Rob Wilson, a blond stud all the girls on campus dreamed about marrying or just getting fucked by him. His manly chiseled facial features made him look like Thor, the God of Thunder. When he took off his shirt a light sprinkle of blond hair scattered across his pectorals. His legs tight with a perfectly round ass that stuck out like a large pin cushion waiting to be pinched. And all the gay boys and men dreamed of pinching that his rock-hard ass.
His emerald, green eyes glistened in the sun. Whenever he slowly licked his full lips, gay men believed he did it intentionally. But maybe he was just waiting to be kissed.
His gait was very athletic, also almost bouncy, as his butt went up and down. Essentially, he could have any girl or guy he wanted. But those green eyes had only one object of desire and that was the new coach, Coach Harden. He was the award-winning gymnastics Coach recently stolen from Deer Lake University.
The new coach was a fifty-year old stud with black hair salted with white. Massive shoulders, huge pecs buried under manly fur of black and white chest hair and biceps of steel. As he walked his cock swung back and forth underneath his tan nylon gym shorts foretelling its size and girth.
First day of classes had ended. Rob walked down the Quad when he saw the coach leaving the Administration Building. He watched the Coach smiling. What a hunk of man. He increased his speed to stay right behind him. Classes were let out. But he couldn't stop looking at the coach. Suddenly Coach Harden stopped and bent down to tie a lace on his sneakers. Staring at the Coach's ass he discovered sexy brief lines of the man's underwear. He wore briefs, thought Rob. So easy to see in the man's tan gym shorts. Rob's cock twitched then got hard. He covered his crotch with his books.
"Hey, Coach."
"Well, hi there, it's ... uh Robert Wilson, isn't it?
"I like being called Rob, Sir. The older man put out his hand to shake. Rob had to adjust his books still hiding a full-blown erection with a capital E. Awkwardly he shook the Coach's hand and according to Rob, the handshake went on three minutes too long. Good sign.
"I saw you on the pommel horse last year at the Deer Lake University competition. You looked great, Rob. I hope you'll be on my team this year."
"I wouldn't mind being on you .. uh .. on your team ... Sir."
"Yeah, you stole the title from that kid, uh, Ian Carlson. Great job."
Without warning Rob's books slipped out of his arms. Coach immediately stooped down to help pick them up. For one brief moment he saw Coach stare at his shrinking erection under his tight gym shorts. "I got an idea why don't you come to my office after practice tomorrow. I'd like to brainstorm with you. You know the boys better than me. I'd like your input on the team as a whole."
"I'd like that, sir."
"While I appreciate, your respect, just call me Coach. I'll see you tomorrow."
The Coach left Rob's heart pounding. So much was going on in his mind and his pulsating six-and-a-half-inch dick got hard again. He walked back to his dorm, questioning himself. Did Coach briefly check out his crotch? What about the longer than normal handshake? Am I just seeing things that aren't relevant, he asked himself. Did just seeing the Coach's brief lines on his manly ass drive him dick crazy? Now Rob was hard, seam breaking hard all over again.
Rob had to get back to his dorm room immediately. He had to jack-off NOW! He was so hard, it hurt. He prayed his swim team dorm mate, Danny Dragan, was somewhere else. But no. When he got there Danny was in his underwear doing his homework. Rob hopped onto his bed and went under the covers. Immediately he started whacking his cock-a-doddle-do.
"Now listen brother," Started his Dorm mate. I did not suck off that gross housing administrator last year and let his boyfriend fuck me into another county just so I could be to be assigned your dorm mate. Just so, I could fucking see you naked and whacking off. So, show me the goods brother!"
"Fine!" Rob screamed and threw off the blanket and sheets. "Happy now??" Danny immediately engulfed Rob's cock and started sucking with gusto. "Damn, Danny, you're good."
Danny laughed. "No shit Sherlock. Ohhh, sweet, nice pre-cum. Tasty." Danny zeroed in on Rob's butt hole attacking it with his long tongue. "Oh, I can't take this."
"What?!!"
"You got so much pre-cum. I don't need lube."
"Lube for what?"
The handsome well-built Danny got up and then slammed his beautiful hole right onto the knob of Rob. Pure poetry. "FUCK ME!"
And boy did Rob fuck his dorm mate's butt right into next week. "Your hole is an oasis of pleasure. Oh! Oh! God. Oh God! Jesus, Joesph and Mary. Danny, I'm CUMMMING!"
At the same time Danny busted his nut right into and around Rob's waiting mouth. Both boys were panting. Out of breath. And at the same time, they both said, "You taste good."
"Now will you tell me why your last name Dragan and the University share the same name?"
"I don't know. Talk to Will Bottom, he owns the fucking university. I'm hungry."
"Yeah." Rob agreed! "Let's go eat."
DO NOT MISS OUT ON CHAPTER 2: The Naked Coach!
