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Brian was about, 19, 5'9'', blonde hair and blue eyes, boy next door type, 160 pounds with a thin, but defined swimmer's build
Coach Hal, 6'1'', 37, Brown short shaved hair and brown eyes, Swim Coach, Hairy Chest, Muscular thick appearance from years of working out after being a Swim Champion
Since the events with Cody in the shower, Brian was beginning to feel very different. It was not just the late nights thinking about his captain as he lay naked beneath the sheets, too hot in eager trepidation of getting it on with the hot stud again. He also believed, but would never admit, that he was beginning to develop some form of admiration and more than just respect for the captain, a quiet captivating young man that all the team would follow out on the pitch despite being so innocent in so many ways. What he wanted to do was to get him here with him, just for one night if that is all he was willing for. The time alone was sooning begin to get to him, what he wanted was to feel that big hairy cock just for one more time, with that he may be able to sleep easy again. It had been the best of a week since their second intimate encounter, and he was sure that Cody would be wanting some more action. For although they sat near each other in some of the lectures, they didn't really talk but give each other subtle nods and smiles as they passed from one class to another. Brian was beginning to wonder was it the right way to go about treating his captain, and one of his best mates, but this new puppy love was becoming stronger by the day.
The training had been called off the past week, the coach had been away at a meet in another state, meeting up for some preparation talks before the heavy season ahead. The training was beginning to get the better of him, as it took his time away from the social world, that college was all about. All he really wanted was a girl, or secretly a lad, he could just meet up when the time was right, for some emotionless fun, where there would be no complications. But, he knew with the complicated personalities that the ladies did bring, there was little opportunities of such happening, even with his blonde smooth good looks and his ripped swimmer build.
In time, he would come to realise that hiding what he really wanted would change nothing, but for the moment he would follow his brain, which for the moment, lay dormant in his Speedos, as he did his 150 length swim training alone, on the furtherest lane of the pool. The place was basically abandoned, so he could take it at his own rhythm, using the plan card to push his muscles through the long, tiring workout, but he did know he would benefit from it over the next few weeks before the big intervarsities began.
He knew he was not the best on the team, but with discipline and effort, he hoped to be the one remembered that year who improved the most over the others.
They were all much bigger than him, coated with layers of perfectly sculpted muscle. In the locker room, when they did get changed, swinging their meaty appendages, letting them cling to the Speedos as they put them, just covering their tight bulges for a few moments before they would run all out together, into the cool refreshing water, to spend the next few hours pushing their strong muscles against the fluid resistance of the water.
What Brian wanted was to swim with the best of them, but more often than not he would be the laughing stock of the team, left in the furthest lane over with the weaker freshmen swimmers, unable to swim in the masters level. In some sick way, Brian loved the notion of those tall hot swimmers dominating him, with their ripped torsos and slim waists. Over time, he did not even look at them in the eyes for he was too worried that they would scowl at him, all he wanted was for someone to tell him that he was worth being there. Yet, at the same time, it was the terrible lust that was driving him, he wanted to see all of them completely erect, all dozen of them or so, he had to admit. It was hot seeing all the shaven ball sacks and floppy knobs in the shower, the warm water running and down, covered by the layers of soap and shampoo. For a few short moments, at the end of each practice, he had a glimpse of the potential, what most of them would bring home to their girlfriend, and through the physical fitness and strength would fuck them to multiple orgasm, until they were gasping and sweating. Brian would get hard at the thought of it all, but not because of the women getting pleasured, but because, when he was with them, despite the cubicle widths between them, he could almost tell what they would feel like inside him.
It was as if he knew, despite the limited experience he had gained from messing around with some local lads, and those at camp, what it would be like to take all the different sized cocks in the world. He could tell the size of each of the individual members of the team, just by getting a brief glimpse at them, for those few intimate moments in the shower. Perhaps it was why he was so infatuated with Cody, they all knew he was well hung, but only he could imagine the actual colossal behemoth of man meat the captain brought around with him in his pants. Maybe it meant that he was just gay, or he really did know that the potential was in all the jocks that did walk on by.
The only person that he could never guess was his own coach. He knew the older man was once a proud stud like all the other jocks swimming up and down the pool, having represented the university for several years at the top level, winning the state record, and then breaking it the following year. Since then, it had been broken again, but he still had a very daunting appearance and demeanour. He was a tall man about 6 foot 1, with short dark brown hair, shaved and the beginnings of a beard, he was not married, and so did not care too much for the clothes he did wear, but he spent all his free time, when not training the swim team, down in the college basement of the gym, with the weights. Over the years, even since his active retirement, there was not many men in the land, with still all the brawn and definition that he did carry on him. It took a lifetime of training to get a figure like his, dedication and endeavour, he was what all the swimmers hoped to be like some day, and therefore made the best coach possible for the young bucks. The coach also had a very hairy chest, which he would trim down, but not shave, to keep the look that so many of the younger mothers loved as he walked around the pool teaching their young darlings, when he wasn't with the other older star athletes.
Coach Hal was his name, and what he loved about the atmosphere was the fresh smell of the chlorine, the rhythm that only comes with perfect technique with every stroke, and the shear nakedness that the young stars would go around in, every single training session. He deliberately ordered a size too small for all the athletes when they were training just so he could enjoy the big bulges, and the curvature of their buttocks, he had his own thoughts that all of the them long knew, but he did not care, for he was the boss here. At the start of each session, he would line them up at the end of the pool and hand them out individual swimming plans for the next two hours. He was more than just a coach in training, long hours in the gym honing his own ripped figure gave him plenty of free time to come up with the best individual programmes for the young jocks. This was the different between a standard coach and Hal, for he was willing to go the extra bit further, just to get his star athletes to the peak of their performance.
With the intervarsities just a short time away, he was pushing the team to their hardest, taking no crap from any of them. When one of the younger lads, about Brian's age began complaining that of a cramp in his left calf muscle, due to not stretching properly before he entered, the coach just lifted him up with one arm, wrapping it around the slender hips of the smaller swimmer and threw him into the deep end of the pool. With a sudden splash, the young teen swimmer emerged from the bottom, wondering what the coach had planned for him
"Do another 30 lengths, and stop complaining, it's your own fault if you didn't stretch properly. If you don't want to be on the team, then get out now, there is plenty of potential out there willing to join this team, all of them with the capacity to be ten times the swimmer you are" Hal roared at the younger swimmer. As the rest of the jocks, headed into the showers to wash themselves after another long training session, he kept shouting and cursing at the young kid, who was now pushing himself as fast as possible up and down the pool. Despite the exhaustion which could now be seen with his movement through the water, he was determined not too stop, out of fear and respect for the coach. Eventually after 10 or 15 minutes, he did emerge exhausted, barely able to stand, he carried himself out from the edge of the pool, needing the ladder for support. Without issuing a word, or even looking into the eyes of the still angry coach, he slumped to the comfort of the steamy showers, knowing at least there he would be free from the glaring eyes of his commanding coach.
Now, Coach Hal was not a domineering man, but he was brought up by a man of the army, and he believed that every young man, no matter the right age, needed to be disciplined. If this meant gruelling punishment, to take actions in life seriously, he would do it. For he was sure now that young punk would return the next day ready and would not bother him again on such a trivial issue. Yet, at the same time, there was a little sexual intrigue, especially with the little Blonde Brian,. All the other freshers had in some way improved immensely since the beginning of term training, and although Brian's heart was in it and he was dedicated, he did not live up to the promise of the initial meet he had been placed second in the 50m breaststroke event. Even in that, he had been slipping down, as if followed by a sense of disillusioned hope.
He needed to set the jock right he did think, and now would be the best time to do it. On previous inspections of the changing room, at just about this time before he would close it all up, now late at night, there would be no one here but the last few jocks who did enjoy taking longer showers, to wash out the tight knots in the muscles, if that was even possible. Almost as if it was on cue, as he walked through the now empty changing rooms, into the shower opening, he could hear the running water in just two of the cubicles left. The one in the left far corner, he was sure was Brian, for it was the one that he would frequently inhabit, as he had heard previously told by each of the jocks as they were just about to practice. The other one had the curtain open, it was the little punk that had not stretched properly washing himself more and more, as if he had defiled himself by complaining to the coach. As soon as he saw the coach come in, fully clothed, he gulped, picked up his towel and shampoo, shower gel and ran as fast as he could back out into the changing rooms. The running water rose up above the patter of his own large feet moving, leaving the coach with a wide grin on his face knowing that he was now all alone with the cute blonde jock.
Meanwhile, Brian had become to oblivious to the fact he was now alone, with his coach feet away. He was now naked behind the curtain, having thought of masturbating when all the other guys had gone, sure the coach always took his time locking up anyway. He had his tight speedos dropped to the ground, leaving his full erection now exposed for all the world to see, if there was anyone left to see it, but his own fit coach. Hal could here the pumping motion, his own cock began to stir, the little shit was wanking in the showers, he began to get off at the perverse notion of catching the younger jock and punishing him for it in a way where the punishment would only suit the crime. Despite the bigger Build, the coach could move swiftly, more so than some of the jocks on the swim team, despite nimble in the water, they were not crafted to run as their track counter-parts, but the coach had spent his long free days training, and was ready to perform at any situation. Lucky for him now, if he played his cards right now, he could have this young blonde swimmer, who he admired in such a cute way, to get down on his knees and take his punishment as a submissive jock should.
Stepping quietly closer, his intent to catch him in the act, he ripped back the curtain, exposing the shocked jock and fucked him out of the cubicle, out into the centre of the shower floor. With a smack, Brian landed hard on the tiled floor, leaving his proud erect to twitch in disgust, the hand that had been pleasuring it was now left discarded to one side. Brian was seeing stars, but it was not until he raised his head up and saw his own erect standing tall and spitting out cock jizz all over himself and the coach looking at him with a devilish smile that he knew this would be no intimate masturbation session before he went home.
Coach stepped forward, knowing that the night was just getting interesting.
He lifted the trembling blonde up and began to roar at him
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE, YOU LITTLE PERV". Brian was scared, he had never hurt the coach yell at anyone like he was getting yelled at no
"Eh, Sorry Coach, I was just, eh ya no, thinking about stuff and I got a boner, just let me go now, and I'll go straight home, I promise, I'm real sorry, honestly".
The Coach just looked into the younger jocks crystal blue eyes
"You isn't going anywhere, Brian, you are a disgrace to this team, to my work, and to all other aspiring athletes in this university. You are not going to leave here until you come to realise what it takes to be on this team"
He said before spitting in the blonde's face. With that Brian's cock began to twitch all over again.
The coach looked down and smirked, looking into the trembling blonde's face it was going to be a long night indeed, for both of them..
To be Continued.
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