Date: Mon, 2 Mar 2020 18:57:35 +0000 (UTC) From: "tjcoach@yahoo.com" Subject: Checking In With Coach Here's a story taken from my newTumbl, at hugyerbud.newtumbl.com. This story is purely a work of adult erotic fantasy, copyright me 2020. I own it and all legal rights to it. If you're under the age of majority in your jurisdiction, please come back when you're of legal age. Nifty is an incredible free service that depends on your donations to survive. Please help them to keep providing this awesome resource for all of us: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I love hearing from you guys. Contact me at tjcoach@yahoo.com. Enjoy. ++++++ Checking in with Coach I had just gotten out of the pool early Friday evening after a long, hard week at work, and was sitting on the chaise air-drying and scoping out some porn while the wife was away at her mom's. I'd stripped off my swimsuit and wrapped a towel loosely around my waist when I heard the distinctive Skype tone on my iPad. "Hitting the gym hard this summer, coach...check it out!" he boasted as we skyped. "Just wanted to let you know I was killin it," he grinned as he pulled his shirt aside to show me his progress. I'd been his high school wrestling coach throughout his years there, and yeah, my son was getting a lot of definition...everywhere. But my focus kept coming back to his tits. I scratched at my own tit absentmindedly as I watched him, and I was glad he couldn't see the obscene tent in his ol man's towel right now. But what the fuck, I thought...since he's showing off anyway... "How bout your leg work, son? You're not neglecting the squats, are you?" "No sir! Check this out," he added, tilting his phone down and extending his left leg in a flex. "Hard to see with those baggy shorts on, son," I suggested. He pulled up one leg, then the other before turning, somewhat bashfully to remove his basketball shorts. He was only wearing a jockstrap under them, so it gave me a nice flash of his thick glutes as he bent over to step out of them. He turned so his side was facing the camera now, and flexed once again. "Whatta ya think, coach?" he asked, expectantly, flexing his thick, rippled quads. "Lookin like a real stud, son," I gushed, a little too enthusiastically. "Face forward so I can see both legs." "Ummm...ok," he sighed, as he turned somewhat hesitantly and posed for me. It was hard not to notice the reason for his hesitance. The kid's jock was bulging obviously, and I was pretty sure he was as turned on posing for me as I was watching him. Then I realized how nearly naked I was, and the view of his ol man's damp, hairy pecs he was getting was maybe part of the reason. I scratched at my tit again, giving the nipple a little finger roll for added effect, and told him to show me his calves. He turned his back to me again and took a step forward, looking back over his shoulder as he flexed to see that I was getting a good view of his ass and legs. I couldn't help myself...my hand drifted down my belly and unknotted the towel, pushing it open as I reached for my hard cock and gave it a couple of tugs. He turned back toward his phone and stepped closer, and as he did, his boner popped out the side of his jock as he scrambled to cover it up and try to stuff it back in the pouch. I couldn't help but chuckle at his embarrassment. "Hah, hah...guess you saw that, eh sir?" he blushed. "You know how it is after a good workout, coach...gets the blood flowing and all." "Nothing to be embarrassed about, son," I assured him. "Just like yer ol man after a good swim," I added, putting the iPad at arm's length so he could get the bigger picture of me on the chaise...wet, naked, and stroking my thick, leaky cock. I watched as he leaned in close to admire it in disbelief. "FUUUUUCKKKK!" he gushed, looking around nervously like somehow, somebody might see him ogling his ol man's dick on Skype. I just grinned and kept on stroking it luxuriously...the copious precum acting as lube and making my veiny cock shine like a well-oiled machine. "You mind if I join you, coach?" he asked, not waiting for an answer before pulling his jock down under his nuts. The sonofabitch was every bit as leaky as his ol man, too...slicking his equally impressive pole with one hand while the other hand tore his shirt off over his head. Like mine, his free hand was stroking his tits now...working the stiff nipples just the way I like to also. I heard him moan and noticed his nuts tightening up quickly...getting close to cumming for sure. "Fuck, son...wish you were here right now," I confessed..."been a long, long time since yer ol man has taken a load up the ass!" That pushed him over the edge, and he took one step closer to his phone as thick ropes of cum blasted from his cock, and grunting hoarsely as he came. The combination of sights and sounds made me choke my own dick and I unloaded spurt after spurt of thick, creamy jizz onto my hairy belly. My iPad slid off my thigh where I'd balanced it, down between my legs. "You alright, dad?" he joked as I recovered it. "I'd hate to think I gave ya a heart attack just now!" "Never been better, son," I sighed. "I needed that more than I care to admit, now that your mom's been away for awhile." "You know," he offered. "It's only an hour drive home from State, sir. I could be home before dark to keep you company for the weekend...if you like?" I smiled, thinking I sure had raised the kid right. "Drive carefully, son...but hurry!"