When we were done, I was exhausted, and both of us were coated in sweat and smelled like it too. I slipped on my jock, shorts and shoes, and quickly joined my coach setting up the hurdles, which started 3.5 hours of hard work. "Yeah thanks, well like you I run a lot, and well this" he said lifting up his penis, "just part of the package" he said matter-of-fact.
"You um, you've got a good body coach and um.you've got a big one". "Hey" he said, "you still listening to me?" I kept listening to him talking, but I couldn't take my eyes of his cock and I realized I had stopped getting myself dressed. Wow, it was a nice fat soft cock, protruding from a dark bush with low hangers and dark hair on his legs. I eyed his naked body quickly, but focused on his cock. He wasn't in a rush to put on his jock, but kept talking while he was facing me. He stripped off everything, and when he finally got down to his underwear, there was a brief pause, and then down they came. I was naturally, trying not to look obvious that I was giving his body the once over, first time seeing him naked. Then what followed was just a brief run-down of what we were going to be working on that morning. And with that, we started to undress and I suddenly felt a little awkward with my coach stripping down beside me, but, it was also great that he felt that comfortable with me.
I laughed, and told him it was 'totally cool'. "How do you feel about being in "the inner sanctum?" he asked mysteriously lowering his voice.
There was still a communal shower and the lockers were full size for each staff member. The men's staff dressing room was of course much smaller than the student's huge dressing room, but looked really like a miniature version of the massive student lockers and showers. He continued walking down the hall and into the 'forbidden corridor'. When we got to the student dressing room door, he said, "Mike, special treat - you can use the faculty dressing room on Saturdays. He and I clicked, and both understood the amount of work required to make it all happen. I was a 5ft-10 blond haired guy in my graduating year. He was only in his 2nd year of teaching, so was probably 26 years old? But, he had been the track star at his high school and at University so he knew his stuff. It felt a little strange being the only student in the school with my coach, but I have to admit, I also felt pretty special - in a good way. Davis did, and together we walked down the empty hallway with our gym bags hanging from our hands. I showed up that first Saturday morning at the same time Mr. After two weeks, we agreed it wasn't enough and agreed to do Saturdays from 8:00 - 12:00. Track practice would be three times a week after school until 6:00pm. I had to check with my part-time employer, but managed to work it out in order to take on the extra track work. I was asked if I would be interested in stepping into fill his role in the hurdles and as part of school support, the coach would provide some extra private sessions to get me up to speed. One of my team mates had an accident on the weekend and as a result would not be able to run for several months. "Come in and sit down, Mike" he said quite cordially. Davis was sitting there and both he and the Principal welcomed me into his office.