in dark brown spikes of hair kept short and neatly groomed, and a pair of icy blue eyes that one could forever be mesmerized by; Alex was the perfect male college specimen.

     But because he'd been playing for so long.. and being in locker rooms countless times with untamed, half-naked men, he couldn't help but have a curious side for them. Sure, he had a few girlfriends before, and certainly knew how to fuck a girl without breaking a sweat.. Yet no one ever expected him to have a curiosity towards the male anatomy. It began at the age of 18 when one afternoon after practice, he'd walked into a bathroom stall, only to find one of the upperclassmen leaning against a wall, stroking his long, hard cock to a porno magazine. His facial expressions made it obvious he was close to cumming, and hearing those erotic grunts sent an exciting chill up Alex's spine. Though it had come to an abrupt halt when the other student saw him standing there, seemingly mesmerized by how he stroked his cock.

     Alex never had another encounter like that again, though ever since, he found he was jerking off to masculine figures a lot more often, and became very aroused whenever the sounds of moaning and whimpering filled his ears as a worked-up cock erupted in sticky sperm. Until now, Alex never met another man he felt he was attracted to, or could give him that same thrilling chill.. that is, until he signed up to be on the "steel-chested" Coach Grey's team.

     Yes, Coach Grey was widely seen as one of the most rugged men walking on campus. But nothing could've prepared Alex for the one night after a victorious game that he'd seen another side to their admired coach. A side nobody would've ever suspected.. a side that would forever exile him from any school in the state should anyone ever find out. And it was a night that would be forever locked behind his and Alex's sealed lips.

     That night was a glorious night, and the locker room was in a victorious uproar. Screams, hollers, whistles, and wild laughter. The team had just brutally defeated their school's rival, the much-feared Cougars. The sent of steam and sweat filled Alex's nostrils.. and with the help of the shirtless antics of his fellow teammates, he couldn't help but feel a little aroused. Being the rather quiet person he was, Alex sat on a bench in front of his locker already changing his clothes, with his sweaty jersey and pads laid out across the floor. The rest of the guys didn't even bother changing, as some were ready to go out and celebrate, jerseys and pads and all.. though Alex couldn't stand smelling disgusting and wallowing in filth. He was readying to take a shower in the locker room.

     As Alex stood, the little bottle of soap he'd taken out of his duffel slipped from his sweaty grasp. Though as he bent down to grab it...

*THWACK!*

     A sharp sting ran along his ass cheeks! Damn towel-clad morons. With a slight groan of pain, palm gently rubbing out the burning sensation along his rear end, he turned around.. and saw it was his proud coach, with a goofy smirk playing on his lips. Alex would've sooner taken a nearby towel and thwacked the person right back if it were someone else though in the presence of his coach with just a towel wrapped