"Sanchez, you're late!" Coach Sinclair growled.
"No, I'm not. Class doesn't begin for another 5 minutes," Sanchez protested as he wiped the dripping sweat from his brow.
"You're teaching swimming, not cross country."
"Right. Ty, give me a medium - no better make it a large Speedo," Sanchez said, noticing the glare from Sinclair. He had already had the lecture several times about wearing clothing that was too tight around his crotch. Sanchez thought emphasizing his massive junk intimidated his students by emphasizing that he was a man and they were still boys. Sanchez was only 23, and there were some boys here that were nearly 20. Then Sinclair had engineered the embarrassing situation where naked Sanchez crossed swords with some naked 18 year old jock. Sanchez cringed remembering the humiliation of his glans pressed against that kid's massive shaft, and looking up into the guy's eyes. Chad's cock was a good 3 or 4 inches longer than Sanchez' own. He grabbed the swimsuit that Ty handed him. Chad was somewhat relieved that no one seemed to be able to hear him, when Sanchez thoughts poured into his mind.
Without showering, Sanchez stripped in his shared office, and pulled Chad on. He smiled at the extra long drawstring, and tightened the string and tied it around the root of his cock in a makeshift cock ring. His cock swelled. He patted his pouch, pulled on a t-shirt, and headed to the pool.
The bell rang as he entered. He blew his whistle, and had his class line up alphabetically in front of the pool. As he took roll, he would tap the student on the shoulder, and he would dive into the pool and swim to the other end. At last all the students were in the pool. Chad was sure Sanchez would jump in. His crotch was stinking from his morning run. Chad told him it wasn't as bad as Sinclair's body odor, but he wasn't sure.
Chad had thought Sanchez was a jerk before, but hearing his unfiltered thoughts more than confirmed it. He thought most of his Freshman students were worthless. There were a couple he wanted to recruit for the swim team, and he was nicer to them. He had two more swim classes before lunch. Sanchez never once got in the pool or showered. He headed to his office, and Chad was sure he would take Chad off. He didn't he pulled a clean pair of track pants over the Speedo covering Chad.
Sanchez ate quickly and left the teachers dining room. Chad was surprised to hear Sanchez calling someone honey. His boner tented Chad, and as he pulled off his track pants, Chad recognized Sanchez was in the Principal's office. Sanchez is getting a nooner.