*** This is my very first sex story and I hope you enjoy. This story is partly fictional but some of it is real.

Hi, my name’s Jake and I lost my virginity to my Physical Education teacher when I was 18. In order to tell you the whole story, I have to start from the beginning…

It all started when I first went to High School. I wasn’t nervous or anything because my two older brother’s were like legends. With them showing me around, I knew everyone within a day or two. I was, however, a little nervous to meet my new teachers.

When I met my homeroom teacher, who just so happened to be my Coach for PE, I wasn’t that interested in him. I had a certain type and he didn’t fit the description. At least not at the time. Through that entire year, he flew under my radar and I never thought of him as anything more than just Coach Cecil Wallace. Most of the girls’ liked him but I didn’t really pay him too much attention.

A year passed and before I knew it, it was time to go back to school. Coach was still there and I still took him for PE. Like always, I didn’t pay him too much attention and then I had a dream about him. It wasn’t a sex dream and that may be the reason why it got to me.

In the dream, I was walking to the gym with some friends and Coach stopped me at the door. He told my friends to go on ahead so he could talk to me in private. When they were gone, he grabbed my hand gently, smiled at me, and read a paper to me. I had NO idea what he was reading from that paper! All I knew was that he was touching me, holding my hands like he really cared. Then I woke up. At first it was weird and I was like forever, but when I went back to school for the next couple of weeks and took his class, I was staring at him in a new light.

I paid more attention to him and even wanted to impress him even though I didn’t have a single athletic bone in my body. I found myself staring into his bright hazel eyes and admiring his muscular physique. He was a tall black guy, about 6’3”, with a perfectly shaped goatee. I even started staring at his crotch in the middle of class.

One of my friends told me that sometimes he would have a boner and I couldn’t help but stare at the amazing size of his hard tool through his jeans. He wasn’t that old, maybe 26, so I knew he had to have a girlfriend. With each day, my infatuation grew. I even did something that might seem a little extreme. I found his page on an Internet dating service and it turns out he was single. I created a page myself (but as a female) and started sending him messages. I couldn’t receive his messages, however, because I had to pay for all that.

The year ended and I hadn’t gotten any closer to him. I felt so needy…I felt so strange…I felt like I was in love with him, which was absurd. But I couldn’t help it. The first days of the summer, I cried because I couldn’t be near him. The only thing that got me through was Tamia’s song Officially Missing You (if you don’t know the song go and look it up!).

By the time school started back, I convinced myself I was over him. I was wrong. I was still madly in love with him. I started sending him messages on that dating service again and found a way around the system. I told him to email me from Yahoo! (Keanora@yahoo.com) and he did! We actually began talking for about two months and it was going great. But with each message, I knew we’d come one step closer to what I dreaded: the big meet. Soon, he wanted my number so he could talk to me on the phone.

That’s when I cracked. I told him that I wasn’t a girl, and that I was one of his students. He freaked. He stopped emailing me and pretended not to know me at school. He avoided me. I sent him some messages apologizing but I didn’t know if he’d ever gotten them. He never responded, I know that much.

One day, I had choir practice (I was the pianist for the school choir) and I ended up getting left by the buses. The entire school was empty of all students and all teachers…all except for one: Coach.

When I walked into his class, he began to ramble around uncomfortably. There was a tension in the air you could cut with a chainsaw because I knife wouldn’t have been big enough.

“Um, Coach, could you give me a lift home. I got left.” I said, trying not to stutter.

“Can’t you call someone.” He didn’t even look at me.

“My parents are out of town and my brother’s are out of the state right now. I have no one to call.” I paused as he continued to be busy. “Please, I really need a ride.”

He sighed, still avoiding my gaze and said all right. He just needed to finish up some things before we left. As he typed on his computer, I couldn’t help but open my big mouth.

“I’m sorry about all this, including those emails I sent to you. I’m sorry for lying and I’m sorry for playing with you.”

He finally looked at me. “I actually liked you,” he said, as if embarrassed. “I loved your personality, your sense of humor. You were everything I wanted.”

I cleared my throat. “So…?”

“Did you lie about the way you felt for me?” he asked.

“Of course not; I meant every word. I’ve always liked you but I could never bring myself to tell you. Those emails were the only way to show that I wanted to be with you.”
“You pretended to be a girl.”

“Yes, but it was only to get close to you. I told you the truth though. I’m telling you the truth. I still want you.”

“What do you want from me?”

“To know you. I just wanted to be near you, to feel like I know you.”

“That’s it?”

I felt like he was hinting so I admitted I also wanted sex.

“I don’t do gay sex.” He said clearly. “I’m a fucker, I don’t get fucked.”

“Well, I’m a bottom so I want to be fucked.”

He seemed shocked. He shook his head as if he’d actually considered it. “I would get in trouble. I could get fired room my job.”

“No one has to know, Coach. It’s just you and me.” I told him.

The lusty and confused look in his eyes gave my all the answer I need. I moved over to his desk, got on my knees, and started kissing at his crotch through his pants. I slowly rubbed my way up his leg and teased is crotch area until I could feel his hard on through his jeans.

By now, he was breathing heavy. I unzipped his pants and a thick, nine-inch cock snaked through his boxers. I couldn’t resist wrapping my lips around his cock and slowly sucking it. After about six minutes of this, he put his hand on the back of my head and encouraged me to suck even more.

I began to deep throat him (which I didn’t know I could do) until his dick was oozing precum. I watched as the pearl of nut sat on the opening of his dick. I looked at it and then back at him.

His mouth was half open and he was breathing heavy. “Taste it,” he moaned. “You know you want to.”

I kissed the head of his dick and tasted my first taste of cum. It was warm and salty and very unpleasant but he looked like he was in pure ecstasy so I ate it like I loved it.

I sucked him for about thirty minutes more when his breathing became heavier and he grabbed the back of my head and forced me all the way down on his rod. I knew what was about to happen and I didn’t pull back. He groaned as he sprayed the back of my throat with his cum. He slid right down and I didn’t even have to taste it.
He slowly pulled away as all his cum drained from his nuts. He looked at me in amazement.

“I want to fuck you.” He said, almost barbarically.

I took off all my clothes, exposing my beautiful buns. He took off all of his clothes as well, showing his beautiful six-pack abs. I prepared for my first fucking as I laid with my ass up on his desk…

To Be Continued…