My name is Mark R. and I have to confess to you my story. I am a coach at a local high school. All the students and other teachers think I am straight.

Nobody knows about me. I am 6'2", 210 pounds of muscle and I am considered quite handsome. I have Greek origins. I have been a trainer and a high school gym coach for ten years.

One of my students is named Fred, and he has been left back twice. He is twenty years old. He's a terrific athlete, but just not a good student. I think he wants to stay left back so he can be the high school star. I admit I have always had feelings for Fred. Fred is 5'9", 165, and there isn't any fat on his body anywhere. He is completely ripped. He is an avid wrestler, boxer, weightlifter, and football player. Every part of his body is muscle. Fred is Italian/Latin mix. He is one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen in my life. I have heard the girls talk about "Freddie" as if he were a television actor on one of those shows. I try not to look at him in the locker room but I do, and I just strike up a conversation with him so that I can look at him.

Yesterday I noticed him looking at me, too. I had been practicing the football team for longer than usual -- it was a rainy June day, last Tuesday. The guys were really dirty and muddy and it all felt great. We all went back into the locker room to shower off. Fred was the dirtiest of all -- he has a great time tackling. Lots of times Fred will tackle when there's no reason to. Man, that guy's so hot.

So last night it was around six and all the other team members had left to go home, but Fred was still there, showering. I was getting ready to close down the locker room when Fred says to me from his shower, "Ain't you gonna shower, coach? Come on, feels great!" Then he opened his shower door. There Fred was, his hot cut body and all his muscles glistening. His black hair was just over his eyes, all wet, and there was shampoo in his hair.

"Come on in, Coach" he said softly.

I stripped off my shorts and my jacket and my shirt. I pulled down my jock strap so my eight inches of cut meat bobbed out and sprung in front of me. Fred looked me up and down and smiled. I walked into the stall. Fred put his hands on me and rubbed my big chest. I put my hands on him. I had wanted to touch his body for years. I threw my head back as Fred softly caressed my penis. We didn't say anything. There was just the sound of the water. Then the lights went off. Dominic, the night porter, must have turned the lights off thinking I had forgotten to. He's hard of hearing so he didn't hear the water.

Now Fred and I were in the shower, in the dark, and our lips met. I kissed that hunk with every ounce of manly energy I had. He moaned. We played with each other's nipples and then Fred slid down my huge body and put his mouth on my cock. Fred ate my dick. He was really hungry for it, and he had his hands on my hairy ass as he sucked. It felt so amazing. I wanted this to go on forever. The water kept coming onto us.

Then I could feel Fred turn me around so that he could get his face up into my ass. I felt his tongue dart up in there, getting into the nooks and crannies behind my balls and way up into my ass.

I stroked my cock, softly calling his name."Fred, oh Fred..." I said as he licked my body. Then he stood up and we both jacked each other, stroking our cocks. I could barely see the glint in those gorgeous green eyes of Fred's. The cum was coming up now, coming through my tube steak, getting ready to jet out of me the same way the hot water was jetting out of the wall. With my other hand I cupped Fred's perfect, smooth, Italian/Latin asscheek. Just the feel of that was enough to make the jism shoot out of my dick and all onto Fred's strapping body.

Fred winced as he stroked himself and let all that jizz spray all over my stomach. It dripped down onto my bush and all over my legs as the hot water cleaned us up. I grabbed him by the back of his head and kissed him as the last drops of cum left both our bodies.

He whispered to me, "I love you, coach. I've loved you for years..."

Next month Fred will probably graduate. He's been working with a tutor. I hope I get to be with him once more before he leaves for the real world.

-Mark R.