Willy wasn’t thinking about that. He did feel guilty that he suddenly stopped thinking about Brian, but he couldn’t help it. Brian would understand if he were here. Coach was naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist. It was the same size towel that Willy had, but it sure looked small as it tried, and just barely succeeded in covering Coach. His dick pushed at the towel as he walked and Willy could see the head outlined behind the material. The same light hair that was on his head covered his chest but didn’t hide the massive pecs that flexed as he moved. His nipples were standing out and looked like pencil erasers. Willy could tell Coach was hairy, and the light hair also covered but failed to hide the muscles in his thighs, his calves, his arms. Willy had to concentrate to keep from drooling. He also had to keep his legs pressed together because it was the only way to hide that! He hoped Coach didn’t tell him to stand up.
He didn’t. Coach walked up to the bench. “Damn, Willy,” he smiled. “Your face is longer’n my dick, buddy.” Willy watched as Coach smoothly swung one leg over the bench to straddle it, and got a quick shot of his cock and balls. Coach sat down, reached out and clapped Willy’s shoulder: a simple move, but one that shot bolts through Willy’s body.
“Feelin’ a little homesick, are ya?” Coach asked.
Willy tried to get his act together. “Well, uh…I uh…” he stammered. Coach was next to naked, and sitting right in front of him, and they were alone in the locker room, but Willy tried to think rationally anyway, “not, uh…not much…uh…I guess.” Even coach heard him gulp.
Coach only smiled. He put one foot up on the bench which put his knee right under his chin. It also caused his tiny towel to ride up, and Willy’s pupils dilated as he now had a close-up look at Coach’s cock. Willy thought he saw that cock stirring, but dismissed it as his wishful thinking.
“It’s okay, Willy,” Coach told him. “Most guys go through some homesickness right at the beginning of the year. You’ll be fine – just give it a little time.”
Willy gulped again. He was having a little trouble listening with that gorgeous dick almost right in his face. “Uh…” he stammered, “sure, Coach. I thought about it some. I’ll be okay.” Willy was breathing harder. ‘Ahh shit!’ he thought. ‘I fuckin’ hope Coach doesn’t notice and wonder why. Last thing I need is to be outted right at the beginning of the damn semester!’ He tried to be nonchalant about pressing his own legs tighter together. His own dick felt like it would pop up from between his legs on its own if he wasn’t careful.
Coach didn’t help at all. He leaned back slightly, and actually had the nerve to spread his legs just a little. Normally, guys in a locker room strut their stuff all the time, and no one cares. Normally, even Willy was able to pretend he didn’t care either, but Coach sure didn’t make it easy!
‘Dammit, Coach!!’ Willy thought. ‘Either let me suck that thing or put it away somewhere!’ That’s what he thought. What he said was, “But you’re right…ah…I’ve never been away from home before…um…I’ll get used to it I guess…ahem!” It was tough keeping Coach’s dick only at the corner of his eyes. He wanted so bad to admire it straight on.
Coach glanced around him as if to make sure they were alone. Then he leaned forward a little and grinned at Willy. “I know what’s got ya down, Willy,” he said, almost snickering a little. “You miss Brian, don’t ya?”
“HUH?” Willy’s mouth dropped open. ‘What the fuck?’ he thought. His eyes seemed ready to pop right out of his head. His open mouth flapped up and down as he tried to think of something to say. He couldn’t think of anything.
Coach reached out and put a hand on Willy’s shoulder. He almost laughed out loud at Willy’s obvious discomfort. He squeezed Willy’s shoulder a little. “Hey, don’t worry about it, buddy,” he told Willy. “I saw the way you two looked at each other at school and all.” Willy’s expression was frozen on his face as he simply stared at Coach. Coach put his foot back on the floor, which caused the towel to drop again and cover his dick. Now Willy could think a little better.
“Wha…what do you mean?” he asked in a tiny voice while he still stared wide eyed at Coach.
Coach grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “I got damn good gaydar if I do say so myself, Willy,” he said. “The signals you two sent each other were enough to light up a room. Anyone who cared to notice would have noticed.” Willy very slowly shook his head. “I’m surprised,” Coach continued, “that you two managed to keep it a secret for so long.”
Willy’s mouth continued to operate without making any noise. His eyes started glancing around every which way.
“Don’t worry,” Coach said, “we’re alone. And I’m not gonna tell anyone anything you don’t want me to.”
Willy was silently panting. “You mean you?…You mean you’re?…You mean…”
Coach laughed. “Hell yes, buddy!” he said. He planted his feet on the floor and stood up with his legs straddling the bench. His movements were so smooth and swift that Willy barely had time to let it register that the towel had a major tent in it before Coach whipped it off and dropped it on the floor. He stood naked right in front of Willy with his dick pointed straight out at Willy’s face.
Almost every part of Willy’s body slumped as he relaxed and stared openly at Coach’s dick. Stared openly? Hell, it was only a few inches from Willy’s eyes, and pointed right at him with a large drop of pre-cum glistening in the light. He didn’t have much choice but to stare openly. Only Coach noticed Willy lick his lips and swallow hard. Willy didn’t even know he was doing it. He also didn’t know that when he relaxed, his own dick popped up from between his legs.
“How ‘bout you put those lips to some good use?” Coach smiled at Willy. He reached out with both hands and held Willy’s head gently.
“Oh, shit, Coach!” Willy murmured as Coach started to take a step forward, his dick coming closer and closer to Willy’s mouth. “I don’t know man. I…I…” His mouth was already open and Coach’s dick was right there! “I never…I never thought…I…argh…ah,” ‘I’m sorry, Brian!’ “arglgurgl . . . mmmmmm.”
Willy’s eyes were closed, Coach’s hips were bucking back and forth, and he was fucking Willy’s face. Willy reached up, grabbed Coach’s balls, and pulled on them while he sucked in more and more of that dick. His other hand reached between Coach’s legs and played with his ass.
Coach took one hand off Willy’s face and moved it to the back of his head. He stood still, and Willy’s head was bobbing back and forth as he sucked with all he had. He shifted his body so he, too, was straddling the bench, his dick standing straight up and twitching. He sucked, licked, moaned, and used his mouth and tongue to work Coach’s dick. Coach threw his head back, smiled, and moaned.
Coach started moving forward slowly. Willy kept that dick in his mouth as Coach’s movements made him slowly lean back further and further until he was lying on his back on the bench. He never took his dick out of Willy’s mouth, but Coach turned around so he was straddling Willy, facing his feet. Willy’s feet were planted on the floor, his legs were spread, and his dick was flat against his belly when Coach leaned over and sucked it up in his mouth. Willy’s hips arched up clean off the bench and he almost bit Coach’s dick. Coach reached under Willy and grabbed a butt cheek in each hand. As he sucked Willy’s dick he let a finger from each hand run up and down the crack of Willy’s ass, which made Willy moan around the hot dog in his mouth.