Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2016 14:31:08 -0500
From: Stevie D <sdstories99@gmail.com>
Subject: HS Athletic Department

            "Those kids must have left the water running again," grumbled
Coach Evans as he walked from his office in the locker room over to the
shower room.

            The locker room appeared to be empty as he could hear none of
the horsing around or rough housing that usually ensued after practice.
The steam hung thick in the air as Coach Evans could hear multiple
showerheads running.  It had been only the first day of school, but
football season was well under way and today's practice had been
particularly grueling in the still blazing late August sun; and Coach Evans
had yet to shower off after practice.  He had been going over some game
film in his office for Friday's game but had decided that it was time to
get himself cleaned up, since, of course, the showers were already running
and warmed up.  Coach Evans stripped off his school emblazoned polo shirt,
kicked off his shoes and socks, and pulled down his shorts and jockstrap.
He cast aside his clothes at the entrance of the open shower room and
walked into the thick steam to shower off before going home.



            Henry Warner, known to his family and friends as Hendo, walked
back into the locker room after finishing an extra session in the weight
room.  He had made it a habit to get some extra work in the weight room
after practice; he had been a standout running back during his first two
years in high school, but last year he was named all-state as a junior.
Earlier in his high school career he had believed that his future was to
earn a lacrosse scholarship for his exploits as a midfielder but now he
knew a Division 1 football scholarship was within reach and he was never
one to shy away from some hard work.  Hendo heard the showers running and
was perplexed since he knew he was the last of his teammates to leave.
Since he had to pass the shower room on his way to his locker, he poked his
head in through the cloud of steam.

            "Oh my..." Hendo stifled a gasp as he recognized the figure
standing in the steam with his back to him.

            He knew instantly that was his coach and gym teacher washing
himself under the streaming showers.  He blushed even though no one was
around.  It was unlike Coach Evans to be naked within the possible sights
of impressionable students.  Hendo's modesty surprised even himself, he
wasn't the type to be bashful around his friends or teammates but now he
was feeling almost embarrassed.  He quickly withdrew from the edge to the
shower room towards his locker when he tripped over something on the
ground.  Coach Evan's discarded clothes had tripped up the normally sure
footed tailback; this was getting more and more into Hendo's head.  Without
thinking, Hendo balled up Coach Evan's jockstrap, grabbed his bag from his
locker and high tailed it out of the locker room.

            "What the fuck?" asked Hendo to himself as he unwadded the
fabric in his hand from the safety of the drivers seat of his jeep.

            Not knowing why he kept it, he stuffed the jock into his bag
and drove home.


            Later that night, Coach Evans was changing out the clothes from
his workbag and noticed his jock was missing.  He cursed to himself quietly
that he had left it on the floor of the locker room.  Gruffly he kept
getting ready for the next morning, what a way to end the first day of
school, losing his jock and going to bed horned up and sexless.  After
watching the late edition of Sportscaster, the large coach got into bed as
quietly as possible; his 10 and 6 year olds were already in bed and his
newly pregnant wife had been asleep for hours.  Coach Evans thought about
rubbing one out but ended up deciding against it and drifted off to sleep.

            The next morning he woke up to his wife downstairs with the
kids making breakfast with coffee ready for him.  Mornings were always his
favorite part of being a dad, the kids were playful and not yet fighting
over whatever sibling rivalry there was and they were still young enough to
enjoy going to school.  He always lamented the fact that during the school
year he had to leave his family earlier than his wife or kids to get to
school in time for him to be ready for the day before homeroom started.  As
usual he left on a high note and playfully slapped his wife's butt on the
way out, turning and giving her a wink; both of them were still very much
in love and attracted to each other even after 12 years of marriage.  Coach
Evans had to admit that he was a lucky man.



            That same morning, Hendo woke up after sleeping like a rock.
He normally didn't go to bed as early as he should, but when he got home
from school the day before he had jerked off maybe 5 or 6 times.  Perhaps
that isn't unusual for a guy in his last year of high school swimming in
adolescent hormones, but it was a lot when you consider that Hendo was
typically a horny early riser, getting one or 2 off before he had to trudge
off to school.  His fantasies had always been pretty evenly split between
men and women, and in this day and age of a generally more accepting social
atmosphere, he had no problem admitting to himself that he was bi sexual;
though acceptance could be hard to come by as a football player and as the
star of the team he kept those feelings to himself.  Last night, though,
men dominated his fantasies.

            "Fuck!" muttered Hendo as he looked at the clock.

            He had overslept; he must have turned off his alarm in his
sleep.

            "Henry!  Get up!  You're gonna be late!" Yelled his mom from
downstairs.  His mom still insisted on calling him Henry.

            "I'm up!" replied Hendo.

            He quickly threw on an old Iowa Wrestling t-shirt that his
brother hand handed down to him after going away to that college on a
wrestling scholarship.  Next to his bed he spotted Coach Evans' discarded
jock.  A smile came across his face and his cock started to throb.  The
thought of wearing another man's used underwear let a lone his hunky
coach's was a big turn on for him.  He quickly picked it up and held it to
his nose and inhaled.  The smells of sweat, musk, and something that may
have been a hint of urine filled his nostrils.  At this point his cock was
leaking.  A glance at the clock told him that he had 10 minutes before the
last bell for homeroom sounded; no time to jerk off.  He quickly pulled on
the jock and a pair of shorts.  He grabbed his school stuff and football
bag and thundered down the stairs.

            "You sound like a damn heard of elephants!" called Jim Warner,
his dad, as the front door slammed behind him.

            Hendo ended up being 5 minutes late to homeroom.  It wasn't
that much of a problem; he was an excellent student and was even taking on
a few AP courses.  In his childhood his mom, a naval engineer, had always
challenged him to learn all that he could; a trait that had followed him
throughout high school.  A little bit of sweet-talking, high athletic
exploits, and his course load probably let him get away with more than the
average student.  Typically, though, he followed the rules.



            Phweet!

            "That's it!  Hit the showers!  Don't you dare leave any
equipment out here I'm not you're damn maid!" Bellowed Coach Evans as the
football team finished the last of suicides for the day.

            Coach Evans led the way back inside the school flanked by his
assistant coaches discussing the just finished practice.  Mostly the
younger players gathered the equipment used for practice that day, familiar
with the drill of paying their dues.

            "I think Coop has come along way, Will.  He's got a rocket and
getting better with his touch throws and boy can that kid run the option!"
Assistant Coach Riley said to Coach Evans, referring to Zack Cooper.

            "I can't believe I'm about to trust a sophomore to quarterback
my team.  He didn't even get on the bench last year," replied Coach Evans.

            "Getting those reps on JV really helped him.  He just needs
extra help going over game tape and reading coverages," added Coach Riley.

            "Well, you've been doing good working with him, Todd.  I wish I
could have devoted more time but with all those graduations last year our
defense has been a mess.  Keep coaching him up and I'll jump in when I have
the extra time to reinforce everything," added Coach Evans.

            The two continued walking down the hill from the practice field
to the school and then entered the coach's office.  The other assistant
coaches joined them as they fired up the tv and cleared the white board to
finalize the game plan for Friday so they could begin implementing it the
next day on the practice field.  After only 30 minutes they had tied up the
loose ends and begun to leave.  It was just after 6pm when they had
finished.

            "You heading home, Will?" Coach Riley asked Coach Evans.

            "Nope, I had the league meeting with the other head coaches and
officials during my free period today.  Didn't get a chance to get my
workout in.  Gotta get that done now to keep my sanity," replied Coach
Evans as Coach Riley left.

            Coach Evans walked down the hall to the well-appointed weight
room expecting to find it empty.  Inside was a lone figure; the star of the
team, Henry Warner, pumping out a rep of power cleans.  Coach Evans knew
that Hendo had been putting in extra work with the weights but he was still
surprised to see the intensity with which the kid was going at it after
their in season lifting session and a long tough practice.  "This kid must
really want to be great," Coach Evans thought to himself.  He cleared his
throat to make himself known as he fully entered the weight room and began
to warm up on the bench.

            "Oh hey, Coach, didn't expect anyone else in here," said Hendo
as he turned down the stereo he had blasting after he finished his set.

            "Usually get my workout in earlier.  You in here everyday after
practice?  Gonna burn yourself out, kid," replied Coach Evans as he racked
more weight on the bench and began his working sets.

            "No worries, Coach, I gotta push myself if I wanna make it big
in college.  I don't wanna ride the bench at school I wanna play!" puffed
Hendo as he finished another set.

            "Well you still gotta preform here.  If you really want I'll
draw up a workout plan for you that will compliment what we are already
doing," suggested Coach Evans before he pumped out 2 more heavy sets.

            "Yeah!  That would be great!" exclaimed Hendo.

            The two of them kept their small talk conversation going while
they lifted.  Coach Evans eventually moved from the bench press to some
incline dumbbell presses and some flies.  Finally he finished up with some
dips.  Hendo, on the other hand moved to some squats.  Coach Evans shook
his head to himself about how this kid just went from big lift to big lift,
he definitely needed some more guidance if he was going to be putting in
all this extra work.

         "Coach, can you give me a spot for this last set?" Asked Hendo.

         Coach Evans walked over to the squat rack the young football
player as at and assumed the position behind him. He had great form,
thought Coach Evans, has Hendo lowered and raised the heavy weight twice.
On the last rep, as Hendo squatted down there was the unmistakable sound of
fabric ripping.   Coach Evans didn't flinch and neither did Hendo as he
maintained his composure and finished the rep.  Coach Evans knew Hendo was
a special player on the field, but the kid was really showing that he was a
special one off the field too.  Not many people his age have the drive and
work ethic that Hendo did, and it greatly impressed the head football coach.

         "Good job, Hendo. Looks like you out worked your shorts there. I
hope you wore some drawers today!" chided Coach Evans as he patted Hendo on
the shoulder and stepped away to assess the damage.

         "Shit!  They really split!" Gasped Hendo, trying to catch his
breath from his set and reaching behind him to feel the damaged shorts.

         "Right down the seam. No worries, no ones here to see your bare
ass!  You boys nowadays aren't wearing any support?" Boomed Coach Evans,
laughing at his star player a little.

         "I am wearing a jock... strap," stuttered Hendo, suddenly realizing
that he was wearing the jock he stole from his coach the night before.

         "Good.  Don't sweat ripping the shorts if you lift long and hard
enough shit like this is bound to happen." Said Coach Evans.

         Hendo was still beet red from embarrassment as the two left the
weight room and headed down the short hall to the athletics locker room.
He changed the subject, asking his coach about how his wife's pregnancy was
going and how his kids were doing. Even though Coach Evans tried to put
forth a air of aloofness toward his players he invariably became invested
in them and vice versa.  The chilly air of the hallway breezed across
Hendo's bare backside and he instinctively pulled the waistband up then
remembering the rip in the fabric.

         Coach Evans was half a stride behind Hendo as he had paused to
turn off the lights to the weight room and lock the door on the way out.
When his player had noticeably shivered and pulled up the waistband of his
shorts he took quick notice. His eyes darted to the running back's bare
bottom as the athletic shorts overlapped and revealed the jockstrap
waistband beneath. Coach Evans stopped dead in his tracks.  The waistband
of the jock was slightly discolored. It was a small imperfection in the
fabric, but immediately noticeable and familiar to the football coach.  His
wife had accidentally done a load of his and her workout clothes without
knowing her lip-gloss has somehow made it into the washer.  It resulted in
an odd tinge affecting their clothes.  Hendo, his star player, not only had
taken his underwear but he was mowing wearing it!  Coach Evans immediately
felt a twinge in his cock at that thought.

         "Earth to Coach..." Exclaimed Hendo holding the door to the locker
room open and knocking Coach Evans back into reality.

         "Thanks, kid" replied Coach Evans as he walked through the door
more subdued than before.

         Hendo caught the change in demeanor and figured that Coach Evans
just wanted to get home. He thought nothing more of it as he first went and
turned on a shower to get the hot water running then sauntered over to his
locker. He stripped down and grabbed some soap and shampoo before heading
back toward the shower room already billowing steam into the main locker
room.

         Coach Evans watched through the window of his office.  He saw his
player stripping out of his sweaty clothes, pausing for a split second in
just his jock to cup his package.  Coach Evans knew then, for sure, that
Hendo was wearing the jock that he thought he had lost the previous day.
Coach Evans' cock started to throb in the confines of his own jock and
shorts. Before he could stop himself, Coach Evans realized he was making
his way over to the players' showers. He knew he had to be careful;
normally he wasn't like this except during his sex droughts during his
wife's pregnancies.  What ate at him was that Hendo had never given him any
other inclination that he was interested.  He stopped on the way to the
showers at Hendo's locker, kneeling down and picked up the player's sweaty
jock.  Upon inspection, it was Coach Evan's.  This was all the confirmation
he needed as he began to strip off his clothes.

         Hendo was busy soaping himself up in the shower.  He had his rock
hard eight and a half inch cock and balls all lathered up and his mind kept
jumping back to catching a glimpse of coach in the shower yesterday and to
sharing the weight room with him today.  For a split second he thought
about jerking off in the shower, knowing he was alone in the players'
showers but thought better of it.  He'd be home in a few minutes to take
care of that.  As his face emerged from the flowing water from rinsing his
body his heart skipped a beat as he nearly jumped out of his skin.

         "Mind if I join ya?  Hot water is on the fritz in the coach's
office," explained Coach Evans.

         Hendo couldn't even give his assent. He stared blankly with his
mouth agape. Slowly he nodded as the large man, his idol, entered the
showers. He took in his coach as the older man made his way to the shower
head two down from Hendo and turned it on. Hendo couldn't believe what he
was seeing; his mind was blank and reeling at the same time. It was even
better than his dreams, Coach Evans was a few inches taller than the high
school star standing just a hair over 6'2.  The head coach's muscular body
was imposing, his thick neck connected to his upper body via a pair of
powerful traps which flared out to his lats and cannonball debts. His chest
was big, defined, and covered in the same brown hair as his six pack of a
stomach. Hendo then wheeled around, averting his gaze as he realized that
he was standing there gawking at his football coach with the biggest boner
of his life. He was frozen; he had no idea what do with himself. Slowly he
looked over his shoulder and saw that Coach Evans had his back to him,
lathering up his front side. Coach Evan's back was incredible, it was
strong and ripped tapering down to his narrow waist and full muscular ass.
His hamstrings and calves bulged as the coach just stood there.

            "Looks like you have something that needs attention," said
Coach Evans gesturing towards Hendo's erection.

            "I - I don't normally get hard in the showers, coach,"
stuttered Hendo.

            "No need to be shy; it happens to all men sometimes," replied
Coach Evans as he turned to face Hendo.

            His front side came into Hendo's view.  That magnificently
hairy power chest capped by two large erect nipples down to the tapered
waist and an enormous erection! Once again, Hendo's jaw dropped. Coach
Evans was throwing wood in the shower with him! How could this be, it was
like this was lifted right out of one of his jerk off fantasies. He stared
down at the rigid member between coach's legs, analyzing it as quickly as
he could so he could put the image to use later. The angry head was
rendered a deep red color, clearly engorged and excited, capping off a
thick shaft with veins popping that appeared to throb with Hendo's piercing
gaze.  The man's nuts were drawn tight up to his body, if Hendo didn't know
any better, he would think that Coach Evans was about ready to blow a load.
It was more than he could handle and his cock started leaking pre cum
heavily.

            "Go on, touch it," Coach Evans urged.

            Hendo's mouth was dry he was on autopilot. He reached out
slowly and grasped the shift of the head football coach's cock. It was
steel hard and gave off much more heat than Hendo had anticipated. He slid
his calloused hand up the length of the cock to the head as a dribble of
precut oozed out of the flaring slit.

            "Mmmmm, lather it up," moaned Coach Evans.

            Hendo reached for the soap and began to lather the man's
throbbing cock gently. He tried to stay in the moment to remember
everything that was happening. Coach Evans' eyes were fixated on the built
and ripped football jock in front of him gently jerking him off. The
coach's right hand found his left nipped and he began to rub and gently tug
on it in time with Hendo's strokes on his dick. Slowly, Hendo became more
confident and began jerking his coach harder savoring the feel of the big
cuntsplitter sliding through his soapy hand.  Coach Evan's began to rock
his hips back and forth slowly fucking his player's fist. Hendo did his
best to keep his hand fixed around the large girth, his fingers only able
to meet each other by the smallest of margins.

            "Fuck. Hold it right there," commanded Coach Evans as he began
to fuck the young jock's fist harder.

            His cock pistoned in and out of the high schooler's hand.
Hendo's free hand found his cock and after two strokes, his teenager member
exploded. Coach Evans watched as the kid's big cock shot a rope of cum
between his legs, followed by a few more jets right between his feet.
Hendo's ripped muscles were clenching with a sheen of sweat has his balls
unloaded his charged up jock load on the shower floor.

            "Ughhh!" cooed Hendo as his orgasm continued with cum dribbling
from his cockhead.

            "That's it, Hendo, shoot it," encouraged Coach Evans, "I'm
right there with you!"

            Hendo struggled to keep his grip as his orgasm had left him a
little light headed but his coach's last words brought him back to reality.
On an outward thrust through his fist, Hendo slid his soapy calloused palm
over Coach Evan's bulging cockhead. His coach moaned loudly and shoved his
now spasming member through the football player's fist painting the shower
wall with his powerful load. He kept on thrusting through the orgasm
shooting more and more of his steamy spunk onto he wall. The veins bulged
in his neck and arms as he unloaded.

            Hendo was still holding onto his deflating cock as he opened
his eyes from his pleasure. The kid was mesmerized by the man's body and
seemingly didn't know what to do next.

            "I don't know about you, but I needed that!" joked Coach Evans.

            "Me too," blushed Hendo.

            "Needless to say this has to stay between us. You can't tell
anyone. I don't do this ever but I knew I could trust you," said Coach
Evans.

            "I won't tell a soul," replied Hendo, still on cloud nine from
the orgasm of his fantasies.

            "Good. Now you better get going on home!" said Coach Evans with
a playful swat on his butt.

            Still half dazed, Hendo walked out of the showers and grabbed
his things. How was he going to be able to sleep tonight he thought? He'd
just touched his first cock and it was on the man he had been fantasizing
about since freshman year. Somehow the real thing was better than anything
he could have imagined.