It had all happened so fast, coach walked in on me alone in the locker room—wearing just a towel—and something snapped. He was like an animal: pulling off his shirt and pushing me onto my back without more than a growl. The towel was gone and he was already pushing against my tight hole with his manhood. The way he looked at me was utterly foreign, like I was more property than person.
He leaned over and launched a ball of spit past his belly onto my hole, rubbing it in with his leaking cockhead. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning lightly as he massaged my ass with the largest cock I’d ever seen, much less been fucked by. A sinister smile crossed his face and he grunted, “You like that, boy? Well, you’ll love this.” As he spoke he slowly but unceasingly drove his manhood deep inside me, holding me in place as I struggled against him. It was agonizing but the most difficult part was admitting that he was right: I was loving it.