Decide it's time to make a childhood fantasy come true.
From Create Your Own Story
You feel like taking a risk, and you climb carefully to the second row of benches, and then kneel on it. He doesn't stir, he just watches you.
"I used to jerk off fantasizing about this, Coach," you say. You steel yourself, and moving slowly, you lean forward, and press your face into his lap, nudging the towel the one little bit it needed to come free, and licking his cock.
He shifts slightly, widening his legs and you use a hand to put his cock into your mouth, and start sucking him, burying your face into his crotch. He's a grower, you realize, as his cock hardens in your mouth and soon has you wondering if you can manage his length. He shifts again, and his hand rubs the back of your head as he pushes up a little, sliding his dick between your lips until your face hits his pubic hair. You let his dick come out of your mouth, but hold his shaft in one hand, waiting for his reaction.
"Fuck, boy," he laughs. "Hope I was nice to you." His hand takes your head again, and pushes you onto his dick. You suck him, licking up and down his shaft, and start tugging on his heavy balls, loving how slick they are with his sweat. The room has you both covered in sweat, and as you deep throat your former coach, his free hand slides down your back, knocking your towel free.
His hand tightens in your hair, and he pulls you off his throbbing cock, looking down at you with a crooked grin you remember so well from your jerk off sessions.
Suddenly, a voice sounds, startling you both. "The Midtown Spa is now closing," the voice declares. "Please gather return any keys and gather your personal belongings before you leave. Thank you for your patronage." You hadn't noticed a speaker before, but there's apparently one around here somewhere.
"Fuck," the coach says. He rubs his thumb over your lips, and you suck it. "Don't suppose your fantasy ended like that, eh?"
You say...
