Coachs Special Training

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."

Tim knew how alright. He gently sucked Coach's furry egg into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. The pair stroked their own cocks as Tim lovingly sucked Coach's balls one at a time then swallowed them both, stuffing his mouth. Tim massaged Coach's balls with his tongue, soaking his thick bush. Coach suddenly pushed Tim's head back and held out his arm. Tim grabbed it and Coach pulled him up to his feet. Coach removed his singlet completely and stepped out of the shower. Tim followed him into the locker room, a basic room with lockers along either wall and a bench in the middle.

"I've got one more lesson for you Tim. Lay down there on the bench," Coach instructed as he opened his bag and reached inside.

Tim laid down on the wooden bench as Coach came around to his legs. He had a jar in his hand and reached his fingers inside. When he pulled them out they were coated in a slick, shiny goo.

"There's another spot on a man you can use to get the advantage, I think you know where it is," Coach said as he kneeled down next to Tim's waist, "Lift up your legs Timmy."

Tim obeyed and lifted his legs, grabbing his thighs with his hands to hold himself up.

"When you get your opponent here," Coach continued as he rubbed his fingers against Tim's asshole, "They lose focus. Just like you've been doin."

Tim moaned as Coach ran circles around his tight hole. Coach reached his other hand around and picked up Tim's cock, starting to stroke him as he pressed his digits into Tim's anus.

"Ohhhhh... Coach..." Tim moaned as Coach manipulated both his most sensitive areas.

"When you train, and your opponent presses against your ass, it turns you on right?" Coach interrogated Tim as he slid two fingers in and out of his ass and jerked his shaft.

"Hnngg... Yes Coach!"

"And when you get turned on you get hard and can't concentrate," Coach continued as he pushed his fingers in deep all the way to his knuckles.

"Yyyes Coach!"

"You know how it feels, so you know how to do it to your opponent. Confuse em, make em lose focus," Coach said, pulling his fingers out and taking position between Tim's legs, "And if you get hard during a match? Good, use it," Coach touched the tip of his cock against Tim's puckered asshole, "Get behind your opponent and show them who the alpha male is!"

Coach thrust his hips forward, spreading open Tim's ass, his thick pink head disappearing inside him. Tim grunted and clenched his teeth as Coach entered his tight asshole. It was everything he had imagined, otherworldly pleasure flowed through him. Coach retreated then pushed in harder, forcing more of himself inside. He grabbed onto Tim's thighs and held him in place as he started a repetitive thrusting motion, pushing in deeper and deeper every time.

"The weak one's will submit," Coach grunted as he thrust, his belly rippling with every slap against Tim's ass, "givin themselves to you." Coach pushed Tim's legs back leaning over as he fucked him, his long beard scraping Tim's chest, "The strong ones will fight back. Then it's a battle for top dog. That's when you gotta fight your hardest."

Tim could barely pay attention to Coach's words as his mind melted with ecstasy. His ass hugging Coach's thick rod, filling him with divine pleasure. Tim was leaking precum all over himself as his ass was filled completely

"So Timmy, which one are you? Weak or strong?" Coach panted, "Are you just gonna lay there and get fucked, or are you gonna fight back?"

Tim's eyes shot open wide as he was challenged. He reached up and grabbed Coach's head. He pulled him down and shoved his tongue into Coach's mouth as he shifted his weight and rolled. He held onto Coach as they slid off the bench and crashed down onto the floor, Coach now on his back and Tim on top. Tim got his feet under him and propped himself up, taking control riding Coach's cock.

"That's my boy," Coach exclaimed proudly as he laid back and let Tim do the work.

Tim gripped Coach's chest as he slammed his hips down on him again and again. His cock slapped between both their bellies, splattering his precum everywhere. Coach's hairy body was moist with sweat, his stomach hairs sticky with cum. Tim dropped his hips and gyrated, grinding his cock up and down Coach's wet, hairy belly. Tim was in heaven, looking down at the man he's been fantasizing about as he rode him. Coach looked back up with a huge grin on his face, thoroughly enjoying Tim's ass.

After fucking for a bit Coach hooked his hands under Tim's ass and sat up. He kissed Tim deeply as he pulled his legs back under him. With his meaty legs Coach lifted Tim up, his cock still deep in his ass. Coach grunted as he used all his strength to suspend Tim in the air and slam his back against the lockers. Tim was in heaven having Coach manhandle him, he wrapped his arms around Coach's neck as he kissed him back. The pair were slick with sweat as they furiously fucked. They kissed passionately against the lockers, Tim curled up in Coach's hairy arms. Tim's feet dangled in the air as Coach used his ass for his own pleasure.

As Coach's muscles strained he pulled his cock from Tim's ass and dropped him to his feet. Coach pushed Tim roughly against the lockers and continued kissing him while Tim reached down and rubbed their stiff cocks together. Coach reached up and wrapped his fingers around Tim's neck tightly. Lesson time was over, Coach was acting purely out of lust. He aggressively spun Tim around, mashed his face against the lockers, and pulled his ass out.

Tim's cock ached as it dripped precum down to the floor below. Coach held Tim's head in place as he forced himself back inside of his ass. Tim wailed as Coach began fucking him even rougher than before. The loud slapping and Tim's moans filled the locker room. Tim's ass felt better than ever before, pleasure flowed through him and built up a massive pressure in his cock.

Coach took hold of Tim's hands and pinned them above his head as he continued plowing him. Tim's moans were drowned out by Coach's grunts as he reached the peak of pleasure. Coach continued slamming Tim's ass as he exploded inside of him, filling him with his hot seed. Tim cried out as warmth filled his ass and launched him into a never before felt realm of pure pleasure. As his hard cock bounced with every thrust of Coach's hips Tim erupted, coating the wall of lockers in front of him. Tim shot out a thick rope every time Coach slammed into him. The two shared a hot and sweaty orgasm, their bodies connected by a thick, veiny rod. Coach pressed his cock in deep as he drained every bit of cum from his body into Tim's ass. Tim's cock spurt out one last shot before his orgasm died down as well and cum oozed out of his slit.

Coach released his grip on Tim's hands and let them fall to his side. He slowly pulled back and his cock slumped out of Tim's ass and flopped down to rest, covered in slime. Coach sat back on the bench to rest and catch his breath. Tim stood still, leaning on the lockers, still in a daze from his intense orgasm. His nerves were fried, his body felt calm and peaceful.

"Ahhh..." Coach sighed, "Howdya feel now Timmy? Head all clear?"

"Yes Coach..." Tim replied, exhaling deeply.

"I thought so," Coach continued as he grabbed his bag and dug into it, "Now you got nothin to distract you. Remember what I taught you, and remember this feeling..."

Tim winced as he felt something pressing into his ass again, much smaller than Coach's cock.

"Keep my cum in your ass, remember how hard you worked for it," Coach said as he inserted a buttplug into Tim's tender asshole, "If you can take that you can take anything your opponent is gonna throw at ya."

"Yes Coach," Tim answered, flexing his anus to suck the butt plug into place.

Tim pushed himself off the wall and turned to see Coach, sweaty and red, his cock hung down and softening. His dream had come true, and his mind was sharper than ever. He didn't need to worry about his horniness distracting him anymore. Coach solved that problem. Tim's ass belonged to him now, and he wasn't going to let his star athlete fall back into that rut ever again. The two toweled off and got dressed, ready for the upcoming match.

"Let's go kick some ass Timmy!" Coach pumped him up.

"Yes Coach!" Tim shouted back, fired up and raring to go.

"And after the match I'm gonna fuck this ass," Coach added as he slapped Tim's ass as the two made their way out of the locker room.

"Fuck yes, Coach!"

Tim went on to dominate his opponent in the wrestling match, setting his own personal record time. After the match Coach went on to dominate Tim in the showers. With coach Duncan's new training regimen Tim was better than ever, and there was nothing stopping the duo on their way to the top. Not yet anyway.