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has been another intense session in the pool, swimming lap after lap to the sounds of coach barking orders and encouraging more feats of endurance than I ever thought possible from my overworked arms and legs. My shoulders burn constantly after nearly 2 hours in the pool, and my legs have turned to Jello from over a hundred kick outs at the wall as I made my return from end to end.

Finally, I hear 2 shorts blasts from coach's whistle that signal the end of my grueling practice. I quickly get out of the pool and head straight to the whirlpool for respite in the warm, surging water. Coach gives my tight glutes a hard smack as I walk by, the wet nylon Speedo stinging his hand slightly. He gives me a big smile and tells me to meet him in the locker room in 15 minutes.

As I relax in the whirlpool under the force of the powerful jets massaging my sore, aching muscles, I notice how pumped and defined my shoulders, arms, and pecs have become after the long workout in the pool. I get so much satisfaction showing off in front of coach right after my lap sessions. I know he worships my smooth, tight hairless body, my broad shoulders and chiselled biceps, my long muscular legs and tapered ankles, and especially my hard, flat stomach and 6-pack abs.

Thinking about coach's hard body and admiring stare as I walk around the changing room in front of his window has started the usual erection in my tight Speedo. I get out of the whirlpool and, grabbing a towel, drape it around my shoulders thinking about what we might do today in the locker room.

Yesterday's locker room session with coach was the hottest one yet. It was the first time he let me fuck him, and I remember how hard I pounded his ass, stroking his cock until he came in my hand and I blasted his tight rear with my giant load of cum. He loved it!! And now all I could think about was whether today would be my turn to feel his 9" cock straight up my ass.

I walked into the locker room and coach was in his usual spot in the office. I caught his eye through the glass and he smiled in that easy, sexy way of his. Big white teeth and those dancing green eyes have melted my heart every day for two weeks now. The sex between us just started the last couple of practice sessions, and every day I fantasize about our next hook up.

"Hey, get your butt in here," he called out from his office. "I want you to model a new suit I'm thinking about getting for the team." I walked into his office and his outstretched hand thrust a pair of white Speedos in my direction. "Put them on for me," coach instructed. "I want to see how you handle yourself in these."

Always the obedient student, I did as he requested. Stripping out of my wet Speedo right there in front of him, no pretense any more about what our practice sessions had become for both of us. My cock was already semi-erect, and as I lifted each leg to step out of the Speedo, it bobbed up and down gently, and I made sure coach was watching every movement of my tight, muscular body and my beautiful cock.

Pulling the Speedo up over my hips and slipping my firm cock inside, the suit felt unusually loose, not at all the tight grip on my ass I expected. But the bulge in front was definitely noticeable, and coach dropped his eyes to my groin to admire the outline of my cock and balls in the white nylon. "Notice anything special about the suit?" he intoned. "Stand over here, then turn your head and catch the reflection of your back in the mirror."

I did as I was instructed, of course, and saw that a narrow slit had been made in the fabric of the seat, starting about halfway down my crack and running about 8 inches down to my crotch. A huge smile crossed my face as I immediately figured out the purpose of the opening, which coach had obviously made for our locker room romp this afternoon.

"You like my fashion touch?" coach was grinning from ear to ear.

"So, what's it for, coach?" I asked innocently.

"You'll soon find out," he replied.

Grabbing my arm, he led me into the locker room, stopping in front of the wall of lockers at the far end of the room. He had carefully prepared this scene, as there was a laundry hamper full of soccer shorts and used jocks from the soccer team's practice earlier in the day right next to where he made me stand. The smell of damp, sweaty soccer studs filled the air all around us, and my cock jumped to attention as I eyed the gear that filled the basket beside me. "You know you didn't give me your best performance today, don't you?" he began. "You know I expect more from my best swimmer. Maybe another practice session in front of the lockers will help your technique."

Coach instructed me to lean against the lockers with my arms spread wide, my body about four feet from the wall. He said I could practice my crawl stroke for him, and he spread my legs so they rested against the bench in front of the row of lockers. Reaching down inside the basket, he grabbed a sweat-stained jock and began tying my wrists to the locker handle, first the right hand, then the left. I could feel my cock straining at the tight fabric, a major hard on now evident in my tented swimsuit. Coach kept rubbing his pecs against my arms as he secured them with the jockstraps. His tiny Speedo was also sporting a hard boner, and he just kept watching me get harder and harder in the thin, transparent white Speedo.

He took another sweated-out jock from the basket and waved it in front of me, holding it by the straps and letting the pouch graze the end of my nose. I breathed in the man scent as coach dropped his hand and began stroking my hard cock through the tight Speedo.

"You like the smell of a sweaty jockstrap, don't you?" coach whispered in my ear, while continuing to swing the jock back and forth close to my nose and mouth. "The one I'm holding is the one I was wearing this afternoon when I ran the asses off those soccer team wimps."

I opened my mouth and grabbed the pouch in my teeth, tasting the sweat-soaked jock that had cradled coach's 9" cock earlier. Coach stroked my rock hard cock faster while I struggled against the jockstraps binding me to the lockers, sniffing the musky aroma. I was going crazy with coach's slow tease, and he knew how to build this scene into a long, slow climax.

Taking the jock, coach pulled it over my head, the pouch covering my face, the straps under my chin. He continued to whisper into my ear while he rubbed the sweaty pouch gently over my face and nose.

"Eat your coach's sweaty jock pouch. Breathe his scent deep into your lungs and get his pouch wet with your spit. After it's nice and wet, I'm going to put it on and fuck your tight ass with my big hard cock," coach groaned into my ear.

I chewed the pouch over and over, tasting coach's sweaty body, letting the smell and the flavors intensify my swollen, throbbing cock. I could feel the slippery pre-cum inside my Speedo from the gentle stroking coach was giving my cock and my balls. I closed my eyes and let my mind listen to coach's throaty whisper, telling me how deep his cock would plunge inside my warm, tight ass when he finally fucked me. But he wanted me to get really horny first sucking and chewing his sweaty pouch.

When I couldn't stand the sensations any more, coach lifted the jockstrap off my face. I watched him pull the spit-soaked, nearly dripping pouch over his enormous 9" cock, then stroke himself while keeping his other hand wrapped around my Speedo bulge. I had so much pre-cum inside my Speedo now I could hear squishing sounds as coach massaged my shaft, the slippery feel like a wet mouth sucking away at my cock.

Coach moved behind me now, still stroking my cock in the Speedo. I saw him reach down into the basket one more time, and I felt a pair of soccer shorts slowly cover my head, the ripe scent of man-sweat overwhelming my senses. Without the sense of sight to distract me, I concentrated on the sensations of smell and touch. Coach had his big arm wrapped around my waist as his fingers searched the tear in my Speedo for my tight pink hole. His other hand now reached inside my Speedo and he played with my balls, rolling them around in his palm and squeezing them gently so they got tighter and tighter under his firm grasp.

"Coach needs to teach his swimmers the correct stroke," he whispered again in my ear. "My wet jock can't contain this hard cock anymore, but this slit in your tight Speedo seems the perfect fit. Breathe deeply as you feel my dick part your tight hole, your hard ass muscles wrapped firmly around my cock. Coach wants his best swimmer to remember this stroke every day."

I felt the head of his cock enter my hole, as I arched my back to let him fill my ass with all 9" of the hard tool I had watched him stroke while I chewed his jock pouch. He plunged all the way inside me on the first motion, and every sensation in my body felt his firm cock up my ass. My arms went limp and I inhaled deeply as his tool found the deepest recess of my ass. He fucked me hard, starting slowly then pumping faster and faster. His hand was wrapped around the bulge in my Speedo, and he satisfied every sexual craving, from the smells that filled my nose to the cock that pounded my ass to the hand that stroked my cock. His fucking was smooth and steady through the slit in the Speedo. I could feel the elastic pouch brush against my ass occasionally, as his rhythm increased and he planted his cock all the way to the base inside my ass.

"This is the way to stroke," he moaned. "Long strokes, push as hard as you can...do you feel my strength inside you?"

"Fuck me, coach.... faster and harder." My whole body was wildly electrified, feeling the hard 9" cock pounding my ass with fury now.

"Cum inside your Speedo now," coach's voice was low and urgent, "Dump a big hot load inside for coach. I want to feel your cock pumping cum into your Speedo while I fuck your tight ass. Come on, juice your tight Speedo now; cream your pouch while I stroke your big dick."

The feel of his cock deep inside my ass and the sound of his voice urging me to cum for him pushed me over the edge, and I felt my balls tighten as I shot wad after wad of scalding white cum inside my Speedo. And while his hand stroked my cock and he felt the pouch fill with cum, coach plunged one last time into my tight ass and let loose his own hot stream of jizz, gushing out of his cock, oozing down my crack until I felt the warm trickle of cum through the slit in my Speedos.

We were both covered in sweat from the workout, and I was drenched in cum. Coach pulled the shorts off my head and released the jockstraps from my wrists. All I could do was collapse on the bench, my eyes closed, feeling the delicious sensation of coach licking the cum out of my Speedo.