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Ever since the delivery van brought you here, you've felt like taking a risk, and you climb carefully to the second row of benches, and then kneel on it.  He doesn't stir, and you half-wonder if he's asleep.  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.  You turn your head just enough to see the hairy Italian delivery guy give you a big smile and a thumbs up with his free hand - the other hand is still firmly on the head of the Otter sucking him off.

As you lick his dick, the big stocky guy shifts slightly, widening his legs - obviously, he wasn't asleep - 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.

"Yeah," he says, in a low voice, and once again, you get that feeling of deja vu - though you've definitely sucked cock before.  You're pretty sure you haven't sucked his, though.  You look up, and see that he has removed the cloth from his face, and is looking down at you.

"Huh, I know you, don't I?" the man says, with a sly smile on his face.  "Didn't I coach you?"

It's your grade school gym teacher!  You remember his tattoo now, a red heart with a sword through it, and you also remember how you used to jerk off thinking about him when you were younger.  His hair has grayed some at the temples, but he's still a freaking stud.  You don't know what to do! You freeze.

"Yeah, I remember you. You used to watch me. Guess now I know why, eh?"

"Gotta love a reunion," the Italian says. You jerk with surprise. You'd almost forgotten he was there, watching. You bite your lip, looking up at your former coach. 

"I used to jerk off fantasizing about this, Coach," you say. 

"So suck him, boy," the Italian says. "I didn't bring you here to chat."

You steel yourself, and moving slowly, you lean forward again.

Your former coach shifts slightly, widening his legs and you take his dick back into your mouth, and start sucking him again. You take him deep, looking up at him, slurping on his shaft and waiting for the man's reaction. He smiles. You let his dick come out of your mouth, but hold his shaft in one hand, waiting for his reaction. 

"Fuck, boy," he laughs, and that deep voice sends you right back to youthful fantasies.  "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.

"Tell me about these fantasies," he says.


You say...
*[["In my fantasies, I sucked you until you came, and I swallowed every drop."]]
*[["In my fantasies, you always fucked me hard, Coach."]]
*[["Well, none of my fantasies were here in a spa, but..."]]

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