Part Three
Coach Miller had some free time, and he couldn't get that new kid, Luke, out of his mind. There was just something about him. He was a sweet kid, hard working, good attitude, humble; not the brightest kid, but not a total idiot. He was just the kind of trusting simple guy you wanted to look out for. That was probably it--Coach Miller felt a responsibility for the kid, he wanted to look out for him. He was a good kid, for all of the reasons listed above. If asked, Coach Miller would swear it had nothing to do with the way Luke filled out his singlet or his cute smile. Coach Miller had been happily married to his wife for going on a decade. He was a man in his mid thirties, and he was confidently straight--if he was at all gay, surely that would have come up sometime before. There had been plenty of good looking guys in Coach Miller's life before that he had never even thought twice about; so the fact that Coach Miller had noticed the way Luke filled out his singlet was strange, but just an outlier.
He wasn't the only one either: most of the other guys from the team had shown up and Coach would run training with them weekday mornings and he had definitely noticed that all his guys seemed to notice "the way Luke filled out his singlet." Honestly, it was hard not to notice Luke's big ass. And while it was true that Luke definitely had the largest one on the team, Coach had had guys with big butts on his team before, and sure they'd get noticed and teased a bit for it, but Luke's was somehow different. It wasn't just that it was big, it was the way it was big. It wasn't just big and fat, it was big and meaty and shapely, not that Coach knew exactly what he meant when he realized that, but the word sounded right enough.
And again, it wasn't like Coach was the only one who had taken note. All of the guys on the team had noticed, and while there was some light teasing, Coach (who prided himself on being very connected to his team) noticed that it wasn't the same kind of teasing it had been for other guys with big asses in the past. Luke was a Freshman, and it was typical that Freshmen would get hazed a bit before the upperclassmen really accepted them as part of the team-family, but it wasnt like that. It wasn't really mean-spirited or even goofy--his guys seemed almost fascinated by Luke and his butt. He'd catch them staring at it when they should have been paying attention. It seemed like everyone wanted to wrestle Luke in particular, and when they did they'd use certain holds and positions that his guys had always been more reluctant to use in the past because of how much they involved their opponent's ass. Now the guys seemed to jump at the chance to try them out, to get in there, as long as the "there" they were getting in was Luke's ass.
Coach didn't bother his guys in the locker room showers, he felt it important that that be their space as a team to clean up, and he'd do his chats with them out on the benches; but he had recently gotten curious... maybe he should check up on the guys in the showers? Luke, for his part, seemed to shower quickly. Coach hadn't seen the kid naked at all yet--by the time he got to the locker room the kid had always showered and changed back into his clothes already, which was a disappointment. Well, "disappointment" would be a weird thing for Coach Miller to feel about missing his chance to see one of his wrestler's naked, but...
The point is Coach cared about Luke and felt he should do some checking in on him. The kid seemed to be doing exceptionally well for his lawn-business, so Coach figured he'd check in on him at one of his appointments, see how it was going, see why the kid was doing so well. According to the schedule, this was Luke's first follow up appointment. Luke had been specifically requested by a number of nearby homes after his first appointment at this house, so this would be the perfect one to check up on--Luke had to be doing a great job.
He pulled his truck up to the house and hopped out. The front yard was done very well, but nothing stood out to Coach as being so exceptional as to call for the whole neighborhood requesting Luke. He went up to the door and rang the doorbell, but got no answer. He thought he heard some splashing and chatter coming from the backyard, and since Luke wasn't in the front, Coach figured he'd have to be back there, so he made his way around the side of the house to the fenced in backyard. It was a big fence, had to be about 6.5 feet tall, as it blocked Coach's view, but there was a door in the fence and Coach tried it and found he could open it, so he did.
In the backyard he saw two men standing above a pool, shouting to Luke who was swimming in it, which Coach found odd. "There's some more over here!" One of the men shouted, pointing just below him in the pool. Luke started swimming towards them, when he noticed Coach.
"Oh, hey Coach!" He smiled up from the pool.
The two men turned to look at who Luke was talking to, saw Coach Miller, and seemed to be really startled before regaining their cool. "Oh hey there," the one who had shouted said as he approached Coach and extended his hand, "I'm Bill. You must be Coach Miller?"
The guy sounded a bit effeminate, so Coach Miller assumed the men were a gay couple, which was totally fine--the Coach prided himself on being an ally to the gay community. "That's right, just checking up on one of our newest employees, wanted to make sure he was doing alright by you fellas?"
Bill smiled, "He's doing just fine!" but the other guy shook his head as Luke dove underwater to scoop something up with a small pool net Coach noticed he had in his hand.
"He's been doing great, but we did have a bit of an accident today," the other guy started, extending his hand as Luke popped back up above the water, "I'm Mike by the way."
Coach shook Mike's hand, "Oh yeah? What happened?" Coach shot a look at Luke, who didn't meet his eyes and whose face reddened--he seemed ashamed. Coach also clocked that he seemed to be wearing a big baggy white swimsuit--probably borrowed from one of the two older men.
"Well, it's actually the reason he's in the pool," Bill explained as Luke swam away from them, towards the other end of the pool where the ladder out was, "When he mowed the backyard, he didn't put the grass-catcher on and..."
Bill trailed off, but no one really seemed to notice because all eyes were on Luke who was climbing out of the pool with a small pool-net filled with grass clippings. They weren't staring because of the grass-clippings though, but because as Luke climbed out of the pool, the water dripping down his muscular back, the baggy white swimsuit he was wearing--which, when in the pool sort of ballooned around Luke, floating in the water--now deflated as he left the water, and it clung to Luke's ass beautifully, the bagginess of the suit making sure it worked its way into every little nook and cranny of Luke's large behind. But the real breathcatcher wasn't just how it clung to Luke's shapely ass, but the whiteness, for as Luke exited the pool and the suit clung to his body, the whiteness of the suit became more sheer, practically see-through, and Coach Miller was--for all intents and purposes--finally getting to see Luke's naked ass, and his heart skipped a beat. More than that, his brain seemed to stop functioning and just fuzz over as he stared at, practically drooling over, Luke's perfectly rounded globes and, for whatever reason, only one thought managed to push its way through: "I need that."
Mike was able to snap out of it first, although he still managed to ogle Luke as Luke dumped the net of clippings into a lawn bag, and finished the thought Bill had began: "Yeah, the kid left the grass-trap off the mower and sprayed clippings all over our pool, which we just had cleaned."
"Uhhhhhhhm," Coach barely responded, unable to look away from Luke's ass and the way it jiggled just a little bit as he whacked the net with his other hand to dislodge some grass clippings that didn't fall out.
