I saw this picture online and I swore it was my college wrestling coach. I knew he’d been in the service, and I knew I had to ask him about this pic, no matter what the consequences. I waited until the other guys had left the gym…dawdling purposely so I would be alone with coach. He came out of his office to tell me to hurry up so he could lock up and go home.
"Coach?" I called. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure thing, sport…what is it?"
I fished the picture out of my backpack and showed it to him.
"Is this you," I asked nervosly. "I wasn’t sure, and I knew you were in the service, but I could swear it looks like you."
"Hmmm…where’d ya find that, sport?" he mused. He didn’t seem angry or upset about it…just curious.
"Online, sir…on a website about military men." I answered cautiously.
"And were all these miltary men naked, sport?" he asked knowingly.
"Uh, yes sir, they were," I stammered.
"That’s me alright. Pretty fuckin sexy, dontcha think, sport." he said proudly.
I nodded, hardly able to speak as he put his hand on my shoulder and massaged it gently. I should have gotten dressed before confronting him about it, I thought, sitting there virtually naked…with just a damp towel draped across my lap…and my dumbass dick boning up right in front of coach.
"Tell ya what, sport. I realize you already showered n all…but why don’t you let coach show you what life was like in the military showers. I think you’d enjoy that," he sneered…pulling the towel from my lap.
I know we said we’d just jerk off together, bro…but tell you what…I’ll help you out if you’ll do me too…awright?
This is for you coach…you sexy fucker!
perfect way to start the morning…only thing better is if coach was here with me…
more of that dirty talking, cum guzzlin aussie!
This kid’s got a meat grinder for an ass, thought coach, as he caressed the writhing nymph riding his cock…
Well, coach? What are you waiting for? It’s not gonna fuck itself…
I leaned back and stared at my buddy’s spent dick after our first j/o session together.
"High five, bro," I said, holding up my hand.
He looked at at my cum coated hand, then his own…then looked back at me and laughed as he held up his elbow instead.
"Oh, fuck!" coach grunted as he grabbed the kid’s ankles for leverage, thrust his hips forward, and tried to keep up with the stud’s rhythmic ass grinding.
The team team captains thought it would be pretty funny to moon coach as he got off the bus. Coach thought it was funny too…especially since he could identify each of them by their ass alone.