Coach Ryerson flashed John a cocky grin, reaching one of his hands into the jockstrap he was wearing and stroking his erection.
"Happy to see me, John?" Coach growled seductively, reaching out with his other hand and gently stroking John's pecs. While not as muscular as Coach Ryerson, John had an impressive physique for an 18 year old. Ryerson slid his hand downwards, caressing John's chiseled six pack abs. The sound of Coach's voice was extremely alluring to John, filling him with an intense feeling of euphoria.
"I...I don't understand what's happening..." John muttered in a daze. What the hell had happened to Aaron? Was he dreaming?
"It's okay, John," Ryerson leaned in and whispered soothingly in his ear. Coach's fingers continued to caress down John's torso. Finally reaching John's crotch, Coach took a gentle but firm grip of John's 7 inch boner through his boxer briefs. He slowly started to stroke his hand along John's shaft, and John let out an involuntary moan of pleasure.
"Doesn't that feel good, John?" Coach asked.
"Yes, but...Aaron," John stammered, trying to focus his thoughts. The harder he tried to think about Aaron, the more clouded his mind became. It was becoming increasingly difficult for John to think of anything but Coach Ryerson.
Ryerson took John by the hand and led him over to one of the locker room's wooden benches. Coach gently pushed John onto the bench so he was now in a seated position. Ryerson grabbed the rim of his jockstrap and slowly started to pull it downwards; it was almost unbearably slow for John, who wanted nothing more but to see Ryerson's cock. After what felt like ages, Ryerson finally pulled the jockstrap down to his knees and his massive cock sprung free, slapping John in the face. The mushroom head of Ryerson's 11 inch dick was mere inches away from John's lips, leaking a delicious trail of precum. Not able to control his desires, John hungrily licked up Ryerson's precum with his tongue.
"Go on, John," Coach moaned encouragingly, running his hands through John's wavy jet black hair, "Suck on it."
The musk emanating from Ryerson's cock and balls was intoxicating. Thoughts of Aaron and everything else quickly faded from John's mind, until his single thought was Coach Ryerson. Gingerly, he parted his lips and took in the tip of Coach Ryerson's cock. Ryerson gently grabbed hold of the back of John's head as he began to thrust his dick into John's mouth. John had only previously sucked off Aaron, who had a considerably shorter and thinner cock than Coach's; he nearly gagged as he sucked on Coach. John relaxed his jaw and started to tongue the swollen tip of Coach's member. As his gag reflex subsided, John started to bob his head back and forth, taking in more and more of Coach's cock until Coach's lemon sized hairy balls were smacking him in the face. He could feel Ryerson's body began to seize up and knew that he must be close. John increased the momentum of his thrusts, pulling his own cock out of his boxer briefs and furiously jerking it off. He wanted to taste Ryerson's sweet and salty cum more than anything.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" Coach grunted as his dick erupted.
John hungrily swallowed Coach Ryerson's seed as it was pumped directly into his mouth and down his throat. It was the most exquisite thing he had ever tasted, and he wanted every last drop. After nearly a minute, the squirts of cum finally subsided and Coach Ryerson slowly extracted his dick from John's mouth.
"Fuck, Coach," John panted breathlessly, wiping away some excess cum that was dripping down his chin, "That was insanely hot."
"We're just getting started, stud," Coach Ryerson laughed mischievously, looking down at his student and giving him a wink.