Coach's Motivation (Patreon)

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I never thought that I'd end up back in high school. Don't get me wrong, compared to a lot of guys back then, I had it pretty damn good. I was a hot senior, I had the prettiest chick in the school, and being the star wrestler made me a lot of friends. But when my final day came, I never expected to be walking back through those doors a few years later.

Things didn't pan out like I had planned them to, and it quickly dawned on me that good looks and popularity didn't get you very far once the high school days were over. College ended up being two years of partying and getting fucked up, until my dad decided he wasn't going to pay for it anymore.

The one thing I always maintained was my fitness and wrestling. I enjoyed both of them too much to fuck up, so at twenty-six, with no job and a killer body, when the opportunity to coach the wrestling team in my old high school came up, I couldn't not take it.

A lot of the staff had thankfully left by the time I returned, but there were still some familiar faces. I got into the swing of things pretty quickly, and was happy to see that the wrestling team was made up only of seniors, so I didn't have to worry about any snot nosed fourteen year olds.

Within the first few days, I became pretty popular among the students. I guess good looks and a killer body really did help in high school.

It didn't take me long to work out who the star was on the team. Cole Dylan reminded me of myself. He even looked similar, with a thick cap of golden hair, smooth tanned skin stretched over budding muscle, and a confidence that the rest of the team lacked. He was only eighteen, though, so he still had a lot of growing up to do.

"You're going to injure yourself doing it like that" I told him, as he almost crushed both himself and his partner with a misfired takedown.

He was a hot head, it was clear to tell. When he got to his feet, his cheeks red from either being corrected or the physicality of the whole thing, he glared at me.

"What?" I called out, "you got something to say, Cole?"

The rest of the team stole glances as the two of us faced off. Sure, I was a coach now, but no high school kid, no matter how good a wrestler he was, was going to intimidate me.

He considered his options for a moment before thinking better of it, and he returned to practice.

That's how Cole was. During training, nobody wanted to practice with him and even the slightest correction would send him into a sulk. On the mat, however, he was a dream to watch. Or at least he was until October.

I don't know what happened. One day he was doing great, and the next, he lost. Then he lost again, and on the third consecutive week of losing, I knew it was time to intervene.

As the rest of the team headed back toward the changing rooms, I called the sweat soaked teen over and he reluctantly obeyed.

"What's up with you?" I asked, "that's three weeks of bullshit, man".

His eyes narrowed and his fists clenched.

"Drop the tough guy act" I told him, "you're not tough when you lose every week".

"Man, fuck you" he sighed, and made to walk off.

"Cole Dylan!" I snapped, and instantly reminded myself of an actual teacher, "you'll leave when I tell you to leave".

The young man froze on the spot, which admittedly was quite surprising, and turned back to me. His eyes fell to the floor, and for the first time, I actually felt slightly sorry for him.

"What is it, Cole?" I asked, "has something happened?"

He shook his head and shrugged.

"I don't know, coach" he told me, "I just... I'm not enjoying it like I used to".

I stared at him, though he still couldn't look at me. A smile crossed my face as I remembered the exact same conversation with my own coach when I was his age. I placed my hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

"You need some motivation" I told him, "so what motivates you?"

Cole looked up at me sheepishly and shrugged again.

"Oh come on, man" I smiled, "what gets you out of bed in the morning? What gets that dick hard?"

It was an off the cuff term, but when Cole heard the words, his eyes locked onto mine, and in that second, I knew it.

We stared at each other for a moment, the realisation dawning on both of us, before Cole looked away.

"I better go" he said nervously, "I'll be late for the bus".

I watched the young wrestler walk off, and for the first time in my life, I found myself checking out a guy. He had an awesome body, I couldn't deny it. The back of his tight singlet was filled with ass, it bounced as he walked, and suddenly I was thinking things that no coach should ever think of his students.

In the days that followed the encounter with Cole, I couldn't help but dwell on things. My motivation had been a box of cinnamon rolls after every win, but his seemed very different.

Maybe I was selfish. Maybe I was an asshole, but it was my first year on the job, and the school hadn't lost a championship since before I was a student there. Sure, the rest of the guys on the team were good, but Cole was the only hope of winning, and now I was in a predicament.

I was fully aware that among the students, I was something of a heart throb. Naturally enough, the opinions of a bunch of teenagers didn't matter to me, but if Cole found me attractive, and his motivation was me, could I really deny him?

When Friday's training came around, he kept as much distance between us as possible.

"Alright guys" I called at the end, as the bunch of exhausted wrestlers gathered around. "Tomorrow is the big day. You're all more than capable of pulling it off, but you're going to have to dig deep. I don't want excuses, I don't want apologies, I want you to get out there and do what you all do best!".

There was a round of applause and the usual locker room cheering, before they all set off toward the changing rooms.

"Cole, hang back a minute, will you?" I called, and the young man stopped dead and sighed.

When the hall had cleared, I sat down on the bleachers and knew exactly what I had to do.

I can't lie, I was pretty damn nervous. It felt like I was back in school all over again, but this time I was the one in charge.

With sweat stains under his arms, his hair stuck to his head, and his cheeks glowing red, Cole shuffled toward me.

"I need a win from you tomorrow, Cole" I told him honestly, "are you going to give me a win?"

He took a deep breath and looked around the hall before nodding in the most unconvincing way possible.

"Let's try that again" I said, and as he watched me, I slowly pulled the leg of my loose shorts to the side and dropped my large, meaty cock and balls from the hole.

"Are you going to give me a win tomorrow, Cole?"

His eyes turned to the size of saucers. He stared at my junk, which admittedly, was quite impressive, and his mouth slowly fell open.

"Today you're gonna' suck it" I told him, and his expression became even more bewildered, "a win tomorrow, and it goes up your ass".

The bulge in his singlet began to swell. It was certainly a good sign, because if I'd read things wrong, my ass would be fired and arrested by the end of the day.

The sound of the young men from the locker room got closer as I stuffed my junk back inside my shorts.

"See you tomorrow, coach!" Some of them called, and I waved as they left.

"Into the changing rooms" I nodded at Cole, and he gulped before obeying me.

I had to admit, seeing the attractive teenager walk ahead of me made me wonder if the prize of fucking his ass was for him or me.

Once we arrived into the empty locker room, I could smell the stench of virile young men. Now that I thought of it, that aroma had always been a very pleasant one to me.

"Strip" I told him, and he glanced at me.

"Jerk it while you suck" I added, "I wanna see you cum".

I didn't particularly care if the guy came or not, but this had to be the most enjoyable experience of his life, otherwise, what was the point?

I watched as Cole awkwardly slid the top half of his sweaty singlet down his muscular arms. He was quite lean, rather than beefy, and as the material slipped down his torso, his growing abs became visible, and I was impressed.

I continued to monitor the young man as he revealed his underwear clad crotch. Boxer briefs, tight and leaving nothing to the imagination. His cock was already hard inside.

With one more glance, Cole took a deep breath and pulled his underwear down, his erection bounced out and swayed in the air.

It was a pretty decent one, too. Not quite as large as mine, but a manageable size of six or so inches. He was circumcised, the faint scar still visible behind his pale pink helmet which was already wet with excitement.

"On your knees" I said, "start wanking".

I could almost hear his heart as it raced in his firm chest. The handsome jock took to one knee first, his mind fighting with him about what he was doing. It was easy to tell that Cole was a popular guy, and he was likely terrified about who may find out that he sucked his coach's cock.

"Our secret" I told him, attempting to ease the worry.

When he was on both knees, his hand reached for his throbbing tool and slowly began to stroke it. He couldn't look at me anymore. The position he was in seemed too humiliating to make eye contact, so I slid my shorts down my legs, and pulled my fleshy cock from my underwear.

"Nice and slow" I told him, "savour it, and remember it tomorrow".

I stepped closer, letting my tool fall onto his face, and a moment later, he hungrily took it into his mouth.

I gasped as his tongue began to slide underneath my foreskin. I wasn't exactly sex deprived, but it had been a few weeks.

Cole gagged on it, and I held his head to slow him down.

"Easy" I whispered, bringing him to a better pace.

He slid back, letting my wet cock glide almost entirely out of his eager mouth before plunging gently back down. My eyes rolled as I bit my bottom lip.

Whether Cole had any experience in this department or not, I didn't know, but the young man was giving me one of the best blowjobs I had ever had. His tongue felt like silk, slipping and sliding over my sensitive glans as his lips squeezed my shaft.

I enjoyed fucking rough, but there was something sensually erotic about having this popular young stud on his knees worshipping my big cock whilst he played with his smaller one below.

His hand pumped away, spilling streams of thick pre-cum onto the tiles as he swallowed my cock almost entirely.

With my hand running through his blond hair, Cole almost purred as he serviced me.

"Good boy" I moaned, as the young wrestler took me closer and closer, "nice and deep".

He took every inch. His nose pressed against my bush of pubic hair, his chin squeezed against my balls, and tears welled in his eyes as he choked on every bit of my manhood.

The sight alone was enough to make me cum. I held him in place with both hands and began thrusting into him like he was a toy. The sound of gagging, choking and wet slapping filled the locker room. Cole's hand sped up, slipping up and down his aching rod, and after around ten minutes, it finally happened.

I felt the orgasm begin deep inside me. I couldn't deny that it was the best I'd ever had. I groaned, then moaned, then gasped like a wild animal as I unleashed inside his throat.

I could hear him drown in the stuff, gargling it back into his mouth as I flooded him. I could see it spill under his tongue as he did his best to swallow my thick, hot seed down, and then I felt a warm splash against my knee and looked down to see him empty his balls across the floor.

Cole moaned and jerked as he sucked the sperm out of my throbbing prick. His own one continued to drench the tiles, and after almost a minute of copious cumming, the two of us were done.

I squeezed my semi-erect cock onto his tongue, and he gulped down the last drop before standing up, and we simply stared at each other.

"When you're on the mat tomorrow" I said, stepping out of my underwear and cleaning off the remaining cum from my cock before dropping them into his mess on the tiles, "I want you to wear these".

I moped up the large spillage of his own sperm with my boxer briefs before throwing the soggy garment to him.

"The smell will keep you focused" I smirked, "and if you win... Well, you know what happens then".

Cole stared at me for a moment before a smile broke across his handsome face.

"Don't worry, coach" he grinned, "I'll win".