Jason Walters, 178 pound high school senior and wrestling phenom finished showering and changing and grabbed his gear to head to the parking lot and go home. As he passed the wrestling practice room, he noticed the light was still on and the door was open a crack, so he pushed it open to see his coach bare-chested, in just his shorts and bare feet, doing takedowns with an imaginary opponent.
Jason froze, taken aback by the extreme muscularity of his bronzed 6'2", 198 pound coach. He had never seen Coach Jenkins almost completely naked before, or observed his lightening speed and athleticism before. Every muscle danced and popped as his sweat glistened body moved with puma like speed and grace around the mat.
"Oh hi Jase."
Jason felt embarrassed caught in the act, openly admiring another male's body, especially one of his teacher's and his coach. He couldn't explain his increased heart beat or the strange sensation in his groin.
"Working out a little late tonight Coach?"
"Yeah, I had a bit of a rough day, and it always helps to work off the frustrations with a little sweat."
"I've been meaning to tell you Jason how proud I am of you winning the State title and getting the wrestling scholarship to MSU. You've done a great job."
Jason flushed, not knowing if it was from the compliment, or the now closeness of his coach now standing about two feet in front of him with his hands on his hips, and bulge in his shorts clearly visible. Jason had the strange urge to compare his 6 ½ inches to the coach's to see if he compete with him, then mentally beat on himself for such a thought. Although he was a magnificent specimen for an 18 year old high school student, coach J's physique outshined him in every way, so Jason figured he would also win a cock measuring contest.
"I just had a thought Jase. In all the four years I have been coaching you, we have never wrestled. Are you up for a match?"
The though of matching his power against the coach caused Jason to draw in a gasp.
"Sure coach. Maybe before the rest of the team arrives tomorrow?"
"Aww come on Jase. I was thinking right now. No better time than the present."
"I just showered coach, and my singlet and practice trunks are dripping in sweat from practice, so I don't really want to put those sweaty things on again."
"That's no big deal. You can strip down to your underwear and I will wrestle in my jock."
Jason's eyes got huge as he contemplated feeling his 28 year old Adonis's hard flesh pressed to his own.
"I guess that sounds okay. Can we lock the door in case someone should come by?"
"Sure thing."
After the door was closed, Jason moved to the corner of the room and slowly started removing his clothes, avoiding eye contact with his coach. When he finally removed the rest of his clothing he looked up to see Coach J standing with a smile on his face, hands on hips, looking at Jason's crotch.
Although Jason knew Coach's cock was soft, it was evident to him, that he had a huge package. He watched as Coach turned and slowly walked to a corner with his shorts and marveled over the tight muscular ass, and once again berated himself for the stirring in his own cock, thinking 'I'm dating the head cheerleader, and women have always turned me on. I can't possibly be having these desires over a man.'