My Wrestling Coach

As a six foot two, two hundred pound eighteen year old senior in high school, I thought I had it all. I was a captain of the football team, all-conference light heavyweight wrestler and I was dating the hottest girl in the school. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad and our homecoming queen. And she was a nymphomaniac. We fucked all the time. I had the best of everything. Or so I thought.

One day in my senior year, because of skipping my last class with my girlfriend to go to her place, I was late for wrestling practice. And our coach, a former Olympic wrestler, was not happy about it. As punishment, he made me spar against him all practice long. And he threw me around like a rag doll. I was a big strong boy, but Coach Strong was as big as I was and his speed and technique were light years ahead of mine. He whipped my ass and once practice was over he made me do the running I had missed by being late.

By the time I returned to the locker room all my teammates had showered and left and with Coach Strong in his office the locker room was eerily quiet. I undressed and headed towards the shower and was a little surprised to see a naked Coach Strong coming to the showers, a towel draped over his shoulder. I had always known he was still in great shape, you could tell even in his clothes, but now seeing him nude my eyes looked him over. From his big, broad shoulders and muscular chest, down his six pack abs and then my eyes bulged wide as I saw the biggest dick I had ever seen in my life swinging between his muscular thighs. I quickly looked away.

But for some reason I couldn’t keep from trying to sneak peeks at his big dick without getting caught, of course.

We stood side by side, showering in silence before Coach turned to me “You fought pretty good out there, Billy.” he said “I was impressed with you.”

“Thanks, Coach.” I said, trying to look him in the eyes but my eyes again drifted down to the monster between his legs. “Oh, shit!” I thought to myself as I saw his hand sliding soap up and down his long, thick shaft. I looked back in his eyes, hoping he hadn’t noticed. He smiled at me, but didn’t say anything. I became nervous and quickly finished my shower before heading to the scales to weigh myself before getting dressed. I wanted to just run out of there, but I didn’t want my coach to think there was anything “funny” about me so I proceeded with my normal routine, which always included weighing myself.

I got off of the scales and headed to my locker when my coach walked out of the shower and said to me “You better come in to the training room and let me give you a quick rub down. We went at it pretty hard today, I don’t want you to be too sore tomorrow.”

“I’ll be alright” I replied, not turning toward him. I didn’t want to risk him catching me looking at his massive cock. If he hadn’t already.

“Bull Shit.” he said “I’m not gonna have your mom up here kicking my ass because you’re sore tomorrow. Now get in there.”

“Alright, coach.” I conceded as I turned to do as I was told and was relieved to see he had his towel around his waist.