"You've done this before, right?" I asked softly as I worked the head of my cock into my tight end's tight end, certain that he'd say he had.
"Fuck no I haven't," Jeff replied, "not on the receiving end. But I have been wearing myself out with a big ass dildo...getting ready for you, Coach. Uh...is it gonna fit?"
"Yeah, Jeff," I assured him, "it's gonna fit just fine."
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Entering Jeff had been, well, heaven. I pushed half way in, withdrew some, shoved most of the way in, withdrew a little, went back deeper, all in stages, finally burying my hungry cock balls deep in his gorgeous ass.
With every thrust, he grunted and beat the shower wall with his hand, but he pushed back, fighting to gain half inches on my cock as hard as he fought for yards on the football field. I was fucking a student for the first and, as it turned out, not for the last, time. Jeff grunted in approval, grinding his firm, muscular ass back onto me, hard.
Once we got started and found something like a rhythm, Jeff was pretty easy to fuck hard and fast, not too easy, more like a perfect fit for sliding right in and fucking full bore in almost no time. Which was perfect for getting off fast...faster than even I, in the most compromising position imaginable, would have preferred. Thirty seconds into pounding stroke and counter stroke, I knew I was going to blow my load embarrassingly early.
I hoped Jeff would see my pre maturity as a positive thing, as an opportunity for him to get off inside me all the sooner. With both hands on his broad shoulders I thrust into him as hard and deep as I could. A couple, maybe three times, Jeff grunting in delight with each thrust. Then I paused, almost too late, to keep from nutting.
"Head's up, sport," I said, "this isn't going to last...at all..."
"No worries, Coach," Jeff replied. "No worries, that is, if you're really going to fuck me again tonight in your bed."
"No worries, then," I advised.
"Say it, Coach," he demanded, "say that you're really going to fuck me again tonight in your bed."
"I'm really going to fuck you again tonight in my bed," I confirmed. I imagined riding him all night long, alternating with bouts of Jeff driving his big, thick, rock hard, 18-year-old cock as deep inside me as he could. That, the intervals of this fucking stud pounding the fuck out of me was what I wanted most.
I began driving him home again, slowly at first and then faster, harder, deeper, each satisfying thrust punctuated by my new tight end's grunt of reciprocated satisfaction. I recall thinking that the last thirty seconds or so before I erupted inside my new tight end had been the most gratifying thirty seconds of my entire coaching career, including winning the state championship the previous season. With my final heave I collapsed against him, shuddering, clinging to that boy as rope after rope of my cum flooded the condom buried in his ass.
The only thing that I needed to happen before I fucked Jeff again for as long (almost) as he liked, was to get him back to my empty house and his big dick buried in my ass, if even for only a couple of minutes.
"We need to get out of here now," I told Jeff as soon as I could breathe and speak again.
"To your house?" Jeff asked warily, like he thought that once I'd gotten off, I might renege on my promise.
"Fuck yeah to my house," I snapped at him as I pinched off the rubber and slowly withdrew, "now get your fucking clothes on." I think I was thinking then if I was going to prison for fucking a student, especially as hot a one as my new tight end, I might as well fuck him as much as I could before the police broke down my doors and dragged me off of him.
