Ever since Ethan had been scouted he’d been slowly progressing through the ranks of our club. Still, there’s no doubt that he’s been distracted: his personal training sessions with Coach Patrick often ended with noticeable improvement in performance, but the longer he’s without a training session, the less focused he seems to become. The club members decided he needed some special training, so we decided to outsource and bring in a new coach that could spend more time with Ethan. Someone that can really get to the root of Ethan’s issues. Coach Dan was a well-traveled gym teacher with years of experience all around the country, but he felt it was time for him to settle down. When he was offered a position as a private trainer for our club, and especially once he saw our roster out on the field, he didn’t have to think twice about it. One-by-one he scanned our boys, taking mental notes of their best and worst attributes. His gaze was caught on a tall brunette boy with a slender build and a soft beautiful face. Coach Dan was mesmerized by how this small, lanky boy dominated the field. That boy’s dominance—Ethan’s—started to subside when Ethan noticed he was being watched. He avoided any sort of eye contact, and with it, his play faltered. Coach Dan immediately could tell that that boy he was summoned to lead was Ethan. His eyes were glued as he watched Ethan run up and down the field. Coach watched the sweat drip down onto Ethan’s chest, gluing his thin t-shirt to his tight body. Coach’s eyes, trained to assess quality and conditioning, couldn’t help but wander to the bulge in the youngster’s shorts bouncing up and down. Was the boy not wearing underwear or a jock? As they got closer to each other, Coach Dan tried to shake himself free of those thoughts so they wouldn’t get in the way of his professionalism. He was almost completely unaware of how long his stare lingered, that he almost missed that Ethan was not just running, but running right towards him. “Hi, I’m Ethan. I take it you’re the new coach here to train me?” he said with a half smile. Coach Dan seemed to go into autopilot as he introduced himself; he was distracted. Ethan’s beautiful eyes and fit body were, up close, overwhelming. And Coach was still wrestling with the fact he was probably just caught staring at the boy’s cock. Coach Dan’s own tool began to stir underneath his shorts. When he went in closer for a handshake, he got a whiff of the boy’s sweat, and the spice-scent nearly made the Daddy dizzy. Ethan went back onto the field, not a moment too soon, as Coach’s crotch contents were close to bursting out of his shorts by then. Weeks passed and, through Coach’s training and supervision, their bond seemed to strengthen quicker than both had imagined. Ethan had been improving with every session, but it wasn’t until one particularly hard day for Ethan that the sexual tension between the two came to a head. There had been moments when Coach wanted to grab Ethan’s face and shove his throbbing DILF-cock down Ethan’s throat. When Ethan sat down in the locker room–venting out his grievances about the day–Coach couldn’t help but grab Ethan close to comfort him with his large, warm body. The mixed smell of Ethan’s sweat and the used locker room jockstraps intoxicated them both, and the Coach’s cock started to grow during even their brief body contact. Then, he felt something brush against him—he wasn’t the only one getting excited about being this close! Ethan realized what had happened and quickly covered his growing hard-on as he backed away. “Nothing to be ashamed of,” Coach Dan reassured the boy. “It happens.” “It happens when…” Ethan stammered, “…I think of you.” Ethan may have spoken shyly, his voice low and his eyes darting, but he rubbed the growing cock underneath his shorts. They looked at each other, and knew what to do without speaking. They undressed each other in that locker room, their moans echoing, their sweat pooling on the floor. Ethan found that dominance that so alluded him on the field. He bent the larger, older man over into any position he craved, mercilessly ramming the Coach’s mouth first, then bending him over to expose his jockstrap-clad, meaty rear. Ethan had desired this since he first caught Coach Dan staring on the field so many weeks ago. Having a big man like Coach completely fold to him—that’s what got Ethan’s sprint going. Ethan plowed into the Coach with stamina that impressed them both. But even passion has limits, and as Ethan’s cock filled his Coach’s hole to the brim, this star athlette found himself painfully close to his climax. He shouted as his hot load filled up all the crevices of his instructor, threatening to spill out either of them pulled away. He collapsed onto Coach Dan and they laid together: sweaty, exhausted, and better for it.
