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THE FEAR, THE FLESH, THE FREEDOM part oneThe first reaction was fear and then a little excitement when Coach Lennox put his hand between my legs. I was afraid that we might be seen but he took the precaution to park his car far enough off the main road that no one would even know that we were there. We talked a little at first. He was always a friendly and patient man. I was probably the worst player on the team and was frequently to be found flat on my face with a roar of laughter from the crowd, the opposing team, as well as my own team mates. Coach Lennox was always very supportive with my lack of athletic skill. I was a deeply shy person. Joining a team was meant to build my confidence but seemed to have the opposite effect and I felt even more self conscious of my awkwardness. I wanted to quit numerous times but Coach Lennox talked me out of it.”Are you a virgin?” he asked.We were both submerged in shadows. A minimal amount of light illuminated us.”Yes,” I said in a soft voice. I knew it was better to lie than admit to being a vigin but Coach Lennox would know that I was not telling the truth.”Do you masturbate?” he asked a moment later.I was glad that we were just silhouettes because he couldn’t see the expression on my face or that I felt all the color fade from it. I sat there frozen both metally and physically.”I do.” he said after a long silence. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”Coach Lennox was married and had two sons. His wife was the team’s equipment and travel manager. His eldest son, Eric, was assistant coach. His youngest son, Jake, who was a year older than myself, played on the team as goalie and was among the best. I was too young and too inexperienced to understand that even married men might need to masturbate. I thought it was what only mean who couldn’t get real sex did. My first few attempts at masturbation were clumsy and left my prick red and sore. I had not discovered the graceful methods of handling such a sensative organ. “I know it’s uncomfortable at first and you don’t really know what you’re supposed to do. But if you know someone who can show you it makes it very pleasent. Do you want me to show you?””I don’t……I’m sure if I should…” I stammered to say.His hand was on my leg, rubbing my knee gently. I was still a bit sore and aching from the game this afternoon. I was acceptionally clumsy. “It might help you relax, ” said Coach Lennox, hi face was closer and I felt his breath on my cheek. The gentleness of his touch did have an effect and I felt his penis begin to twitch lightly. As many mornings dealing with the aftereffects of a wet dream I was familiar with the sensation and consequent results. Erections were a menace and a wonder at this time.”I’m afraid,” I said.”There’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s a very natural thing,” he said as his hand advanced slowly and was squeezing my crotch. I was now getting hard. I shifted in my seat.His istanbul escort fingers were long and delicate. They quickly opened my pants and extracted my penis. I know I was not a big as other boys or photos I’d seen online. I was another source of shame. He had turned on a light and he leaned over to look at it. I could see a smile on his face.”It’s beautiful,” he said. “Would you like to see mine?”Before I could actually give him an answer he leaned back and pushed his sweat pants down around his knees. His penis was hard and it sprang free from it restraints. It was not very large. It was short and thick and resembled a fire hydrant. It rose from a thick nest of black hair. His testicles were densely covered as well. He lifted his hips up so that they could be more visible and illuminated. The tip did not resemble mine. I would discover later that he was uncircumcised and he drew back the foreskin to reveal the head. He seemed very proud of it and held it steady with his thumb and forefinger. He was breathing a little heavier now.”Do you know what a blow job is?” he asked.”Yes.””Have you ever had one?””No.””I’d like to suck your cock. Would you like me to do that?””I’m not sure.””I think you’d enjoy it. You wouldn’t have to suck me. I’d like it but I wouldn’t demand it. I’ve had plenty. I could stick my dick in my wife when I get home. She is a nympho. Do you know what that is?””No.””She enjoys getting fucked a lot.”Coach Lennox continued to stroke my erect cock but not enough to make me ejeculate. He occassionally stop as if sensing I was ready to come. He leaned over and I felt my cock enclosed in his mouth. I sat there is silence and turned my attention out the window into the dark forest around us, only occasionally to turn my sight down at his slowly bobbing head in my lap. His fingers kneaded my balls and even reached beneath and pressed a finger against my asshole. I shifted in my seat and he withdrew the finger. It was not long before I finally ejeculated. I lifted my hips slightly and felt myself flow into his mouth. I felt his tongue lick my cock clean. Once finished I hastily pulled my shorts up around my waist. My thoughts were confused.We drove on in silence. When we pulled up to my house Coach Lennox turned to me. He had an expression that was hard to read.”I hope you enjoyed thi experience. We can do it again. I’d like to show you more. My wife likes meeting new people. She’d like you,” he said.I was trying to process this all. Again my lack of wordly experience gave me no understand of any sort of alternate sexual lifestyles. I was familiar with only the most middle class definition of a relationship between a man and a woman. Multiple sexual partners seemed utterly alien to my mind. Coach Lennox was rubbing my shoulder with affection. It was only until later that I would understand the more feminine aspects of his personality. zonguldak escort To be masculine was to limit one’s perspectives. To understand all of one’s sexual character was to open the world of endless pleasure. The initial fear and uncertainty I felt that first night would eventually pass. “I really would like to kiss you,” he said, but he knew the possibility of being seen by a neighbor was not worth the risk. He brushed his fingers quickly across my cheek.I slipped out of the car. I was still in a state of shock at the time and turned towards the house without even waving good bye. I ran up to my room. Later I did take a bath. I looked at his dick and felt a sense of betrayal. I woke the next morning with my underwear heavy with semen. In the dream Coach Lennox had crawled into my bedroom window. He was naked. He pulled back my covers and sucked me off until I ejaculated. Now I wanted to be with him. Before I got out of his car he gave me his number. It was enclosed in a heart.I went down into the kitchen. Being the weekend everyone was still asleep. I dialed the number as my heart beat a wild rhythm in my chest. I keep a lookout as the phone rang at the other end.”Hello?” said a voice at the other end. It was a woman. It was Mrs. Lennox.For a moment I was about to hang up. I identified myself. Mrs. Lennox was also always friendly and supportive. When she wore a t-shirt with no bra beneath it was an image that I frequently conjured when I sat on the edge of my bed, pants down round my ankles, stroking his cock….even when it was sore and tender to the touch. I thought of her nipples poking under the cotton stretched over her breasts. I wonder what she was wearing at the moment. I felt my cock twitch to life in my pajama pants. I tried to repress these thoughts in case anyone wandered downstairs at this particular moment. I could not face anyone catching me in this condition. I was perpetually horny. “Did you have a nice time with Nick?” she asked.I was so used to calling him Coach Lennox that I was confused briefly who she was talking about. There was a tone in her voice that hinted that she knew what had transpired between us the night before. I was somewhat timid by anyone else knowing this. It was still an imitimate encounter and was not entirely ready for it be shared.”He was very excitted when he came home,” she said, her voice deepening. “He fucked me pretty hard.”The word “fuck” pierced my mind and it sent an electrical current through my body. It had an immediate reaction and I saw the tent in my pajama pants and the weakening in my legs.”I hope you’ll be coming over for our pool party today,” she said.I had totally forgotten that a few members of the team had been invited over to Coach Lennox’s house for a pool party. “I’d like you to attend,” she said. “Nick loves watching me with other men.”I liked being referred to escort bayan as a “man”. I was not a boy. Last night abruptly teminated that. I could hear her breathing softly on the other end.”I am opening my robe. It’s sating and feels so nice against my bare flesh,” she said. “Are you naked.””I wish I could be. I’m down in the kitchen. Someone might walk in at any time.””That sounds very exciting actually. Have you ever seen you mom naked?” she asked in a more breathy voice.”Once I walked in on her when she was in the bathroom. She forgot to lock the door. I saw everything for a couple seconds.”I heard a little schuckle on the other end.”It was no mistake. She wanted you to see her. She was hoping you walked in our her. Every mom has those fantasies even if they don’t act on them. Just the momentary thrill of being seen naked is enough……for some,” she said. Her voice fell to a whisper.”I’m hard,” I boldly admitted, my hand cupped over the receiver to contain this confession. My legs were turning to rubbed and I sat on the floor with my legs tucked up against my body. It tightened my pajama pants and gave me a pleasent feeling.”I’m touching my pussy now,” said Mrs. Lennox. Her name was Alice and recall her husband calling out her name on numerous occasions. “It’s hairy. Do you like hairy pussies?””Yes,” I responded. I felt distinctly deteached from my body at this time.”Good. I like hairy pussies too. I don’t understand why modern girls have such dislike for them and save all their hair off. It looks beter with a good amount of hair. I wish you were here with me now. Nick is not awake yet. I really rode him hard last night. He likes you. I think you’ll fit in with us.””I wish I was there too,” I said.”I’m fingering my pussy. I like having someone watch me. It seems less lonely,” she said, her breathing growing ever heavrier. From the videos I have seen on numerous porn websites I could imagine her slipping a finger in and out of her wet cunt, her clit swelling with her caresses. All this knowledge comes from the few erotic novels I have read and any practical experience is lacking.”Who are you talking to?” came my mom’s voice from the other room.I froze.I heard Alice Lennox’s breathing become more rapid. I imaginw her resuming her fingering despite what was going on my end. Perhaps it was exciting her all the more after what I had confessed to her a few minutes ago.”It’s Mrs. Lennox checking if I was coming to the pool party,” I told my mom. I was trying to keep myself from completely losing control.”Oh……can you bring something?” asked mom.I relayed the question to Mrs. Lennox.”Only your sweet cock into my wet hot MILF pussy,” said Mrs. Lennox.”I don’t need to bring anything but a towel,” I retranslated the message to mom as she began making breakfast.”Imagine her hairy pussy,” Mrs. Lennox whispered into my ear.”Shh,” I said into the phone. I said a quick goodbye and darted up into my room much to my mom’s confusion. I jerked off to a team photo in which Alice Lennox was standing on one side with her arms folded under her sizeable tits. I looked at both of them and ejeculated on the photo, washing the entire team with my semen. THE END OF PART ONE

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