Splash!
"Sanchez?" asked Coach Sinclair emerging from his swim. He could see the dark muscled outline underwater coming toward him.
"Hey, Bruce!" said Sanchez surfacing in front of Coach Sinclair. He grabbed Sinclair's crotch, and squeezed tight. It made Chad yelp, but Coach Sinclair bit his lip, and was silent. Sanchez's kung fu grip caused Sinclair to get hard and begin to leak precum.
"I guess you know why I'm here?"
"Why don't you tell me?" said Sinclair cautiously.
"Haha, hoping I'm here to talk sports? Or take you out for a beer? Or that I'm not here to collect on our little bet?"
Sanchez laughed, let go of Sinclair's oozing crotch, and put his strong arm across fat Sinclair's broad shoulders. He guided the older man toward the ladder to exit the pool.
"I can see you're happy to see me," commented Sanchez, as he glanced at Sinclair's tented Speedo. He wasn't sure whether Sinclair was trying to jerk off his hard on, or suppress it, but his hand seemed busy down there.
Bruce Sinclair couldn't help but admire Coach Sanchez's muscled abs, chest. and arms. He tried to look over his shoulder to see Sanchez's famous buns of steel.
"Yeah? You know I am a total top, so don't even go there, Brucey," commented Sanchez, "Now let's go somewhere private, where I can collect, you know?"