May 24th, 2010 | 
Author: "You know you could have anyone in this school, Tim. You're 18, you've got the best body/looks combination here and you're graduating in three months. Why are you wasting your time with Chris?"
Tim was pissed. Who the fuck was Coach Miller to sit there and comment on his choice of fuck-buddy? Did he know how hard it is to hook up in high school with other guys? Tim knew he wanted to fuck boys and he was beginning to come into his own with that opinion. His shyness had always held him back and was the excuse for why the hunky boy was without female companionship. Tim was ready to drop his shyness and get what he wanted out of life.
"You think I should be dating a cheerleader and dreaming of copping a feel of tit and some drive-in and then going home and jacking off thinking of how I rubbed her shoulder? Fuck that, Coach. I don't know how much of what you saw back there, but Chris and I were fucking each other and if you can't deal with that, too bad."
Tim was a little surprised by the strength of his response. Coach laughed.
"You weren't fucking, buddy boy, you were sucking each other off and jacking off like a couple of 13-year old's. You don't have the body of 13 year-old, so why do you act like one?"
"Why do you expect me to do," he asked Coach. He propped his foot up on the edge of Coach's desk. Coach had a full view of Tim's crotch.
"For one thing, don't act like a precocious little fuck, flashing me your dick. Stand up and drop that towel."
Tim sat there. "Stand up, kid and look at yourself in the mirror. Do it!"
The last thing Tim wanted was a lecture about how he shouldn't be wasting his time on fucking around with other boys. He stood up in front of the mirror and dropped his towel.
Coach stood behind him. "You're a beautiful man, Tim. Like a statue, perfectly formed. Your feet, your calves, thighs, cock, balls, torso, arms, face, hair. Turn around. Your back, your ass. You have the body and looks to get anything you want in life, and I don't want to see you waste it." Coach's voice had a hypnotic quality.
"Here's a little news flash, Tim. I like fucking men, too. And I mean really fucking. I won't fuck you; I'd like to, but fucking a student is just a little too risky. I don't want to see you waste your time. Embrace who you are and start going for what you want. How did you hook up with Chris? Did you stumble upon him jacking off and join him?"
"Pretty much," said Tim, feeling more and more the novice, but happy to have someone to talk to.
"Why don't you go after Carl Thomas. He'd let you fuck him in an instant."
Carl Thomas was a senior, a swimmer, and an adonis. Tim was shocked by Coach's suggestion.
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