Coach Davis shut the door behind him before dropping into the hard back wooden chair behind his desk. It had been a long day for the high school gym teacher. He rose at five that morning and headed off to the gym to get a workout before school. Then he spent the rest of the day not only teaching his regular gym classes, but also using his free periods to fill in for Mr. Tucker, who had called in sick, teaching his health class. And then after school he had to run practice for his senior boy’s baseball team. He had been so busy he even missed lunch so he was enjoying this much needed rest. He would sit for fifteen minutes, giving the young men a chance to shower and change, before he himself hit the showers and headed home.

The Coach leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest for what seemed like a second. All of a sudden he was jarred awake by a large banging sound coming from the locker room. It took a second for him to focus and realize that he had fallen asleep in his office at the school. Looking at the clock on the wall Coach Davis realized he had been out cold for over thirty minutes. Then he heard the banging again. It sounded like metal on metal. Next he heard what sounded like several sets of feet running followed by Danny Mannix’s voice yelling, “Pussies!” And finally there was some laughing and yelling.

Angrily Coach Davis sprang to his feet and, without even thinking, grabbed the hand carved wooden paddle that hung on his wall. Pulling his office door open, the Coach stormed into the locker room. The sight that greeted him was more than he could handle. The room was covered in water. From the shower room he heard running and laughing.

Then all of a sudden Jake Morgan and Rick Spencer came bursting into the locker room, clad in just their white jock straps. Both young men were drenched and laughing as they rounded the corner, banging into an open locker. All of a sudden both young men stopped short, their smiling eyes replaced by fear as they saw their Coach before them holding his paddle.

Next, Danny came bounding into the locker room. He was wearing a pair of yellow nylon bikini briefs that, at first glance, Coach Davis decided were at least one, if not two sizes too small for the muscular eighteen year old. Danny, too, was soaking wet. His bikini clung to him obscenely. Its wet status left the miniscule undergarment completely see-thru. It wrapped itself around the teen’s huge nut sack and thick shaft, a sight the Coach did not miss.

In his hand, or rather perched on his shoulder like a rifle, Danny had a Super Soaker squirt gun. He was just about to take aim at his friends when he saw Coach Davis. Startled, Danny let the toy fall to the floor.

Coach Davis was torn. On one hand he was furious; the three young men had destroyed the locker room. It had only been a week since Danny’s father came begging Coach Davis not to kick him off the baseball team and to help administer the discipline his eighteen year old son needed. Hell, Coach Davis even spanked the teen bare assed with Mr. Mannix watching in horror as his son’s cock grew and eventually exploded as the Coach spanked his full buns. Now here