Tennis Club Change Room
Thank you to one of the Nifty readers for sharing this story, I hope I did it justice Luca! This all happened a couple of years ago.
Luca had just started high school and was in weekly boarding. Luca had jet black hair and blue eyes. He had just been through a growth spurt and his young adult body was starting to take shape. He was slightly effeminate and already the target of bullies at school. He was an up-and-coming teen tennis player and had to attend coaching sessions on a Saturday morning. The coach, Daryl, was a serious young man having played on the US college circuit and was forced to return to South Africa because of injury.
The blond-haired Daryl spent most of his week on the tennis court and was beautifully tanned. He was fit and moved with speed and dexterity, and could easily reach most balls coming at him. Daryl had blue eyes and a lean build and would certainly qualify to be in any Men's Health magazine. His tennis career had been impressive, and he had put in many hours. He expected a lot from the young people he coached, they had to look the part and he expected them in tennis whites - the dress code for tennis players requiring them to wear only white clothing during matches. But he expected whites when he coached and said it was to create a feeling of respect and tradition on the court and to make sure that they looked their best. Daryl saw it as a sign of respect and professionalism.
Luca didn't mind wearing whites, in fact he found the white outfits cool and loved the feeling on his body. He felt that it helped him move freely and kept him cool. He loved seeing coach Daryl in his whites and thought that it looked sexy against his tanned body. Luca had the hots for the coach and would get raging boners watching him before his session started. It was so bad that he had got into the habit of going the change rooms just before his session started to masturbate.
He closed the toilet door pulled down his underwear and white shorts and grabbed his already hard shaft and started to wank, thinking of Daryl and his perfect body. It wouldn't take him long before he felt his balls contract and shot strings of cum into the toilet bowl. He would wipe his dick off using toilet paper and always get to taste a little of his cum. He would then be ready to for his coaching session.
Daryl would start him off slowly, warming him up, and then he would generally focus on a particular area like volleys, long shots and so forth. Luke loved the sessions where Daryl helped him with his service, where he held him, or corrected his posture or corrected his grip. Daryl's touch was electric for Luca.
Luca couldn't get enough of Daryl, and he would often hang around the courts watching Daryl coaching other players after his session. Luca eagerly attended additional holiday camps and sought out opportunities to be near Daryl - after all he was a teenager.
One Saturday morning Luca's father dropped him much earlier than usual. There was no one on the courts yet and Luca took his tog bag into the clubhouse. He went to the change rooms and froze in his steps. There in one of the toilet stalls was Daryl. The door was open, Daryl's shorts and undies were around his ankles and his firm little arse shook as he vigorously wanked his dick. His right arm moving in a way to bring satisfaction. He was totally absorbed and didn't notice Luca and he groaned as splats of cum fell into the toilet bowl. He wondered what was going through Daryl's mind while he wanked. Luca retreated quietly into the clubhouse lounge area and sat on a couch facing the courts looking busy.
Coach Daryl shook Luca's hand while he greeted him as he came into the lounge. His hand was warm and tender, and Luca wondered whether he had washed it. Daryl looked stunning in his clean whites, and he asked Luca to help him set up the court for coaching. Luca was still hard and doubted that he would have time to prepare for his coaching session. Daryl and Luca knocked new balls around to warm up and Luca hoped that his erection wasn't too obvious.
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