"You wanted to see me, Coach?"



"Come in and close the door," he instructed. 

It was the end of the first week of practice, and I had worked hard to win one of the walk-on spots on the university baseball team. From the look on the coach's face, I had the feeling my late afternoons were about to become free again.



"I'm going to be honest with you," he said, in a soft tone of voice that seemed out of place with his gruff exterior. Other guys on the team were easily intimidated, but I found something attractive about his buzz-cut hair, bushy mustache and day's growth of stubble. "You're showing a lot of difficulty with your fielding and batting. You've got wheels, so I could always use you as a pinch runner, but I need my players to be more versatile." 



"I can put in extra hours in the batting cage with the pitching machine, but I'd need someone to field with," I replied. "I'd like the chance to change your mind about me. Give me one more week to prove that I'll do whatever it takes to make the team."



"Anything?" the coach questioned, his lips forming a crooked smile. I suddenly felt a little vulnerable, standing there with just a towel around my waist; I had just gotten out of the shower when the coach had summoned me. Shifting my weight, I broadened my stance, bringing my hands to rest in front of the towel, trying to quell the sudden stirring I felt at his last comment.



"I'm not opposed to putting in some personal time with my players," the coach continued. "But I have to make sure they're serious. I have too much work to do to waste my time on someone who's not totally committed."



"Just try me," I insisted. "I'll do whatever you think is necessary."



"Lock the door."

Again, he gave me the crooked smile. A little uneasy, I complied with his request. I didn't think it was needed because we were the last ones in the locker room, but I wanted to be on the team so much that there was no turning back now.



Coach had been sitting behind his desk when I entered the room, wearing a team t-shirt on his muscular frame. He now peeled it off over his head in an almost seductive motion and dropped it to the floor. No surprise here; I'd seen Coach shirtless before when he was doing maintenance on the infield on a hot, sunny day. What happened next would redefine the word "surprise" for years to come.



Scooting his chair back, Coach stood up to reveal his total nudity and obvious state of arousal. His thick cock jutted out from a pubic bush of dark curly hair that matched the fur on his chest. My mouth watered at the thought of the pleasure a tool like that could give to a man. Coach stepped towards me and placed both of his hands on my upper arms. 



Leaning in, he gave me a long and passionate kiss. By this time, I was no longer trying to hide the bulge that was fighting the constraint of the towel around my waist. Coach gave the towel a small tug and freed my team member for its turn at bat.



I reached forward to run my hands through his thick chest hair, letting my fingers slowly descend to his torso and then wrapping them around the Louisville Slugger poking out from between his legs. Getting on one knee, I proceeded to put my lips and tongue to use on this extra credit project, hopefully the first of many.



A musky, masculine scent filled my nostrils as I bathed Coach's cock in saliva, attempting to deep throat his huge piece of sausage, like a starving man. After a few minutes, I came up for air and gave equal attention to the pair of dangling balls hanging between his meaty thighs. I could feel the defined musculature of his powerful legs as my hands trailed up and down them. Coach was definitely the quintessential male.



I heard him moving things around on the desk, and next I felt myself being picked up and positioned at the end of it. I laid back on the cold surface, propping my feet on the edge. Coach then began his private practice session, going down on me with real talent. I lost track of time, my senses deep in a fog, when he broke contact and lifted up my legs, placing them on his shoulders. I knew what he wanted, and I was more than ready for it.



Abandoning his earlier caressing ways, Coach plunged his tongue into my hole like a line drive up the middle. His fingers spread my cheeks, stretching and preparing them for the invasion. My previous experiences of being rimmed were minimal at best, and I definitely wanted more. 



My hands settled on his head, urging him deeper inside. He reached up and began tweaking my rock-hard nipples. The air in the office was thick with lust and combined with the normal smells of a male locker room put me on a heavenly cloud. At this point, I really didn't care whether I made the team or not.



Releasing my legs, Coach reached over and opened the top drawer of his desk, pulling out a condom. I watched as he spread a huge drop of pre-cum over the head of his cock then unrolled the latex layer, fitting it nice and snug. He pulled me towards him, and I took a deep breath as he entered me. The feeling was overwhelming, and I uttered a long moan as he filled me up.



As the rhythm increased, Coach made eye contact with me, giving me a warm gaze that I didn't want to look away from. But a sudden upward thrust caused me to arch my neck and let out an exhilarating gasp of pleasure. Riding his cock was like an amusement park attraction, the twists and turns adding to the heightened sensations I was feeling. 



Suddenly, the ride came to an end as Coach pulled out, shed the condom, and spun me sideways on the desk. Shoving it in my face, he ordered me to get his cock wet. Being an eager student, I obeyed and covered the meat stick with my throat, doing all I could to prime his pump. Pulling me off, Coach returned me to my original position on the desk and quickly stroked out a huge load that shot with a velocity that would've taken out the back of my head had it still been inside my mouth. His semen reached my cheek and shoulder and then trailed downward. Coach's body shuddered and he steadied himself with a hand on my knee.



I waited until he was finished before I matched his outpouring with an explosion that landed on my other shoulder and my upper chest. As my breathing slowed to normal, Coach leaned in to lick his cum off my cheek and then shared it with me in a loving kiss. "So, what did you think of your first extra practice?" he asked, with a wide smile.



"Fantastic," I answered. "But I think we're going to need a lot more innings."