Coaches sex wrath

[Eioncmnm]

The storm came out of nowhere, turning the empty training fields into a white hell, Ethan was at soccer practice at his collage when the storm hit. Ethan had just finished his extra sprints, Coach’s idea of punishment for those two missed passes, Ethan had been skipping to hang oyt with his gf Monica a tall redhead whom Ethan has been dating for 6 years. when the wind really picked up. The rest of the team was long gone on the bus. Only Coach Harlan’s big black SUV and Ethan’s old truck remained in the lot, already half-buried. Ethan couldn't afford anything better his family was poor and went into massive dept to get Ethan into college. Ethan jogged into the locker room, throwing his cloths into the washer dryer in the back of the locker room, he forgot spare cloths, so he'd need to wash his uniform there. He Stripped off his soaked uniform and stepped under the shower. The hot water felt amazing on his tired muscles, and acing cock, Ethan hadn't jerked off all week, He stayed under longer than he needed to, thinking about Monica. eyes closed, hands around his dick letting it beat against his lean, athletic frame. At nineteen, Ethan was the team’s star forward slim but cut, with strong legs, a tight ass from years of training, and a smooth, defined chest that usually drew a few lingering looks in the locker room, a bunch of pervs were on the team. Then the power died with a heavy thunk. Everything went black and silent except for the storm howling outside. His uniform, jockstrap, phone, everything was trapped in the dead washer-dryer. “Fuck,” Ethan muttered. Ethan's towel was gone. He cupped a hand over his cock and balls and stepped out, already shivering as the freezing air hit his wet skin. His dick, normally a solid six/seven inches when hard, had shriveled up tight from the cold. Coach Harlan’s flashlight pinned him in the hallway. The man was built like a tank, thirty-eight, ex-pro player turned coach, broad shoulders, thick chest, and powerful arms that filled out his navy winter jacket. A short beard framed a square jaw, and his dark eyes always carried that intense, commanding look, his bulge that always look like it was trying too escape. No one had seen coch naked, he'd seen all his players head to toe, but coach was very modest. Right now, those eyes were hidden behind the harsh beam sliding slowly down Ethan’s naked body. “Coach,” Ethan said, voice cracking with embarrassment. “Power went out while I was showering. My clothes are stuck in the washer. Can you please grab me a towel or something from your office?" Coach let the light linger on Ethan’s tight, drawn up balls and shrunken cock for a long moment. “Hands at your sides, Ethan. I want to see you. "Ethan’s face burned hot. “It’s freezing in here, man…” “Hands. Sides. Now." The familiar field voice hit hard. Ethan dropped his arms, standing completely exposed. His heart hammered with shame as the flashlight traced over his smooth chest, flat stomach, and down to his cock again. "Turn around. Slow." Ethan turned, showing his firm, rounded ass. He felt completely vulnerable. “Bend over. Grab your ankles and spread your legs. Gotta check for pulls.” “Coach, please…” Ethan whispered, humiliation twisting in his gut. But he bent, reaching back and spreading himself. The cold air kissed his hole. He heard the soft beep of Coach’s phone starting to record. “Damn,” Coach breathed, voice thicker now. “Hold it right there." When Coach finally let him stand and face forward with hands behind his head, Ethan’s cock had started to betray him. It hung heavier, thickening slowly despite the cold, the head beginning to peek out. Coach noticed immediately, a hungry glint in his eyes. "Getting hard already?” Coach stepped closer, the warm bulk of his jacket brushing Ethan’s bare skin. A gloved hand wrapped around Ethan’s cock, stroking it with slow, firm pulls. Ethan gasped, a rush of unwanted heat flooding him. His dick responded fast, growing to full hardness in Coach’s grip, thick, and veined, the head flushed and leaking a bead of pre-cum. They moved to Coach’s office. The battery heater gave off warmth. Coach sat on the couch in all his layers, legs spread wide and pulled Ethan down between them. The contrast was insane, Ethan completely naked and shivering, Coach fully dressed and in control. Coach’s hands roamed greedily. He squeezed Ethan’s ass hard, spread his cheeks again, and teased his hole with a thick gloved finger while his phone captured every second. Ethan’s cock stayed rock hard the whole time, throbbing against his stomach, leaking steadily, coach was hungry and ready to punch stroking his bulge he'd have Ethan all to himself, he'd been eyeing Ethan all seasons, his tight virgin hole, and submissive look almost made his burst right then and there. Shame burned in Ethan's chest, but so did a dark, confusing arousal. The night dragged on in a haze of humiliation and heat. Coach made him do naked push-ups, filming his swinging cock and bouncing ass. Then squats, then humping the desk edge while reciting plays, coach edging himself but not letting either one of them cum. Coach had stripped off his shirt and pants, his underwear was struggling. Ethan’s dick ached the entire time, smearing precum everywhere. Later Coach pulled him onto one thick thigh and made him grind against the rough fabric. Ethan couldn’t help moaning, hips moving faster, desperate for friction while Coach watched with obvious lust, his own bulge straining hard in his boxers. The storm still raging, Coach snaped, he couldn't take it anymore. “On your knees. Earn your freedom boy." Ethan stared at Coach’s cock as it sprang out—heavy, thick, maybe eight inches, with a fat head already slick. The musky scent hit him hard. He leaned in and took it into his mouth. Coach groaned deeply, gloved hand on the back of Ethan’s head." That’s it… suck it nice and slow. Fuck, you’ve been driving me crazy all season in those shorts.” Ethan worked his tongue along the thick shaft, sucking harder as Coach pushed deeper. Saliva dripped down his chin onto his own throbbing cock. Coach face-fucked him steadily, grunting with raw pleasure, until he finally came with a deep moan, flooding Ethan’s mouth with salty thick cum. “Swallow it all”, Ethan did, tears in his eyes, his own dick painfully hard and untouched. Coach wasn’t done. He pushed Ethan back onto the couch, leaned down, and took Ethan’s aching cock into his hot, skilled mouth. The sudden wet heat after hours of teasing made Ethan cry out. Coach sucked him deep and hungry, tongue swirling around the sensitive head and slit of his dick, up and down over and over again, one hand cupping his tight balls squeezing them. Ethan’s hips bucked wildly. The shame, the fear, the building pressure it all exploded. He came hard down Coach’s throat, shaking and moaning, waves of unwanted pleasure ripping through him. They sat in heavy silence afterward, both breathing hard. Coach looked smug and satisfied, wiping his mouth. Ethan looked at coaches' nude body, he was a beautiful man, thick happy trail, pecs the size of steaks, Ethan wanted for more, but coach wouldn't, he felt used, dirty… and quietly furious. "Ey Coach,” Ethan said softly, voice still shaky. “The wind sounds like it’s letting up a little. Maybe you should check the side door? See if we can get help. I’m still freezing." Coach smirked, standing up, his spent but still heavy cock tucked away. “Yeah, alright. You stay on your knees like a good boy. Don’t move." The second Coach cracked the heavy door open the storm gone, little snow left and a crisp 50 degrees, Ethan surged up and shoved him with everything he had. Coach stumbled out into the light snow in just his boxers and socks. "What the fuck—Ethan!" Ethan slammed the door and locked it. Coach pounded on the metal, yelling Through the small window Ethan watched him try the handle, then stagger around the corner, already hunched against the chilly weather, snow whipping around his big frame. Ethan quickly pulled on Coach’s spare track pants, hoodie, and socks. He grabbed the heavy winter jacket and boots too. Then he copied every video from Coach’s phone to a hidden drive before leaving the original on the desk. When rescuers finally reached the facility later that morning, Ethan was wrapped in blankets on the couch, looking pale and traumatized. He handed over the phone immediately. "He made me strip naked,” Ethan told them, voice cracking perfectly. “He filmed everything… made me suck him. I was terrified. When he went to check the door I panicked and locked him out. I don’t know where he went." The videos were brutal and clear. Everyone believed him. Search teams found Coach’s boxers snagged on a fence two hundred yards away, soaked. His boots turned up later near a ditch. But no sign of the man. The blizzard had erased everything. Coach Harlan had vanished. Late that night, safe in his room with the copied videos secured, Ethan leaned back on his bed. The shame still burned, but so did something colder and sharper. He smiled.
Okay first ever story iv written, it took for especially because I suck at writing, if you want a p2 let me know, i have 2 more parts ready just need to revise them.

[Jeepman89]

Hopefull there will be girls to see him naked?

[Eioncmnm]

Hopefull there will be girls to see him naked?

Idk im more interested in cmnm, but if you want cfnm i can conjure something

[hightab]

If you don’t add girls there should a tag of “gay” to the other tags