Coach's Sissy Ballboy Ch. 02

Part Three

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It took a second for me to realize that Coach Cade meant that we should shower separately. 'Of course, idiot' I thought as I mentally kicked myself. I downed the water and poured a bit more as he grabbed his shirt and went inside.

I followed and heard him say from the kitchen "Go ahead and hop in the shower first, and I can go when you're done. I'll start making the protein shake." I responded with "Okay, sounds good" and headed for the bedroom. I slowed down and looked at the bed and other furniture. He had interesting art on the wall, and the bed was large. It looked like a king size; clearly he liked to spread out. I imagined us lying on the bed together, him spooning my naked body with his arms wrapped around me, waking at sunrise with his morning wood pressed up in my crack, ready to enter my pink boy-pussy. I shivered, then shook my head and walked into the bathroom.

I closed the door, but didn't lock it. It was a small conscious choice that made me feel slightly excited. I took off my clothes, pausing to rub my nipples a little and imagine with my eyes closed that it was Coach doing it to me. I turned on the shower and stepped in once the water was warm.

As I began to lather up at one of the two shower heads, I couldn't help but continue to rub myself, both my nipples and my dick. I also lathered up my boy-pussy, pretending it was Coach preparing to enter me. I was about to slide my finger in, when I heard a knock on the door. I froze and quickly withdrew my hand. Had I lost track of time?

"Yes?" I called out. I heard Coach's voice reply "Hey, I had a thought. What if we both shower now to save time? That way you have longer to do your homework while I'm available in case you need help." I was completely petrified, my body throbbing with sensations of both trepidation and excitement. My cock was growing rock hard again after the shock of being interrupted. I cleared my throat "Um..."

Coach immediately spoke again "The shower is big enough that we can both wash quickly at separate showerheads, it would be kind of like showering at the school locker room. But if that is uncomfortable for you, I totally understand! Whatever you prefer."

For me it wasn't a matter of comfort, it was a matter of whether I could hide my erection while Coach shower naked next to me. I quickly decided that I could stay turned toward the corner and things would probably be okay.

"Sure. Come on in" I said in as casual a voice as I could manage. My heart was pounding blood through my veins at top speed. This was like all my daydreams coming true.

The door opened, and over my shoulder through the fogged glass I could see Coach enter. He wasn't looking at me, and he began to undress. I couldn't help but watch out of the corner of my eye. I saw him remove his shirt again, and then bend over as he took down those tight shorts. His boxer briefs were next and I bit my lip again as I looked at his tight ass. I am not big into butts, but it was a pleasant shock to see the sculpted rear of the man that I had fantasized about so often.

He began to turn towards the shower and I looked away, but not before I suspected he saw me glancing at his large, uncut dick. It was magnificent. While it is impossible to guess erect length when a man is flaccid, I imagined that, when engorged, he would be at least seven and a half inches long. As I turned, I heard him open the shower door. My breathing grew faster, and I made sure to turn completely away, as I was still rock hard and breathing fast.

I heard him turn on the other shower head and begin to lather up. After a long pause, I risked a casual glimpse over my shoulder and saw that he was facing me with his eyes seemingly closed. He was scrubbing his short hair with both arms, and the hot water was running down his front, making his chiseled, slightly hairy chest and biceps gleam in the light. I watched the water cascade down and pour off his cock like a spigot. His manhood was thick and long, even when flaccid. I gulped, and then almost gasped audibly as I looked back up and saw him looking right into my eyes.

I quickly turned away, my heart racing, but it was too late. I heard him speak; "Alex, it's okay to look. I think curiosity is a great thing for anyone." I was frozen in embarrassment and shock at his words.

Then he said "I couldn't help but see that you are sexually aroused. That is perfectly normal Alex." I gulped, my face turning a bright, burning red. Was this a dream? Then the impossible happened... I felt Coach move towards me. It was like his presence was a sweltering fire that announced its approaching nearness.

While I wasn't a short person, he was two or three inches taller than me. I could feel his breath on my neck as he stood an inch or two away at most. "The truth is that I've noticed you too Alex. I see how you look at me, how you gaze at my body." His voice was soft and low, but each word sent waves of electricity through me.

"And I see how your body reacts to me, just by being close. I felt you respond when I touched you earlier." My eyes were closed and I felt my jugular vein throbbing; my fingers were lightly touching the wall for stability. I was hanging onto every word, my penis hard as a rock, precum oozing out for anyone to see.

He continued smoothly, "I know you are attracted to me. And Alex... the truth is that I find you very, very attractive too. I want to touch you, to feel you. To make your body awaken and respond to mine. I want to make you feel like a man has never made you feel before." I panted at these words, my head buzzing. He continued, "To be honest, I think about you whenever I'm not around you. I think about what it would be like to make you moan, to make you beg... to make you cum." My mouth was open I was breathing so hard at this point.

Then I heard him whisper in my ear "So my question is: do... you... want... more?"

It was beyond the most vivid of my fantasies. That moment was everything I had longed for. I hesitated, but only to savor the moment, to feel the electric pulses pounding through my body. My whole frame tingled with anticipation of what might come next.

With my eyes closed, and my head tilted slightly back and my fingers still lightly brushing the shower wall, I whispered the word that changed my entire life.

"Yes."

Immediately, I felt his hands on me. Those big, strong, warm, hands made contact with my rib cage. I gasped again. And then I melted into his body, my back arching as my ass seemed to naturally but impatiently press up against his crotch. I felt his giant erection press into my flesh, throbbing, hot as an oven against my eager and yielding softness. I was wrong: he was definitely longer than seven and a half inches. By instinct I began to move up and down on my toes, his cock sliding vertically between my buns, and I began panting loudly again.

His hands slowly moved up, up, up to caress my chest, gliding smoothly over my pale, soapy skin. Then his fingertips gently made contact with my areolas, and began to slowly swirl around them, resisting contact with my nipples, which were now standing tall in response to his touch.

"Uhhhnnn" -- a groan of pleasure escaped my lips and I rose up higher on my tiptoes.

As I moved against him and felt the ecstasy of his hands on me, I laid my head back against his chest and shoulder, moaning in delight, stretching my arms back around to grasp the back of his head. I heard him whisper "A little anatomy and physiology lesson for your homework Alex... did you know that your nipples are erogenous zones? That means that stimulation can cause a sexual response by the body. When your nipples get hard like this," he said as he suddenly began to lightly brush my nipples, "it means your body is asking - begging - for sex."

My only reply was a series of rhythmic gasps as he massaged my perky nipples, and then I whispered "Ohhh my god... ohhh Coach."

Then I whispered out breathily, "Is... unnnhhh... is this really happening?"

He responded by reaching his head down to begin kissing my neck. I was surprised that I did not blow my load right then and there. It was everything I had fantasized, but much, much better. I panted, my supple body pleading with his for more, more. My flesh was aching and begging for his continued touch.

He chuckled. "So eager. I have been waiting a long time for this; and I'm going to make you enjoy it, my little slut." I groaned again at these words; I was HIS little slut now.

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Part Four

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Coach Cade began to slide his big right hand down my front until it was pressed firmly against my pubic bone, resting on my sparse patch of hair. He began to nibble my ear. I groaned at the pleasure of his strength pressing on me from both the front and the back of my think frame.

Then he slid down and grasped my cock for the first time. I came close to spraying the wall with my seed. I actually whined this time, and Coach chuckled as he began to gently stroke me, his other hand gently twisting a pink nipple. I was dizzy, my head spinning with waves of pleasure as my cheeks burned brightly.

Then he suddenly stopped. He said "I don't want you to cum just yet." He shut the water off, then stooped down and scooped me up in his arms like a newlywed bride. As I felt his strong, manly arms holding my light body against his sculpted chest, I had never felt like such a femboy, and I loved it.

He looked into my eyes as I clasped my hands behind his head. He carried me out of the shower (surprisingly smoothly) and set me on my feet on the carpeted bath mat, facing him. With one of my legs slightly bent, he grasped my ass in both hands, and pulled me in to kiss me full on the lips. I melted into him. His supple, wet lips engulfed mine, his strong arms were wrapped around me, and all other things faded. My erection oozed precum onto his belly as I slid my thin arms around his waist.

After a moment, he slowly drew back. "Are you sure you want to go further?" he asked. All I could do was gaze up at him, bite my lip, and nod. He grinned devilishly and lightly toweled both of us off as he kissed me again, his cock growing hard again and occasionally brushing up against me. Then he stepped around me into the bedroom.

"Come" he ordered. I obeyed.

He pointed to the bed. "I bought something for you. Why don't you put it on while I go get a couple things?"

I looked down at the bed as he strode out of the room and saw that it was a skimpy pair of dark, lacy panties with a sissy pouch. I picked it up and felt my cock throb. It was the kind of thing I had fantasized about wearing when Coach took me in my dreams. I had always wanted something like this, but I was too timid to go buy it in person, and I didn't want my parents accidentally finding it in the mail if I ordered online. I pulled it on and waited for my penis to slowly settle down so I could tuck it into the pouch. It fit perfectly; Coach really had been thinking of fucking me for a long time it seemed.

I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting impatiently for the return of my soon-to-be lover. I made sure to cross my legs, straighten my back, and lean back -- propped with my arms slightly behind me on the bedspread. I hoped that this was a sexy, inviting pose, but I still didn't quite know what I was doing.

A minute later, the door opened, and Coach paused in the doorway, staring at me. He was still naked, and I could see his gaze run over my proffered body. He stepped into the room and set a few things on the bed. I didn't see what they were, because my eyes were only for him. I gave him a look that said 'take me' and he seemed to interpret it perfectly. He walked up, and took my head gently and directed it towards his big, hard dick. I reached up and took it with both hands, stroking the shaft and then guiding it towards my mouth. I began to kiss it.

I had never done this before, but I had read a lot and watched a lot of hentai. I began to wet his shaft with my tongue and ran my lips over the head. I could taste his slightly salty precum, and it drove me even more wild. I kept firm hold of the base of his swollen dick in my right hand and cupped his balls with my left. I couldn't believe how natural this felt.

He groaned, and I began to move more quickly over his cock with my mouth, glancing up at his hard body whenever I could. I used my lips and tongue to thoroughly examine every part of his head and shaft; I loved the feeling of his swollen head on the tip of my tongue. Eventually, breathing heavily, he stopped me and scooped me up in his arms again, laying me squarely on the bed.

"Have you done this before?" he asked as he gazed down into my eyes. I shook my head. He smiled and said "Well, you are quite the natural slut then aren't you?" I smiled back, my mind flooding with bliss at the fact that I already knew how to make him feel good. Then I gazed hungrily at his wet, hard member throbbing before me as he knelt on the bed. "I am going to enjoy popping your cherry," he mumbled, and my body buzzed again with electricity at the thought.

He slid forward on the bed and ran his hands up my legs and thighs. He said "I've noticed how smooth you keep these..." and I replied breathily "I tell people it's because I want to try for the swim team, but I really just like feeling like a sissy boy." I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth; it was as if his sexual energy was forcing them from me.

Coach chuckled. He said "Well, I can help with that by making you my boy whore. I think a good fucking or five today should be a good start." I threw my head back, stretched my arms towards the headboard, and arched my back with a groan as he ran his hands up my legs and began to work his way up my body with his lips. With my erect pink nipples pointing at the ceiling, I arched my back further as he slid his big hands under my butt. He lifted my hips toward him and thrust his face into my crotch and began to kiss me all over. My cock strained against the pouch, but the tension only heightened all the sensations I was feeling.

I suddenly reached down and grasped at his hair with my fingers as I felt his digits slip under the lacy fabric on my backside and tease around my boy-pussy. My hole responded, as if eager to be completely filled by cock, and I moaned "Oh, Coach, please fuck me right now!" He chuckled and replied "Not quite yet, you horny little slut," and I thought my balls would burst from the aching they felt for his body.

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Part Five

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He continued to make his way up my supine body, nibbling at my belly button, and rubbing his nose on my stomach. All the while, his hands were working; grasping my ass, rubbing my cock, sliding up and down my smooth-as-silk legs, which by this time were wrapped around him.

Then he reached my nipples.

I thought the world would explode from the waves of pleasure that Coach's lips brought me. I felt like I was flying, as he teased my nipples with his tongue, then his teeth, then swirled around my areola with his tongue again while his right hand tweaked my other nipple. My hips began to spontaneously thrust steadily up against him, and I felt his pulsating member slip under my balls and rest right where I wanted it to be, knocking on the door of my pleasure hole. My enclosed cock was rubbing against his belly button, slathering it with the precum that was saturating the fabric.

I grabbed the bedsheets to either side, as my head twisted back and forth, riding the waves of pleasure.

He moved on to my neck with his lips, lingering for a few moments while I rubbed my eager nipples back and forth against his sweaty chest. Then he slid one hand behind my head, with the other supporting my lower back, and he kissed me full on the lips; I felt his tongue in my mouth, searching, hungering for more of me. I obliged, losing myself again in his masculine embrace, my hands on either side of his face and my legs completely wrapped around his waist.

Suddenly, he stopped, and I felt a pang of disappointment. I felt like I could go on for hours this way.

He sat back on his heels over top of me, his flagpole hanging over my body as if teasing with its presence. I got up on my elbows and looked longingly at him. "Please don't stop. I've never wanted anything as much as I want you right now!" I was beyond my demurring shyness for sure at this point.

Coach smiled, and reached to the side. He brought into view a real dildo and a bottle of lube. My breath caught in excitement and his smile grew bigger.

"I've got you wrapped around my finger, don't I?" he asked. I looked meaningfully down at his cock and said "You've got me wrapped around something. I can't wait for that to be in me."

His reply excited me further; "I don't want it to hurt too much, because I'm pretty big, and your virgin boy-pussy is going to be tight." I noted how he clearly wanted me to feel just as good as him, and it made me all that more eager to feel him inside of me.

I replied, "I've been stretching at home. I... do it while fantasizing about you," my face flushed even more than it had already. He grinned and pounced down on me again, grabbing the back of my head and ravishing my lips with his. Then he leaned back again and opened the bottle of lube.

"I can't wait to exceed those expectations. I'll just use this to move things along then; it can be part of the fun" he said, waving the dildo. I began panting again and involuntarily spread my legs as he descended on me again, tool in hand.