Turning Bi: Coach’s Shower PT2 [MM]

**Turning Bi: Coach’s Shower Pt2**

As I watched each thick rope of cum cover the white tile of the shower my heart rate increased ten fold wondering what would happen next. He laughed deeply, I was worried someone would hear and come in and see what was going on. “Damn you let it rip as soon as I said that, you trying to tell me something?” I felt one of his massive finger tips sliding into my crack and circling my hole. He continued circling like a shark knowing his pray’s fate was already certain. Before long his finger had made it’s was knuckle deep inside my virgin ass. Instinctively, I began pushing against his finger and rocking back and forth, wanting more of it. I was still facing away from him when he grabbed my left hand and placed it on his now fully hard and now throbbing shaft. I gasped a bit as I wrapped my fingers around him, trying to compare it’s thickness to something familiar in my head. As soon as I settled on a White Claw can, he pushed his finger as deep in me as it would go. I gasped again, this time for air. My hand released from his shaft as I collected myself, but he quickly put it back except this time I could feel the full heavy weight of his scrotum resting in my hand, crawling up the underside of my forearm. If I hadn’t convinced myself by this time that I was absolutely bi… this was the deal breaker. With his balls and sack engulfing my palm, I moved my fingers fondling and wanting to feel more of him as his hardened cock pulsated against my arm.

SLAM, we heard the locker room door swing open and close. “Don’t move,” he whispered. I was basically mortified with the steamy shower water stream splashing my face, virtually helpless with his finger up my ass and entire unit spread across my left hand and arm. Luckily the showers were positioned so you had to enter the shower area and hang a left before being visible. I was worried whoever it was would walk into the urinal area across from us or see us through the super small squares in the shower block walls. I panicked turning my ass which caused his finger to slide out of me and I moaned out loud a bit “uhh.” I had just wrapped a towel around my waist when we heard quick steps and coach Johnson appeared. “Oh what’s up yall, I thought some of the players were sneaking into our shower area.” He bent over and started washing his hands. I replied “ahh gotcha” as I scurried out of the shower area towards my locker. I quickly tried to change out while the WR Coach was still in the shower and as coach Johnson was shaving his face and head in the sink.

Fuck. I picked the worst possible day to forget boxers and shorts. At this point, I was ready to go home and just let all of this marinate for a while. Everything was so new, super stimulating, but also made me super anxious. My mind was racing trying to figure out a solution. I couldn’t wear my wet and nasty shorts from practice and my locked was bare of any temporary options. I decided I would grab my cellphone and hangout in a stall and wait for everyone to leave while figuring out how I would get the hell out of their myself. After waiting about 20 minutes and hearing the door slam twice, I assumed the coast was clear. I returned to my locker and threw on a shirt, some socks, and as I was contemplating what the hell I would wrap around my waist on the way to my car, I hear “coach, what the hell are you wearing?” I turned and coach Johnson was standing with his gear about to walk about. Being the defensive line coach and a former defensive lineman at the school himself, he was all of 260 and an inch or two taller than me. The guys jokingly called him “coach Kimbo” because he was bald and had a thick long beard like Kimbo Slice (a black brawling internet sensation). I explained without looking him in the eyes, “uhh I forgot shorts, pants, or anything so now I’m trying to figure out how the fuck I am going to get out of here without someone seeing my ass in the process.” I was covering my dick with both hands facing my locker. “ahh damn that sucks, let me see what I got for you.” he checked his locker from top to bottom, no luck. Finally he turns to me and says “look, I ain’t been home all week just like you and absolutely don’t have enough time to explain to you why I wear two pairs of basketball shorts and no draws, but I do.” I stared at him confused on a few fronts, but he continued, “the pair I just came in here in put on are clean, but I worked out in the 2nd layer before the game. So if wearing some shorts that were just pressed up again my ass and dick for a few minutes creeps you out then you’ll probably need to wrap a towel around yourself and jog to your car.” He started to take his bags off and undressing. I didn’t say anything. After what had just went down in the shower, I couldn’t afford to exposed myself tripping up on a trick question like that. I didn’t mean to, but when he tossed me the shorts I caught them and darted my eyes towards his exposed dick. Damn. His shaft wasn’t as long as the one that I had resting in my hand less than an hour earlier, but it was far thicker and darker. “What the fuck are you looking at?” My stomach dropped, I was afraid to look up at his face…

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