Description: As a coach, I worry about my guys. I want what is best for them. I want to see them excel and take some of the principles they are learning on the field and apply them to their lived experiences. I was staying late drafting the season's line-up, but my mind was not focused. All practice long, I could see that our newest player, Lane, was struggling. At the plate, he missed the balls thrown at him. He didn’t appear comfortable catching, and it seemed like he was having a hard time integrating into the team. I know he has top talent. I could almost feel it in my gut but how can I support him over whatever hump is holding him back? I wasn’t getting anything accomplished while stuck in my head. I turned off my computer and was grabbing my bag to go home when I noticed I hadn’t changed out of my practice gear. When I pulled off my tank, I got a strong whiff. “Damn, man! You need a shower,” I stripped down and walked through the empty locker room to the communal shower. I stepped under the showerhead, and it immediately washed away the stress, clearing my mind. My hands followed the hot water running down my hairy body directly to my growing cock. I stroked myself with one hand while my other found my asshole. I was working two fingers inside when I turned and saw Lane standing there. Watching me. “Oh! Hey. How’s it going?” I turned off the water and grabbed a towel. “Hey, coach. Um. I’m doing alright.” Lane responded. “If there is anything I can do, just let me know.” “Anything?”, he asked, staring directly at the erection that I was drying. I laughed. “Well, there is that but if you need to talk, I am here for that too.” To my surprise I turned to see the rookie standing there in his jock, stroking himself through the fabric. “Um…. sure you couldn’t help me with that other thing?” Here is a player stepping up, putting himself out there and asking for help. This is behavior that should be rewarded. I drop to my knees and push my nose into the front of his jock, allowing his young scent to absorb into my beard. The pouch was damp with a mixture of sweat, piss and pre-cum – my favorite combination. I rub my face all over the fabric while he grows beneath. I release his cock and take him in my mouth. Fuck! I forgot how big he is. No wonder he wasn’t comfortable catching. He’s a born pitcher. I thought, gagging on his length. “Yeah, coach. Think we can do what we did the last time. It feels really good.” I stand, bracing myself against the shower wall and present my coach-cunt to him. Lane walked behind me, but all I saw was the massive bat he was swinging. His tongue traced up and down my trench covering my hole in spit. He used his thumb to push more moisture inside. “Coach, can I put it inside of you?” was more of a warning than a question, as my hole buckled under the pressure of his enormous helmet bulldozing his entire length inside my chute before I could respond. I moaned. I needed more. The hairs surround my hole, wrapped around his shaft, refusing to let the rookie pull out until he emptied his nuts inside. I bent over and held on to the bench while the rookie pounded me out, smashing my ass, digging deeper into my dugout. “Coach, I wanna cum.” “Yeah! Cum for me!” Lane whips out just as he begins to shoot, coating my ass with his jizz. “Put it in!” I scream. The rookie obliges, slamming his entire cock back in as it pulses the last of his load deep in my mancave. I was his cumrag and I couldn’t be happier about it. I drop to my knees again and take him back into my mouth. Tasting my ass juices and the cum that covered his still hard cock, an amalgamation of our teamwork. I watch the rookie as we shower together. Maybe he was having an off day. Maybe he was tense and needed to blow off some steam. I think he understands what we have built here; a team and environment where our players can be themselves while encouraging each other to be their best selves. You know what they say - if you build it, he will come. And fuck, did he cum!

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