He’s older than Coach Patrick, meaning he surely must have more experience and that’s something I know I can only benefit from. I want to be more proactive and show them that I want to continue building on what they have taught me. So I try to spend more time with Coach Banner.

There are too many people at the gym when we go for our workout, so unfortunately I couldn’t really find a moment alone with him there. Even when we get back to the house we immediately get invited out with the guys. But something happens when Coach Banner brings me into his room for a quick change, I feel my mouth go dry as my mind rings the alarm that this is precisely the kind of alone time I’ve been seeking.

I’m too lost in thought to notice that he’s being really kind, thinking I’m nervous about getting changed in front of him when really I couldn’t have been happier to see him already shirtless. I couldn’t stop my eyes from glossing over his muscular body as he continued to undress. I’m somehow able to swallow my nerves and force myself to speak, telling him what has me so shaken.

I’m so relieved when he returns the notion, the rush we were in to get dressed and run back downstairs falls away as I feel his hand reach over and brush my face–making time slow down. His hands rub against my chest and mine instinctively reach out to touch his, and then he’s kissing me. The moment I feel his body heat against me my cock unabashedly grows rock-hard in my workout shorts, pressing up against Coach’s bulging jockstrap.

We continue to explore each other’s bodies as our tongues clash against one another. I feel his hands wrap around my neck to pull my kisses in deeper. His facial hair tickles as it rubs up against my smooth face. I can feel the coldness of his metal whistle pressing into me as he closes the gap between our chests.

Coach Banner slides down onto his knees and takes my jockstrap with him; he admires my young hard-on before grabbing me by the balls as aiming my cock straight down his throat. My head smacks the doorframe behind me as the older man worships my body hungrily.

He looks up at me with those eyes and nods as he slowly gets up to bend himself over the bed, encouraging me to spread his cheeks open to begin lapping up his big pink pucker. It turns me on a lot to hear Coach tell me how much he enjoys it when I do this to him, especially when I get a little rougher.

I grab Coach’s jockstrap and twist it in my hands to get a better grip as I line my cock up to his hole to penetrate him. He’s so tight, but I can feel his ass muscles relax as I slide in deeper. I make slow and steady thrusts and he encourages me with moans. When he turns to face me I get lost in the rhythm of fucking his beefy bottom.

One thing that really turns me on about Coach Banner is that he has me flex while I am fucking him. I don’t know why, but it makes me feel that much stronger when I am pounding his hole and he begs for me to show off my muscles. Not nearly as much as he’s begging me to bust my nut deep inside of his hole. The way these Coaches keep stroking my ego, it’s no wonder the guys on my team speak so highly of them.