Date: Wed, 21 Feb 2024 10:16:11 -0500 From: Bob Timmerman Subject: Eyes For Coach (Chapter 1) Eyes For Coach The football coach has his shirt off today. I can't keep my eyes off him. It's rare he takes his shirt off on the field though. It's a humid day. His skin glistening with sweat. He's a pretty hairy guy too. You can even tell his hair is matted with sweat. That's one thing about coach that really catches my eye. He's the definition of a man. Broad shoulders, hairy chest, and you can always see the hair peeking out his shirt where he keeps the top two buttons undone. He confident too. Not cocky like a lot of guys like him. Confident. It's rare he's wrong, but he will admit when he is. Always commending whoever set him straight. Because of his confidence a lot are too scared to correct him. Little do they know that's one way to earn his respect. It's clear he rarely takes his shirt off because his arms are a lot darker than the rest of him. Most won't notice it because of the thick hair covering his chest and belly distract from the small telling patches of white skin that haven't seen sun in a while. I know that thick treasure trail leads to a huge bush. Coach may rarely get shirtless on the field, but he always showers after all the guys head home. Showering the days sweat off before he heads home. I've spied on him a couple of times. Watching him undress, shower, or get redressed after his shower. I'm too nervous to stay around for the whole show. The way the locker room is set up it's hard to stay hidden long. Once he starts walking around it would be easy to get caught. I'm not on the football team. I'm on the baseball team. Today isn't a practice or game day. Since my Dad works at the school. I come watch football practice until he's ready to head home when I have nothing else to do. Really though I come to watch coach. Today I'm glad I did. I can feel my boner straining against my clothes. Wishing to be set free. I know without a doubt I'm gonna watch Coach shower today. I can't keep my eyes off him. I'm lucky no one's paying me any attention. Coach is observant and would normally catch me staring. Luckily he's busy with the football guys. Distracted in what he's doing. His whole focus on his job. I enjoy every minute until the team heads inside. I follow and wait outside the locker room. It takes a while, but finally the last few guys come out. I know now is my chance. I sneak into the locker room. Hearing Coach still in his office. Still shirtless. I get in position behind a row of lockers. Watching as he strips off his shorts. Stepping out of them. He's standing there in socks and a jock strap. I can tell the jock strap is old. The way it's stained, and looks well worn. It still holds everything tightly in place though. He turns around giving me the perfect view. His hairy ass framed by the straps of the jock. He bends down slightly while lifting his foot up. Stripping off one sock. Throws the sock onto his shorts discarded on the floor. Lifting his other foot removing that sock too. Tossing it on the pile. Standing back up to his full height the jock strap comes down. I'm daring to wait for him to turn around. Because I know he will be heading to the shower. Which could lead me to easily being caught. I can't resist. I'm rewarded as he turns around. Seeing his plump flaccid dick resting in its huge patch of pubes and against his massive balls. His bush as thick as it is does nothing to conceal any of his dick. It's almost a monster soft. I'd hate to see it hard. My dick throbs. Maybe I'd love to see it hard. There is not doubt that thing would be a monster though. I quickly and quietly back away to hide in a corner away from the lockers. At least until Coach gets to the showers. Other wise he would see me standing by the lockers. I barely made it. I hear his bare feet against the tile floor. I hear the water turn on. I make my way to the row of lockers by the showers. I quietly sneak to the end where I can see. Coach is under the water. Head back. Water running down his hair. Some making its way down his body. Off his shoulders. His front already wet. Hair matted down. Looking even darker than before. When it was matted with sweat. My boner is still straining against my clothes. Wanting to be free. I rub it slightly against the metal of the locker I'm up against. That's a mistake. Someone had left their locker door slightly ajar. I realize too late as it slams shut with the weight of my body against it. Coach wipes his eyes. I'm too stunned to run. As he opens his eyes I step out from behind the row of lockers. Coach chuckles when he see's me. "Dillon. I thought one of the football players might have been creeping around." He says sounding relieved. "You already know how they feel about me showering at the school. Gotta be careful since they won't put a shower in my office. Where I can shower behind a locked door. No need to worry about prying eyes, or false accusations then." "I know Dad. I was just checking to see if you were ready." I say. Giving me a reason to be there. "I'll be ready in a few minutes. It was a hot one today." He says talking. While he starts to soap up his body. "It was. Surprised everyone wasn't shirtless out there on the field today." Dad laughs again. "Seen that did you. My shirt was soaked in sweat. Couldn't stand it clinging to my skin. Were you doing homework on the bleachers again?" "Yes." I lie. I always have a hard time doing homework while watching Dad coach his team. I do have books out though so it looks like I'm doing homework. Dad looks me over. "Looks like you should have taken your shirt off too. You're drenched in sweat." I look down. I hadn't even noticed. "Guess I'll shower and change when I get home." I say. "Why don't you go ahead and shower here with me." Dad suggest. "I'm gonna have to be the one to ride home with you." He adds jokingly. "I don't have any clean clothes to put on." I put out happily. Because I still have a boner. "I have some clothes in lost and found that will fit you." "Oh. That's kind of nasty though. I don't know who wore them." Dad laughs. "I sterilized and washed them already. So go ahead climb on in." I pause. Trying to think of another excuse. Dad is standing there naked. Soap in hand. Water running down his body from the shower head. Looking at me expectantly. I know Dad isn't one for excuses. My mind comes up blank. I start undressing. Dad goes back to sudsing up. Getting in his pits. Lathering them up well. I strip down to my underwear. Clearly unable to conceal my boner. When I pause Dad looks up again. He's always observant. Unless he's concentrating on work. Like earlier. He notices my boner. I feel my cheeks go red. "It's okay Dillon. You know boners are a natural thing in the locker room." Knowing it and being the one with the boner are two different things though. Sure there have been guys with boners in the locker room before, but it's not an every day thing. I slowly pull down my underwear. My hard dick pushing against the waistband. Causing it to slap against my stomach and bob around when it springs free. Dad turns on the shower head next to him. While I walk toward him. Boner leading the way. I notice Dad starts to chub up a bit. His dick is a little plumper than I've ever seen it. That makes my dick throb. He hands me the shampoo. Before running the bar of soap over his pubes. Lathering up his dick and balls. I try to watch, but don't want him to catch me. I lean my head back, and wet my hair. I lather my hair while I hear Dad rubbing his body. When I rinse my hair, and look again he's washing his feet. "Will you get my back in the second?" He asks. "Sure" I say. My body shaking nervously in anticipation. A few seconds later he holds out the bar of soap. I take it. He turns around. Giving me full access to his back, and a close up view of his furry ass. I run the bar of soap with one hand and my bare hand beside it to create a lather on his skin. His back tense. I rub each area with my bare hand longer than necessary. His muscles loosing slightly. He moans. "Didn't realize how tense I was." I go all the way down his back. Grazing just above his cheeks. Wishing I could wash them too. When Dad turns around he's chubbed up quite a bit. Not quite hard, but his dick is definitely in between soft and hard. And it's huge. "Want me to get yours?" He asks. "Sure." I say handing the soap to him. I turn around. Getting a glance at his chubbed up dick while I do. He uses his strong hands on my back. It feels amazing. "You okay buddy?" He asks. Concern in his voice. "Yes. Why?" "You're shaking?" He says but with question in his voice. "It just feels good." With that silence settles, but it's not uncomfortable. He works his way down my back. Grazing just above my cheeks. Like I did on his back. "All set." He says pulling his hands away from my back. I turn around. My dick pointing straight towards the ceiling. I'm surprised Dad's dick is hard. I knew it. "That thing's a monster!" I blurt out. Dad looks confused. Follows my eyes. Laughs. "Sorry buddy. Like I said they are a natural part of the locker room." He starts rinsing off while I run the bar of soap quickly over my body. While I keep glancing at Dad's dick. Trying not to get caught. "It's okay to look." He says "every guy is curious. On some level. Even if it's just to see how they compare." I look amazed at his dick. I wouldn't have believed a dick could be that big. It's a good nine inches. Easily. Thick too. I feel his eyes on mine. Mine is probably about 6 inches. I feel my cheeks go red again. Dad grabs his dick. Giving it a squeeze and a shake. "Runs in the family. You may be eighteen, but you're probably not done growing yet. I gained an inch or two in my twenties. So I was about your size at your age." "Yours is so thick too though." "Yours looks pretty hefty. I'd say above average for your age." I blush but this time with pride at Dad's compliment. I can't help staring at his dick still. Barely able to take my eyes off it. I start to imagine what it taste like. What it would be like to suck on it. Out of reaction, and being distracted by sensory overload I lick my lips. I realize what I do and look up at Dad's face. Obviously busted because he looks surprised. Then thoughtful. Then like he's not sure of himself. Which I've never seen that look on Dad. Just plenty of other people. "Want to suck it?" "What?" I asked shocked. Halfway believing I'm dreaming. Dad look at me. Reading me with his eyes. A smile takes over his lips. His confidence back. "You ever sucked a dick before?" "No" I say embarrassed. Partially for my lack of experience. Partially for not denying I would want to in the first place. A guy shouldn't want to suck a dick. Let alone his hot Dad's who happens to be a hot coach's dick. "You do want to though?" "Yes" I say unable to lie. "Why not mine then?" "Really?" Still shocked, but I want to. It's just hard to believe he would let me. I've wanted to so long. I've never even seen it hard before today and still thought about it plenty of times "If you want to. If you don't like it that's cool too. You can do whatever you want. Go as fast or slow as you want, or just stop altogether." I really can't resist an offer like this. First off it's Dad. Second it feels like a great way to get practice in. "Okay." I say getting on my knees. "Go ahead grab it. That way you can control it like you want to." I grab Dad's dick. Bringing my mouth closer. I lick the head. Dad moans. That encourages me. I lick my lips quick before popping the head in my mouth. Stretching my lips around it. I slowly work more and more in my mouth as I get it wet with my saliva. My hand still at the base. "It's pretty big. You may want to stop there. Use your hand to rub up and down the rest of the length as you work it in and out of your mouth." I follow Dad's instructions. It takes a couple of maneuvers before I find my pace. Syncing up. Dad is moaning. "Oh fuck! That feels good. You should play with your dick with your other hand." I start stroking my throbbing dick. I moan around Dad's dick in my mouth. I can tell I'm gonna cum quickly. I look up. Dad is watching me suck his dick and play with my own. I can feel his dick tensing up. Getting harder than it already was. "Oh fuck! I'm about to cum!" Dad roars. "If you don't want to swallow my load you better pull off now. Just keep jerking my dick with your hand." I want to taste Dad's load. The cum that made me. "Last chance." He moans. "Oh." His cum starts shooting out. I feel it shoot out in my mouth. With force. That cause me to cum. Moaning around his dick as he cums. Somehow I manage to swallow every drop. It was a huge load too. When I pull off his dick I look down to see the load I blew all over the tile floor. "Whew! That was intense!" Dad says. "You cum a lot too!" He says looking at my cum. "Not as much as you still." Dad laughs. "I haven't cum in a few days. We better finish rinsing off though. It's getting late." I know he's right, but I feel disappointed at that. As we rinse off he says. "Start bringing a change of clothes. You can join me everyday if you'd like. Tomorrow though I'll return the favor." At that I get excited. My dick even gets excited. Starting to get hard again. Dad chuckles getting down on one knee. His dick filling out again too. "I'll return the favor now then. Tomorrow is a fresh score board." He says right before engulfing half my dick right off.