Pete, the Assistant Coach
submitted July 31, 2017
Categories: Athletics, Bears, Daddies & Cubs, Black and Beautiful, College Days, Crush, Fantasy, Gay Erotic Stories, Hairy, Hypnosis, Interracial, Jockstraps, Mature, Muscle, Older/younger, Student/Teacher, Tales From The Locker Room, Teachers
I came around the bend and I realized I had energy left in the last fifty meters. I only saw Chris in front of me and decided to go for it. I noticed I was getting closer and closer and I just crossed the finish line before he did. “Well done, Toby!” New assistant coach Sowders clapped for me. He had replaced Coach Rivera only a few weeks back and what a replacement he had been. Short brown hair, light brown eyes, a bushy mustache and a physique that would distract me every time he spoke to me. At about 6’1’’ (185cm), 245 lbs (110 kg), his massive shoulders and arms were eye catching, as was the chest hair that always popped out of his T-shirt or tank top. His big butt was hard to miss and specifically mesmerizing when he walked or ran. But I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my eyes off of him once I noticed that sometimes I could see the outline of his jockstrap through his grey shorts. He looked like those COLT men I saw online sometimes when I was in a daddy mood. “Nice sprint at the end there. A solid 1500.” I was catching my breath as he walked over to me and slapped me on the back.”Hit the showers”, he told me before he turned to my fellow athlete. “Chris, you gave too much in the first 1100. I saw you running out of steam in your final round.”
I walked an extra round, so my legs wouldn’t be as sore the next day. I was in my senior year, so I knew this was going to be my last college championship. I wasn’t sure yet if I wanted to continue in track and field. I knew I had it in me, but the last two times I did Nationals, something went wrong. Two years ago I sustained an injury, and last year a false start prevented me from competing in the 1500 meters, my favorite event. Maybe I didn’t have a future in sports. But then what did my future hold?
I walked into the locker room and absent-mindedly changed and showered. Chris made some remarks about how he could have beaten me if he had wanted to. That was just how I knew Chris. Immature and a sore loser. I laughed it off and left the locker room.
I lived on campus, and I had made a habit of walking home after practice. Just as I was halfway home I realized I didn’t have my phone on me. I checked my bag, but I already knew I left it in the locker room. I had gotten a message from my best friend Lance right before showering and I had left it on the bench, where it most likely still was. I sighed and started walking back.
Back in the locker room, I immediately saw my phone, exactly where I left it. The room was empty, but I did hear a shower running. I was pretty sure someone had forgotten to turn it off. But when I turned the corner, I gasped. Coach Sowders’s back was turned to me and his bulbous, slightly hairy ass was a sight for sore eyes. I dropped my phone on the tile floor. He turned around, his cock flopping into full view. “Oh, hey Toby!” “Coach Sowders!” I snapped out of it and picked up my phone, which miraculously was fine. “Good that you’re here, I wanted to talk to you about something.” He turned the shower off and his circumcised, flaccid, 5 inch cock flopped in my direction. “Oh, and please call me Pete”, he said as he grabbed the only towel on the hooks. I was now about 6 feet away from his beautiful, naked body. His chest consisted of two defined, hairy slabs of beef and although he must have been in his early forties, he definitely had six-pack abs under his fur. He wrapped the towel around his waist and gestured for me to sit on the bench I left my phone on. He came to sit next to me.
“I’ve seen you in practice the last few weeks and I asked my fellow coaches, why isn’t this guy being named as one of the most promising talents in the state? Like, you should be competing on a national level, dude”, he said as he put a hand on my knee. “They told me what happened at Nationals in ’15 and ’16, so I want you to know there is no reason for you to not be confident in your abilities. I know you can run a 1500 under 3.40. Under 3.35 if you put your mind to it.” Now he put his arm around my neck. I realized I was starting to get sweaty. This man was a towel away from being naked and my sex life hadn’t exactly been full of action. “I can help you gain more confidence, so this time you don’t choke when it comes down to it.” I was seriously doubting if self-confidence had been my issue in the past, but I was willing to try it, if it meant being close to Coach Sowders. He took my phone out of my hands. “Here, let me put my number in”, he said. I didn’t resist. I smiled. “Thank you, Coach Sowders.” He gave me my phone back and looked at me in a way that reminded me not to call him that. “Pete.” “You’re a good guy, Toby”, he said as he slapped me on the back and got up. “I hope with my help we can make you into a star.” He held on to his towel as he walked to his locker. “Text me and we’ll meet somewhere in the weekend. I live right off-campus.” “I will!”, I said as I reluctantly left the room, knowing he was about to remove the towel. I was barely out of the locker room before I called Lance. “You’ll never guess what just happened!”
I drove up Kissena Boulevard on a Saturday morning. I was excited, but mainly nervous about going to Coach Sowders’s house. I hadn’t really believed he would invite me to his house until he texted me the address last night. He had told me to come around at any time in the morning, whenever I was ready. Because I wanted to show how much I wanted this, I decided to get up early. Now that I was in the car I realized it was only 7:50. But Coach seemed like the type to have an early start. I crossed Booth Memorial Avenue into the park. There was a small block of houses to my left. I had to turn on the second street, which was Peck Avenue. It was a quiet neighborhood with lots of trees and mainly two story-houses. All the streets were one-way. I again took the second road to my left, which was 152nd Street. It was one of the narrow houses to my right near the end of the street. I parked and turned off the engine.
I sat in my car and looked at the house for a little while. It wasn’t even 8:00 AM yet. I pulled down the sun visor to check how I looked in the little mirror. I was pretty sure Coach was about 20 years older than me, but I could swear I felt some chemistry back in the locker room. I looked at my face. My shaven head shone brightly in the morning sun. My black skin, and brown eyes contrasted with my bright smile. My scruffy facial hair made me look slightly more mature and I hoped Coach would see me like that too. I sighed. I mustered up what courage I had and got out of the car. I walked up to the front door of the house. Hesitantly, I knocked. I waited, but the door didn’t open. I knocked again, this time slightly louder. But again there was no answer. I looked up to the sky and thought it was a nice day, maybe Coach is out back. I saw that I could walk around the house to a back yard.
Coach’s back yard was mainly grass. It had a tiled area with some garden furniture and there was an outside shower. I saw the back door and walked over to it to knock on it, but as I did, I passed a window where I heard loud snoring. The curtains were closed, but not tightly. With the slight breeze I could look inside. I saw Coach sleeping naked on top of the covers. He was on his side and his back was toward the window. The curves of his beautiful body left me breathless. He was still sleeping! I knew I got here too early! What do I do now?
Just as I decided to wait in my car a little longer, the snoring stopped. Coach turned toward me and was now lying on his back. His hard 8’’ cock was pointing straight to the ceiling. His arm fell off the bed, dangling down, his fingers inches from the floor. The snoring started again, even louder than before. I couldn’t look away. I watched his hairy chest rise and fall with each breath. I noticed he had an all-over tan. His cock throbbed every now and then as he slept and was possibly having a sexy dream. I could only hope his sexy dreams were about me as mine were about him. A trail of clear liquid fell from the head of his cock to his belly.
I could have watched Coach sleep like this forever. But I snapped out of it and walked back to the front of the house. I contemplated sitting in my car and waiting for a little while, but I came up with an idea. I banged on the front door one more time, hoping it would wake him up. “Coach Pete?!”, I yelled. I heard sounds on the other side of the door. It opened. “Oh, hey!”, I saw Coach rubbing his eyes, getting used to the light. He had slipped on some old blue shorts and clearly nothing else. The shorts looked quite worn out and hung low on his hips, allowing me a peek of his trimmed pubic hair. The idea had worked out really well. “I’m sorry about that”, he said, “You caught me sleeping.” “I’m sorry for being so early”, I said. “Come in”, he said as he gestured for me to walk into the house. As he turned around I saw the shorts hung halfway down his massive ass. As he walked, it felt like the shorts would drop to the floor at any time. But they didn’t.
Coach had me sit down at the kitchen table. “Let me just prepare some breakfast for myself”, he said, “do you want anything?” I declined as I watched his beautiful body walk around his kitchen, making coffee and preparing a bowl of fruit. His ass was hanging out the entire time. I made an effort not to stare and made sure he wouldn’t catch me looking. “So are you an early riser?”, he asked absent-mindedly while grabbing a bowl from a high shelf. I replied that it depended on the night before. It was hard to focus on the conversation as I kept getting distracted by Coach’s shorts, which miraculously stayed up. Every time I was confident he would accidentally expose himself to me, he pulled the shorts up only slightly. It seemed like no big deal to him. To be fair, I had already seen him fully naked and it didn’t seem like a big deal to him then either.
We chit-chatted a little, and once Coach got some breakfast together, he sat next to me and asked me to talk him through what happened the last two times I did Nationals. I told him about the knee injury I got in the run-up to the 2015 Nationals, and about how I could finally start the 1500 a year later, but got a false start in the heats. “And how much of that would you say was bad luck?” “The injury I would say was pure bad luck. The false start, may partially have been me mentally psyching myself up too much. Feeling like I needed to prove myself after not starting at all the year before.” “Right. So you would say the injury mentally carried over to the year after?” “I guess you could say that.” Coach had his mouth full of strawberries, so I waited for him to finish. “And if you had to predict… how much of that are you carrying still?” “I feel the opposite of what I felt around this time last year. I feel like I already missed my shot.” “What?!”, Coach said. “Yeah, I’m already thinking about other career options.” “If you don’t give this last championship everything you’ve got, you might regret if for the rest of your life!” “Do you think?” “If you couldn’t tell by my reaction, there’s a personal story for me here”, he smiled at me. I laughed. “I thought I would never be as good as my friend Erick. We both did 100 meters sprint. And he would beat me in training every time. But my personal best wasn’t that much slower. Like, we could have been two of the best athletes in the country in 2003, but I would always have false starts, or I would trip, all of these clumsy things, right? So in my final year I switched to football”, he pointed at his broad shoulders and chest, making clear that he definitely didn’t have a sprinter’s body anymore, “and I always thought what if I had kept going? I was too late with the switch to football anyway and I never got to find out what would have happened in my final college championship in 2003. And it was all a confidence issue. Because I had the talent.” I nodded. But I couldn’t help but focus on a detail in his story. “Your senior year was in 2003?” “Yeah?” “So that makes you…” “I just turned 36.” “Ah, OK.” I could have sworn Coach was older. Somehow having only a 14 year age difference between us made him seem more accessible to me.
Coach had finished his breakfast and walked back into the kitchen. Not only did the shorts hang onto the curve of his bodacious butt for dear life, they also revealed the swaying of his cock as he walked. He put the cup and the bowl in the sink as he said, “but you know, there are ways to overcome past events that might make you less secure about your performance, that’s why I invited you here.” “You mean, like, therapy?” “For example. There are loads of ways. Actually, there were loads of guys on my football team who were getting hypnotherapy. And it really worked for them, they said it made them feel more confident.” “How interesting…”, I started. “I personally don’t believe in hypnosis, but I think it depends on what works for each person individually.” “You don’t believe in hypnosis?”, I asked, surprised. “Nah…”, Coach said as he leaned back against the kitchen counter, his cock clearly outlined in his shorts. “It looks fake to me.” “I actually took a course in hypnotherapy for my psychology major and it can definitely work. You just have to have your conscious mind allow it to work.” Coach crossed his arms and smiled at me. “Are you saying you can hypnotize me?” “I maybe could if you would want me to”, I said. There had always been something about hypnosis that turned me on. Especially when one man, the hypnotist, had that amount of power over another man. In this case, the power dynamic would shift completely. The taller, bigger, older man who is my coach, would submit his mind to me. But he seemed skeptical. “All right then, I’ll give it a shot”, he said, even though he looked at me like he was going to prove me wrong.
I had Coach sit back down at the kitchen table and told him to try and relax as much as he could. His shoulders dropped and he folded his hands loosely in his lap. It looked like he was obeying my instructions, which was a good start. “Now, I want you to put your hands together, palm touching palm, finger touching finger. And put them up to the height of your face.” He quietly did what I said. I took his hands in my own and ripped his about shoulder-width apart. “Now, keep your hands like this, your palms facing each other. Look at me, and continue to look at me. Imagine that in each of your hands is a tiny magnet, pulling your hands together. Slowly but surely, your hands will go toward each other.” His beautiful brown eyes looked into mine and I was starting to feel the butterflies again. This man was so beautiful and I was about to try to make him my submissive. “Continue to look at me as you feel your hands drawing closer.” I couldn’t look away from Coach’s eyes, so I wasn’t sure if his hands were actually getting closer together. “Now that you are focusing on your hands and the uncontrollable force pulling them together, you start to feel the rest of your body relaxing. Take deep breaths. Let out all of the stress and tension. In your mind and in your body. All of your energy is going into the empty space between your two hands. You feel your body getting heavy. Your legs, your chest, your abdomen… everything feels relaxed and heavy. Your head, your jaw, your eyes… you can all slowly let them drop as your hands grow closer and closer.” Now I noticed that it was working. Coach’s hands were coming into my field of vision, but especially his eyelids started dropping and his lips parted. I had him.
“The closer together your hands are getting, the stronger the magnetic force becomes. The more you try to resist the pulling together of your hands, the harder it becomes to stop it. And you know that once your hands finally touch, you are going to fall into a deep, relaxing sleep. Your hands will fall into your lap, you will slump forward, and you will finally be able to close your eyes and relax completely.” His eyes were less than half open at this point, tiredly staring at his hands. His mouth hung open, his arms had started to sag, the relaxation was taking over his body. His hands were coming closer and closer and finally as they touched, I said, “there you go, deeper and deeper down… a deep, deep sleep” in a low voice. Coach’s body hung forward in the chair, his hands in his lap.
For a moment I just looked at him when he wasn’t able to look back. His defined, hairy chest with his big round nipples were especially inviting. His built arms, now hanging limply. His hairy stomach, which seemed less muscular now that he was sitting down. And then I saw the shorts. I already knew he was going commando, but Coach had pitched a full-on tent. He did not have that a minute ago. Maybe it was the effect of the hypnosis? I continued to look down his body as I saw his large thighs and muscular legs. This perfect man was under my control. I started to get an erection myself as I saw a slight wet spot where Coach’s head was pushing up his shorts.
“You can feel your body getting heavier and heavier, your breathing slowing down even more. And it feels really good to feel this relaxed, to give up control. You don’t need to think right now. You only have to listen to the sound of my voice and do as I say. Every time I snap my fingers and say ‘sleep’, you are going to fall into a deep sleep just like this. Though every time you will go ten times deeper than you’ve gone before. Relaxing your body and your mind even more. Every time I snap my fingers and say ‘wake’, you will open your eyes and regain control over your body and mind, until I snap my fingers again. You will be aware of your surroundings, but still in trance. Nod if you understand.” Coach’s head slowly nodded. I snapped my fingers. “Wake!”
He raised his head and looked at me. He smiled. “Don’t worry, I don’t think I’m a very good subject.” I was confused. “But you went under”, I said. Coach looked at me funny. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t. I don’t feel any different and I heard every word you said.” Now I smiled. “Do you want me to prove that I hypnotized you?” Coach laughed. “Give it your best shot”, he said as he leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. I lifted my hand. I saw him look at my hand as I snapped my fingers. “Sleep!” Coach’s eyes rolled back completely, his mouth fell open and his arms fell into his lap. He tried to keep his head up, but it ended up falling back. His Adam’s apple bulged out from his throat. He didn’t look very comfortable. His boner was still rigid. One of his hands fell against it, pointing it more forward and inadvertently creating a second wet spot.
I looked around the room and spotted the couch. “Get up”, I ordered. Coach raised his head. His eyes were closed. He stood up. His erection protruded obscenely at my eye level. “Go sit on the couch”, I said. Coach obeyed and walked over to the couch without opening his eyes. His shorts had fallen down most his ass at this point, but were being held up by his hard cock. Yet it was nice to see Coach’s exposed ass as he walked. I now also had a full hard-on. I was wearing jeans so I was thankfully much more concealed. Once Coach dropped himself down on the couch, his boner swung from side to side like a metronome. His eyes were still closed. I snapped my fingers. “Wake!”
Coach looked up at me again, this time more confused. “OK, that’s impressive.” I smiled. He suddenly looked down at himself and immediately tried to cover his erection. “Why am I aroused?” I smiled, but I saw Coach seemed slightly upset. “I honestly don’t know. I promise I didn’t do anything weird. I never heard of anyone who has that reaction to getting hypnotized.” Coach sighed. “This was a mistake”, he said. “Why?”, I asked. “I…”, he started. He looked away from me, still trying to cover his crotch, though I could tell he was still hard as a rock. “I have a bit of a crush on you. You look a lot like my ex and my trying to help you was partially motivated by how attractive I think you are.” I was surprised. Flattered, but mainly surprised. I got up and sat next to him on the couch. “No one needs to know”, I said. He turned his head to look at me. “What?” “I think you re smoking hot, Coach Pete.” He laughed. “You need to stop calling me Coach Pete”. “Why? I think that’s pretty sexy.” He smiled and looked at me. Our faces were close together and the chemistry was palpable, yet it seemed like neither of had the balls to go in for the kiss. “You know…”, Coach finally moved his hands away from his crotch, where now a large wet spot had formed on his shorts. He looked down at it and said, “I have always been the submissive type sexually, but this is…” “More extreme?” “Yeah”, he smiled and looked back at me. I saw that as a green light and took his face in my hands to kiss him. I kissed him hard and passionately. It was a kiss unlike any other I had before. My whole body started to tingle as I felt my own erection throb. My hands wandered from his face down his neck, onto his chest. One hand circled his nipple as my other finally gave his boner the attention it was asking for. Coach moaned into my mouth as we continued to kiss.
His hands went under my T-shirt and caressed my body. “Take it off”, I said, knowing he was sexually submissive. He obeyed immediately and took my shirt off. That was a nice feeling, to have this mature, powerful man obey my every command. I wasn’t sure if he was still in trance. He might have snapped out of it. But either way, I knew Coach loved submitting himself to me, I could tell. “Suck my cock”, I said, sternly. I pushed him on the floor, where he immediately sat on his knees and undid my jeans. This was quite addictive. He put my large black dick into his mouth and started sucking on it. It was clear he knew how to suck a good dick. He looked at me as he sucked it. His eyes seemed to be begging for my approval. “Your dick is so big, Toby”, he whispered as he caught his breath. He tried to deep throat it, but my thick nine-incher caused him to gag a few times in a row. It didn’t stop him from trying. “Do you like sucking my dick?”, I asked him. With his mouth full he nodded, eagerly. “Would you like it if I fucked you with it?” Again, he nodded. “Get up!”
I laid on my back on the couch and pulled my shorts all the way off. Coach quickly took down his shorts as his cock bounced into view. His thick mushroom head was wet and large trails of precum kept flowing from it. I angled my cock up and Coach stepped over me to sit down on it. An expression of shock was clear on his face as he slowly sat down on me. His moaning sounded like the perfect mix of pain and pleasure as his precum spread on my abs and filled my belly button. Slowly but surely Coach got used to my cock and moved his ass up and down. His ass was heavenly. Tight, but not too tight. His big bubble cheeks bounced on my hips without me entering him completely. He stayed hard throughout without touching himself. In fact, he was so hard, his curved cock continuously pointed at the ceiling, not bouncing up and down with the rest of Coach’s body. “You like fucking my cock?”, I asked. “I love it! Your cock is so big!”, he exclaimed while breathing heavily.
It wasn’t long before Coach dared to take my cock all the way, as he sat on my hips. “Ah!”, he said, not moving. “Oh my God!” He leaned back and grabbed my legs, gripping them tight. Just as my cock entered him completely, I felt his hole tighten around me. Without touching himself, Coach shot spurt after spurt over his own chest and stomach, moaning loudly. It was such a hot sight, I couldn’t hold back any longer as I shot my load in Coach’s ass.
I pulled his head down toward me and kissed him on the mouth while I was still inside of him. At that moment I knew that he would coach me to my last college championships. But with one snap of a finger I would show who was really in charge.