Dylan had walked about 10 paces when he stood bolt upright and froze
in terror. Sometimes he was bit slow on the uptake, and with
everything that had happened - team mates becoming gear - well it was
somewhat understandable. Last week Coach Riley had mentioned that he
had hockey tickets for tonight. Dylan had said that he'd like to go.
The coach had said, "Okay it's a date. Not coach and student, but a
couple of guys going to a game. I'll pick you up at your house at
6PM."
Dylan had thought it was cool. Now he wasn't so sure. Maybe the coach
hadn't meant he needed a condom for his hot date with Dylan. Maybe
the coach was bringing a hot date along with Dylan - no that seemed
even less likely. Still Dylan was sort of flattered that the coach
considered him a hot date. In contrast to his hairy chest, the coach
had a smooth bubble butt. Dylan had seen it in the showers. At the
time he wondered if the coach waxed his butt. He half wondered what
it would be like to plow the coach's ass. He moved his own butt
uncomfortably at the thought. He'd never done it with a girl, let
alone a guy before. Oh, he'd fooled around with the guys. Jacked off,
circle jerked, and the like, but he'd never really even needed a
condom before. He glanced at his watch, and looked down at his sweaty
body. He needed to get ready. He looked at the wand, and he....