Adonis Dreams On

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[adonisdreamson]

I'd barely sent the photo off to my WhatsApp mystery man than he pinged another one my way. Wowzers, that was a sight to behold, just the sort of tight, hairy rippling dad-bod that got my jock dick twitching immediately. I found myself fantasising about licking every inch of that fabulous torso, slowly with short, tantalising flicks of my wet tongue. Following the treasure trail up from his briefs and then plunging the tip of my tongue deep into his belly button. Then I'd begin slowly tracing the outlines of his abs before reaching the fullness of his pecs - and there I'd linger, lapping at his nipples, making them stand proud and erect after all the attention I was giving them. Coach would moan softly and hold my head in his strong hands so that I had to stay put serving his nipples until he released me and shoved my head towards his musky armpits. Licking the sweaty perspiration from his pits, I'd then begin to kiss his biceps as he flexed them proudly for me... and then he'd pull me close and stick his own tongue in my mouth, as we mingled our spit and tongue-wrestled.

Shit, I woke from my fantasising as I blew a huge load into my clean white Calvins. That's another pair for the wash - at least they will be when I've lapped up the cum.

[adonisdreamson]

OK, time to reveal a little more to my anonymous admirer, perhaps. He was replying to every photo I'd sent, but I'd been too shy to show much of myself to him. But that last ass shot he sent didn't leave too much to the imagination, so I'd taken this one as I got into the shower this morning. Having taken the photo, I then got a massive morning woodie thinking about sending the photo, and had to blow one off all over the shower curtain just thinking about what Coach's reaction might be - and if he'd give me a hint that it was him sending me the images.

[adonisdreamson]

My last photo had clearly hit the spot, as my mystery WhatsApp-er pinged me another in response, with the message "I'll show you mine, if..." Jeez, whoever this guy was, he had one hot ass! I sat there marvelling at those hairy butt cheeks, and imagining my face nestled firmly between them, licking him out. I could almost feel my tongue flicking in and out of his tight sphincter, him groaning low and deep as I pleasured his man-hole. Surely, it had to be Coach sending me these photos? I found myself fingering my own hole, slowly slipping one, then two fingers in and out - it wouldn't be long now!

[adonisdreamson]

That last photo from my anonymous admirer had really got me going. Hairy ass in a tight jock, what was not to love? I decided to sieze the moment and send another photo back immediately. Fortunately I'd got exactly the one to respond with!

My mate Karl had taken this cheeky one of me without me knowing when we were doing a bit of light weights practise in my garden. He'd sent it to me later that day and said how much he'd enjoyed the view. We'd been fucking on and off for a year or more now, since meeting on the team, so I knew he'd really appreciated the view of my tight butt and shorts stretched over my ball sack. I hoped that my hairy daddy admirer would like the photo just as much. I don't know why I felt the need to send a photo that didn't really identify me, given that whoever my admirer was, he'd got my cell number from somewhere and clearly knew my identity. If only I knew his!

Still, here goes. Now, what to write? "Here's one of me putting in some effort after hours. Blimey, my jock was smelly and damp with sweat after that session." I selected a few (in)appropriate emojis and sent it. My hands dropped to my dick once more...

[adonisdreamson]

I'd been brave enough to send a photo back to my anonymous WhatsApp messager - a carefully chosen one of my torso, modelling strategically lowered Calvin's, and had wondered how long I'd need to wait for a response... In the meantime, I'd been so turned on by just sending the photo that I'd been lying on my bed and gently rubbing up and down my stiff shaft.

My mind had wandered back to the last practise session we had had, when the temperatures in the stadium had soared, and the sweat stains on Coach's T-shirt by the we ended the session. I remembered the musky scent he gave off as I purposely walked close past him on my way to the locker room, and the way his ample ass filled out his tight trackies.... and then 'ping!' - a reply popped into my WhatsApp.

Wow, was this guy psychic or what? Here I was thinking about ass, and a hairy ass photo appears! What were the chances? And what a handsome, bite-able ass it was too, framed nicely by a pure white jock stretched around it's fullness. Boy would I like to lick that all over and then bury my face in its depths and pleasure the fuck out of whoever it belonged to! Question was, whose was it? Still nothing that really helped to confirm my suspicions that it was Coach teasing me...

[adonisdreamson]

"Well, whoever you are, you are certainly succeeding in getting me all steamed up over the photos you are sending me via WhatsApp, so I thought I'd enter into the spirit of things too, and send you this..."

I was 95% sure that it was Coach that had been sending me those anonymous hairy dad-bod photos, but still couldn't be absolutely definite. I thought the best way was to try to tempt him to send me some more photos and maybe he'd end up giving himself away. I'd taken this selfie when I got home from an especially tiring gym session with Coach, and even as I posted it, I found myself rubbing my hardening dick and the precum began to flow. As I grasped my dick firmly between my two hands and began pumping the shaft, I wondered how long it would be before I had a reply...

[adonisdreamson]

Dan had learnt fast, he'd picked up all the techniques faster than any other climber I'd taught in the past twenty years. It was clear that he could go on to great things in the sport, but he just seemed quite content to hang around with the recreational climbing team at the university rather than go into competition, despite my repeated attempts to convince him to do so.

I must confess that I had been quite happy to see him every weekend in term as I drove the club around the state to different locations. For some reason I just couldn't take my eyes off him when he climbed - and frankly when he wasn't climbing either! His taught, lean frame made light work of most of the ascents, and in the humid afternoons of early summer, his skin shone with perspiration as he scaled the face.

I always made sure that I was up at the top of the climbs to offer encouragement and spur all the climbers on, and indeed had usually hauled all of the rest of the team over the top before Dan even started his climb, as he usually wanted to be timed to see if he could beat his previous best on each route.

It had been forecast to be an exceptionally warm day, and the forecast had been proven right, so most of the team were stripped down to shorts, and even I was in shorts today, but felt I ought to retain some distance and had kept my climbing vest on. The rest of the climbers had seen Dan do many timed ascnets and most had kind of lost interest, feeling he was showing off a bit. But I knew that wasn't his intent, he was more interested in pitting himself against the clock, with a drive to beat his previous time on each climb. The rest of the team had thus dispersed along the ridge with drinks and energy snacks after their ascents, so it fell to me to monitor Dan's ropes as he climbed.

He began very fast indeed and had scrambled up half the climb in a very quick time, but then inexplicably lost his footing and slipped, dangling on the ropes and cussing under his breath. The ropes securely in my hands, he wasn't going to drop. "Want to start again, Dan?" I yelled down. He looked up at me, gave that wide grin of his, all charm, and locked eyes with me. "Sure thing Coach, if it's not going to hold us all up too long?" "No worries," I replied "we have plenty of time yet."

"Well, if you're sure?" He descended to the base of the cliff, I reset the timer and yelled "Go!". Again the first part of his climb was accomplished with ease, but I noticed he slowed a little at the place where he'd come unstuck the first time. In fact he paused to look up at me, locking eyes with me for a fraction longer than I'd have excepted, his whole face lighting up with another cheeky grin that made the blood rush to my groin.

Unable to control myself, I could feel my dick swelling in my all-too-loose shorts and starting to tent them out. Dan grinned even more broadly and between adjusting his handholds kept staring back at me. Jeez, from below he would be able to see right up the legs of my shorts and see exactly what was going on...

However, from below came "I'm really enjoying it much more this time, Coach, you know I might even just admire the view a bit more rather than trying to better my time, this time."

I must have blushed, as he gave me another one of those leg-melting grins, and drew his tongue very slowly over his lips, saliva making them glisten in the sun.

Well, that was it, I could feel the precum starting to leak from my swollen knob. Given Dan's response, I shuffled slightly closer to the edge, so that he had an even better view of what was happening inside my shorts. As I did so, I felt a string of precum drip from my dick and could see it fall, glinting in the sun, down the cliff face. Dan had clearly seen it too, as he made a lightning quick change of position, stuck his head out and let my precum splash onto his face! Fuck, thank goodness all the rest of the team were out of sight... Dan stuck his tongue out and licked what precum it could reach off his face, looked back up and me and said "This is why I prefer to stick with the recreational climbing team rather than climb competitively, Coach."

Another glob of precum hit Dan in the face, and let's just say that we ended up exchanging more bodily fluids later that evening after we'd driven back...

[adonisdreamson]

Another photo popped into my WhatsApp feed from the same anonymous account, with the caption "From an admirer". I have to admit that whoever the fit Dad bod belonged to got my dick hard a a rock straight away, and I found my hands slowly stroking the front of my jeans as I mused over who could be sending me these photos. Was it really Coach? He was certainly trim and from the hair that you could see in the V of the necks of his polo shirts, he ticked that box too. He also had my cell phone number as we'd had to provide them for the upcoming team tour too, but would he be so rash? I mean, he could lose his job over something like this... Perhaps it was someone else, but who?

But I couldn't get the thought of it being a photo of Coach's body, and suddenly felt a dribble of precum soak into the jock I was wearing under my jeans. Boy, was my jock about to get stained with cum...

[adonisdreamson]

Having made the error which gifted the opposition their winning score, I'd been so downcast after the game, my team-mates glaring at me from around the locker room. Coach had said that everyone makes mistakes, but I knew that my place on the team was now in question. I was just sat disconsolate on a bench feeling sorry for myself, watching as all the other guys showered, dressed and left. So I almost jumped out of my skin when when Guy, the team captain, appeared from the showers and said, "Cheer up kid, we DO all make mistakes, like Coach said."

"Thanks, Guy, that's kind of you to say so, but it doesn't make me feel much better at letting down the team, and knowing I might not even get on the bench next match."

"It probably won't be that bad, kid, if you show Coach and the team that you're determined to make amends at the next practise, and you never know..."

"Well, if you think that there's still a chance I could keep my place?"

Guy stood there, flexing his biceps and posing in front of the steamed up mirror on the locker room wall, "There's always a chance, kid, always a chance. And you can improve your odds of being selected for the team's next match, of course."

"Really, how, Guy?"

"Have you forgotten that, as Captain, I also have a say in who gets picked for the team?"

"No, but you saw how bad I was out there today, you can't possibly say that you'd recommend me keeping my place after that performance!"

"No, maybe not after today's performance on the pitch, but if you're willing to perform in, shall we say, "other ways", then I might just put in a good word..." he grinned.

"Errrr, I'm not sure quite what you mean?" I stuttered, naively.

"Well, you could come and show me what you think of my flexes, kid - I've seen your eyes wandering in my direction when I'm changing and when we're in the showers!"

I went bright red in an instant. "Sorry Guy, I'm so sorry, it's just that I'd love to have a body like yours, and I know that I need to put in alot of work in the gym."

"Yeah right, I'm sure that's the erason you stare at me all the time, kid. You know I don't mind if there's another reason..."

If it was possible to go even more red, then I must have looked like I was going to self-combust at that point. But I just looked to the floor and shuffled uneasily on the bench.

"If there is another reason, you can show me what it is, kid. Come here and kiss my biceps, we'll start there and then see whether or not I feel that I can put a good word in for you with Coach later on..."

I didn't need to be told twice...

[adonisdreamson]

[adonisdreamson]

Fresh out of the shower, I could hear muffled noises coming from the steam room. I wandered over and, both not wanting to disturb whoever was in there, and wanting to sneak a peak at what they were doing to make the strange sounds, I cracked the door open just a fraction, just enough to be able to see inside. Jeez, it was Coach and the quarterback, and they were not talking tactics! In fact, the quarterback, Tom, was stood on the bench inside the steam room with Coach kneeling in front of him. "Suck this, bitch" growled Tom. Coach didn't need telling twice, his mouth consumed Tom's proud stiffness in one go. Tom's dick was clearly every bit as impressive as his performance on the field, and he was about to perform in front of me! Coach made strangled gagging noises as Tom began pumping his dick in and out of Coach's throat, and I could even see the slobber glistening on Tom's cock as he withdraw from each thrust.

I'd often fantasised about being blown off by Coach, wondered what his handsomely bearded face and strong hands would feel like brushing up against my groin and devouring my own fairly impressive dick. Now I had a ring-side seat, and felt my hands going down to caress myself whilst rapt on the scene in front of me. Rather excited and distracted, I must have leant slightly too hard on the door, which creaked under the pressure. Tom yelled "Who's out there? Show yourself!"

I pushed the door open to reveal my own state of readiness for Coach's mouth, and grinned "Sorry Tom, I wondered what the noise was...."

"Well, you are standing to attention, kid! If you want to join us, come on in, I'm sure Coach won't object - will you Coach?" Coach, slobber dripping from his beard, replied "Not with a dick like that, sir, he can join us any time". This was going to be an education...

[adonisdreamson]

That was another good wrestling practise, and despite only having started the sport a few short months ago, I felt that I was strating to get to grips with the holds better now. Coach had been very positive, and was very helpful in showing me the proper techniques of various holds. And if I'm being brutally honest with myself for once, for a shy guy like me, it was just as much for the feel of Coach's firm strong grip on me that I'd kept coming to the sessions at first. Well, that and his musky smell and lean hairy daddy body. So, whilst I fully enjoyed the same musky smell of the opponents when you were on the mat grappling with them, and the fact that you had license to feel the taught muscular contortions of other guys, and partlcularly when I let my opponent dominate me early in the bouts before I took control, it was really to work with Coach that kept me coming back to the locker room.

I could see Coach over the other side of the locker room chatting technique with some of the other guys on the team, so I thought I'd put on a bit of a show, and stood in front of the mirror as I slowly started to peel off my sticky, stinky singlet, feeling the lycra stretch pleasingly across my tired muscles. As I got down to my butt I turned and looked at myself in the mirror, gratified that the grappling was making a distinct difference to my physique. The scrawny pup was long gone, and now I was beginnging to build some muscle onto my lean frame. I must have got lost in the moment, when Coach yelled across "OK kid, you can put it way now, go have a shower, I think we've seen enough of that butt".

I grinned back "Sorry Coach", but I could see his eyes were glued to my glutes, he didn't really want me to cover myself with a towel. As I found out a few minutes later.

[adonisdreamson]

After the general fitness session with the whole athletics jumps team, Coach and I had spent another intensely focussed hour going over some technical tweaks to my pole vaulting run-up, improving my timing, and such, and I was pretty out-of-it by the time I hit the shower. The other guys were packing up and leaving the locker room by the time I got in, and I said I'd meet them at the juice bar as soon as I'd showered. The hot water felt so relaxing that I must have spent far longer than I was expecting just enjoying the sensation of the water running over my aching muscles - and I must confess, I'd been soaping and massaging myself intimately, whilst enjoying the unusual freedom of having the showers to myself.

"Not finished yet, kid?" Asked the unmistakable gruff tones of Coach.

"Oh, sorry sir, I was just trying to wind down after training" I blurted, trying to turn away to hide my half-swollen schlong dangling prominently between my hairy thighs.

"No worries, I was just going to lock up as I thought the place would be empty by now, but I can wait if you want some more time".

"No, I'm done now, thanks, I can get out and towel down in no time, I don't want to hold you up from getting home to the family".

"No problem there kid, my wife is away at her Mom's this week, so I'm in no massive hurry. Besides, it doesn't quite look as though you're done in there". A huge grin spread across his face and I went an even deeper shade of red.

"Sorry sir, it kind of always happens after I've had a hard training session".

"Well, let's keep things hard then, shall we, can I join you in there?"

[adonisdreamson]

Although it wasn't the gym's busiest time of day, I did know that it was when my college tutor often turned up, and on this occasion I'd managed to time things just right. My tutor was just arriving for a late session, as I had been leaving the shower after my own workout on the weights. So I was quite happy to let my wet towel fall to the floor and stand there butt-naked in full view. I was more than confident in my own skin, and knew there would be several sets of eyes focussing on my tight cheeks. I got my deodorant out of my locker and pretended that the top had got stuck, which gave me the opportunity to jiggle around a bit. "Hey. want some help with that, kid?" - it was the low bass tones of my tutor. Swinging round to face him, I replied "No thanks, sir, I think I've got it now." But given my huge hard-on also swung round to meet my tutor's gaze made his jaw drop. "Well, looks like you're still exercising certain muscles" he grinned "shall we continue the workout?"

[adonisdreamson]

The coaching session had been going really well, so an hour in Coach told us to chill out for ten minutes to relax and stretch, and then we'd finish off with a run before hitting the showers. It was warm out in the sun, so I stripped my top off so I could work on my tan a bit. I was quite surprised by the fact that so many of the folks out on the field seemed to be so interested in my ball skills...

[adonisdreamson]

My neighbour's kid was back from college for the summer and wanted to earn some cash. I had a few yard jobs to be done, so we agreed on a rate and a list of things to be done. The following day he came round to make a start on building up the log store for the winter. Half an hour later and he was sweating like a pig. Peeling off his white T-shirt revealed that he'd certainly matured since going to college and had clearly been hitting the gym. As he threw the ace around with the ease of a seasoned hand, his musk started to drift on the breeze. I began to wonder whether we could come to an arrangement whereby he earned a little bit more for his hard work?

[adonisdreamson]

I thought I'd go for the shy, coy look after getting out of the shower. The rest of my new team mates were already drying off, but I could see one or two glancing slyly in my direction. I was quite happy for them to look, and when I had become the centre of attention in the locker room, I'd start slowly rubbing my undercarriage dry whilst they watched. If anything happened, then I was game...