This is a work of fiction. Any relation to actual persons or places is purely coincidental. All persons depicted are over the age of 18. This story was written as a commission for a fan.
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Tim sighed as he leaned against the wall of the shower while hot water cascaded down his nude body. He was prepping for a big wrestling match and he was nervous. But more than that he was frustrated, sexually. All the time spent rolling around on mats with his opponents and no time rolling around in bed with them. It was starting to affect him during matches, the desire for the hot bodies in his arms eclipsing his desire for victory. Tim needed to get laid.
It wasn't that Tim couldn't hook up with someone if he really tried. He was an attractive enough guy, burly and hairy, short dark hair with light skin, and a bit of extra meat on his stomach and thighs. A wrestler's physique for sure. Tim just wasn't interested in the guys at his college. He liked older men. One man in particular had his eye. A man that made it even harder to concentrate on his wrestling matches because he was always around, his coach.
Coach Duncan was older, in his fifties at least Tim guessed. He had been a champion wrestler at their college many years ago and returned to coach the team a few years back. He had been Tim's coach for two years so far, and Tim had grown fond of him during that time. When they would do drills during practice, Coach would demonstrate on them sometimes. Tim loved when he got the chance to practice with him and feel his strong body pressed against him. He'd often find himself getting hard during their sessions, and it's quite difficult to hide an erection in a singlet.
Coach Duncan was much the same shape as Tim, only larger in all aspects. He had tanned skin and was balding with a thick gray beard. A certified daddy. Anytime Tim got a boner from training with him he'd stay in the shower after practice a bit longer till everyone else had left and jerk off. It was a great release but Tim wanted more, he wanted coach Duncan. But he knew it was impossible. Why would he risk his career to fuck a student? And if Tim approached him he might freak out and kick him off the team. Tim didn't even know if he was gay, he never talked about his personal life.
Tim figured a hot shower would help him relax as he prepped for his match. But as he did, Coach's strong arms and round belly kept flashing in his head. He shook his head trying to focus as he heard the locker room door swing open. He looked over and Coach was dropping his bag on the floor near the lockers and approaching him wearing his usual gray sweat suit. He didn't usually hang around the lockers when the team was showering, but Tim always enjoyed having him see his naked body. Right then was a bad time though, he was already distracted enough, Coach was only going to make it worse.
"Hey Timmy, you ready to rock?" Coach asked excitedly as he stood right outside the shower room.
"Yea coach, I'm ready," Tim replied with little enthusiasm.
"You sure? You don't sound like it. Somethin botherin you?"
"No. I'm fine coach," Tim answered as he turned the water to a gentle shower and faced him, showing off his nude front.
"You know, you been worryin me Tim," Coach said as he quickly looked Tim up and down, "Like you haven't been yourself the last few months. You were my star before but lately... Just seems like something's off. What's going on up in that head of yours?"
"I don't know coach, just kinda been having trouble focusing recently," Tim said as he continued washing, running his hands down his belly, grazing his soft cock as he circled around.
"Mhmm, I noticed. It's about time we ended that losing steak of yours," Coach said as he pulled off his sweatshirt, "I thought you might need some encouragement today so I came prepared," he continued as he kicked off his shoes and pushed down his sweatpants, baring himself in his own singlet that he always wore underneath his clothes, "Turn around Timmy, I'll show you something."
Tim complied and turned back around, he was curious what Coach had in mind. He suddenly felt Coach's strong hands on his shoulders and shuddered. He'd never done something like that before, Tim was surprised but excited to have him touching him. Coach started massaging Tim's neck and shoulders then moved down to his arms, rubbing them firmly. The hot water relaxed Tim's muscles and allowed Coach to dig out the deep tense knots Tim had been carrying. It felt so good Tim didn't even realize his cock was growing hard, his mind was wrapped up in the pleasure.
"This is something an old coach of mine did for me when I was havin problems back in the day, sort of a... Special lesson," Coach explained as he worked down Tim's back to his waist, "I wasn't sure at first, but I think it'll help you too."
Coach's hands slid onto Tim's ass, startling him out of his trance. He worked Tim's glutes in his hands roughly. Tim gasped as he looked down and realized he was fully erect. Coach's strong fingers felt so good against his flesh. Tim was stunned, this was no ordinary massage was it? He was about to find out.
"I think I know what your issue is," Coach continued as he slid his hands around Tim's hips," And if I'm right, it probably starts riiight around here," Coach's hand wrapped around Tim's hard shaft as he pressed his body against Tim's back.
"C-coach?" Tim trembled and groaned as Coach grabbed onto his manhood.
"Just as I thought," Coach said confidently as he slid his hand up Tim's wet cock, "This is what's distractin you isn't it," he breathed heavily on Tim's ear as he pulled back his foreskin and rubbed his fingers on his head.
Tim couldn't believe it, Coach was rubbing his cock. His fantasies were coming to life and his body was red hot and ready to dive in. Tim could feel a hard mass pressing into his ass cheeks. That excited him even more, his crush was hard for him. It wasn't just about helping his star athlete, Coach wanted him, just like Tim wanted Coach. Tim turned the water off and pressed his ass back against Coach's bulge
"Yes Coach. I just get so horny I can't focus."
"I've seen," Coach replied as he pulled Tim's flesh back down to the base of his cock and started slowly stroking him, "You keep getting hard when we train. That's how I knew this would help you. You just need to release all that pressure so your mind is sharp."
"Yes coach," Tim groaned as Coach worked his shaft, "Can you help me?"
"I'll help you Timmy. But this is a secret technique ok? You can't let any of the other guys know about it. Can you do that?"
"Yes Coach, I promise."
"Good boy. Now let's get started..."
Coach pushed Tim roughly against the wall of the shower and dug his bulge into Tim's ass. Tim groaned as Coach dry humped him against the wall. Coach grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, grabbing onto his cock to continue stroking him. Tim pushed forward and pressed his lips against Coach's, his thick beard tickling Tim's face. Coach responded by shoving his tongue into Tim's mouth, grabbing his neck, and pushing his back against the wall.
Tim reached out and took one of Coach's shoulder straps and pulled it down. Coach lifted his shoulder and Tim was able to pull it off, revealing Coach's beefy, hairy chest. Coach removed the other strap and Tim pulled it down to his waist. Coach was barrel chested, with thick grey hairs surrounding his pink nipples. Tim reached up and squeezed his chest as they continued vigorously kissing. Tim's rigid cock poked against Coach's bulge as he squeezed his nipples, making him groan into Tim's mouth.
Coach pulled back and took hold of Tim's head. He pressured him towards his chest, Tim followed his lead and brought his head down to suck Coach's nipple into his mouth. Tim sucked on the erect nub and swirled his tongue around as he squeezed Coach's other nipple between his fingers. Coach moaned and pressed Tim's mouth firmly against his chest as he rubbed his own bulge through his singlet. Tim popped off Coach's nipple and sucked the other into his mouth while reaching down and stroking his own cock.
"Knowing how to touch mans body, how he's gonna react dependin which part you touch or muscle you pull, that's the key to bein a good wrestler. And there's no better way to learn about a man's body than this."
Coach pushed Tim's head once again, downwards this time. Tim dropped to his knees, his eyes locking onto Coach's bulge. Tim's mouth watered as he looked up at Coach, his head peeking down at him over his big belly. Tim grabbed hold of Coach's singlet and yanked the tight fabric down. As he did, Coach's cock sprang free and smacked Tim's cheek. He moved back and took in the wondrous sight of coach Duncan's hard dick before him. Just like the rest of his body Coach was a bit bigger than Tim, thick and cut, surrounded by a forest of gray hairs.
Tim didn't hesitate, he grabbed Coach's shaft and sucked his round, pink head into his mouth. Coach groaned and held on to Tim's head as he started blowing him. Tim slid his tongue along the underside of Coach's firm flesh as he sucked him. He stroked himself as he looked up at Coach. Coach's face was red with a grin stretched across it. He rubbed his belly as Tim worked his dick, enjoying his star players wet, warm mouth. Coach grabbed Tim's head with both hands and pulled on him forcefully, shoving his cock as deep as he could into Tim's mouth.
"That's it Timmy," Coach grunted as Tim choked on his cock, "Train your lungs, they need to be strong so you don't lose your breath during a match."
Coach's cock pulsed in Tim's throat as he held him there. Tim's eyes watered as he gagged, drool splattering down onto his chest. Coach finally released Tim's head and he pulled off Coach's cock, gasping for air. Coach didn't let him take a break however, pulling Tim's head back and sliding his hairy, wet cock along Tim's face. Tim stuck out his tongue as he panted, letting Coach slide his shaft up his face and bring his large, hairy balls to his mouth.
"A man's biggest weak spot. Of course you can't just grab your opponent by the balls and make em submit," Coach explained as he stroked his shaft while Tim lapped his tongue on his sagging sack, "But if you know how to position yourself and apply pressure right, you can crush em legally and make your opponent tap," Coach pulled Tim's head closer, slipping his loose ball into his mouth, "You gotta know how to handle a man's balls Timmy."
