Mr. Clark pulled into the parking lot beside the gym. I looked over at him and smiled and said, "Thanks for everything. I hope we can do it again." And gave his thigh a squeeze.
"Oh yeah," he said, "We'll do it again real soon. I don't think I can wait until next Saturday."
"Me too," I replied and opened the door, and stepped out. Walking up to the gym, I looked back and he was sitting there watching me.
Walking into the locker room, I heard singing coming from the shower area. I opened my locker, took off my shirt, folded it put it away. Next, I pushed my shorts down and bent over to pick them up.
"Hey, Ricky," I heard a voice behind me say, "You finally brought the uniform back."
Still bent over, looking back over my shoulder, I saw Coach Martinez standing there with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist. Slowly standing, I looked him over and smiled. His chest was covered with dark curly hair, a flat stomach, and strong-looking legs.
"Yeah, coach," I said, smiling, "I had to show my family and friends."
"Good," he said, looking me up and down, wearing only my knee socks and bikini underwear.
He stepped toward me, pulling the towel off and rubbing his wet hair with it. My eyes fixed on his large, uncut cock swaying as he walked.
As I licked my lips staring at his cock, he reached down and started stroking it. "I'm really glad to have you on the team this year," he said to me.
"Me too, coach," I said, never taking my eyes off of his hardening cock.
Just then we heard the door open. Coach Martinez quickly put the towel around his waist and turned toward his office. Just then, Zach, the goalie walked in.
The coach said to him as he started into his office, "Forget something, Zach?".
"Yeah, coach," Zach said, "I left my watch in my locker."
Turning to me and giving me a big smile as he looked me up and down, he said, "Hey Ricky. How's our number one striker doing?".
Standing there with just my bikini underwear and knees socks on, I smiled back at him. "Doing great, man," I said, "Finally getting out of my uni.". I turned my back to him and bent over to take off my socks.
Zach leaned against the doorway, looking at me. He said, "Well, I am one that is really glad you are on the team."
As I finished dressing, Zach continued to watch me, I started toward the door. "Time to get home," I said.
"Let me give you a lift," he said, "My car is outside. You live over on Ash Street?".
"Yeah," I said to him, "Thanks for the ride."
We walked out to his car, a sporty Beemer. "Wow, nice car," I said to him.
"Thanks," he said, "A present from my folks on my eighteenth birthday." And we drove off.
It was only a few minutes to get to my house. I pointed to the driveway and Zach pulled up alongside the house.
"I need to confess something," Zach said, turning off the motor.
Looking quizzically at him, I asked, "What?".
"I am pretty jealous," he said looking into my eyes. "I was hoping to be your special friend this year, but Ron beat me to it."
Surprised, I reached over and put my hand on his thigh. "Wow, that is really a nice thing to say," I smiled at him.
"Yeah, I thought we'd make good special friends," Zach continued, "I know I'd really enjoy it."
I slid my hand up his leg and squeezed the bulge in his sweatpants. "There is no rule about having only one special friend," I said to him.
His cock was rock hard as I squeezed it, and he just said, "Oh yeah."
I slid my hand inside his sweatpants and wrapped it around his hard cock. "And I know I'd enjoy being special friends with you." I pushed his sweats down a bit and fished his hard cock out.