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Teacher and his wife??

In "Teachers and Coaches" I wrote about some of my high school experiences with older men who were coaches and/or teachers at my small religious high school. But that's not where my first experiences with horny coaches happened – it was actually with swim team coaches on the local private swim clubs I belonged to with my brother.

One of my very first crushes on a man was actually Coach Brandon from the Y swim team. I was gradually becoming aware that I often felt drawn to teachers, coaches, youth group leaders, friends' dads, etc., and that I'd kind of stare a bit too obsessively at their eyes or lips, asses or packages, or get a flutter in my stomach (and lower) if any of them paid close 1:1 attention to me.

Coach Brandon was new and as part of getting to know each team member, he insisted on doing a series of individual "interviews" with each of us young men in his glass-walled office with blinds, which overlooked the pool. When it was my turn to talk with him, I felt very shy and desperately confusingly turned on by him. He was asking me questions about my goals, about my level of dedication, about how much I'd be willing to give to the sport and the team, and I was just mostly so lost in staring into his ice-blue eyes, admiring his thick blond hair, attracted to his chiseled jaw with a cleft chin and full lips, and being able to see how strappingly beefy he was in his tight-fitting coach's outfit of a white polo shirt and very short, tight bright blue shorts.

He seemed to smile and smirk kindly-but-knowingly at my occasionally fumbling answers to his questions, and he said "Don't worry, Jay, you and I are going to get along great as long as you work hard and enjoy yourself swimming as intensely as you can while you're on this team. I'll be here to guide and motivate you, that's what a good coach is here for." He flashed his sexy white smile and winked at me with his sparkling blue eyes and I was so smitten.

Then one day several weeks later, I was going to be part of a relay team during a swim meet. But as we were all lining up for our events in a smaller pool area leading into the main pool, I slipped on a really wet deck and hit my head quite badly on the edge of the pool. It was scary and Coach Brandon had to take me into the Y locker room to make me lie down on a massage table to observed for a few hours for signs of concussion.

While older guys were getting sports massages nearby, Coach kindly talked to and reassured me. He asked me if I was sore where I hit the deck, and when I said yes, he asked if I would like a gentle massage to rub out the sore muscles. I said yes, it was my first experience like that and it was such a crazy turn-on to have this hunk touching me and rubbing me tenderly and caringly... pretending not to notice my bulging package which I couldn't control, feeling weirdly extra turned on by the fact that these older guys were obliviously getting rubbed down right next to us. He made me flip over between me front and back a few times, and eventually he stopped being cautious about letting his hands wander close to my ass crack or my crotch.

Coach Brandon actually started to massage my groin area too, grazing my balls and letting my ridiculously hard shaft rub against his hands, smiling at me knowingly and naughtily knowing that he was being so inappropriate. He seemed to love the adoring look I was staring deep into his crystal blue eyes, and he mouthed "it's OK, you can let it go," with his sexy lips. That's how I knew he was telling me to go ahead and shoot my load into his hands. I noticed two of the official massage therapists were staring our way watching with fascination and surprise that Brandon was going this far with a young swim team member and that I was about to blow all over the place.

That made me even more turned on and suddenly I was blowing a fountain-like volley of hot cum into the air and back onto my own stomach and chest and Brandon's hands. He rubbed my load into my skin and said "makes great skin moisturizer." I could tell he was bulging incredibly in his swim coach shorts, and I desperately wanted to ask if I could try to help him too, but he leaned down and said, "I have to get back to the meet now that I know you're doing OK... but we'll do more next time, and we can explore more together."