Coaches Past Time Game

Coach Weston was showering after everyone had gone home. He worked his players and himself hard, and he had two state titles to show for it. Hey, Coach. Anything I can get you tonight?” I asked. I was the facilities manager for the high school and prided myself on being the oil in the well-greased machine that was Carver High athletics. Being divorced with a grown daughter, I spent all of my time working and doing whatever the coaches needed from me. “Hey, Bates, I didn’t hear you come in,” Coach said as he held the wall while he soaked. I kept picking up towels and jocks as I moved around the locker room. A hairy bear myself, I kept in good shape using the weight and cardio facilities I had at my disposal. My hard body was always accentuated by a pair of cloth athletic shorts over a jock and a t-shirt or tank top. Tonight I was shirtless as I moved around the moist, raw locker room. The shower turned off and a few seconds later Coach called out. “Bates, I need a towel,” he said. I grabbed a clean white towel from my cart and walked back to the shower. Coach was holding the wall again as the water left on him dripped off his bubble butt. I walked up to him and stood for a second waiting for him to turn around. He didnt. For some reason, I walked up to Coach and started gently drying him off with the towel. He dropped his head as I moved over his shoulders, back and then his perfect round ass. I bent down and got each leg as his ass looked me in the face. He put both feet squarely on the floor and spread his legs like he was under arrest. I moved back up to his butt and reached around with the towel and dried his balls. I’d seen his low- hangers a million times. Coach kept them smooth at all times and his pubic hair was always neatly trimmed. My face was now just in front of his ass crack from reaching around, and my nose went into his crevice as he pushed his butt back. He didn’t move or make a sound as my nose was in his ass and my lips rested on his butt cheeks. I sat still for what seemed like forever. He again pushed his ass back driving my nose further in. His ass smelled amazing and I was fully hard as I stuck out my tongue and made contact with his hole. I licked a few times waiting for a reaction but there wasn’t one. I kept going and digged deeper with my tongue as I reached up and grabbed his globes with my hands and pulled them apart. The zinc-type taste told me I was inside his chute. I had my whole face and beard in his ass and was moving around to make sure I’d have his smell in my beard for later. I grabbed his waist as I ran my tongue inside his pucker and back over his ass crack and down over his taint. I realized Coach was stroking his cock just about the time he shot his load on the wall and floor as it made a couple of smacking sounds against the tile. I stopped eating his perfect hole and pulled back still crouched on my hind legs. “Thanks, Bates,” Coach said as he picked the towel up off the shower floor and took it with him. I stayed in place until he was gone and then got up and continued my rounds around the locker room. I eventually heard Coach shut his office door and head out the main door. It clicked and locked as the door shut and I immediately pulled down my shorts over my tennis shoes and threw them toward a locker. I needed release and walked toward my own office by the locker room entrance. There on the floor just inside my office was a dirty jock that wasn’t there before. I picked it up and looked at the tag. “Coach W” was written in sharpy. I put it to my nose and stroked my cock right there in the hallway as I sniffed the Coach’s gift to me. I sat on my desk as I shot a huge load all over the floor. I slid Coach’s jock on and finished cleaning up for the night as the smell of his hot ass left on my beard kept me hard