Can't just start sucking a stranger off - you break the silence and say hello to the stocky man in the back row first.
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You move up to the large man with the towel over his face and sit on the bench beneath him. Taking a steadying breath before you speak, you look at the sheen of sweat on his stocky body and bite your lip. He's jerk-off material if ever there was any. You hesitate a moment longer, but ever since the delivery van brought you here, you've felt a bit braver than usual.
"Hi," you say quietly. Behind you, you see the Italian - still being heartily sucked by the otter - give you a thumbs up.
The big stocky guy shifts slightly, widening his legs - obviously, he wasn't asleep - and he rolls his head just enough to look in your direction. The cloth gives away, and he looks down at you.
Suddenly, that feeling of deja-vu returns with a vengeance.
"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?"
Your mouth opens, then closes. You don't know what to say.
"Gotta love a reunion," the Italian says. You jump with surprise. You'd almost forgotten he was there, watching. You bite your lip, looking up at your former coach. The big man smiles at you - that cocky, wide grin bringing back so many memories of nights spent jerking your cock and imagining him - and then he reaches down and nudges the towel covering his lap. A fat dick is revealed between his massive thighs, and it's already half-hard. He reaches forward and takes the back of your head, and then pulls you toward him, and down before letting go. Face to face with his crotch, there's only one thing to do. 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 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 you take a moment to breathe, letting his hard dick fall from your mouth.
"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...
