Tennis Club Change Room 2
I am Luca and I am in my first year of high school. I am in weekly boarding; some people say that I am slightly effeminate, and this has made me a target at school. Fortunately, I have been through a growth spurt and I am bigger than my peers, and I have jet-black hair and blue eyes. My superpower is tennis, and with the help of coach Daryl, I am improving in leaps and bounds. Coach Daryl is a fanatical tennis player, who as a young man 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 reached most balls coming at him with ease. Daryl had blue eyes and a lean build and could certainly qualify to be in any Men's Health magazine. I was impressed with his tennis career, and he had put in many hours. He expected a lot from the students he coached. He told us that we had to look the part and he expected us in tennis whites - the traditional dress code for players which required them to wear only white clothing during matches. But Daryl expected whites when he coached us and said it was to create a tone of respect and tradition on the court. Daryl saw it as a sign of professionalism.
I didn't mind wearing whites, I found the white outfits fresh and loved the feeling on my body. It helped me move freely and kept me cool. I loved seeing coach Daryl in his whites and thought that it looked sexy against his tanned body. Daryl turned me on, and I certainly had the hots for him. I would get raging boners watching him before my training session started. It was so bad that I was in the routine of going to the changing rooms just before my session started to masturbate.
I closed the toilet door pulled down my underwear and white shorts and grabbed my already hard shaft and started to wank, thinking of Daryl and his perfect body. It wouldn't take me long before I felt my balls contract and shot strings of cum into the toilet bowl. I wiped my dick off using toilet paper and always tasted a little of my cum. I would then be ready for his coaching session.
Daryl would start me off slowly, warming me up, and then he would focus on a particular area like volleys, long shots, and so forth. I loved the sessions where Daryl helped me with my service, where he held me, corrected my posture, or corrected my grip. Daryl's touch was electric.
I couldn't get enough of Daryl, and I would often hang around the courts watching Daryl coaching other players after my session. I willingly attended additional holiday camps and sought out any opportunity to be near Daryl - after all, I was a teenager.
One Saturday morning my father dropped me off much earlier than usual. There was no one on the courts yet and I took my tog bag into the clubhouse. I walked to the changing rooms and froze in my steps. There in one of the toilet stalls was Daryl. The door was open, Daryl's shorts and undies were on the ground around his ankles and his firm little arse shook as he vigorously wanked his dick. His right arm moved in a way that brought satisfaction. He was absorbed and didn't notice me, and he groaned as splats of cum fell into the toilet bowl. I wondered what was going through Daryl's mind while he wanked. I retreated quietly into the clubhouse lounge area, sat on a couch facing the courts, and looked busy.
Coach Daryl shook my hand while I greeted him as he came into the lounge. His hand was warm and tender, and I wondered whether he had washed it. He looked stunning in his clean whites, and he asked me to help him set up the court for coaching. I was still hard and doubted that I would have the time for my normal preparation for my coaching session. Daryl and I knocked new balls around to warm up and I hoped that my erection wasn't too obvious.
That night I dreamt of coach Daryl. I also noticed that Daryl was hard. We moved to the clubhouse couch and were sitting very close to each other. My naked leg was against his. Daryl wasn't shy and moved his hand onto my thigh. Soon he was gripping my dick through my tennis shorts. I reached across and felt his hard-on. I had butterflies in my stomach and trembled slightly at the thought of what was about to happen. He leaned over and kissed me, I tasted the remnants of his morning coffee. I enjoyed feeling the warmth of his breath, I reached out and embraced him, pulling him close to me. It was fabulous to be close to the coach. We took off our white shirts and stripped down to our undies. We wrestled on the small couch struggling not to roll onto the floor. We removed our undies and were naked in the clubhouse.
Daryl pinned me down and sat on my stomach. He leaned in and kissed my eyes, forehead, and nose and moved down my body. My nipples were extra sensitive as he nibbled on them, which caused me to squirm. He continued his kissing down to my belly button, he reached my erect dick and licked around the glans. He kissed the mushroom head and then his soft lips moved onto the sides of my dick. It was incredibly sensual. The couch was far too small for both of us and we ended up sitting next to each other. I wanked Daryl, while he wanked me. Streams of cum flowed from each of us. I woke up in the morning with my sleep shorts soaked.