The guy standing there is a total muscle stud. It was the new coach. Chad didn't even know his name. Coach Munro had been in a car accident, and the school district hired this stud fresh out of college to substitute.
Chad had first bumped into the guy when they were both naked. Chad was heading into the shower, and the new coach was coming out. They literally bumped into each other in the doorway. Chad's smooth sweaty chest slammed into the coach's wet hairy chest. Their two big cocks slapped together. Chad looked up into the coach's dark brown eyes.
"Oof! Excu-," Chad had started to say.
But the new coach silently jammed his wet hands into Chad's sweaty armpits, and pressed his thumbs into Chad's shoulders. Then he lifted the 185 lb naked quarterback up, and carried Chad out of the doorway, and gently slammed him against the tile wall next to the doorway. Then the coach stone-faced took a step into Chad. The coach's point nipples drilled into Chad's hard upper pecs like they were soft. His wet furry torso swept across Chad's smooth body, as the coach turned and silently, strode away. Chad's jaw dropped. He stood there and watched the retreating hairy back side of the muscle god until the coach disappeared around the corner. Then Chad breathed out. He hadn't realized that he had stopped breathing when the coach had picked him up, and bodily moved him.
Chad looked down at his fully erect cock. It was dripping pre-cum. Chad knew that it had been since the hairy brute had picked Chad up like he was a little kid. Chad blushed. He looked around. He thanked god that no one else was around. He usually had a short intense workout during his study hall, followed by a long shower, and jerk off session. That day had been no different- except instead of thinking of Karen, Megan or Amber while he jerked off, he couldn't stop thinking of the new coach.
In the days that followed, Chad altered his routine. He told himself he didn't need to workout as much since football season was over. Instead of jerking off, he managed to hookup with the library assistant Bette during his study hall one day. Then he bullied that Chan kid the next day into giving Chad a BJ. He saw the new muscled coach around the school, and instantly found himself hard. Thursday while bored during Ms. Stoner's lecture about snakes, he had watched the coach working out in only tiny coach shorts on the lawn outside the classroom window. For some reason, Chad got really excited when the coach did his hundred push-ups. Chad actually blew a load in his jeans. He looked around the class. He was glad he was in the last desk by the window. Rick was in the next desk, but he seemed focus on the slide presentation.
"Red touch yellow kill a fellow," Rick muttered as he took notes.
King Snake versus Coral Snake, Chad had learned all that in scouts when he was ten.
Friday, the secret admirer note arrived. That day he didn't cum once. Damn he was so horny.
Saturday morning, the new coach went to the locker that Sinclair had assigned him. He opened the locker, and reached for the new Speedo waiting there for him. Today he would meet the Swim Team.
Chad was airborne. The same powerful hands that had lifted him like a rag doll, now spread his waistband wide. He felt the muscle god's leg hairs tickle Chad's smooth spandex leg holes, as he was pulled up his hairy calves, and thighs before Chad swallowed the man's massive equipment. Gulp. Coach tied Chad's draw string behind his balls, and around his cock root, as the coach tightened the suit.
Then silent oblivious to Chad's silent gagged screams, the coach headed to the pool showers. The speedo pouch was tented with the coach's 11 inch morning wood. The coach jerked off in the shower. He grinned down at his now flaccid bulge. All evidence of his ejaculation was washed away or maybe it was absorbed? He continued into the natatorium to meet the swim team.
"Okay, boys, your new coach is here. Do what he says, and try to win the meet this afternoon," Coach Sinclair said. As he passed the Speedo clad muscle god entering the natatorium, Sinclair added over his shoulder, "Good luck!"
Bruno eyed the stud cautiously, and wondered whether Sinclair's "good luck" was directed toward to new coach or toward the swim team.