After the almost accident in the weight room, Coach decided that was more than enough exercise for the day. They were now both in the locker room again, their weight training done, and it seemed neither really wanted to talk about what had just conspired a few minutes ago.
Clay's head was still swimming a bit, partly from exhaustion, partly from the whiff he caught moments before, but he managed to sit himself down on one of the cold concrete benches in the locker room. To his immediate left was the door to Coach's office, on his right and far side of the room, was the entrance to the showers, a long row of them going down each wall with 4 foot concrete dividers built between each. And honestly a shower did sound pretty great right now. He was hot, stinking of sweat, and still even smelled some of stale beer from earlier that day, but he wanted to let his muscles rest and try to process what exactly happened in the weight room just a bit longer before he took one.
So while he took his shirt off and leaned against the cool metal lockers behind him, his coach was busy behind his office door only a few short feet away.
"Well done Rust," he said to himself, "You managed to almost hurt the kid and ended up just rubbing your dick across his face all within a matter of seconds." He cursed at himself, he had let some thought or fantasy of the kid distract him, and now he was probably going to get fired if the kid does go talking about it. He'd talk to Clay after a while longer and see exactly how hard the kid is taking it.
He remembered the feel of his junk pressed firmly across the kid's face and shivered a bit, he hated to admit it but he'd loved it there. It felt like it SHOULD be there. But he knew that was simply his predatory side talking. He'd seen the pure shock on the kid's face after he'd freed him from the dumbbell and knew he was definitely dosed with a lot more than he had expected to get.
"And smelled too," he added at the end, almost a whisper. He was a clean man, but he knew there was no masking the scent when a man got to building up a sweat from work. And he knew the kid had probably got a mouthful of it. The mental image of Clay sniffing at his crotch made Coach stir down below, but he quickly stopped that. The "Little guy," had made enough trouble for the coach already as it was, so he decided he'd just have to wait to find out if the kid would cost him his job or not.
As there wasn't much else to be done, coach dropped his gym shorts on the floor of his office, kicked out of them, and wrapped a clean towel around his toned waist, covering his jock with it as he did. He put on the shower shoes he kept in the corner and opened the office door. The kid was resting shirtless with his back against the lockers when he emerged, he opened his eyes when he heard the door open and glanced at the Coach's direction.
Clay had never seen Coach Dunc shirtless before, so the sight of the 6 foot 3 sculpted giant standing in the doorway wearing nothing more than a towel around his waist, as far as Clay could tell, managed to take a little bit of his breath away. Sure he'd seen other shirtless guys, even when changing in gym class, but to see a shirtless, powerful man standing only a few feet away moments after what happened in the weight room? Clay felt himself stir a little beneath his own clothes. It alarmed him a bit at first, but then he managed to get himself under control... still, he looked on.
Coach had what Clay assumed to be average body hair, his forearms and legs both had a healthy coating, but his chest was a sight to behold. It covered both pecs nicely, a dark curly fur that showed just enough skin beneath, it trailed down to a point some nearing his belly button, and burst back up into a fuzzy and inviting happy trail below the navel itself. Stuff like that never did anything for Clay before, but once more he was feeling that perhaps his shorts were a bit too tight.
Clay felt he had to speak about ANYTHING to break the silence. "Go ahead of me Coach, I'm going to let myself rest a bit more before I shower."
Coach nodded towards Clay once, just a simple acknowledgement, and made his way to the showers. He got inside the doorway and turned left, out of sight of the kid, and leaving most of the locker room out of view. He knew from his years at this school that the far left showers stayed hotter longer due to having a separate water heater, so he made his way to the first on that row and turned the nozzle.
The jets of water sprang forth from the faucet above and Coach let it run until he began to notice steam rising a minute later, testing that the water was indeed ready with his left hand first, he brought it back to the towel at his waist and began to disrobe. The towel he hung on one of the hooks mounted on the left wall, just as he was about to remove his jockstrap he made a glance at the cheap soap dispenser set on the wall next to his running shower and frowned. The soap the school supplied was awful stuff, prison grade really. The frown was due to him realizing he had forgotten his own bottle of body was he kept in his office, no doubt distracted from the circumstances that occurred earlier.
With a sigh he headed back to his office to retrieve it, grabbing his towel and putting it back around his waist before turning for the door. He emerged from the shower doorway and was walking towards his office when he stopped halfway through the locker room, just steps away from his open office door. A look of pure shock crossed his face at what he was watching.
Clay had watched his coach go through the archway and into the showers, out of sight. He exhaled as he realized he had stopped breathing entirely once he laid eyes on his coach when he first emerged from his office in only a towel. Once he saw him disappear, his mind immediately went back to that smell he'd gotten only a brief whiff of. That intoxicatingly strong scent of his Coach he'd accidentally received earlier. He couldn't get it out of his head, so he just sighed and let his mind wonder on it some more, bringing his head back to rest against the lockers behind him once more.
He was about to close his eyes again, but something caught his attention in the corner of them and he look longingly at the discarded gym shorts the coach had left in the floor of his office. He heard Coach Dunc turn on one of the showers behind him and after a quick glance that direction followed by a gulp, turned back to eye the shorts once more. His mind was swimming and he was pining for that scent again like it was the very oxygen he breathed. He reasoned with himself once more and turned his head back towards the showers, he figured he had at least 8 minutes before Coach was out, and with one final glance his direction, he turned back to the shorts, stood himself up, (on very tired limbs,) and carefully made his way into the office.
Clay's mind was shouting all kinds of reasoning as to why he shouldn't do this, but he was not listening to anything his brain was saying at the moment. He crossed into the office and walked a few more steps until the Coach's shorts were at his feet. He got down on his knees and delicately picked up the shorts like they were a live grenade and stopped.
His brain tried to plead with him to just put them down and leave like nothing happened, that this was crossing some line he didn't want to cross, but his brain wasn't in charge any more. And even a few inches away, his nose could smell a faint hint of what it wanted more of, so he caved to his cravings, brought the shorts up to his nose and mouth, and took the largest breath in he thought he'd ever take... and it was bliss.
