COACH ESTEP The summers were always short. It felt as if ..

COACH ESTEP The summers were always short. It felt as if it was only a week ago when the spring semester ended and the summer break began. Teachers had a harder time than the kids in going back to school. The teachers had to show up a good week before the official start of the school year, to prepare for the upcoming school year. As us teachers slowly began to arrive at the school parking lot and were greeting each other, everyone was talking about the death of old Coach Halsted over the summer. He had been the wrestling and football coach for forty years and was a grumpy old man. He and I didn’t always agree with each other and he made it clear that he didn’t like gay teachers, or gays period. Besides the coach’s death everyone was speculating on who the new coach will be. “Have you heard who Paul hired,” Wendy the chemistry teacher asked as we walked toward the school entrance. Everyone knew the principal and I were friends and assumed he would tell me everything. “I haven’t heard. Just hope the new coach will turn the football team around. We have been dead last in the conference for the last decade.” Wendy laughed as if I made a joke, while it was completely true. Then loud burring music turned the teachers’ attention to a topless jeep pulling into the school parking lot. It came to a stop at the parking place reserved for Coach Halstad. When the shirtless driver turned off the jeep and jumped out of the jeep, every female teacher in the parking lot began to stare and drool. The driver was a dark hair muscle god, with thick smooth pecs, massive arms and a chisel six pack. He wore red coaching shorts that tightly hugged his massive smooth quads. “Oh my god, what have you done Paul,” raced through my head, as I watched the driver lean over the jeep and pull a shirt from the back. The tight red polyester shorts stretched over a round muscle packed ass. Paul McClaningham was standing by the doors of the school shaking hands and greeting the teachers as they returned. He looked so proud of himself as I walked over to him and whispered into his ear. “What have you done,” I whispered. “What the matter,” Paul replied. We have been friends since we both started at the school, him as principal and I as a history teacher. “Don’t tell me that you hire that muscle god as the new coach,” I nodded toward the beef cake. “What's wrong with him, he perfectly qualified,” Paul watched the new coach being greeted by several female teachers. “The board and parents are going to take one look at him and all the rumors about you hiring him because of his looks. God, he looks like he just graduated. He did graduate from college didn’t he?” “Relax,Dave. He graduated with two degrees in physical training and sports management. He is more than qualified. He was the running back and team captain for State, led them to the conference win last year, and two time wrestling champion, even went to the nationals. The board was actually very excited that we would have the honor of having the youngest coach in state history,” Paul tried to assure me. “Hey, Mr, McClaningham,” the stud walked up to us. His voice was so deep that it gave me a hardon just listening to it. “Brent, I told you to call me Paul. This is our history teacher David Sloan. I was telling him about all your qualifications,” Paul was beaming with pride. “Nice to m33t you, Mr, Sloan. I’m Brent Estep,”. He reached out a large hand. His grip was strong. He had put on an underarmour polo shirt that did nothing to hide his muscles. The shirt clanged to his large round pecs and huge biceps. Although he was a few inches shorter than both myself and Paul, he definitely made up for it with his broad shoulders and thick muscles. “welcome to Hadrian High. call me Dave,” I willed my eyes away from his pecs. Brent smiled at both Paul and myself, “well, I better find my office. We will be holding tryouts for the football team today. The coach can’t be late.” “Yet me show you your office and the locker rooms,” Paul put his right arm around Brent’s shoulders and guided him into the school. I couldn’t help checking out Brent’s right ass in the shorts as he walked away. “Yes, this is not going to end well,” I mumbled to myself. Part 2 The first week of school went well with no major problems. I got busy getting reacquainted with the returning students and got to know the new sophomores and transferred students. I was a pretty popular teacher and most of my students enjoyed my cases. I always try to show them my love for history and try to make it enjoyable for them. Coach Estep, or Coach Brent as the jock’s started calling him, started to fit in very well. A record number of students came out for tryouts for the football team, and the team started to look pretty good. There was also a record number of mothers who started to show up to watch practice as well. Brent wasn’t shy about his body and would wear his short shorts or tight khakis around the school. I and most of the women and other gay teachers didn’t mind. I overheard him tell some of the boys the reason he shaves his legs was because he was preparing for a bodybuilding competition. That was no surprise with his obviously shredded body. The jocks thought he was the coolest man at school, an honor I once held. Although the week went well, I couldn’t wait for the weekend. Over the summer I was dating Deputy Nick Wilcox, the county hot blonde deputy sheriff. I met him when he pulled me over for accidentally going over the speed limit. When I saw those sexy blue eyes and that hot Norse god body in his tight fitting uniform I knew I wanted him. In addition, he was cocky and hyper masculine which made me want him even more. We ended up fucking back at my house, minutes after he pulled me over. Well, I was doing most of the fucking. I loved his deep moans as I plowed in and out of his obviously tight virgin cop ass. We were planning a romantic dinner at my house Saturday night. He had just gotten office work and came straight over to my house. As soon as I saw his athletic body in the tight fitted uniform I couldn’t keep my hands off him. I eagerly pulled him into a kiss and we began to make out. He was still inexperienced in kissing another man, having never been with another man before we met. We forgot all about dinner as I stripped him out of his uniform, revealing his chisel athletic body with his deep golden tan. After stripping him, I laid back on the couch as he went down on me. He started to gag on my thick cock as he took it down his throat. He had improved a lot since we first started seeing each other. He adjusted his throat muscles and was soon bobbing his head up and down on my meat. I was thoroughly enjoying his blowjob when my cellphone rang. I tried to ignore it but it kept on. With Nick still bobbing up and down on my cock, I picked up the phone and saw it was Paul. Frustrated, I picked up the cell phone, “what!? I’m busy right now.” “Dave, I really need your help. Can you come over, now,” Paul said panicked. “I’m with Nick, right now. Can this wait,” I tried not to moan as Nick worked his tongue over my shaft. “No, it can’t. I really need you to come over. Alone,” he sounded very worried, almost scared. “Ok, ok, I’ll be right over,” then the phone went dead. Nick looked surprised and concerned as I pulled him off my cock, “everything ok?” He looked so adorable with a long drool line running from his sexy lips to my cock head, “yeah, it's my boss and friend. He had some sort of emergency.” “You need me to go with you,” he asked while still kneeling, naked before me as I stood up. “No, I will try to be back as soon as I can. You can sleep over if you want, it's hard to tell how long it will take.” I pushed my hardon into my pants as I pulled them back on and headed out. To be continued