The kitchen area attached to the training rooms felt darker than usual; the flickering fluorescent lights turned off to conserve power. You’ve never been here so late before, but after a disaster of a practice session, Coach asked you to stay late to talk about strategies for next time.

It’s just baseball, at least that’s what you think to yourself, waiting in the room in silence for the other man to arrive. With a loud crack, the door on the other side opened, Coach walking in holding a few papers in his hands, looking disheveled.

“Thanks for staying late.” He says briskly, finding his way to a countertop and throwing down his work. “I think we need to make some radical changes if we’re going to win our next away game next week...”

You stand up, trying to look over his papers in the gloom, getting a good look at Coach from the side as he gives a sigh. He was a heavier man and played college baseball in his youth, even though you’d never know it from looking at him. His round belly and thick legs shone in the dim lighting of the kitchen; each movement of his hips made it very hard to concentrate.

“Cmere, I have a new stretch I want you to try out.”

You walk a bit closer to Coach, trying to keep a healthy distance, but your eyes focus solely on his ass - It moves like it has a mind of its own, bouncing with each stretch as you feel eyes watching you. “No, no, I need you to match my movements. Come here.”

You feel heavy hands grab your shoulders and move you into position, right behind Coach, sliding between the narrow gap of the island and the rear wall. Only a few inches apart, you can’t help but stare at every curve of his body, but his voice breaks your fixation as he continues. “Match these moves exactly, got it?” You agree, slightly confused.

Coach chuckles to himself, his back still facing you , removing his shirt. You do the same, the cool air in the kitchen hitting your skin as he descends, sliding down his shorts and revealing nothing underneath. His big ass was in full view now, with nothing covering it. Coach stood naked, his clothes in a pile near his feet. Silently you match as he does, naked yourself, your cock already starting to ache, but thankfully far away enough not to touch.

You watch transfixed as he moves left to right, extending his arms over his head, your movements matching exactly. You feel your muscles tense and let go, maybe this was helping somewhere.

Coach says nothing, still turned away from you, and thrusts his hips forward. Without thinking, you do the same, your cock poking against his ass, and eventually settling between his cheeks. You let out a whimper as you feel the heat from his body, Coach chuckling to himself. “This is a good stretch, are you ready?” You feel the man move his hips in and out, dry humping the air as you replicate, your cock grinding against his ass, sliding against his hole as it winks teasingly at you.

“That’s right, just like that.” He says simply, moving faster now, your own movements matching. More than anything you want to slip inside, grab him by the hips, but the command of matching him exactly rings in your head. You hump and grind against him, feeling your face flush as more precum adds lubrication.

You feel your body run warmer, muscles shaking as the movements become faster, and soon enough you can feel yourself lose control. Thick jets of cum splatter against Coach’s ass, embedding themselves between his round cheeks as he clenches around you playfully. “Alright, hah. That’s enough. You feel loosened up now?” You nod your head, holding the head of your cock to keep from dripping everywhere as the man turns around, his belly almost pushing you against the wall.

“If you can bring me a win next week, we can go all the way next time. That might be good motivation, right?” You nod your head, the idea of pounding that ass filling your senses. This might be what the team needed after all...