Colson had always found his gym coach, Norman, to be a bit of a handful. At 43, Norman was a muscular, strict and controlling man who pushed his students to their limits. His short temper often flared, barking orders at the young men who trained under his watchful eye. But despite Norman's gruff demeanor, Colson couldn't help but be drawn to him.
It wasn't just the way Norman's muscles rippled beneath his tight tank tops and shorts as he demonstrated the various weightlifting techniques. Nor was it the way his chiseled abs and powerful thighs seemed to be sculpted from pure granite. No, Colson's infatuation ran deeper than that. He loved to stare at his coach's shapely ass, the way it clenched and flexed with each movement.
Colson would often find himself lost in daydreams during their training sessions, imagining what it would feel like to bury his face between those two perfect globes of flesh. He longed to taste Norman's most intimate place, to run his tongue along the sensitive crevice and feel his coach shudder with pleasure.
But of course, Colson knew such fantasies could never come true. Norman was his coach, over twice his age, and had never given any indication that he returned Colson's desires. So the 20-year-old college student contented himself with stealing furtive glances at Norman's incredible body whenever the man's back was turned.
One particularly warm summer afternoon found Colson and Norman as the only two occupants in the gym. The rest of the team had already gone home for the day, but Colson wanted to get in some extra reps to try and impress his coach. Norman, ever the perfectionist, had agreed to stay and supervise.
As Colson lay on a bench, gazing up at the ceiling, he felt the sudden weight of Norman's stare upon him. He glanced over and his eyes widened at the sight of his coach standing mere inches away, his crotch level with Colson's face. Norman's shorts were loose today, the waistband dipping low to reveal the tantalizing V of muscle that led down to his groin.
"Something on your mind, boy?" Norman growled, his voice low and gravelly. "You've been staring at me all day."
Colson's cheeks flushed hotly and he quickly averted his eyes. "No, Coach, I was just... just thinking about my form. Making sure I'm doing this right."
Norman snorted. "Is that so? Well, let me take a closer look then." Before Colson could react, Norman reached down and grabbed the young man's chin, forcing him to meet his intense gaze. "You like watching me, don't you? I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. Like you want to eat me alive."
Colson's mouth went dry at the blatant accusations in his coach's words. He tried to pull away, but Norman's grip was like iron. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered weakly.
"Bullshit," Norman snapped. "I've seen you staring at my ass, boy. You think I don't notice the way your eyes follow me around the gym? The way you lick your lips whenever I bend over? Don't try to deny it."
Colson's heart pounded in his chest as a confusing mix of emotions swirled through him - fear, arousal, shame and excitement all jumbled together. He had been so sure he was being subtle, that his desires were hidden. How had Norman seen so clearly through his facade?
"I... I don't know why you're saying these things," Colson whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable..."
"Uncomfortable?" Norman let out a harsh bark of laughter. "Boy, I'm not uncomfortable. I'm turned on. Knowing that my star pupil wants to bury his face in my ass? Fuck, that's hot."
Colson's eyes widened at the crude words, a bolt of pure lust shooting straight to his cock. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You... you want that? Want me to..."
"I want you to shut up and put that pretty mouth of yours to good use," Norman said, his voice a dark purr. "Get on your knees, boy. Show me how badly you want to taste your coach's sweet hole."
Almost in a trance, Colson sat up and slid off the bench to kneel on the floor. He couldn't believe this was really happening, that his wildest fantasies were coming true. With shaking hands, he reached out to grasp the firm globes of Norman's ass, pulling the man's shorts down his thick thighs.
His coach's hole was even more perfect up close, the tight pink pucker winking at him invitingly. Colson leaned in, breathing in the heady musk of Norman's most intimate place. Unable to hold back any longer, he extended his tongue and gave the man's hole a long, slow lick.
Norman groaned, his hands coming down to tangle in Colson's hair. "Fuck, that's it," he grunted. "Eat my ass, boy. Make me feel good."
Lost in a haze of lust, Colson obeyed, his tongue delving deep to lap at Norman's hole. He reveled in the taste of his coach's skin, the way the man's body yielded to his greedy mouth. Norman's moans and curses were like music to his ears, spurring him on as he tongue-fucked the older man's ass with wanton abandon.
For long minutes Colson lost himself in his task, his own desires forgotten as he focused solely on bringing pleasure to his coach. He could feel Norman's cock throbbing against his cheek, smearing pre-cum on his skin, but he didn't dare touch it. This moment was all about worshiping Norman's incredible hole, giving the man the satisfaction he so craved.
Finally, Norman pulled away, his chest heaving. "Enough," he panted. "I'm going to fuck that pretty mouth of yours now. Open up, boy."
Colson scrambled to obey, parting his lips wide as Norman grasped his own cock and guided it past them. The thick, musky length slid over his tongue and hit the back of his throat, making him gag. But he didn't dare pull away, relaxing his jaw to take Norman deeper.
Norman set a brutal pace, fucking into Colson's mouth with short, sharp thrusts. The younger man could only take him, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as he was used for his coach's pleasure.
It wasn't long before Norman reached his peak, his cock pulsing as he shot his load down Colson's throat. The younger man swallowed it all, greedy for every drop of his coach's essence.
As Norman pulled out, tucking himself away, Colson sat back on his heels, panting. His own cock was rock hard and throbbing, a damp spot darkening the front of his shorts. But he knew better than to touch himself, not without permission.
Norman looked down at him, his eyes glinting with dark satisfaction. "You did well, boy," he rumbled. "Keep this between us and maybe I'll let you eat my ass again sometime. Now get out of here and don't be late for our next session."
Colson could only nod, scrambling to his feet and hurrying out of the gym without a word. His mind reeled, trying to process what had just happened. He had finally gotten a taste of his coach's sweet hole... and he knew it wouldn't be the last.
