** Everyone in this story is at least 18 years old.
Coach sat down in his chair as the shower purred. "Can you get my shoes for me, son?"
"Sure thing, Coach."
I knelt down at his feet, but he wheeled the chair closer so that I was between his legs. He set one foot down on my lap and I realized his cock was mere inches from my face. I untied the shoe and pulled it off. Then, slipping my fingers into his tube socks, I pulled them off, feeling the dampness of his feet that had been busy all day. I grabbed his foot and rubbed it a bit. "Your feet must be sore from being on them all day."
"I appreciate you taking care to notice. It's not easy being a gym teacher and coach, I'm constantly on my feet." He scoffed, "No, no one cares. Not even my wife."
My cock was throbbing as I held Coach's sweaty foot in my hands. "I'm sorry to hear that." I said. "I know I'm not the best student in gym class, but I appreciate you." I don't know what came over me, but I kissed the top of his foot. His monster cock jumped, pulling the shorts leg up even further. It was massive, even partially concealed. I could tell it was bigger than Doug, in length and girth.
"Thank you." Coach said. He ran his fingers through my hair. "You don't have to be the best, I see the effort you put in."
I couldn't stop myself. I kissed Coach's big toe, then made my way down the line of his toes, giving each one a kiss. His feet smelled sweaty, but not in a gross way that some guys get, there was something sensually musky about their sweat. They smelled like a man.
"Don't forget the other foot." He said. His voice had shifted, it was low and desperate.
I turned on my knees in front of him, his cock coming so close to my face that I could smell his manly musk, it wafted from his cock. I wondered what would happen if I tried to lick it or wrap my mouth around it, but I didn't.
I placed the foot on my legs again and was quicker about taking this one off. I pulled the sock off and went right to kissing his foot. I felt like an animal. What was happening? This was my gym teacher? We were both guys? This wasn't acceptable! But he wasn't stopping me and I wasn't about to stop now that I was experiencing something I'd been waiting for.
I kissed the foot with more passion than the other. The animal instinct took over and I popped his big toe in my mouth and gave it a suck before letting it plop out of my mouth. I did that with each toe as Coach grabbed his cock, he didn't stroke it, but I could see it throbbing in his hand.
"Time to shower." He said. I stood back as he got up.
Coach put his large thumbs into the waistband of his shorts then slowly pulled them down. I don't know if it was a show for me or if it was that difficult to get the shorts past his hairy muscular thighs. He delicately stepped out of each leg of the shorts, there was something very sexy about such a muscular guy looking like he was being careful stepping out of shorts.
He stood and his massive 10.5 inch cock was pointed up to the ceiling. It was also very thick and veiny and circumcised. It was the most impressive thing I'd ever seen.
"Here, you'll wear these home."
"But... what about the ones in your bag?"
"I'm not wearing dirty shorts home. You can keep these if you want." He handed them to me and winked. I grabbed the shorts and put them up to my nose, I took a deep breath in and felt my cock ooze a large amount of precum. "How do they smell?" He asked.
"Amazing." I said as the manly scent of ass and ball sweat filled my nose. "You smell like such a... man."
Coach was about to step into the shower, but I felt like things had already gone to a point of no return, so why not see what I can do. "Wait!" He paused. "Can I... smell the real thing before you clean up?"
The grin filled his face again as he walked over to me. He took the shorts and tossed them in his chair. "Lay on the floor." He said.
I obliged, unsure of how this was going to work. I shuddered a bit as I laid on the cold tile of the floor. Coach stood above me and all I could see was his massive balls, like tennis balls covered in black fur, they were impossibly big. Then, his ass was coming down above my face, I saw his cheeks spread to reveal a crack filled with dark damp hair. He got on his knees, I could smell his ass sweat like an arousing drug. "Are you ready for this?" He asked.
"Yes, Coach." I responded.
Slowly, he lowered the pink puckering ass hole that was in a dark dense forest onto my nose. He rubbed his hole on my nose and mouth. I just laid there, inhaling deeply. "How does it smell?" He asked.
As I started to respond he pressed his hole hard against my open mouth. I didn't know what to do. "Lick it." Coach demanded. So I did. I pressed my tongue against the sweaty hole and couldn't believe how amazing it tasted. I could never have guessed that a man's sweaty butt hole, the thing he shits out of, could taste so amazing. It was a relief knowing the only thing I was tasting was his sweat, his natural odors. He'd already said he liked to feel clean.
Coach moaned as he rubbed his hole against my tongue. I tried to press it inside of him, but he pulled off. "No, we won't do that today. But I believe you wanted these too."
Coach leaned back and pressed his balls against my nose. He put one hand over my mouth and pressed his balls tighter so that I was suffocating on them. I squirmed for a few seconds before he uncovered my mouth. I panted heavily, feeling slightly dizzy. He tried to stuff them in my mouth but they were too big, so I licked them. I made sure they were nice and wet from my saliva and tried to clean up as much sweat as I could.
"Alright, time to shower." Coach said.
We got up and stepped into the shower. First he let me get wet, then I stepped aside so he could. There wasn't much room in the tiny corner shower, but neither of us minded.
Coach grabbed the bar of soap on the ledge and started to rub it against my chest. He lathered my chest, tweaking my nipples, then lathered my arms, lifting them and massaging the soap in my armpits. He turned me around and washed my back, he pressed his hard cock down so that it was between my cheeks, fighting to point up to the ceiling again. The monstrous head was pressed against my hole, like a large dragon trying to enter a small cave.
He rinsed me off, then had me do the same. I rubbed the soap against his chest, running my fingers through his thick dark pelt of chest hair. I couldn't reach his arms if he lifted them, so he just held them out a little so I could get in his armpits. I felt the grooves of his hairy abs. His body was the epitome of masculinity, I was drawn to it.
He turned around and I felt the impressive muscles of his back. I covered them with soap, massaging him, working the kinks out of muscles that worked hard to keep their masculine form.
Coach rinsed off, and I knew things were about to intensify. "Do you want me to start with the front or the back?" He asked.
