Fantasy Football Roster Part 01

“Mr… Mr. Cain?” Cole had to do a double take as he entered the gym’s locker room. Mr. Cain was one of his former English teachers and this only seemed to have a hint of what the old man used to look like. The scrawny nerd of a teacher who he used to pick on looked nothing like he remembered. Now he was packed with solid bulky muscle from head to toe. His thick hairy chest filled the sleeveless shirt.

“Cole?” Mr. Cain stared at him for a second and then a smile filled his face. “I didn’t expect to see you again. Thought you went off to college and weren’t coming back.”

“Well, I’m not really. Just visiting. Came back to celebrate with my parents about joining the NFL,” Cole bragged. “Thought I’d get in a workout while I was still here. But man you’re looking good. Been working out a lot?”

“I guess you could say that. I got this app that really helped out,” Mr. Cain said.

“Yeah? Must have really done wonders,” Cole felt himself looking up and down the teacher’s thick body. Mr. Cain filled his clothes. The sweat dripping from his body just made it cling to him all the better, showing off each and every curve of his body. Even without the 30 inch cut waist, he still looked like a bit of a sex symbol. There was a hunky commanding coach vibe instead of just a fit jock or bodybuilder.

“Like what you see?” Mr. Cain prodded at Cole.

It still took the 24 year old to realize he was staring. “Hey, you know I’m kind of surprised you remember me,” Cole tried to change the subject. He shook his shorts trying to hide what was starting to grow between his legs.

“Forget you? How could I possibly forget you when you would put mud in my coffee or never do any of your assignments. And when I’d go to Principal Smith, I’d be told to just deal with it and make sure you still passed. Can’t have our star football player lose his scholarship now, can we?”

Cole could hear the anger behind Mr. Cain’s fake smile. “Right,” he tried to laugh it off, realizing that he had been pretty bad to the teacher. “Anyways…”

“So how’s Michelle? You two still dating?” now it was Mr. Cain who changed the subject. But Cole was confused when he pulled out his phone and started typing something into it. If he wanted to keep talking, why would he do that?

“Good. She’s doing good. We’re actually about to get married in a few months,” Cole lied. He didn’t know why he was still lying about something like that. Him and Michelle had broken up almost a year ago now because he couldn’t ever finish inside her. He’d have to think about the other guys on the football team to get hard but once she started making any noise or he could feel her smooth skin, he’d go soft. 

“Oh that’s so exciting. You two always looked so happy back when you were in high school,” Mr Cain smiled. There was something a bit devious behind it as he went back to typing in his phone. 

“Uh-huh… So happy,” Cole continued to lie. He had to pretty much beg her not to say anything when they broke up. 

“And school? Must have gone pretty well too. I know you weren’t a complete dumbass and I’m sure you couldn’t get away with just sucking off a few guys to get some passing grades. Gotta get your protein somehow, right?” Mr. Cain laughed. “C’mon man, it’s just a joke.” He added a couple of playful punches against Cole’s arm to try to lighten the mood. 

Cole smiled, weakly, to try to play around with Mr. Cain. He knew the teacher wouldn’t have had a reason to really suspect that he was gay, or could have possibly known how right he was. And it was a lot more than just a few guys. To properly pass all his classes he had to really learn how to do it. Studying for his classes would have probably taken less time, but wouldn’t have been nearly as fun. He could already feel his cock growing at even the mention of it. 

“Anyways, let’s get a shower. You stink!” Mr. Cain pulled him into a headlock and started ran his closed fist against his hair. 

“But…” it was hard for Cole to think. Even as he pulled away he still felt the dull pain from the noogie. “Didn’t I just get here?”

A loud hearty laugh from Mr. Cain filled the locker room. “Just got here? I knew I ran ya hard but I thought prime NFL meat would have been able ta keep up. C’mon buddy, I’ll lead the way.” The headlock loosened to just an arm around his shoulder, as Cole was led to the showers.

Cole could have sworn he’d just gotten there. But the dull stiffness and tiredness in his muscles begged to differ. Not to mention how his shirt was drenched in his sweat and clinging to his hard pecs and abs. Each of the six muscles could be easily seen through the fabric. The same was true of his nipples.

It wasn’t until Mr. Cain stripped down to nothing that Cole realized just how uncomfortable he was. Staring at the strong bull of a man in nothing as his hard cock pointed at the wall, he couldn’t hide his feelings anymore. The dull arousal turned to full on lust. He gripped the wall to hold himself up. All his muscles needed the blood flowing through his body but it seemed to focus solely on his dick. 

“Something wrong?” Mr. Cain acted like everything was normal as he turned on the shower. His large hands started feeling the bulk of his body, moving the solid mass of his belly and pecs all over the place. His thick fingers slid through his hairy torso parsing the dense forest of dark brown hair. 

“I-I-I-I…” Cole felt his mind stop as he stammered on the single syllable. Just seeing the man’s clothed body had made him interested, now he was naked. It was more than he could have imagined. And then that cock. Most porn stars would be jealous with it’s size and length. And then it was straight as an arrow with a thick vein on top. “I think I should shower at home,” Cole choked out.

“Nonsense,” Mr. Cain gripped the back of his shirt and pulled him back into the shower. “We’re already here and there’s no reason to stink up the truck.”

“But I…”

Mr. Cain paused for a second. “You’re not nervous to be showering with another guy are you? I mean you’ve had to have seen plenty when you were in the locker room. Right?”

‘None that looked as good as you,’ Cole felt the thought stop anything else from entering his mind. His eyes stared intently as Mr. Cain’s hands lathered up soap between his thick furry pecs. Cole was like he was stuck on autopilot until he would finally admit what he was feeling.

“Hey can you get my back?” Mr. Cain held up the bottle. 

“Huh?!” Cole’s mind was brought back to reality. It was the first time he noticed that he was completely naked with the shower raining down on him. He could feel the water cascading down his body. But Cole was distracted again by Mr. Cain’s handsome smile.

“I guess I can get you first,” the older man squirted some of the soap into his hands and rubbed them together, lathering up the soap. He was faster than Cole realized and was behind his back before Cole could react. His strong hands gripped the football stud’s shoulders and started to run the soap against his back. Mr. Cain gripped and massaged Cole’s muscles. “How’s that feel?”

“Good…” Cole moaned. His dick was starting to point at the wall as Mr. Cain’s hands released the tension in his body. Those hands must have been magic, as any stiffness he was feeling was replaced with a relaxing and calming sensation. Even as his finger slide between his butt crack, Cole couldn’t help but feel calm. Though a quick wince of pain as he felt his insides invaded.

“And that?”

“Good,” he choked down the mild discomfort that he was feeling, only expressing the pleasure to encourage Mr. Cain more. The finger wormed its way deeper, opening him up while it wiggled inside him. Cole’s dick throbbed. “So… Good…” he breathed. 

“I’m so glad to hear that,” Mr. Cain’s furry face nuzzled against Cole’s smooth neck. The jock moaned at the confident nature as more of the older man’s weight was pressed against him. His firm hands reached around, and ran up and down Cole’s muscular torso. The football stud’s amazing definition tingled under the coarse hands. “Did you ever think this would really happen?”

“No sir,” Cole’s face fell against the ceramic tile of the shower. His body was pressed up against the cold wet surface. 

“Better or worse than your fantasies?”

Cole felt Mr. Cain’s warm breath against his face. And the former teacher’s dick pressing up against his tight hole. It gently pushed against him as pre dripped from the tip. “Better…” he moaned as he felt his body open up for the thick dick. He winced as he felt his body nearly split open. Mr. Cain tried biting at his shoulder and neck to distract from the pain but his dick was so much bigger than he imagined. Compared to the finger he’d always used, it was almost like it was his first time. “More…” his body ached for the feeling to fill him up. 

“Good boy,” Mr. Cain growled in his ear. It pressed up against Cole’s colon and sent the younger man over. “Guess you still need some training though…” a cocky grin filled his face as he said it.

The treble from Mr. Cain’s compliment was more than Cole thought it would have been. He did all that stupid stuff in high school just to get the man’s attention and now he had it. It didn’t matter that he’d finished. Cole’s cock still throbbed for more. As Mr. Cain used him as a personal toy, he loved it all the same. Grunting and groaning as the massive rod slid back and forth inside him. Cole’s heart raced. 

“Oh fuck ya!” Mr. Cain’s shout echoed off the walls as his body unloaded into Cole. The athlete felt another load inside him shoot against the wall and then watched the white spunk get washed down the drain. “Guess you had a lot more in ya than I thought,” Mr. Cain smirked as he watched Cole’s second load go down the drain. He slowly pulled himself out of Cole’s asshole and finished rinsing himself off.

Cole felt a bit embarrassed as he cleaned the rest of his body off. All these feelings he’d been avoiding all came out at once. He wasn’t sure what exactly to do with them all. And then there was the part of him that wondered what his family and team would think when they found out. “Damn it…” he clenched his fist, wishing he could have just said no. That he would have wanted to say no. But once he felt the other man’s hands touch his body, he was gone. Everything he’d dreamed of filled his mind and his dick took over his thinking process. 

“You’re going to waste all the water if you don’t hurry up,” Martin laughed from the entrance of the shower. He had a towel draped around his waist with his phone in his hand. The confident football player smirked at him. Cole felt his dick perk up again. “Don’t tell me you’re ready for round three,” he laughed. “Probably going to have to fix that…”

“No!” Cole lied. Though a lot of his mind was focused on that thick burly body on top of him again. He wanted so badly to run his hands through that furry chest and feel the bulky muscles. A grunt came out of his mouth as he felt his dick throb again. “No…” he looked away at the obviousness of the situation.

“Definitely gonna have to fix that…” Martin smirked as he turned back to his phone. “But c’mon buddy. We’ve got a party to go to.”

“But…” Cole felt his heart split. “Uhhh… What about my family?”

“What about them?” Martin asked. Cole didn’t respond. Despite being so confident and almost cocky, he seemed to have something else on his mind. “Don’t worry about it. If there are any problems, I’ll handle it.” He waved his phone around. “Got it?”

“Got it…” Cold responded, unsure what Martin could have meant.