Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2016 14:31:08 -0500 From: Stevie D Subject: HS Athletic Department "Those kids must have left the water running again," grumbled Coach Evans as he walked from his office in the locker room over to the shower room. The locker room appeared to be empty as he could hear none of the horsing around or rough housing that usually ensued after practice. The steam hung thick in the air as Coach Evans could hear multiple showerheads running. It had been only the first day of school, but football season was well under way and today's practice had been particularly grueling in the still blazing late August sun; and Coach Evans had yet to shower off after practice. He had been going over some game film in his office for Friday's game but had decided that it was time to get himself cleaned up, since, of course, the showers were already running and warmed up. Coach Evans stripped off his school emblazoned polo shirt, kicked off his shoes and socks, and pulled down his shorts and jockstrap. He cast aside his clothes at the entrance of the open shower room and walked into the thick steam to shower off before going home. Henry Warner, known to his family and friends as Hendo, walked back into the locker room after finishing an extra session in the weight room. He had made it a habit to get some extra work in the weight room after practice; he had been a standout running back during his first two years in high school, but last year he was named all-state as a junior. Earlier in his high school career he had believed that his future was to earn a lacrosse scholarship for his exploits as a midfielder but now he knew a Division 1 football scholarship was within reach and he was never one to shy away from some hard work. Hendo heard the showers running and was perplexed since he knew he was the last of his teammates to leave. Since he had to pass the shower room on his way to his locker, he poked his head in through the cloud of steam. "Oh my..." Hendo stifled a gasp as he recognized the figure standing in the steam with his back to him. He knew instantly that was his coach and gym teacher washing himself under the streaming showers. He blushed even though no one was around. It was unlike Coach Evans to be naked within the possible sights of impressionable students. Hendo's modesty surprised even himself, he wasn't the type to be bashful around his friends or teammates but now he was feeling almost embarrassed. He quickly withdrew from the edge to the shower room towards his locker when he tripped over something on the ground. Coach Evan's discarded clothes had tripped up the normally sure footed tailback; this was getting more and more into Hendo's head. Without thinking, Hendo balled up Coach Evan's jockstrap, grabbed his bag from his locker and high tailed it out of the locker room. "What the fuck?" asked Hendo to himself as he unwadded the fabric in his hand from the safety of the drivers seat of his jeep. Not knowing why he kept it, he stuffed the jock into his bag and drove home. Later that night, Coach Evans was changing out the clothes from his workbag and noticed his jock was missing. He cursed to himself quietly that he had left it on the floor of the locker room. Gruffly he kept getting ready for the next morning, what a way to end the first day of school, losing his jock and going to bed horned up and sexless. After watching the late edition of Sportscaster, the large coach got into bed as quietly as possible; his 10 and 6 year olds were already in bed and his newly pregnant wife had been asleep for hours. Coach Evans thought about rubbing one out but ended up deciding against it and drifted off to sleep. The next morning he woke up to his wife downstairs with the kids making breakfast with coffee ready for him. Mornings were always his favorite part of being a dad, the kids were playful and not yet fighting over whatever sibling rivalry there was and they were still young enough to enjoy going to school. He always lamented the fact that during the school year he had to leave his family earlier than his wife or kids to get to school in time for him to be ready for the day before homeroom started. As usual he left on a high note and playfully slapped his wife's butt on the way out, turning and giving her a wink; both of them were still very much in love and attracted to each other even after 12 years of marriage. Coach Evans had to admit that he was a lucky man. That same morning, Hendo woke up after sleeping like a rock. He normally didn't go to bed as early as he should, but when he got home from school the day before he had jerked off maybe 5 or 6 times. Perhaps that isn't unusual for a guy in his last year of high school swimming in adolescent hormones, but it was a lot when you consider that Hendo was typically a horny early riser, getting one or 2 off before he had to trudge off to school. His fantasies had always been pretty evenly split between men and women, and in this day and age of a generally more accepting social atmosphere, he had no problem admitting to himself that he was bi sexual; though acceptance could be hard to come by as a football player and as the star of the team he kept those feelings to himself. Last night, though, men dominated his fantasies. "Fuck!" muttered Hendo as he looked at the clock. He had overslept; he must have turned off his alarm in his sleep. "Henry! Get up! You're gonna be late!" Yelled his mom from downstairs. His mom still insisted on calling him Henry. "I'm up!" replied Hendo. He quickly threw on an old Iowa Wrestling t-shirt that his brother hand handed down to him after going away to that college on a wrestling scholarship. Next to his bed he spotted Coach Evans' discarded jock. A smile came across his face and his cock started to throb. The thought of wearing another man's used underwear let a lone his hunky coach's was a big turn on for him. He quickly picked it up and held it to his nose and inhaled. The smells of sweat, musk, and something that may have been a hint of urine filled his nostrils. At this point his cock was leaking. A glance at the clock told him that he had 10 minutes before the last bell for homeroom sounded; no time to jerk off. He quickly pulled on the jock and a pair of shorts. He grabbed his school stuff and football bag and thundered down the stairs. "You sound like a damn heard of elephants!" called Jim Warner, his dad, as the front door slammed behind him. Hendo ended up being 5 minutes late to homeroom. It wasn't that much of a problem; he was an excellent student and was even taking on a few AP courses. In his childhood his mom, a naval engineer, had always challenged him to learn all that he could; a trait that had followed him throughout high school. A little bit of sweet-talking, high athletic exploits, and his course load probably let him get away with more than the average student. Typically, though, he followed the rules. Phweet! "That's it! Hit the showers! Don't you dare leave any equipment out here I'm not you're damn maid!" Bellowed Coach Evans as the football team finished the last of suicides for the day. Coach Evans led the way back inside the school flanked by his assistant coaches discussing the just finished practice. Mostly the younger players gathered the equipment used for practice that day, familiar with the drill of paying their dues. "I think Coop has come along way, Will. He's got a rocket and getting better with his touch throws and boy can that kid run the option!" Assistant Coach Riley said to Coach Evans, referring to Zack Cooper. "I can't believe I'm about to trust a sophomore to quarterback my team. He didn't even get on the bench last year," replied Coach Evans. "Getting those reps on JV really helped him. He just needs extra help going over game tape and reading coverages," added Coach Riley. "Well, you've been doing good working with him, Todd. I wish I could have devoted more time but with all those graduations last year our defense has been a mess. Keep coaching him up and I'll jump in when I have the extra time to reinforce everything," added Coach Evans. The two continued walking down the hill from the practice field to the school and then entered the coach's office. The other assistant coaches joined them as they fired up the tv and cleared the white board to finalize the game plan for Friday so they could begin implementing it the next day on the practice field. After only 30 minutes they had tied up the loose ends and begun to leave. It was just after 6pm when they had finished. "You heading home, Will?" Coach Riley asked Coach Evans. "Nope, I had the league meeting with the other head coaches and officials during my free period today. Didn't get a chance to get my workout in. Gotta get that done now to keep my sanity," replied Coach Evans as Coach Riley left. Coach Evans walked down the hall to the well-appointed weight room expecting to find it empty. Inside was a lone figure; the star of the team, Henry Warner, pumping out a rep of power cleans. Coach Evans knew that Hendo had been putting in extra work with the weights but he was still surprised to see the intensity with which the kid was going at it after their in season lifting session and a long tough practice. "This kid must really want to be great," Coach Evans thought to himself. He cleared his throat to make himself known as he fully entered the weight room and began to warm up on the bench. "Oh hey, Coach, didn't expect anyone else in here," said Hendo as he turned down the stereo he had blasting after he finished his set. "Usually get my workout in earlier. You in here everyday after practice? Gonna burn yourself out, kid," replied Coach Evans as he racked more weight on the bench and began his working sets. "No worries, Coach, I gotta push myself if I wanna make it big in college. I don't wanna ride the bench at school I wanna play!" puffed Hendo as he finished another set. "Well you still gotta preform here. If you really want I'll draw up a workout plan for you that will compliment what we are already doing," suggested Coach Evans before he pumped out 2 more heavy sets. "Yeah! That would be great!" exclaimed Hendo. The two of them kept their small talk conversation going while they lifted. Coach Evans eventually moved from the bench press to some incline dumbbell presses and some flies. Finally he finished up with some dips. Hendo, on the other hand moved to some squats. Coach Evans shook his head to himself about how this kid just went from big lift to big lift, he definitely needed some more guidance if he was going to be putting in all this extra work. "Coach, can you give me a spot for this last set?" Asked Hendo. Coach Evans walked over to the squat rack the young football player as at and assumed the position behind him. He had great form, thought Coach Evans, has Hendo lowered and raised the heavy weight twice. On the last rep, as Hendo squatted down there was the unmistakable sound of fabric ripping. Coach Evans didn't flinch and neither did Hendo as he maintained his composure and finished the rep. Coach Evans knew Hendo was a special player on the field, but the kid was really showing that he was a special one off the field too. Not many people his age have the drive and work ethic that Hendo did, and it greatly impressed the head football coach. "Good job, Hendo. Looks like you out worked your shorts there. I hope you wore some drawers today!" chided Coach Evans as he patted Hendo on the shoulder and stepped away to assess the damage. "Shit! They really split!" Gasped Hendo, trying to catch his breath from his set and reaching behind him to feel the damaged shorts. "Right down the seam. No worries, no ones here to see your bare ass! You boys nowadays aren't wearing any support?" Boomed Coach Evans, laughing at his star player a little. "I am wearing a jock... strap," stuttered Hendo, suddenly realizing that he was wearing the jock he stole from his coach the night before. "Good. Don't sweat ripping the shorts if you lift long and hard enough shit like this is bound to happen." Said Coach Evans. Hendo was still beet red from embarrassment as the two left the weight room and headed down the short hall to the athletics locker room. He changed the subject, asking his coach about how his wife's pregnancy was going and how his kids were doing. Even though Coach Evans tried to put forth a air of aloofness toward his players he invariably became invested in them and vice versa. The chilly air of the hallway breezed across Hendo's bare backside and he instinctively pulled the waistband up then remembering the rip in the fabric. Coach Evans was half a stride behind Hendo as he had paused to turn off the lights to the weight room and lock the door on the way out. When his player had noticeably shivered and pulled up the waistband of his shorts he took quick notice. His eyes darted to the running back's bare bottom as the athletic shorts overlapped and revealed the jockstrap waistband beneath. Coach Evans stopped dead in his tracks. The waistband of the jock was slightly discolored. It was a small imperfection in the fabric, but immediately noticeable and familiar to the football coach. His wife had accidentally done a load of his and her workout clothes without knowing her lip-gloss has somehow made it into the washer. It resulted in an odd tinge affecting their clothes. Hendo, his star player, not only had taken his underwear but he was mowing wearing it! Coach Evans immediately felt a twinge in his cock at that thought. "Earth to Coach..." Exclaimed Hendo holding the door to the locker room open and knocking Coach Evans back into reality. "Thanks, kid" replied Coach Evans as he walked through the door more subdued than before. Hendo caught the change in demeanor and figured that Coach Evans just wanted to get home. He thought nothing more of it as he first went and turned on a shower to get the hot water running then sauntered over to his locker. He stripped down and grabbed some soap and shampoo before heading back toward the shower room already billowing steam into the main locker room. Coach Evans watched through the window of his office. He saw his player stripping out of his sweaty clothes, pausing for a split second in just his jock to cup his package. Coach Evans knew then, for sure, that Hendo was wearing the jock that he thought he had lost the previous day. Coach Evans' cock started to throb in the confines of his own jock and shorts. Before he could stop himself, Coach Evans realized he was making his way over to the players' showers. He knew he had to be careful; normally he wasn't like this except during his sex droughts during his wife's pregnancies. What ate at him was that Hendo had never given him any other inclination that he was interested. He stopped on the way to the showers at Hendo's locker, kneeling down and picked up the player's sweaty jock. Upon inspection, it was Coach Evan's. This was all the confirmation he needed as he began to strip off his clothes. Hendo was busy soaping himself up in the shower. He had his rock hard eight and a half inch cock and balls all lathered up and his mind kept jumping back to catching a glimpse of coach in the shower yesterday and to sharing the weight room with him today. For a split second he thought about jerking off in the shower, knowing he was alone in the players' showers but thought better of it. He'd be home in a few minutes to take care of that. As his face emerged from the flowing water from rinsing his body his heart skipped a beat as he nearly jumped out of his skin. "Mind if I join ya? Hot water is on the fritz in the coach's office," explained Coach Evans. Hendo couldn't even give his assent. He stared blankly with his mouth agape. Slowly he nodded as the large man, his idol, entered the showers. He took in his coach as the older man made his way to the shower head two down from Hendo and turned it on. Hendo couldn't believe what he was seeing; his mind was blank and reeling at the same time. It was even better than his dreams, Coach Evans was a few inches taller than the high school star standing just a hair over 6'2. The head coach's muscular body was imposing, his thick neck connected to his upper body via a pair of powerful traps which flared out to his lats and cannonball debts. His chest was big, defined, and covered in the same brown hair as his six pack of a stomach. Hendo then wheeled around, averting his gaze as he realized that he was standing there gawking at his football coach with the biggest boner of his life. He was frozen; he had no idea what do with himself. Slowly he looked over his shoulder and saw that Coach Evans had his back to him, lathering up his front side. Coach Evan's back was incredible, it was strong and ripped tapering down to his narrow waist and full muscular ass. His hamstrings and calves bulged as the coach just stood there. "Looks like you have something that needs attention," said Coach Evans gesturing towards Hendo's erection. "I - I don't normally get hard in the showers, coach," stuttered Hendo. "No need to be shy; it happens to all men sometimes," replied Coach Evans as he turned to face Hendo. His front side came into Hendo's view. That magnificently hairy power chest capped by two large erect nipples down to the tapered waist and an enormous erection! Once again, Hendo's jaw dropped. Coach Evans was throwing wood in the shower with him! How could this be, it was like this was lifted right out of one of his jerk off fantasies. He stared down at the rigid member between coach's legs, analyzing it as quickly as he could so he could put the image to use later. The angry head was rendered a deep red color, clearly engorged and excited, capping off a thick shaft with veins popping that appeared to throb with Hendo's piercing gaze. The man's nuts were drawn tight up to his body, if Hendo didn't know any better, he would think that Coach Evans was about ready to blow a load. It was more than he could handle and his cock started leaking pre cum heavily. "Go on, touch it," Coach Evans urged. Hendo's mouth was dry he was on autopilot. He reached out slowly and grasped the shift of the head football coach's cock. It was steel hard and gave off much more heat than Hendo had anticipated. He slid his calloused hand up the length of the cock to the head as a dribble of precut oozed out of the flaring slit. "Mmmmm, lather it up," moaned Coach Evans. Hendo reached for the soap and began to lather the man's throbbing cock gently. He tried to stay in the moment to remember everything that was happening. Coach Evans' eyes were fixated on the built and ripped football jock in front of him gently jerking him off. The coach's right hand found his left nipped and he began to rub and gently tug on it in time with Hendo's strokes on his dick. Slowly, Hendo became more confident and began jerking his coach harder savoring the feel of the big cuntsplitter sliding through his soapy hand. Coach Evan's began to rock his hips back and forth slowly fucking his player's fist. Hendo did his best to keep his hand fixed around the large girth, his fingers only able to meet each other by the smallest of margins. "Fuck. Hold it right there," commanded Coach Evans as he began to fuck the young jock's fist harder. His cock pistoned in and out of the high schooler's hand. Hendo's free hand found his cock and after two strokes, his teenager member exploded. Coach Evans watched as the kid's big cock shot a rope of cum between his legs, followed by a few more jets right between his feet. Hendo's ripped muscles were clenching with a sheen of sweat has his balls unloaded his charged up jock load on the shower floor. "Ughhh!" cooed Hendo as his orgasm continued with cum dribbling from his cockhead. "That's it, Hendo, shoot it," encouraged Coach Evans, "I'm right there with you!" Hendo struggled to keep his grip as his orgasm had left him a little light headed but his coach's last words brought him back to reality. On an outward thrust through his fist, Hendo slid his soapy calloused palm over Coach Evan's bulging cockhead. His coach moaned loudly and shoved his now spasming member through the football player's fist painting the shower wall with his powerful load. He kept on thrusting through the orgasm shooting more and more of his steamy spunk onto he wall. The veins bulged in his neck and arms as he unloaded. Hendo was still holding onto his deflating cock as he opened his eyes from his pleasure. The kid was mesmerized by the man's body and seemingly didn't know what to do next. "I don't know about you, but I needed that!" joked Coach Evans. "Me too," blushed Hendo. "Needless to say this has to stay between us. You can't tell anyone. I don't do this ever but I knew I could trust you," said Coach Evans. "I won't tell a soul," replied Hendo, still on cloud nine from the orgasm of his fantasies. "Good. Now you better get going on home!" said Coach Evans with a playful swat on his butt. Still half dazed, Hendo walked out of the showers and grabbed his things. How was he going to be able to sleep tonight he thought? He'd just touched his first cock and it was on the man he had been fantasizing about since freshman year. Somehow the real thing was better than anything he could have imagined.