Joining the college sports club has always been a top priority of mine. When I looked into which clubs were available, I knew exactly where I wanted to spend my free time after school. My choice had less to do with the sport itself, and more with its leader. I didn’t realize Coach Barrett’s club would be so hard to get into, initially. When I was waitlisted, I truly thought I wouldn’t be allowed to join the club. I was crestfallen—Coach Barrett had something about him —he was masculine and tough— but also seemed to have a tender, caring side when he interacted with athletes. I’ve never found myself being attracted to another man but I caught my eyes lingering a little longer on him than usual, longer than I had ever looked at any woman. I heard the other day that one of the team members was injured and wouldn’t be able to continue with the club. Later that afternoon, I got a call to join—sucks for that guy, great for me! The only problem was I would have to play an away game with the team the following day. At that point I was just happy to be accepted, so I packed my socks and jockstraps and went on my way. I’ll admit some of my gear was a little, shall we say, musky, but I was short on time! When we met, Coach Barrett announced we’d be sharing a room with a single bed due to last-minute scheduling conflicts. I was nervous, but also very excited. I remember thinking that I get to room with one of the coolest coaches ever and not only that, I get to sleep in the same bed as him! I knew that nothing would happen, of course, but just to be that close was nice… After the game, we all headed to our separate rooms and I started down the hall with Coach Barrett, my nerves took over and I fell silent. That didn’t last long, though; Coach’s warm smile as he opened up our room for the night was like an invitation, like he knew I was nervous but would take good care of me. We’d had an intense game so we were both tired. As we plopped on the bed with all of our gear on I noticed some sweat trickling down the coach’s neck. My eyes couldn’t help follow the path the sweat took; slowly it dripped down his entire neck, following the curves of his shoulder and finally disappearing down his shirt. I wondered if it was going to fall down to one of his tender nipples, or slip down his muscular, hairy chest, over his stomach, along his happy trail, then mix with the moisture around the bush near his sweaty cock. As I was lost in my thoughts, my cock started to rise involuntarily and I started to get nervous again. At that very moment Coach Barrett jumped up from the bed and said he was going to take a shower. He peeled off his shirt, revealing his hairy chest with a toned body and I knew there was no way I could take my eyes off him now. I even noticed that the sweat that dripped from his neck had settled on a group of sweat beads that formed near his nipple and suddenly I was thirsty. He was the sexiest man I’ve ever seen and my jaw almost dropped when his shorts fell to reveal his sweat-stained jock. His musk filled the air, and once I caught a glimpse of his cock and ass, my own cock almost ripped out of my jockstrap. As he showered, I had the courage to grab his jock and stuff my nose full of his scent. It was absolutely intoxicating; my erection ached in a way I had not felt before. It throbbed in my hand while I imagined my coach in the shower next door to me. As I stroked my thickening cock, I heard the coach turn off the shower. I knew he would be out soon, and frankly, I couldn’t wait to show him what I had in store for him…
