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I couldn’t believe my eyes. Sure it was late Friday night and I was in a part of town that was mostly deserted. I’d heard whispered from my buds that The Railyards was where the faggots went to have sex. I snickered like everyone else but nothing could stop me from going to see what it was about. 

I biked there so no one would see my car. I was disappointed. Just a lone pick up truck parked there. Then I saw Mr. Hardiman, the 6’5” blond hunk who’d come to Taylorville this year straight out of college to take up the Assistant Coach job at Polk High. 

Here he was on his knees, his jeans pulled down while some bearded guy fucked him hard and heavy from behind. The two weren’t taking their time and pretty soon the fucker was humping real hard and howling and no doubt ejaculating deep inside Mr. Hardiman. 

The two men uncoupled and stood up, pulling up their jeans and rebuttoning. I couldn’t even tell if Mr. H came or not but he seemed satisfied with the rough pounding he’d just gotten. “Thanks, man.” Funny how that normally clean-cut voice sounded so raunchy after when I just saw. The shorter dude got into his pick up truck and drove off.

I stayed crouched, hopefully out of sight, but Mr. H looked over in my direction. Right at me in the dark. “Enjoy the show, Mike?”

My breath about stopped and I felt like I was going to die. The coach walked toward me, still shirtless, and definitely every bit of a hunk. “It’s OK,” he assured me. “It was kind of hot being watched.”

Slowly, cautiously, I stood up, now in plain view of the man who was a few yards from me. “I couldn’t help it, sir.” I knew I had an erection trapped in my jeans but nothing I could do about that now. Not after what I saw, and the sheer physical presence of Mr. Hardiman in front of me. “Sorry.”

He took a second to look me up and down, then started unbuttoning his jeans again. “I didn’t get off earlier. Think you can help me out?” 

"Um. Yeah. Sure." I wasn’t even clear on how he wanted me to help him till he got back in the same kneeling position as before. My heart pounded I unzipped and got in right behind him. Even before I breached him, I could feel the heat radiating from his crack, warming my cock in the cool night air. I pushed in, pleasantly surprised by the wetness of the sperm deposit the last guy shot. It was my first assfucking and I loved it.

"Christ Mike, you’re a big boy." I was unable to go slow and my nuts pressed insistently against his butt. 

"I’m 18, sir," I replied. 

"Not your age. Your cock. Fuck, you’re hung," he muttered hanging his head down. I wasn’t sure what he was wanting from me - more or less - but I pulled out and thrust back in. "Aw yeah," he growled. I pounded him again. 

"That’s it, Mike. Fuck me. You’re gonna get me there real quick." Mr. H was charged up, all right cause all of a sudden I heard the splatter of his cum shot on the asphalt. 

"Fuck!" I yelled, no longer afraid someone might be around, and pounded my hips forward as my cock shot its virgin load right into Mr. H’s hole.