The heavy doors of the locker room slam behind you, the world outside falling silent as you catch your breath - Practice was hard today, just like it always was, but getting to university on a baseball scholarship meant you knew the work involved to get yourself here. You cross the threshold past the lockers until you find your own, undressing and putting yourself in a towel.

Coach smiles, his eyes hidden under that damn hat. You can feel his eyes scanning. “Good work today, boy.” He says simply, adjusting in his seat. “I’ve been trying to catch you for that physical we talked about.”

You shift your weight, the nagging tension in your hip lessening, wishing more than anything you could hit the showers and head home. “I did that last week, Coach, remember? Everything came back fine.”

Coach stays silent for a second, shifting where he sat. “I didn’t say it was for me, boy.” The older man chuckles slowly, lifting his shirt and exposing his bare belly. “It’s for me. Been feeling some tension I think you can help me work out.”

Your knees tremble as you see that belly - the thing you’ve only been able to catch glances of for months, now in full view. Coach chuckles again, spreading his legs and letting even more of his thighs peek out from under those shorts that can barely contain him. “C’mon, son. I know you’ve been looking...”

Your knees grind into the tile floor, both hands wrapping around the heft of his chest as you let out a whimper, dragging your sweaty face against his skin and licking, kissing, worshipping every bit he gives you. Coach only reclines back on the bench as you work, occasionally grunting as you keep exploring.

“Seems pretty tense, doesn’t it?” He whispers, his bulge pulsing against your chest as you continue to move upwards, lapping at his nipples. You nod your head and moan again, savoring the musk and sweat on his skin, the salt sticking to your tongue as you take his tit into your mouth, the older man placing a thick hand against your skull and pressing you deeper, his body trembling as you work, mindlessly at the body you’ve been jerking off to for weeks.

“That’s it... That’s it...” he coos to you, voice barely audible as his cock throbs impatiently against his shorts. You can feel your own as well, hidden under that towel tied around your waist, cool precum reminding you of the mess you’re already making as you move around against the floor. “Get down there, buddy.”

You do as commanded, Coach lowering his shorts and leaving them around his ankles, that thick cock in full view and ready for you. It’s thicker and shorter than yours, and you can see it throbbing as he waits for you. Your tongue glides against the head, lapping up all that sweat and work from the day as the man gives you another satisfied sigh, licking around the tip and collecting that sweet precum as his body makes more and more. “That’s it... That’s exactly what the doctor ordered...” You play with your own dick now, lips moving down his shaft as his length enters your mouth, your nose pressing into the softness of his fat pad as you move faster. Coach’s cock throbs and pumps itself, helping you as you suck him off, his grunts getting louder and more desperate, hips moving and giving you more inches to swallow. You can’t even think anymore, the taste, the smells, it’s all too much, your hands grabbing at that belly you were so obsessed with for so long...

“Fuck... fuck... Good boy... good... boy...” Coach praises you, that hand back at your head as he pushes you even harder, another submissive whimper escaping your throat as he dominates it. That precum is getting thicker now, his body shakes even harder...

“Oh fuck... You’re gonna swallow all this. Oh fuck- FUCK”

Coach lets out a gasp, his hips bucking into your maw as he unloads, hot and strong cum erupting down your throat, making you gag but still keeping on that pole like your life depended on it. You feel your own orgasm welling up and, not too far behind, remove yourself and stand over him. Coach smiles, raising his shirt up past his head and looping it behind his neck.

“Cum right here, that’s it... That’s what coach needs.”

With your mouth still drooling cum, you shoot your own thick ropes at last, splattering coach as his mouth hangs open, catching any strays that cross him. You catch your breath, hanging onto the lockers behind him. You feel a tap on your ass, the older man getting up and winking at you. “Let’s hit the showers.”