precum that had formed at the tip of Carl's cock.

"Fuck kid you're a natural. Keep it up." He groaned.

Hank went on, doing his best to pleasure the older hunk., the groans of pleasure told him he was doing things right. He tried deep-throating but after gagging a few times he figured he better not push it. He dragged his tongue up and down the shaft and sucked on each of the large nuts in turn.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up. Stand up and bend over my desk, I wanna show you something you'll love."

Obediently, Hank bent over the desk, his round, athletically muscular ass presented to his teacher. He was expecting to be speared by that massive hunk of cock, but instead, as firm hands spread his hairy cheeks, something warm and wet began working its way around his hole.

"Oh man." Hank groaned. He looked back to see the older man's face buried in his ass. He felt the warm tongue continue to work circles around his hole, prodding gently at it. He was amazed at the feeling of it. He and never even imagined something like this being done by two people, let alone being a recipient and he was being blown away by the experience.

"Oh god that feels amazing coach." He groaned as he felt the fat tongue lick up his entire crack. Hands grabbed and squeezed his ass and his own hand was stroking his cock. "God coach, fuck me, please." He begged. His ass feeling like it had never felt before. It was a feeling he could only describe as hunger. He craved for something to be in his ass bigger than a few fingers he usually used while masturbating.

The tongue disappeared and he looked back to see his Coach, glazing his fat cock with lube and applying some to his spit slicked hole as well. A single one of the older man's thick fingers was inserted. Hank groaned as he felt the sawing motion of the finger slide in and out of his hole. Another finger joined in and Hank groaned even louder. It hurt but he bore through it. He knew the pain would only be temporary.

The two fingers worked his hole for a few minuets, twisting around and sliding in and out until Carl was satisfied.

"Relax. The pain won't last very long, and I promise I won't go until you're ready." He said soothingly as he began pressing his cock against Hank's hole. Hank felt it. At first his hole refused to let the intruder in, despite the preparation, it remained firmly shut. Another few moments of pushing and finally the head popped in and Hank let out a cry of pain. It was almost unbearable, it felt like he would be torn in half. He tried to pull away but the hand on his hip held him steady. Another hand reached under to stroke his pain shrunken cock back to life. Hank gasped and panted. The pleasure in his cock was slowly driving away the pain in his ass, and after awhile, the pain died away completely.

"God damn are you ever tight. Are you alright?" Coach asked with a pleasured expression on his face.

"Y-yea, I think so. Fuck that hurt." He said, panting and sweating.

"Yea, I know. It always does the first time. It gets easier the more you do it. Do you think you're ready to keep going?"

"Yes sir."

Taking a firm but gentle hold on Hank's hips, Carl began pushing more of his cock into his younger students hole. Hank groaned slowly as he felt the meat go deeper and deeper, spreading him open more than he'd ever been before and giving him such an incredible full feeling that his cock was rock hard once more and leaking a near steady flow of precum. Now that the pain had abated, he was beginning to feel the immense pleasure of another man entering him.

"Jesus Christ, that feels amazing Coach." He moaned unto the surface of the desk where his sweaty face was pressed.

"You like it huh?" Coach grunted.

"Oh god yea. I love it." Hank replied.

"Good, then get ready, I'm gonna fuck you so good you won't know what to do with yourself."

Hank nodded and groaned with pleasure, crying out again as his coach drew out his length and drove it back in. He repeated the motion and worked his way to a steady rhythm. Sounds of pleasure filled the room as the two men began to really get into it. Carl, grunting and growling with pleasure as the tight, no-longer-virgin hole gripped and slid on and off his cock and Hank, groaning with the same pleasure as with each thrust moved through him, he felt waves of pleasure going through his body.

"Ahhh fa-faster Coach. Harder." He begged.

Too far into a state of frenzied lust to reply, he simply indulged the younger man and pounded harder and faster. Hank howled with pleasure as his hole was reamed, and with an escalation of his howling cry he fired another load that splattered the side of the desk and oozed its way down to drip onto the floor. Hank was overwhelmed by yet another orgasm and Carl was not far behind him. The increased tightness from Hank's orgasm clamping his ass down on his cock sent him over the edge into his own blissful release. He fired a large and thick load into his students bowels and nearly collapsed from exhaustion.

"Ohh fuck I...I cant even think...god that was incredible." Hank groaned as he felt the older man resting most of his weight on him.

"Yea, but It's not over yet," Coach panted. "just give me a second to catch my breath."

"Okay."

The two stayed in their position. Carl's semi-hard cock still firmly inside Hank, throbbing as cum still leaked from it into Hank. Both panting heavily until Carl got himself up and slowly withdrew himself from his student. Hank stood up, turned around and was kissed deeply by the older man. Their tongues moving around in each others mouths.

"I want you to fuck me next." Carl told him in barely more than a whisper.

"Really?" Hank said with a feeling of excitement.

"Yea, you're still hard right?"

"Mmhmm, I can probably cum three or four more times yet." He boasted.

"Perfect." Coach grinned. He turned around and got up on his desk, laying back and bringing his knees up to his chest. "Fuck me kid, I'm all yours."

Hank liked nothing more than the idea of shoving his dick in his coaches ass, but he also wanted to try eating him out. He loved having his hole licked by the older man and the delicious ass presented to him now was impossible to resist. He got to his knees and extended his tongue into the hairy crack. His tongue soon met with the tight pucker and he began licking around more, and before he knew it he was hungrily eating out the older man like a starved man.

When he was satisfied after a good ten minuets of licking and probing Carl's hole with his tongue he stood up and coated his cock with a good amount of lube. He positioned himself and pressed against the tight pucker. It felt so warm and tight as he entered. Carl, who had been relaxing in the afterglow of his orgasm and enjoying the through rim-job grunted in pain as Hank's fat cock entered him.

"Ahh shit you're so fucking huge." He grunted, gripping the sides of the desk. "Don't stop though, keep going."

Hank pushed in further. Again he was overwhelmed by how good it felt to be with a man. When he had finally hilted inside the older man he was still groaning. "Fuck me Hank, fuck me with everything you've got."

Hank nodded and began thrusting his cock in and out. God it felt incredible, so tight and silky were the man's insides as they wrapped around him and gave him pleasure. In and out he thrust, his teacher groaning with pleasure, just as much as he did, with every thrust. It only lasted a few minuets however and Hank once again fired a load, now deep inside his teachers body.

"Ahhhh fuck, fuck, this feels so good Coach, I love it." he said, still thrusting despite his exhaustion. He wasn't completely satisfied and he wanted to blow another load deep inside the man who gave him so much in such a short period. Taking his Carl's leg and lifting it up to rest on his shoulder (he remembered seeing it in a porno once) he continued pounding away.

Carl was simply amazed by the younger man's stamina. Where he had only cum once, Hank had cum four times and was working on his fifth. He was beginning to wonder which would give out first, his body, from exhaustion, or his need to cum. It wasn't too long after that thought crossed his mind that Hank came again inside him. The strain on his body was beginning to show, but he could see in his eyes that he wanted more.

"Do you still need to cum?" Coach asked in amazement.

"Yea. " He replied through heavy panting. "One more should do it."

"Well save your energy. Sit down in my chair there and I'll finish you off."

Hank sat down on the chair after tossing the towel on the floor. Carl picked it up for a moment to clean off Hank's cock before getting to his knees and once more working his lips around the thick shaft. Hank groaned as pleasure washed over him again. He gripped the chair and almost writhed as his meat was serviced by his teacher's expert mouth. After nearly ten minuets, Hank managed to groan out the words: "I'm gonna cum." Before unleashing another load on his teachers face. Carl came as well, seconds later; he had been stroking his cock all through the blowjob and the hot sticky cum hitting his face sent him over the edge and he shot several ribbons of cum onto the floor.

The two were totally spent. Hank's cock finally going down and drooling remnants of his final load onto Carl's face as he rested his head on Hank's bare lap. It was a long time before either of them said anything, due to the fact they could hardly muster the energy to do so.

Carl made the first move, getting himself up and wiping his hands and face with the towel. He opened the drawer of the desk and pulled out a bottle of amber liquid and a couple glasses. Hank watched lazily as he half filled the glasses and handed one to him.

"Here, you still may be under age, but today you're a man in my eyes. Drink." He said poignantly before drinking his helping down.

Hank smiled and did the same. The warm liquid burned like fire as it went down. He sputtered and coughed, the sudden shock breathing some energy back into him. Carl laughed and smiled at him.

"Thanks. I think." He said, grinning slightly once the burning subsided and he could catch his breath.

"Come on, lets get you in the shower and get you home before your family worries about you." He said extending his hand.

Hank's expression suddenly became stony. "It's just my uncle. He wouldn't give a damn what time I came home." He said as he headed into the other room where the shower was. Carl followed.

"Where are your mom and dad?" He asked.

After a moment of silence: "They died when i was five. I've been living with my uncle since then."

He was shocked. He had never expected the boy to have such a tragic past. Hank turned on the shower and stood under the hot stream. Carl moved toward him and wrapped him into a tight hug from behind.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly into Hank's wet hair. Hank stood there and he could tell he was crying. Carl held him tighter. "Hank...do you like fishing?"

"What?" He asked, sniffing slightly.

"Seems like you don't have much of a good father figure in your life...if you want I can be there for you. We can do all that father/son stuff; teach you how to really be a man and how to really enjoy yourself with one. What do you say?"

Hank smiled though tears were still running freely from his emerald green eyes. He felt something in his chest he thought he had forgotten. He turned and buried his face into Carl's pecs hugging him tightly. Carl returned the hug and they stood like that for a long time until the water ran cold. It was the beginning of what would be a lifelong friendship.