This story is fictional*
We reached the shower room and each picked a shower head beside each other. Coach had a confused look on his face, as if he was trying to find the words to make everything better. The truth is that nothing had to be made better. Chris had loved their experience on the locker room floor. It was so hot, so impulsive. Most of all, though, it had worked. Being dominated by the coach, by being the guy that was bred by the coach, his arrogance seemed to evaporate. He could now understand he wasn't the best, he may be very good, but not the best. Definitely not better than coach!
Chris turned his shower on and sighed as the warm flow of water hit his aching muscles. His eyes closed as he dropped his head so that the water cascaded from his hair and down his body. Chris and the coach had taken their underwear off and had left them just outside the shower room. Chris now took his limp dick in hand and let the water rinse away the cum that was on his cock. He lifted his cock up slightly and started to clean the cum off his nuts. Once Chris thought they were clean enough, he turned around and bent over, trying to get the water to clean the cum out of his ass.
Coach watched Chris do this and his cock was rock hard again in seconds. Coach wasn't sure if he should hit on Chris, or take care of it himself. Was Chris freaked out by what had happened? If he was, would he be standing right next to me, thought coach. If he is scared, though, he could press charges, I could get fired! He wouldn't do that, this big shot wouldn't want anyone to know he had been fucked in the ass, by his coach no less! Maybe I should just wait it out and see what happens, coach thought as he subconsciously tugged on his rigid cock.
Chris used his hands to spread his buns apart, letting the water run down his ass crack. Chris gave a small yelp. The water stung, probably just because coach's monster cock had left him a little sore, thought Chris. After a few moments, the stinging subsided. Chris looked between his legs and saw coach's white ball juice trickling down his leg. Chris watched the steady stream until, finally, it slowed and then disappeared all together. Chris stood up straight, leaning his back against the smooth tiles of wall. He looked over to see coach watching him, his hard cock in his muscular hand.
"Listen, coach," started Chris, "I want to thank you. You were right, I was being a jerk-off to everyone, especially you. I guess I just had to have someone beat mt to actually realize that."
Coach was completely caught of guard. He had stopped stroking his cock once Chris had started talking and now he used that hand to clean out his ear because he was sure he wasn't hearing this right. After a few minutes, while Chris had maintained a stern face, coach realized this wasn't some joke.
"Well, that's good, I guess. I mean...yeah, okay," coach said lamely, "but, uh, Chris if you are scared about what just happened then...we have to talk about it."
"I'm not scared coach, I loved it...and I hope we can do it again," Chris said as he stepped in front of coach and pressed their lips together.
Coach was even more surprised than before. A stud, a popular teen being gay? It didn't happen often, although sometimes being around cocks in a locker room could help turn a guy. Coach shut his eyes and brought his arms around to grasp Chris' sides. Coach felt Chris' hands on coach's lower back. Coach slid his tongue into Chris' mouth, exploring the hot, moist cavern that it was. He ran his tongue along his teeth and his gums. Coach then spent plenty of time tickling the top of Chris' mouth with his tonuge. Chris loved it, his hands grasped lightly onto the coach's lower back. Chris' tongue finally came to life and coach's tongue and Chris' tongue started to fight for dominance in their mouths. Of course, coach won.
They broke the kiss, gasping for air. Chris twisted his head around and started nibbling on coach's neck. The coach started to moan, so softly. Chris turned his nibble into a gentle bite. Coach groaned more. Chris left his neck and started to bend his legs. He drooped down and started to suck and lick on coach's nipple. Chris' tongue licked greedily until coach's nipple was erect. Chris went to the other one and started sucking it harder than the previous one.
"Oh, babe, your not going to get milk out of there," said coach, "although, if your that thirsty, you could could suck the milk out daddy's bottle, just a little lower."
Chris moaned. Those words made everything ten times hotter. Chris slid his tongue, slightly tonguing coach's abs. Chris found coach's belly button and stuck his tongue in, licking every inch. He only spent a minute there because he was itching to taste coach's cock. Chris grabbed coach's cock and gave it a stroke or two. The big mushroom head was a strawberry red colour and the shaft was so smooth and thick. Chris couldn't even fit his whole hand around it. It must be at least 11 inches long! Chris marveled at the realization that he had taken that up his ass! Chris moved his head closer to coach's huge cock and let his warm breath roll over it. Chris did this for a few minutes.
"Students who tease don't pass my class," coach said with a playful smile.
Chris knew coach was kidding, but he moved closer anyway. He swept his tongue over the mushroom head, getting a moan from coach and come precum for him. Chris then opened as mouth as wide as he could and took the cock head into his mouth. He heard coach sigh above him. Chris could barely fit his mouth around it, so he started massaging it with his tongue in every area he could reach. It must have been working because coach was squirming like crazy. Chris tried taking more into his mouth, and he got about 2 more inches in. He felt the cock head hit the back of his throat. He was going to slowly pull of when coach grabbed the sides of Chris' head.
"Come on, babe, you can take it," he grunted out.
He started to fuck my face like a wild animal. His thrusts were powerful and pushed his cock into my throat. I gagged everytime he thrust, but he wouldn't stop, it was like he had become insane with lust...and truthfully, being the submissive one turned me on! I let him side my face, trying not to gag, but to no avail. Coach's thrusts started to become erratic and his breathing picked up.
"Ahhh! Fuck! Get ready for my fucking load, bitch!" screamed coach.
I wasn't ready at all. He pulled enough out so that only his cock head was in my mouth. Then his muscles tightened and he flung his head back in ecstasy. Thick ropes of his man juice shot into Chris' mouth. Chris thought it would be a piece of cake taking his cum, but it wasn't. Chris had to swallow as fast as he could because coach was shooting like he hadn't fucking cummed in years. At least 8...10...13 shots of man cream! Once coach's cock stopped spasming, he pulled it out and Chris sucked in air gratefully.
"You alright Chris?" coach asked.
"I'm fantastic!" Chris said with a smile.
Then they heard something they had been dreading. The locker room door opened and they heard whoever had entered walking across the floor, heading toward the shower room!
I know this one is shorter, but oh well.