Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2023 09:38:51 -0700 From: john c Subject: Locker Room Learning Summary: A soccer coach and athlete consummate their mutual attraction for one another. The hiss of the locker room shower wailed in the next room over as Coach was starting to review this week's workouts in his office. It distracted him, both the whining pitch of the stream and the intermittent shouts of his athletes. He used to enjoy the chaos and the noise, but ever since he turned 50, it's been more and more distracting. He blanked out until a knock came at the door. It was Jack, the captain of the soccer team, and center defenseman. He was tall and lean, but solid. His legs were a golden tan with well-developed muscles. Sometimes, coach thought the players in the flashier positions were too fragile. When he fantasized about his players, he could imagine tossing a forward around and accidentally breaking his leg easily. Coach didn't have to worry about that with Jack -- he knew he could be rough and he'd take it. "Hey Jack what's up?" "Hey just wanted to check in before the game on Friday. Some of the guys were asking about a plan for team dinner after?" "Oh right. Well, whatever general consensus is. I trust you'll be able to come to an agreement." "Sure thing coach", Jack said, whose eyes scanned down coach's body to his crotch and lingered for a second. Then he readjusted his towel, giving coach just a glimpse of his bush, and left. This charade excited coach but it had been a while since he had lusted over a player like this, and he had a very strong suspicion that Jack felt the same too. After all, Jack did come into his office almost every day after showering wearing just a towel to pull these antics. Little did he know, the way to drive Coach crazy was to come into his office pre-shower. Coach loved the smell of the locker room. The sweat, the musk, the moisture in the air, it all drove him crazy. Being over 50 and working with high schoolers, Coach had to hide his reaction to a student's come on. Even though he desperately wanted it. In his more adventurous days, he'd wait until all the students had left and go through the hamper, find a jock, and huff the scent while he jerked off in his office. It really got him off. One time, he was so obsessed with a player that he found his locker code, stole his jockstrap from his locker, jerked off with it, and returned it after. He saw the player put it on the next day and got hard immediately. He stained his shorts with precum during the practice watching this player stretch in front of him. That player never came into Coach's office every day, though. He never felt the spark reciprocated. That's why Jack was different: there was something mutual between them. As the athletes got dressed and left the locker room, coach thought about the former athletes he fantasized about. He locked eyes with Jack through the window. He had a vision of Jack on his back, legs up on the bench, Coach huffing the scent of his feet while fucking Jack with his jock still on. Coach could feel a drip of precum ooze out of his cock as he smiled at his team captain. -- The next day, coach was even more pent up than before. He was close to going into a bathroom stall to release, but had so much to do that he couldn't find the time. So by the time practice came, he was ready to explode. He contemplated how he'd hide his reaction to Jack's striptease, or if today was the day he gave in. But for now, he was to focus on practice. He was encouraging but firm to his players. He wanted them to succeed, and that meant paying attention to them, supporting and challenging them to grow as athletes and individuals. His athletes respected and trusted him, that's why he had an open door policy for them to come to him with any concerns, personal or soccer-related. Cultivating that environment was important, but it also ran the risk of the coach and players getting too close. Just then, Jack chased down another player, his ass bouncing in his shorts before he slide tackled the ball away. Coach blowed the whistle and the team gathered around. He started explaining the next drill while scanning the team, stopping at Jack, whose sweaty face and torso glowed in the late afternoon sun. His dark hair, tan, and smile reminded Coach of a younger version of himself, eager and able to lead his team. He was so fond of the player, he just didn't know how to show it. Surely, they could find a way together. -- After practice, Jack walks into coach's office, wearing just his jock strap with his towel draped over his shoulder! This kid is bold, coach thought. Especially since Jack immediately started to swell up in the jock pouch. He was clearly trying to bait coach. "Coach, is there any chance we could have some of the JV players come to the game tomorrow? I know there's a few that have potential and we gotta keep them in the loop if we wanna keep them for next season." Coach was too stunned to think, he simply admired Jack's body, openly gawking at his growing penis. It seemed bigger than he remembered from the glimpses he could see in the locker room. And he was definitely a grower, not a shower. Plus, the musky scent had wafted over to Coach, intoxicating him further. Coach idly touched himself for a second before snapping out of it. "Hmm? What? Yes, JV players. As long as there's room on the bus." "Okay, coach. Everything alright? You seem distracted." Jack said with a coy smirk, knowing that he was the cause of the distraction. "Yeah, yeah. Just a busy day. Slept bad. Hey, listen. Can you come back and have a word with me after you shower?" "Yeah, sure, coach. Anything you want to discuss in particular?" "Just some last minute notes about the game tomorrow." Jack nodded and turned to exit, his ass exposed to coach, with the straps lifting up his cheeks into firm, white pillows. He looked in better shape than ever before, and the white cheeks next to his tan back made coach even more turned on. He might as well have been drooling. After Jack disappeared, coach started to panic. "Why did I invite him back to my office? This is escalating more than I expected. Should I just make up some nonsense to discuss about the game? How do I feel out if Jack is interested in me? I mean I know he's interested in me. But is he ready?" At least, Coach was ready. His cock was hard again, as it had been intermittently throughout the day. His underwear must have been a mess from the amount he was precumming. He decided, today is the day. I trust my team captain is ready, he's been showing me more and more that he wants to explore with me. Who am I to deny that? About 30 minutes later, the final athletes were getting dressed and exiting the locker room. Jack remained in the shower. "Hey Jack, wanna come to Fosters Freeze?", another player yelled out. "Nah, I have a ton of homework to do. Have fun though." Jack was stalling so he and Coach would definitely be alone. Coach was starting to get more and more anxious as the last players left, and the showers turned off. Coach sat up and fiddled with a notebook. An anxious tic. Turning the corner from the shower, Jack had his towel over his shoulder, and was completely nude. He walked into coach's office nonchalantly and dried his hair with the towel. "So what's up coach?" "I... uhh... well... the reason I asked you here is..." "It isn't about the game tomorrow, is it?" Coach was stunned. Where did this teenage kid get all this confidence? "Well. Not exactly." "Coach, I've seen you looking at me. And I've been coming in here every day, slowly with fewer clothes on. I think we both know why you asked me here." Coach stood up and walked over to Jack, who stood in the door way. Coach reached his hand through the player's damp hair, pulled his face in and kissed him. It was a passionate, hard kiss, with tongues swirling immediately. Coach could feel Jack's rising cock against his shorts, and ground his dick against it. With his other free hand, he grabbed the boy's ass. It was firm and muscular, just how he liked it. Jack was in bliss, making out with a man he admired for so long. He was so relieved the feeling was mutual. Being relatively inexperienced, he didn't know what to do after making out and some groping. He was hoping coach would show him a thing or too. He'd been such a good mentor in soccer, surely he might fulfill a similar role sexually. Just the thought alone made Jack swell even more, which seemed impossible. His teen cock was pointing straight up, full of blood, and already almost ready to explode. Coach grabbed his cock and tugged on it. Jack pulled back from coach and asked if he would get naked too. Coach realized he was getting ahead of himself and nodded. He pulled off his shirt first to reveal a lean, muscular, salt and pepper hairy chest. Jack ran his fingers through it and flexed his cock. Coach guided his hand to his nipple to squeeze it, and Jack's cock oozed a bead of precum. Next, coach shifted down his shorts and underwear, slowly revealing his full bush, and finally pushing past his cock, springing out and free. It was hairy and thick, about 7 inches long, with a reddish purple head. He discarded his shorts, and the two embraced each other, grinding their cocks against one another while they made out. Feeling his precum on their bodies and the smell of coach's bush rising to Jack's nose turned him on even more. After a few minutes, coach pulled back and asked, "Have you ever had your dick sucked?" "No, coach. I haven't." "That's alright boy, let me teach you. Just watch, learn, and ask any questions you have. Remember, the open door policy? This is a judgment free zone." Coach sank to his knees and started exploring Jack's crotch with his mouth and nose. He loved this initial tease of giving a blowjob. Slowly licking the sides of his balls, coach then moved up the base of his shaft and licked from there to the tip. He looked up to see Jack completely stunned, like he'd been waiting for this moment for a long time. Coach had too. He was so pent up, and deep down he knew the only cure was cock in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip, and reached up to play with the boy's nipple. As he continued to put more and more of Jack's rock hard cock in his mouth, Coach started to jerk himself off. He was absolutely covered in precum, and didn't even need to spit into his hand for lube. Coach's rhythm was building and the boy was getting more turned on. He could feel his hips bucking into his mouth, and pulled the cock out to say, "That's good boy. You like fucking your coach's mouth? That's a good captain. Coach loves to feel his captain shove his cock down his throat." That comment really sent Jack over the edge. He grabbed coach's head and started fucking his mouth. Coach's head was still as the boy pounded away. His moans were getting louder and more frequent until he finally exclaimed, "I'm gonna cum!" Coach grabbed harder onto Jack's ass and starting rubbing his hole while the boy shot hot ropes of cum down his throat. And it was a lot of cum. So much that he had to swallow mid-ejaculation. Jack's orgasm left him in bliss, barely able to stand up from the release. Coach looked up and smiled at his player, proud of him for giving what he needed so desperately. But he still needed to cum. "Now that I've taken care of you, how about you do something for me?" Jack, still reeling, said, "Okay, coach, what is it?" "I want you down on all fours on top of me, with your ass in my face. I'm going to jerk off, and if you want to lick or suck my cock while I do, you can. I don't want to pressure you to do anything you don't want to. I just want to admire that body of yours." Jack was more than okay with this, and laid on top of Coach. It was almost even hotter than the blowjob to see this giant, musky cock being stroked in his face while he could feel coach's hot breath behind him. Coach was gentle at first, breathing into and kissing his cheeks, which almost tickled Jack. He then started licking and sticking his nose in Jack's crack, which he seemed to enjoy even more. Then, using his hand to part his crack, coach dug his tongue against Jack's hole and started loosening it up. Jack was completely enamored with coach and this sensation. Coach, meanwhile, was also in heaven. He loved eating ass, and showing new guys how great it can be. And he was great at it. Even though Jack had just cum, he was once again bucking his hips back against coach's face. He was fucking himself with coach's tongue. Quick learner, coach thought. All the while coach was jerking himself off, and Jack hadn't touched his cock at all yet. Coach pulled back from his ass to say, "Are you enjoying this?" "Fuck yes sir, I've never felt this before." "Good, that's a good boy. Now, in the spirit of exploration. I want you to start by reaching your face down to the side of my cock and breathing in my bush and balls. I want you to smell what a man smells like." "Okay, coach." And with that, Jack did as he was told. Coach kept tongue fucking his hole as Jack explored coach's man scent. The first breath in was intoxicating. His hole twitched, causing coach to dig in deeper and laugh a little. "I thought you'd like that." Jack keep huffing and his hole kept twitching. Coach was really getting turned on now. "Now, start using your tongue. Anywhere you see fit." Jack started licking Coach's shaft and balls, the saliva, sweat, and precum all coating them and his face. He licked up the shaft and tasted coach's fresh precum. He really liked swirling it around in his mouth. Feeling more and more bold, Jack started putting coach's cockhead in his mouth. Going deeper and deeper as coach egged him on with various grunts and moans. Jack was really starting to enjoy his cock, and coach gave him tips along the way. "More suction. More tongue. Less teeth. Yes, right there. Good boy." Coach could feel himself getting ready to cum, and wanted to give Jack the choice of where it'll go. "Where should I cum? I want you to tell me, whatever is comfortable." "I want you to cum in my mouth sir, I can handle it." Coach's cock somehow got even harder and his hips now thrust into the boy's mouth. Faster and faster, Jack was able to handle it very well. Coach reached his hand back and smacked Jack's ass, leaving a red hand print, as he dug his tongue deep into Jack's hole. Grabbing his ass now, he was beginning to cum. Jack's head bobbed up and down as coach thrusted hard and deep into his mouth, shooting his hot cum down his throat. Coach moaned and grunted as he did, and Jack made similar sounds of appreciation for getting the hot man cum he had lusted over for so long. Finally, Jack leaned up, swallowed the rest of coach's cum and just said, "Wow, that was incredible." Coach: "Next time, don't shower first. And keep your jock on. I like it sweaty."