May 24th, 2010 | 
Author: "Carl Thomas, the great seducer of women? Did you happen to see him fucking around in the locker room too?"
"No," said Coach, but I've seen him look at you and trust me: when I was in high school, secretly checking out the guys, I learned all the tricks, and Carl wants you."
Tim's dick stirred at the thought of fucking Carl. One of Tim's first overt homo acts was stealing a pair of Carl's speedos and using them for serious jack off inspiration.
"So Tim. That's my assignment for you. Find yourself; seduce Carl and get what you want out of your life. Don't be shy because those around you won't accept what you are. Find people who will accept you and then talk to me about what's going on with you."
Tim and Coach would talk in the months ahead, but Tim had his own agenda.
"Okay, Coach. On your advice, I'll try and fuck Carl, but there's something else I want."
"Shoot," said Coach, gathering his stuff, getting ready to leave.
"I want you to fuck me."
"No way, jocko. Too much trouble."
Tim spit into his hand and re-activated his cum-slicked dick and immediately grew throbbingly hard. "How will I know how to fuck Carl if I've never fucked or been fucked? I want you Coach. You said you wanted me. Lift up your shirt and show me that you're not hard and I'll go jack off, alone, in the shower."
"Tim... I can't do that." Tim went for it and grabbed Coach's tank top and was delighted to see a tree trunk erection heavily constrained by coach's lyra shorts, topped off by a large shiny pre-cum soaked area.
"Fuck yes," said Tim. Tim stroked his own cock and licked the resultant pre-cum off of his hand.
"You want to do it, Tim. You really want me to fuck you, with this?" Coach took of his shirt and grabbed his dick through his shorts.
"Fuck yes, Coach. Fuck me with that!" Coach walked over and locked his door. Tim stood there stroking his dick and rubbing his pecs. His breathing was heavy and he felt more sexually charged than at any moment in his young life.
"Put your jock on," ordered Coach. "If you want me to fuck you, it's going to be on my terms."
Tim took the cummy jock from the desk. "Put it on backwards," barked Coach.
Tim looked at Coach, confused. "Just do it, buddy boy." Coach's voice was totally turning Tim on. He turned the jock around and putting it on felt the slimy pouch creep up his ass crack.
Using his forearm, Coach cleared his desk off with one sweep. "Lie on your stomach." Tim laid down and his already slimy cock leaked more precum on the desk top. Grabbing Tim's thighs, Coach spread the boy's legs and then dove into his ass crack tasting
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