Coach Thirio is beautifully sculpted. He’d seem carved from marble were it not for his sexy caramel tan. Every contour and curve of his body is expertly crafted and shaped to deliver not only peak performance but perfect aesthetics. And that’s all before he puts on the whistle and puts his athletes to work.

Cole had never spent so much time in the gym. Leg day, arm day, core, squats, HIT, again and again. He started to become accustomed to being short of breath around the handsome man. Despite Thirio saying they can break whenever he needs it, Cole was determined to impress his teacher.

That effort didn’t go unnoticed. Coach Thirio was keenly aware of just how hard Cole was pushing himself. He would never let him go too hard too fast, but he was very pleased with his attitude and stamina. Of course, he loved seeing a handsome young guy working out his body. Especially when they had the package that Cole was trying his best to conceal.

It doesn’t matter how tight a jockstrap can be, Coach Thirio has seen hundreds of men’s crotches in the gym and is very aware when they’re as well endowed as Cole. Occasionally, he even got a whiff of the boy’s muskiness when he was in close proximity to his sweaty nuts, making the older man’s mouth water.

It took a few weeks before they’d developed a close rapport, but Thirio was quickly seeing Cole as his favorite athlete. He put him through the usual routine of curls and squats, impressed with the rate of progress. But it was at the end of the session that Coach Thirio couldn’t hide his desire anymore.

As he was stretching out Cole, feeling his muscles and extending his body, he got another whiff of that aromatic man scent. It was enough to make the nipples on his smooth pecs stand up and his sphincter clench. He swallowed down saliva as he continued to give encouraging feedback, all the while thinking of the young man’s massive cock beneath his shorts.

It was clear Cole was becoming more comfortable with him, smiling at his jocks and taking to his touch without reservation. He welcomed the intimacy. And Coach Thirio could tell it was his moment.

Seeing a rise in Cole’s shorts, he gave it a friendly pat. Cole didn’t shy away, seemingly comfortable with his junk being handled by the older muscle daddy. Coach Thirio slowly pulled down the band of his shorts, seeing the white mesh cup of the jockstrap practically overflowing with Cole’s manhood.

The coach took out the boy’s shaft, seeing it extend out even further than he’d imagined it would. It was long, thick, veiny, and pink, glistening in a light sheen of earned sweat. Coach Thirio immediately brought it to his mouth, tasting the delicious nectar of his body, savoring the feel and flavor of his member.

Cole couldn’t believe that such a handsome, muscular man would be swallowing up his cock like that. He’d admired the coach's smooth, round ass for weeks in his tight lycra shorts, catching a glimpse of just how perfectly it was shaped.

Cole moved the older man to the couch, pulling off his training shorts and getting a close up look at the tan, buttery globes. He tugged on the older man’s cock before dipping his tongue deep between the cheeks. They had a sweaty taste as well, enough to drive the young hung stud wild.

With a little bit of spit on the sphincter, Cole lined his cock up with the coach’s hole, feeling it’s warmth radiate out, as if calling him to go in further.

Coach Thirio arched his back, presenting his beautiful ass to the young top, eagerly anticipating the moment he would break through. His mouth watered, his breath heavy, and suddenly, he felt the smooth, blunt end of Cole’s cock...