School had been in session for about two weeks. I forgot to bring my gym clothes on the third Monday of school. I knew that the coach was going to be pissed.
Physical Education was my last period of the day. I thought about running home during lunch and grabbing my gym clothes. I knew that I wouldn't make it back in time. I didn't want to be late for the next class. Being late would be far worse than not dressing out.
I walked into the locker room and sat on the bench in front of my locker. There was nothing for me to do but sit there and wait for roll call. I figured I would get an "F" for the day, and be done with it. Maybe the coach would even let me leave early. I sat there, watching the guy next to me strip off his clothes and hang them in his locker. There was something there --- though I tried to ignore it --- that excited me. As he turned this way and that, I could see his balls and cock sway back and forth. Sitting there with all those nude and seminude guys putting on their PE clothes excited me, and I felt myself getting hard.
The guy next to me bent over to put on his jock strap, giving me a great eye-level, close up view of his ass. His cock and balls hung low beyond that. I felt my cock jerk at the sight.
"Devereaux, you're not dressing out?" The voice startled me. It was the coach's voice. I turned, red-faced, to see him at the end of the row of lockers. I had been caught staring at the guy's cock.
"No, sir," I said. "I forgot my gym clothes." My voice sounded small and weak.
His lips seemed to flatten together in on flat line, a frown that made me wince. He glanced at Johnson, the guy I had been staring at. Then, I could have sworn I saw him glance at the bulge in my trousers. He must have known I had a hard-on. It was unmistakable. I squirmed in my seat.
"Stay here until I tell you to move," he said and walked away.
I sat there for a long time, perhaps thirty minutes. The coach took the rest of the guys outside for calisthenics, and they divided them into teams for tack.
Our school was small. We had only the one coach. He even had an extra period in the morning, where he taught Algebra, of all things.
I heard the locker room door open and close. Coach Morgan appeared at the end of the row of lockers.
"Devereaux, take off your clothes and come to my office," was all he said. He turned and walked away.
I opened my locker and took off my clothes, leaving my jockey shorts on. I went to the coach's office. The door was open, and he sat behind his desk. He saw me and frowned, drumming his fingers on the desk.
"I am going to give you an "F" for the day, Devereaux. You still haven't followed directions. Now, you can stay after school, and make up the "F", son, but you're going to have to follow directions."
"Sir?" I asked.
"I told you," he said, "to take off your clothes."
I looked down at my jockey shorts. I reached down and pulled them down to my ankles. Then I stepped out of them.
A bell rang, indicating to the rest of the PE class that it was time to come in and shower and get dressed.
"Now, son, you can go shower with the other guys, or you can stay and make up the "F" you're getting for the day."
The locker room filled with the sounds of shower running and guys talking. In just a few minutes, class would be over for the day. Out the door, I could see a group of naked bodies, shiny white asses and hairy cocks passing by. The situation, standing there naked, made me start to get hard. I turned back to Coach Morgan. He was staring at my growing cock. "I'll stay," I said.
He nodded. Pointing at a corner away from the door, he indicated plastic mat lying on the floor. "OK, son, give me fifty deep-knee bends."
I walked over to the mat and turned back toward Coach. I held my hands out. I did the knee bends, my cock and balls flopping up and down as I did.
The movement as I bent, then rose, made my cock begin to grow, becoming hard, pointing straight up at my chest. When I finished, I stood there facing the coach, my cock sticking straight in the air.
He sat and stared at my cock.
He rose. I could see by the bulge in his trunks that he was hard. He walked over to the door and looked out. The noise coming from the locker had subsided quite a bit as the guys finished dressing and filtered out of the gym.
Coach left, closing the door behind him, leaving me alone to contemplate my hard-on.
I stood there for fully five minutes, then decided to sit down. Sitting cross-legged on the mat, my balls fell between my legs, just barely scraping the plastic surface of the mat. My dick stuck straight up, grazing my belly above my navel. I reached down and ran a finger across the purple-red head, feeling a small drop of moist pre-cum.
For another ten minutes I sat there, my hard-on slowly subsiding, then rising again. Then, the door opened and Coach Morgan walked in again. The locker room behind him was silent. He tossed a ring of keys on the desk. "All locked up," he said.
Then he turned to me, glancing down at my semi-erect cock. "We'll finish your calisthenics, son, then you can shower and go. Since you're already down there, let's have you do some leg rises."
I lay flat, my cock flopping upward to my lower abdomen. I life my legs about a foot off the floor and spread them wide. Coach looked straight at my balls and cock. I held my legs apart for about five seconds, then closed them and returned to the home position, legs resting together on the floor. I did this fifteen times, red-faced, as the coach stared at my hard-on.
He went behind his desk and pulled his chair closer to me. "Jumping jacks," he said.
Twenty jumping jacks later, my cock sticking straight in the air, my balls bouncing around, and I was ready to grab my cock and jack off right in front of him.
"Now, some sit-ups. I'll hold your legs."
The coach crouched down in front of me. He grabbed my legs, just slightly above the knees. I put my hands behind my head, and pulled my upper body off the mat, causing my cock to graze along my body.
I did ten sit-ups, feeling the coaching heavy breathing against my cock and balls. His face was less than three feet from my groin. He looked at nothing else, except my cock and balls.
"We need to shower, son, and take care of that hard you've got there."
To my surprise, the coach stood and removed his shirt. I stood as he removed his shorts and shoes, revealing a forest of hair on his lower belly. He was wearing a jock strap, and I could see that his enormous hard-on was pushing the material away from his balls, giving me a great view of one enormous, hair-flecked brown testicle. I felt my own cock jerk at the sight. Then, he just reached down and pulled his jock strap off.
His cock shot up and slapped him in the belly. It was long, large, and brown, and it pulled the skin of his two enormous balls up. He was a hairy man, muscular, with a tight stomach. The hair around his navel led down to an enormous patch of black pubic hair, which seemed to fan out and encase his genitals.
He opened the door and walked out toward the showers. I followed, my aching cock pointing at one area of the ceiling, then the other as I walked.
He turned on one of the showers and stuck his hands in the water, waiting for it to get warm. Then, he indicated that I should get under the spray. He grabbed a bar of soap, and we stood under the cascading water together. He rubbed soap on my chest. "Lift your arms, son," he said. I did as he asked, and he worked up a lather under my arms, moving his hand to my chest, my belly, coming in contact with my hard cock. I felt his own cock press against my thigh. I reached and took the bar of soap from him, and looking down, I pressed the bar of soap against his pubic hair. Then, my fingers came in contact with that enormous cock. The feel, the smell of this man turned me on. I didn't know what to do. I took the lather and spread it up and down his cock. Looking in his face, I could see that his eyes were closed.
Suddenly, I felt his hands on my cock. "That's it, son, stroke that dick," he said, his voice sound thick and far away.
I knelt, and his big brown balls were right in front of me. I rinsed them in the spray of water, then leaned forward and rubbed my lips across them. He pulled away and then pulled my body up, and he knelt in front of me. Suddenly, my cock was engulfed by his mouth, and I felt warm, wet sucking sensations. I wasn't going to last long. I writhed, and came, the juices flowing into Coach's mouth. He kept sucking, swallowing load after load of my young man-cum.
Then I fell to my knees again. I wanted to see this enormous monster again, up close. I loved the big thatch of hair. I stuck out my tongue and ran it over his cock, his balls.
"You're going to make me cum, son," he said.
I wrapped my mouth around the big purple, bulbous cock head. I ran my tongue over it, tasting the pre-cum. It was salty. I felt his hips move, and I reached around and felt of his ass. I took his cock as far as I could into my mouth, and suddenly he moaned. My mouth was filled with hot cum, then, load after load of it, as he moaned even louder. "Ah, yes, boy, suck that cock," he said, thrusting his hips forward, pushing the cock to the back of my throat. "Ah, yes!"
I tried to swallow, but there was so much of it, it dripped around my lips, fell off my chin, and was lost down the drain.
When he finished, I stood, my own cock still hard.
He looked at me. "You made up your 'F' for the day, son," he said.
I smiled. "So, sir, what do I have to do to get an 'A' for the day?"
He turned me around and bent me over.
I felt him spread soap over my asshole, and I was very slowly pierced by the hard cock of my coach. It took a while, but finally, it was all the way in, and I could feel his balls against my balls. He started to thrust then, and I felt first pain, then another sensation. I began to cum, and he thrust harder and faster, and then with one final slam against my ass, I felt him cum inside me. I could feel his hot cum dripping out of my ass as he pulled out.
"Damn," I said. "That was good."
I turned to him. "What if I lost my PE clothes altogether?"
He laughed. "Son, you do your calisthenics right, and you can skip class altogether."
