NookieStar presents: Dumb Horny Jock CoachHey guys, Thanks so much for all the kind words and es (and pics!). Forthose who are new to this, my first story is titled ‘Dumb Horny JockJanitor’ and can be found in the Encounters section.Here are some stories about my adventures as an 18yo dumb jock… well,more like misunderstandings and accidents.I lost my new jockstrap today. I swear I remember where I put it – I camein from practice, last as usual with coach right behind me. Coach makes merun extra laps in just my jock and these synthetic material shorts. He saysthey help my body breathe when I’m running but they seem to just make mesweat more. the last lap, my smooth trench is dripping with a thin layerof fresh sweat, coating my pink pucker and making it twitch uncontrollably.I could never tell coach though – it’s not like he’s a doctor or anything.He probably wouldn’t know why it twitches like that…Dad wasn’t too happy when Coach Celik was offered a job at my expensiveprivate boys high school. My Dad isn’t a bad person, really… he justhates the idea of immigrants coming to our country and stealing our jobsand our women. One day I pointed out that Coach Celik is already married,so it was only the job he was stealing, but Dad just frowned. He even hadsome of the other parents sign a petition to have Coach Celik fired! ButCoach Celik is a former Turkish Olympian and the school just couldn’t sayno to publicity like that. So Dad had to hold his tongue.Anyway, I sprinted into the lockerroom and kicked my wet shorts down to myankles and stepped out of them. Coach Celik stood in the doorway with hisusual half-smile on his face. He’s a big brute of a man with biceps asround as grapefruits and tends to wear white polo shirts with thick blackcurly chest hair spilling out the top. Did I mention that he’s Turkish?They must all be hairy animals like coach… his strong thighs are just ashairy and it seems like his stubble is painted on his face. His skin is acaramel colour which is accentuated the muscles that bulge and flex allover his body. Most of the time it looks like he’s going commando – I guessthey don’t wear underwear in Turkey.Coach stayed silent in the doorway as I made small talk about school and mygrades, grabbing my towel out of my locker and slowly sliding my jockstrapdown my legs. I felt the cold air hit my pucker as my legs spread a littlewider and I shivered – no big deal being naked in front of coach, he’s usedto seeing us all in the buff. Maybe not a teen jock with a bouncing bubbleass as smooth as mine though. I kicked my jock to the side and startedwalking towards the showers… only I didn’t make ten steps before I heardcoach call out a loud, deep ‘Hey!’I stopped and turned to see him standing my locker with his hands behindhis back. He nodded towards the clock on the wall and explained that therewas no time to shower as he had to get ready for the parent/teacherconferences. Of course! Dad was due here at 5pm to meet Coach Celik andtalk about my athletic performance. Dad certainly didn’t want to meet withthis muscled Turkish gorrilla but the school insisted that parents meetwith each teacher at least once.I grinned, walking back to my locker and stood beside coach – so close infact that I could feel the heat from his fully clothed 6’4 musclebodradiating in all directions. It even looked like the bulge in his shortswas bigger than usual but must have been a trick of the light. Lookingaround on the floor, I couldn’t see my jockstrap. Frowning, I turned to mylocker… nope, not there either. Where the hell was it?’I've lost it!’ I moaned to coach, and explained that it was a brand newone that Dad had just bought. coach looked at me with that half-smile (orwas it more of a half-sneer?) and said he had plenty of spares in hisoffice. In no time, we were there and coach had pulled out an assortment ofjockstraps in all sizes and colours. I self-consciously stood therecompletely naked in coach’s office and squeezed my tight round glutes tocalm my nerves.I must have tried on a dozen jockstraps. Coach Celik was kind enough tomake sure I had the straps fitted on tight, running his thick rough fingersbetween the straps and my smooth teen ass until he snapped them backagainst my boy butt. He suggested I get up on his desk on all fours so hecould kick back in his chair and get comfortable while helping me find theright size. He even moved aside the framed picture of his wife so I couldreally spread out. I tried a white jock, a black jock, a red one… even apink one! I didn’t even know they made pink jockstraps! He spent thelongest time fitting that one on me and I prayed that my tiny little smoothasshole wasn’t twitching too much. At least, if he noticed it spasmingright in front of his face, he was too polite to say anything. And every sooften his fat thumb would lightly graze against my hole accident.We both lost track of time and it was 5pm sharp when we heard a knock atthe door and an unhappy but familiar sounding voice mumble ‘Coach Celik?’Shit! It was my Dad! And students weren’t supposed to be on school propertywhen parent/teacher conferences were in session! I hopped up as quickly asI could in that little pink jockstrap and looked around coach’s office – noway out. I wouldn’t fit out the window and hiding behind the bookcasewasn’t an option. Suddenly it came to me – under the desk! I quickly doveunder the desk between Coack Celik’s hairy spread thighs just as Dad openedthe door and stepped inside.I closed my eyes and held my breath as they mumbled their greetings and Iheard them shake hands. Luckily, Dad hadn’t seen me and the desk was thetype with a solid panel on the visitor’s side. All I had to do was stayquiet for half an hour and it would all be over and I wouldn’t get into anytrouble. Dad launched into his usual speech about how proud of me he is andI smiled, letting out a quiet sigh and slowly opening my eyes… but Iwasn’t prepared to see a rock hard Turkish missile of flesh sticking outthe leg of coach’s shorts and pointing right at me!A dark-caramel coloured 11-inch bamaker was aimed at my face and slowlythrobbing in time with coach’s pulse. I guess I knew for sure now thatcoach doesn’t wear underwear – I made a mental note to buy him some forChristmas. Worse was that his big horsecock and low-swinging nuts werehanging out the leg of his shorts and he didn’t even seem to notice! Takinga closer look (well, there was nothing else to look at) I noticed how wetand sticky his bloated knob was. It was almost as if he had beenslow-stroking that enormous dick under the desk the whole time I had beentrying on jockstraps! But on second thought, I realised that he must havebeen thinking of his wife and accidentally got so turned on that his giantdong popped right out of his shorts under the desk.Dad rambled on and on… I could hear coach grunting in agreement but theyboth sounded bored with the conversation. My nostrils filled up with thesalty-sweet stink of that fresh Turkish cocksnot and I closed my eyes,imagining I was anywhere else rather than stuck under my married coach’sdesk with his veiny pole throbbing and oozing in my face with my Dadsitting only 2 feet away! I soon opened them again when the unthinkablehappened – that slimy cockhead started pushing against my straight teenlips!Coach must have been paying such close attention to Dad’s stories of howgood at sports I am, and how proud he’ll be the day I get married and havekids of my own, that he didn’t realise he was slowly sliding his chairforward under the desk! I couldn’t make a sound or Dad would know I hadbeen listening in on the whole thing and I was sure to be grounded for afew weeks. So I stayed quiet, eyes growing wider as that big Turkishfuckstick invaded my mouth! I had to let coach know what was happening.I slid my hands up his calves and then up his hairy thighs, squeezinggently to try and get his attention. I heard him chuckle in his deep voice- maybe Dad had told a joke? – but he didn’t pull back and let that meatflop out of my jockboy mouth. That huge knob was resting on my tongue andmy body flinched as I felt it squirt a rope of boiling hot precum into mymouth. Coach Celik sighed and suddenly became very talkative – asking Dadlots of questions about his work, and our house, and what football team myDad followed, almost as if he wanted my Dad to stay and chat for as long aspossible. But he still didn’t realise that his fat horsecock was lodged inmy mouth as I knelt there under the desk in a bright pink jockstrap.Speaking of, the heat under the desk soon got to me and my pucker wastwitching over and over in rhythmic pulses. I tried in vain to concentrateand make it stop but it was no use.Taking one look at the giant orbs hanging in his hairy sack, I knew that hehad a big load stored up. And I certainly didn’t want coach to getdistracted and accidentally unload a full batch of ba-batter down mystraight throat. I had to get his attention somehow. I squeezed his thighsagain gently so I didn’t startle him and applied a small amount of suctionto the head of his cock. It was the only I thing I could think of to makehim realise that he had unknowingly stuffed his slimy fuckstick into mymouth while he sat there calmly chatting with my Dad. But Coach Celik justsat perfectly still. I tried sucking a little harder. ‘Come on’, I thought,’You have to feel this!’ Sucking my cheeks in tight, I was hoovering thefirst few inches of his 11-inch throbber but he still didn’t notice.Coach was chuckling and groaning as Dad talked, asking more and morequestions. It was obvious from Dad’s short answers that he just wanted toleave but it was as if coach wanted him to stay. I tried a new tactic -perhaps I could push this enormous dripping hog out of my mouth with mytongue! Poking it from all angles, I couldn’t quite push it out frombetween my puffy pink lips. Not even rubbing my tongue all over it andtracing the thick veins seemed to get his attention. I wondered if having adick that big made him less sensitive… he just couldn’t feel that hisdong was lodged in a straight teen’s mouth. I mean, if he knew, he wouldhave pulled out immediately right? Why would a married Turkish bull-studwho almost got fired because of my Dad want to ram his cock down a richwhite boy’s throat?The more suction I used, the more saliva filled up in my mouth. Soon I wasgulping down mouthfuls of my own spit and gooey cocksnot non-stop but someof it still dripped down my chin. I stared at Coach Celik’s sweat-soakedwiry pubes and watched them get closer and closer as my lips travelledfurther and further down his hog but he still didn’t budge. With both handson coach’s thighs I couldn’t reach back and give my asshole some relief soinstead I arched my back and humped my ass out – it was better thannothing! I felt my soft lips press firmly against his hairy dick root atthe same time as his big paw of a hand came down on top of my head and heldme there. Finally he had realised the situation; any second now he wouldpull that huge slobber-covered dick out of my mouth.I rolled my eyes with relief as his chair slowly started to rollbackwards… only… his hand was still holding my head firmly down in hislap! My teen throat was bulging with adult cock and all I could do wascrawl forward as he slowly slid his chair backwards and out into theopen. I let out a particularly loud slurp on that donkey dick that stoppedmy Dad mid-sentence. I could imagine him watching in horror as his straightteen son was slowly exposed, lips tight around this Turkish stud’s giganticthrobbing cock, precum dripping off my chin and wearing a pink jock with mysmooth bubble butt wagging in the air!I looked up at Coach Ceilk from between his huge spread hairy thighs. Hehad a cocky shit-eating grin on his face but he must have been grinning outof sheer embarrassment. Noone would be happy to have their dick slammedballs deep down a tight teen throat. He gave my head one final stroke andlooked my Dad right in the eye – as his balls pulled up tight and a load ofthick white sperm gushed up his hosepipe and started pouring down mythroat. Dad stood to leave, disgusted, but that only gave him a better viewof my smooth boy butt wagging back and forth as my Turkish coach fed me aload of his babies. It seemed like a week’s worth of spooge was beingpumped into me. It was all my fault of course, if I hadn’t sucked so hardhe would never have jizzed in my mouth. How would the poor guy be able tolive with himself after squirting a load in a student’s mouth?Speechless, Dad stormed out of the room in a huff before I could explain.It’s not every day you get caught under your immigrant coach’s desk withhis enormous pornstar-sized cock all the way down your throat but I knewDad would understand. It got stuck, that’s all… and it’s perfectlyunderstandable for a dick that big to easily get stuck in a tight teenthroat like mine. Coach Celik looked totally relaxed as I stood on shakylegs (I had been crouched down there for around half an hour, after all)and wiped some of his nut off my chin. ‘Sorry Coach… and thanks for thejockstrap!’ I mumbled, giving him my trademark dumb grin as I ran out thedoor to catch up with Dad.————————————————————————-Thanks again for reading guys. I am a long time reader and huge fan of thesite. This is another hot fantasy that I wanted to share – god, I wouldlove to see this sort of scene for real in a porn movie.No self-pics but we could even swap hot pics and ideas?In case you missed it at the start, my first story is titled ‘Dumb HornyJock Janitor’ and can be found in the Encounters section.Take care of those dumb jocks out there.