My Confusion Part 2 [MM] [MF] [Oral] [Anal]

As I was about to cum my mind went to the training room with the coach rubbing my leg near my crotch, it was at that moment I came.
What the fuck I thought, why did I think of that now?
And why did it make me cum so hard?

Early the next morning I was out on the track.
The morning sun felt great on my alcohol abused body.
You could see the dew beginning to burn off the track.
Later as the asphalt heats up comes the shimmer of heat mirages that trick you into thinking there is water on the track.
When I run late in the day I use these to trick my mind into thinking I have to reach them.
Yet they are always just out of reach.
I decided to get the jump on my team mates while they were still asleep.
I was trying to beat my best time and to that end I set a training regime, one that is a bit more rigorous then what the coach set forth.
Each day up at dawn and onto the track.
I loved running alone, I had only myself to compete with.
When in a group there was the inevitable need to be better, faster then those around you.
When I am alone I have time to think and allow my mind to wander where it will.
This morning it wandered to my coach and why I thought of him while jerking off last night.

I didn’t have any problem with people who were gay or lesbian and it never bothered me to see it in the porn I would watch when they were part of the story.
OK I’ll admit that there were times when in the locker room I spent a few seconds checking out a guy’s package while we were in the showers but never before had those thoughts entered my head while jerking off.
So why was I bothered by last night?
Yes, the coach was very handsome and when you meet him you immediately discover he projects an air of strength and confidence.
I did cum harder then ever before when I pictured him rubbing my calf.
Could I have been primed for this after seeing Paul’s hard cock before I went to bed?
I’m not certain I had an answer to those questions.

Almost at the end of my third run of the morning the remainder of my teammates arrived for their morning workout, followed by the coach a few minutes later.
Making my way to the finish line the coach gave me a nod of approval and a wide smile.
Pulling up to the benches I began my cool down routine.
While doing this the coach wandered over to chat.
“I see your out and about early.
Is this what I am to expect from you every morning or are you trying to impress me?” He inquired.
“Coach, I was raised in a farm community, that means if you weren’t up at 3:30 am you were going to have to play catch up.
Cows don’t live by our schedule, they have to be milked when they are ready, not when you chose.
Because of this I follow the same routine, I get up early and instead of milking I train.”
As I was speaking coach placed his hand on my shoulder in a friendly gesture.
Well what was a friendly gesture to him was having a definite effect on me, so much so I tried to turn away before he saw my cock spring to life.
I was to late, I saw his eyes dart downward and a slight smile cross his face.
Saving me from further embarrassment the coach turned his head at the sound of an argument beginning between two of my teammates.
As he left me to mediate the debate he shot me a parting look and smile.
Two hours later the end of practice was called and everyone headed into the locker room.
As I stripped off my sweat drenched running shorts and shirt I began to pay more attention to the bodies of my teammates.
All were in top shape and with well defined youthful bodies.
I couldn’t help but check out each of the guys packages.
Most of the guys were “cut” like myself and ranged in size from average to WTF.
Myself, I fell somewhere in the middle.
Later after the team meeting the coach asked me to stay after most of the others had left.
About half a dozen were staying behind to work with the trainer.
Some in the whirlpool tubs others getting massaged over on the tables.
For myself the coach once again had me face down on a table working on my calf muscles that had given me trouble the day before.

Today I was thankful he had me face down today because once again I began getting an erection as he worked my legs.
Each time his hands worked upward I felt my cock grow harder.
Maybe face down was a worse position.
Because now my cock was being forced downward past the liner inside my shorts and out the leg hole.
Luckily we were in the rear of the training room and this was not visible to the others.
As the coach worked my calf’s I was worried what he would say about this.
Moments later as his hands moved upward I felt his finger just graze the tip of my cock and just as quickly pull away to work downward.
He had to have seen my cock twitch at his touch.
The next time his hands went up, his fingers lingered a bit longer on my cock.
Two of his fingers very lightly stroked the underside of my cock head for just a moment before moving away.

I began to feel a dampness around the head of my cock from pre-cum that began leaking out from my slit.
When the coaches fingers found their way back up those same fingers stayed longer and began rubbing my pre-cum around the head of my cock.
With just three fingers the coach was rubbing just the head and causing my cock to go crazy, bobbing around and pulsing as he very slowly stroked my cock using those three fingers and my natural lube.
Without warning the coach ended the massage slapped me on the butt and told me to get dressed and head off to my first class of the day.
I needed to lay there a few minutes getting myself under control while the others shuffled out of the training room heading to the locker room and their respective classes.
When finally I was able to get up I looked down and to my horror I had a wet spot where the pre-cum had soaked though my shorts.
I managed to make it to my locker without embarrassment from there I hurried to dress and get to class.

Sitting in class listening to whatever lecture the professor was giving I found myself unable to focus
on anything other then what the coach did, my cock hardening over and over each time my thoughts went there.
I managed to make it through the remainder of my classes without making a fool of myself.
It was mid afternoon before I was able to walk around without fear of springing a boner.
Later that afternoon when I had the time, my first call was to Susan to chat and hear a friendly voice from home.
“Hey Susan, how’s it going?”
“Hey Frank, have you finally settled in?
How are your classes, do you like your roommate, how is the track team,” etc?
“Yeah, the classes are fairly easy it’s my math courses that make me crazy.
I’m just lucky my roommate Paul is a genius at math.
He has been teaching me how to see math in a new way that make so much sense, they should have him teach our HS math classes.
My coach has made me his pet project after I blew away his two top runners in events I didn’t even think I was good at.
Our conversation this morning was short and bitter sweet.
I know Susan was still worried about losing me and being left alone.
While I was having pretty much the same feelings mixed with my worries centered around what was going on with me.

Going out that evening Paul and I once again hit the local pub.
As one would expect the Friday night crowd was thick.
We were incredibly lucky to grab a table in the rear just as another group were on the way out.
We did get a couple of dirty looks from another group that was just thirty seconds to late to grab the table, Oh well.

Once we were able to get the waitresses attention I covered the first round for the night.
While waiting for our beer I spotted Beth looking for a seat.
Waving my arm like an idiot Beth finally spotted my lame attempt at getting her attention and headed over to join us.

Beth was Paul’s girlfriend of the month.
Short standing only five feet tall with long brown hair and the tightest ass I’ve ever seen.
On more than one occasion I returned to our room to find a necktie hanging on the outside doorknob.
The universal signal for go away and mind your own business.
On this particular evening the three of us were deep into an experiment concerning which drinks get you wasted the fastest.
So far Paul and Beth were ahead in our testing methods.
While I wasn’t to far behind, I did have to moderate my testing as bit due to a track meet the next afternoon.

Three hours later my roommate and Beth had finalized their research with the conclusion that it didn’t matter what you drank so long as you got where you wanted to be, that is wasted.
Being the good buddy I am, I had Paul’s arm over one shoulder and Beth’s over the other.
Walking them back to our dorm this way was quite comical.
Paul kept wanting to sing as many songs he could think of before we got home.
Beth on the other hand was doing her best to remove her clothes as I dragged them to our room.
Every few minutes I had to stop and pull up Beth’s top.
Juggling the two drunken bone heads was quite the challenge.
Reaching our floor I leaned Paul against the wall while Beth just stood there looking, well, drunk.
Every time I went to unlock the door Paul began to slide off the wall.
After my third try the door unlocked and Paul was still upright, sort of.
First Paul was dragged into our room and dumped on his bed.
Returning to the hallway I gathered Beth up and walked her down the hall to her room where here roommate took over.

Returning to my room I looked at Paul and decided that he needed help to undress.
Help was an understatement Paul was out cold.
So starting with his shoes and socks I began getting him ready for bed.
Pulling off Paul’s shirt and shorts I was ready to tuck him in for the night.
As I was pulling the blanket up I started to get curious.
Checking that Paul was truly out cold and dead to the world I slowly pulled down his boxers.
As I uncovered his cock I kept watch for any sign that he was waking up.
Assuring myself that he was still out I reached down and touched his cock with first one finger and then getting bolder I gripped his cock and began to inspect it.

I had never touched another guy’s cock before and it was an interesting experience.
Feeling the weight and heft of his balls and the velvet like skin I found myself becoming aroused.
Stepping away for a moment I undressed my self and returned to Paul.
Assuring myself that he was still out I became very daring.
With my left hand holding and playing with Paul’s cock while with my right I began to stroke my cock to full hardness.
This is so wrong I thought to myself even as I was continued stroking Paul’s cock along with mine.
As his cock began to grow I kept watch on his face for any signs of him waking.
Spitting on my hand for lube I picked up the pace and felt the beginning of my orgasm.
Soon enough my legs began shaking and my breathing ragged.
Grabbing my shorts I wrapped my cock and blasted my cum into them.

Crawling into bed I was out the second my head hit the pillow.
In the morning I roused myself and made my way to the bathroom to ready myself for my morning run.
Standing at the sink brushing my teeth Paul stumbled in to hit the head.
While I was finishing up Paul walked over to the sink to wash up.
As he stood there I had a hard time looking him in the face after feeling him up last night.
I don’t know why, he showed no signs of knowing what I did and he acted normal at least as normal as a hung over Paul could act.
So in the end I just chalked it up to a moment of drunken curiosity on my part.

Making my way to the track this early was a breeze.
No one was there, allowing me the solitude I loved this early.
Halfway around the track on my fifth lap I spotted the coach pulling up and unpacking gear for myself and the other runners that were scheduled for a relay race this morning.
Finishing this lap I stopped by the benches to get some water and cool down before my my next run.
While doing my stretching exercise the coach came over to chat.

“Frank, good morning.
I wish all my team members had the same work ethic you display.
I don’t think I’ve seen you miss a mornings workout.”
“Coach I like running alone, it allows me time to think and compete against myself.
On a side note it helps kill a hangover, a hangover I rightly deserve after last night.”
this confession brought forth a hearty laugh from the coach.
“Frank, I understand completely.
I have had my share of mornings where running kept me from crawling under the covers wishing I hadn’t done what I did the night before.” He said.
This time it was my turn to commiserate with a laugh.

“Frank are you doing anything tonight?
If not I’d like to invite you over to my place to talk about your future.
I think you have great potential both in sports and academically.
Your teachers tell me that you excel in all your classes and if you keep it up you are going to be on the
“Dean List” by the end of this semester.
Many of my students who are here on a scholarship couldn’t add two plus two you on the other hand
are one of the rare ones and I would hate to see this combination go to waste.
So would 7pm be OK?”
After a half second of thought I accepted the coaches offer.

This day my class load was rather heavy.
My only break from classes was for lunch and even that had to be ate on the run.
Leaving me little time to concentrate on outside activities.
By the time I knew it I was standing outside the coaches house.
The house was a beautiful two story brownstone in a neighborhood filled with historic houses.
Some of them dating back to the turn of the century.

Searching for the door bell all I found was a monstrous brass knocker in the shape of a fist.
Pulling back on the knocker I gave the door three raps.
Each one gave a drum like sound that would have been at home on the “Munster’s” home.
Before the sound of the third rap faded the door swung open.
With a wide grin and a hearty handshake the coach welcomed me into his home.
“Frank, I’m so glade you could make it.
Come in, my boy come in.

Walking through the hallway I saw the typical assortment of photos hanging on the walls.
Some of the coach and his friends some of him and his family.
Among them were a series of photos with the coach and various people of fame.
Here was the coach with Michael Jordan, another with Phil Jackson and another with President Obama.
These only to name a few.
Turning off the hallway I was hit with the aroma of rich food being prepared.
I entered the kitchen to discover various pans on the stove simmering away and an oven that was aglow with what looked like a roast waiting to be consumed in record time.

“Frank grab a pot holder and an oven mitt and lets get this on the table.
If you would be so kind as to take the roast out of the oven I will set about cutting it into manageable slices.
Or if you prefer we could just eat it caveman style by ripping out chunks with our bare hands and shoving it into our mouths.” He said with his big hearty laugh that has become so familiar to me by now.
Setting the repast upon the table he bid me to sit and enjoy.
Before me was soup, salad a roast done to perfection and a desert tray that will have me doing laps for the next two week to burn it off.

As we ate the coach served a wonderful red wine that washed down this feast with joy.
I think I over did the roast.
I never had one as tasty as this or maybe the vast amount of wine I had made it taste so divine.
I hadn’t realized how the wine was effecting me until I stood to use the washroom.
Doing my best to not make a fool of myself as I floated towards the washroom, I kept one hand upon the wall just to have a frame of reference as to where my feet were and to help me keep my balance.
A bit later as I returned to the table the coach had managed to clean up most of the plates and putting them into the kitchen.

Reentering the dining room the coach asked me to follow him.
As he led me down another hall we descended a staircase into the basement.
Turning a corner downstairs my eyes went wide.
Down here the coach had his own workout room filling this vast space.
It rivaled that of the workout room at school.
Walking over to another door he withdrew a key from his pocket and unlocked the door in question.
When he flipped on the light my eyes beheld a wine cellar.
A room that was temperature controlled with racks that went from floor to ceiling and the length of the room.
My best guess is that this room held at least three hundred bottles of wine.
“Frank, would you like to chose the next bottle?”
“Sir, wouldn’t know what to pick, I don’t know that much about wine.” I replied.
That’s OK, just walk around and find anything that strikes your fancy.”
A few minutes into my search I picked one bottle at random and handed it to the coach.
“Ah, a nice wine, this is thirty years old and probably at it’s peak.
Well let’s uncork this and see how well it has aged.”

Between the two of us we drained this bottle of it’s goodness in record time.
“Frank, let’s burn off some of the dinner and the wine in my sauna.
I need to put a couple of thing away in the kitchen.
Why don’t you undress and grab a towel for yourself and I will join in the sauna in a few minutes.”
Oh my God I thought, the coach wants to join me in the sauna!
Taking off my clothes and hanging them on a hook I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my middle and stepped into the sauna.
This was an impressive sauna, there was a series of levels built out of cedar wood and heater/steamer unit in the far corner.
The thermometer on the wall read 160 degrees just right for comfort.

Moments later the coach returned and entered the sauna.
I sat on the upper level leaning back against the wall relaxing in the heat and feeling the sweat roll out of me along with any tension that resided in my body.
The coach sat two levels below me facing in my direction and also leaning back to soak in the heat.
A few minutes into this wonderful gift of heat I cracked open my eyes and saw that the coach was looking in my direction.
Just as quickly I realized that the coach could see up under the towel I had wrapped around my middle.
The thought that the coach was looking at my cock was quickly having an effect on me.
To test the waters I spread my legs just enough to improve his view while still pretending I had my eyes closed.
As soon as this was done I saw the coach reach under his towel and touch himself down there.

“Frank, why don’t you lay down on the lower bench and let me work on the leg that has been giving you trouble.”
Opening my eyes, I stepped down to the lower bench and stretched out laying face down.
In a moment I felt the coach begin to work the muscles in my leg.
I’ll give him this, he knew what he was doing.
His skill at massage was amazing.
The sweat acting in place of any massage oil gave the massage a truly sensual feeling.
My leg felt vastly better and I didn’t even realize how much tension I had stored there.

When he stopped working my leg he shifted his seating and straddled my legs and began to work on my shoulders and back.
This was no doubt what heaven would feel like if I ever made it there.
Ten or fifteen minutes of working my back he re-positioned himself and returned to my legs.
Running his hands up and down kneading each muscle with a deep tissue technique was an amazing feeling.

As he worked upwards he did not linger in one spot to long, instead he had a way of balancing each movement of the massage with the previous work.
Moving upward his hands reached up under the towel wrapped around my middle and began running his hands over my bottom.
Both of his hands kneading and stretching each cheek along with running his fingers between them as he worked the crack of my bottom.
Somehow and I don’t know when he had managed to unwrap the towel leaving me naked to his gaze and hands.
I have never had anyone work my bottom like this.
I will freely admit this was the best feeling ever.
As his hands moved between my legs he teased my cock.
If I thought it was hard to begin with I was wrong, it stiffened into a marble hard erection.

With only a couple of minutes of this teasing he moved his hands upward again to work on my back.
As he worked on my shoulders I felt his cock as hard as mine nudging my bottom.
As he moved upward his cock would press into the crack of my bottom.
“Turn over please.” Was what he ordered.
Without hesitation I turned over leaving my towel behind and my cock standing tall.
Keeping my eyes closed I felt him begin the massage again starting with my feet and working upward.
Skipping over my mid section he worked my neck, shoulders, arms and torso.
Every once in awhile as he moved his cock would bump against mine.
This sent shock waves through my cock and into my body.

His hands moving down to work my legs again I suddenly felt his tongue swipe the head of my cock. After a moment he took my cock into his mouth and began giving me a very slow deeply sensual blow job.
My legs were shaking and bucking, my hips refusing to stay in place.
For the next forever amount of time he worshiped my cock.

Turning me face down again, working my bottom with his fingers he began to push his fingers into my bottom.
The sound of a cap snapping closed followed by his fingers returning to play with and stretch my little ring caused me to moan deeply and without concern for the sounds emanating from my throat.
As the coach shifted his weight I again felt his cock nudging my bottom.
I knew where this was going and I wanted it !!
I didn’t ever imagine I would want this, now I knew for certain I have always needed this.
Grasping both of my cheeks and spreading them he began to work his cock into my bottom.
My groans morphed into grunts then back into moans again with great care and slow deliberation the coach had worked his entire cock into my bottom.

Starting very slowly he began, feeling his legs slide and move against mine as his hips began to pump up and down in turn driving his cock deeper and deeper into my bottom sent waves of pain that quickly turned into ecstasy that began at the little ring of muscles surrounding my bottom and spiraling around inside my body eventually coming out of my throat as groans and yells of joy and passion.

As the coach picked up his pace he reached under my body and held onto my cock the pool of sweat that coated both our bodies and pooled below me acted as the lubricant that allowed my cock to slip through his fingers.
With each push of the coaches body my cock would travel through his fingers.
Now his pace became frantic and his hips began to move at lightning speed.
I began to feel his body begin to shake and his breathing become ragged, with my body following right behind his.
Suddenly, he stiffened as I felt his cock begin to pulse deep within my bottom releasing his seed inside me.
As this happened my climax was upon me and I gave it free reign.
My cock began to pulse, my nuts tightened and my legs stiffened as I let loose into the coaches hand.

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