COACHED

Rape Fantasy?

As a teen, I was on the swimteam. We wore those speedos, of course. We had two coaches, Steve and Tim. At the time I was barely eighteen years old; Tim was most likely 20ish. Anyway, it was late one night and I was in the locker room. Tim came up behind me—I could see him in the mirror. He was naked. I'd never seen him in the buff; it was beautiful. Nonetheless, I was scared.

When I turned around he smiled and started to pull on his dick until it got hard. He's blonde/blue-eyed/blonde pubes, just like me. I was getting more and more scared. My dad's car was in the lot, but I couldn’t run in just my speedos. Tim could see that my trunks were filling up with a hard-on. He started to giggle, then he left. I heaved a sigh of relief. But not for long.

Tim came back very soon, he had his jeans on now. He had a piece of tie-line—the kind we used in meets. In seconds he had grabbed my wrists and was binding them together. Man, was I freaked out! Hard, but freaked. After my wrists were secure behind me, he stuck something in my mouth. I don't remember what. He was still giggling—so was I, in spite of the gag.

Tim force-walked me behind the locker room and out onto the golf course. He was still laughing, saying things about how much I wanted it. On the golf course, there are several sprinkler units—hardwear sticking up out of the ground. Tim untied my hands, but only for a moment. He retied them to the hardwear. Then he whipped me over onto my belly and pulled my trunks all the way off. He was still laughing, but I was crying—real tears. He spit twice into my crack. He was holding my arms over my head and his sexy knees were spreading my legs. I was crying and begging, but to tell the truth, I wanted it.

I felt his rock-hard penis pushing at my tight virgin ass. At first, I thought that it was over. Silly me! When he found the target, he pushed in. Man, oh man, did I scream! It seemed like an hour before his belly landed on the small of my back; I could feel his scratchy blonde pubes up against my cheeks. I was screaming the whole time. But there was nothing I could do, tied up as I was.

After a few thrusts, Tim flipped me over on my back. He tied my poor legs to my wrists. He then plowed me again and again and again. It hurt SO good. He let me go after he had shot. Then we shared a few beers.

What a great way to lose virginity. What do you think?

[I think your story's frightening, if it's true. But I don't think it's true. What I think, or at any rate hope you're giving us is fantasy. Certainly too many details seem to have been left out. Guys don't just let themselves get tied up because somebody who makes them nervous comes along with a piece of tie-line; and guys don't just tie guys up without some understanding, or use of force, first having taken place between them. But most frightening of all, the fuck scene you describe sounds like rape to me, with you crying and begging Tim not to fuck you. And your telling us that underneath it all you wanted it, changes nothing. How could Tim know that? People have been known to get hardons when they're scared.]