with the thought. Tom told me how the guy had described the pain that accompanied his erections, and that gave me a raging boner for some reason! Tom teased me since he obviously noticed it, and it seemed as though he had a bigger bulge too, but he denied it when I tried to point it out to him too. I tried to not stare too hard. But if I did, it was because my biggest horns grew bigger daily because I was hot for Tom, though he never seemed to sense any of it.

It came to a head one day after we had been out jogging around the track. For the first time ever, he gave me permission to use the coaches locker and shower room. Always before, he had sent me off to the boy’s locker room. But today when he offered the use of the coaches locker room and shower, and I immediately thought, “Hot damn, I am finally going to see him nekkid!” He made it clear that he was “breaking the rules” by allowing me to shower there, and made me promise I would not tell anyone.

Once undressed and in the shower, I imagined I could feel there was a strong zapping of electricity in the air, a sexual tension, and I was anxious to move the sex along in any way that I could. When I got out of the shower, Coach Tom was already out with his back to me and was pulling his white jockeys up over his ass. My dick was at full tilt, and almost scraping my belly, it was so hard. And I wanted him to see my dick since I knew that I was pretty well endowed and he seemed to have so much interest in the size of jock-meat…so I did not cover myself at all. When he turned, his eyes bulged wide as he said, “Damn, does that dick get any bigger?” (I still remember his words as though they were said just a few hours ago!)

As I let him stare at my throbbing dick, he could not hide that he was wearing a growing boner inside the jockey shorts, and I was bold enough to respond, “Sometimes. Does yours get any bigger?”
It was as though time stood still while neither of us breathed or said a word before he said, “Sometimes. Why, you wanna see it?” Of course, I said “yes”, and he hooked his thumbs inside the waistband and oh-so-very-slowly, teasingly, he pushed the jockeys down to let his hard-on spring free, jutting straight out. Then it was my turn to stare.

A beauty of a cock, it perfectly fit his body. His dick matched his body shape and form, maybe someone else might have described it as short and stubby, but it was also thick and demanding in appearance. If it had been longer, it would have been out of place on his body, and if it had been less thick, it would have looked odd on his body. But it was stubby and thick and it was full of blood and throbbing, curved with an upward tilt. Dancing up and down. I wanted it. But before I could do anything, he had pulled his jockeys back up over the beauty. I said something but he over-talked me and said immediately that he was sorry he had done that.

And he truly did seem remorseful that he had done it. He went into his gruff mode and said he was sorry for