Back in college, I made an attempt to join the crew team. While it became clear that I loved rowing, I was forced to drop out due to academic conflicts. This wouldn’t have hurt so much if I hadn’t been in love with the coach. He was the most attractive man I’d ever seen! Needless to say, I’d jerk off to the thought of him after every practice.
Clearly, I’m not the only one who’s had lusty feelings for their coach. In a recent solo scene, porn star Nathan Sommers jerks off while fantasizing about his old wrestling coach. He got so worked up that he shoved a water bottle up his ass!
So that makes two of us who’ve fantasized about blowing our coaches’ whistles. Care to make that number a little higher? Please take a moment to chime in with your shower or locker room fantasies. And while we’re talking, has anyone turned these fantasies into a reality?
– Dewitt
Photo credit: Cocky Boys
To watch Nathan Sommers fantasize about his coach, follow the JUMP:
Cocky boys look like pussies. Not very masculine if you ask me. I know…I’ll get the usual bashing because I’m black. It’s so funny that my comments are always blasted. Any-Hoo, Dewitt will be posting my pic’s soon. I look forward to y’all’s comments.
I agree with @HngBlkBtm
What is it with this masculine thing? And from someone with the screen name HngBlkBtm?
Guys learn to be comfortable with who you are. Being gay, masculine or feminine is the way you are!
Way, way, way back when I was a freshman in high school, I joined the wrestling team, just because the coach was so hot…I don’t know what I way thinking, there was no way, that I’d of ever been able to roll around grabbing hot guys and not get hard…
Anyway the work out the first day, especially neck bridges almost killed me and I quit…
Should of stayed with it, it would of been good for me…
Anyway the coach was tall, dark, hairy and handsome…pretty sure he didn’t even realize I was alive…
I didn’t fantasize about MY coach. But my english teacher was the coach of the track team. That count’s right?
Isn’t the coach of the track team…
the coach????
I think JSet22 means he wasn’t on the track team, but that the English teacher he fantasized about coached that team. So not his coach but a coach.
yup, my eighth grade PE teacher was the wrestling coach, he was teaching me, had me pinned, and one of his balls slipped out of his jock..jerk off to it to this day!!!!
Never been on a sports team, so I’ve never fantasized about my coach, but years ago when I was starting out teaching college English, I had a student who was a member of the crew. Killer body, but dumb as a post. He turned up in my fantasies for a very long time.
I used to (and still do years later) fantasize about my history teacher from 7th grade. Wasn’t athletic, but was sooo sexy.
Eighth grade math teacher. Done.
Boys’ Varsity Volleyball Coach. Done.
4-H Club Leader. Done.
Boys’ Varsity Waterpolo Coach. I wish.
That dude packed it thick in his speedo.
Horny teen, then. Blowjobs mostly.
Physics TA. Fucked a dude for the first time.
Knowledge is power…hehe.
Good heavens. I’m wincing at the possible feedback on my educational highlights. Accck.
hell yeah! there was a football coach in HS, a short, muscular furry fucker with a super thick stache that i would fantasize about ALL the time. to this day, i don’t think i’ve ever seen a guy have a more perfect ass and thighs. so hot
Lol @ navysausage.
@ToddM: sigh…I guess this post stirred up alot of great memories of my youth…lol. Thank god for military boarding schools…*grin*
My track coach was SO sexy. I’d jack off to him everyday after practice! I do remember this one time when we were chaning in the locker room, and i saw him in his boxer briefs. That man had a perfect ass and he seemed kind of excited if you know what i mean!
locker Room sex is honestly such a fantasy, i have this one fantasy that my coach calls me into his office shuts the door and rams my ass! ughhh so hot.
i remember a few diff coaches…one for the basketball team, one for the football team, one for wrestling, one for track ‘n field, one for baseball, etc. i was afraid to shower most days in the lockers for fear of getting a big boner,,,LOL,,,,those were the days!
I actually ended up fucking my highschool soccer coach after i graduated. Everyone kind of knew he was a pedophile, so when I came out to him, he came out to me…hottest sex ever!!
I use to always jerk off in the locker room after soccer thinking about my coach actually! Which was hot then one day I thought I was alone in the locker room and I was doing my thing and the captain of the football team who was two years older than me walked around the corner and caught me jerking off! I instantly turned red and just stood there with my hard cock in my hand ( I might add that the captain was super hot and my neighbor and my friends older brother) so there I was rock hard cock in hand staring at him and he just stood there for a minute until he pulled down his shorts and his cock was busting out of his jock he was so hard! Next thing I knew we were in the showers and he was forcing his cock down my throat! It was so hot!! We ended up hooking up on a regular basis the rest of the time we were in high school together!
You are one lucky man, navysausage!
I always enjoy fantasizing about my college wrestling days and the very attractive coach that we had to work with each and every day. I ended up writing about these thoughts in some writings I did for Nifty.org
Awesome period of my life! Woof!!!!
In 8th grade in middle school, we had a sub gym teacher that was hired as permanent and I think the second time we had class after he went perm we were all down on the ground doing leg spreads and reaches to stretch our legs and he was clearly wearing no underwear and I was sitting in perfect view. Got quite a show for about 10 minutes. He knew I was looking, but didn’t seem to mind, but he never said anything.
Same year my Home Room teacher was a geography teacher and for “spirit” days the teachers were allowed to wear shorts one day. Oh dear god. He had the nicest hairy legs and he was toned and fit. Had a southern accent and sat at his desk at the front of the room trying to keep his legs crosses. The shorts were so short that I really wanted a peek. Again there’s no way he couldn’t know that I was staring, but he never did anything more than that. I still remember those two days as clear as yesterday though.
Hmm…for me, the question should be have I ever NOT fantasized about my coach? It’s one of those things I thought about even before I was consciously aware of “fantasies” and what my feelings meant towards these rugged, physical, aggressive men who made demands of me every time I saw them.
I remember my karate “sensei” or whatever he should have been called, my tennis coach, swimming coach, jv football coaches (i played offensive lineman, but was versatile and worked with the d-line and sometimes helped the other coaches with discipline/morale) in high school, wrestling in jr high, pe teacher/track and field coach (talk about UNBELIEVABLY sexy! think of the sexiest black man you can think of, and he was more–if Tyrese, Tyson Beckford, Mehcad Brooks, and every stunning actor from Tyler Perry’s plays all had a love child, it MIGHT be competition for this man, who had students, teachers, and parents alike drooling after him in his sleeveless tees and basketball shorts everyday!), my sister’s basketball and volleyball coaches, the head of the athletic department at college (another one who pushed all my buttons–strong, athletic, older, aggressive, protective, and he knew how to crack a smile. i became an aid to spend time with my then-boyfriend, but i admit, coach was why i stuck around even after we broke up), soccer coach when i was a kid, and my first true-blue wetdream starred my pe teacher/basketball coach in elementary. he looked like a mix between stone cold steve austin and hulk hogan, had a body to die for, and he was always patching us up or rubbing us down when we got hurt… damned if i didn’t run into him again just before going to high school and i thought he might have been interested, but backed off cause i was at the local grocery store and there were too many people we both knew around.
the closest i ever came to acting on any of those crushes were a few suggestive comments by my football coach in high school. he would drop me off home cause i didn’t go to my home school and he’d make little comments and one day, touched me on my thigh. we always took little detours if he had to pick up anything before going home, and this time we were parked outside of a cvs and it was already dark. i froze, though, and tried to act like i didn’t understand, but i doubt he was fooled. he stopped making moves on me after that, though. it was horrible, cause he was another one right out of my fantasies, but i was also great friend with both of his kids, served on various committees and social clubs with his wife, and all around it would have been the wrong thing for me to do. but …. still. he was seriously hot and some selfish part of me regretted not pursuing it.