Little Jackrabbit

Pt.3 Steamy Encounter

Pt.3 Act 1
As Brandon entered the showers, he assumed he was alone in the locker room. So when Coach Nassar called out to him, he was surprised to realize that the coach was still there.

"Hey, Brandon," Coach Nassar's voice echoed in the empty space. "Mind if I join you?"

Brandon hesitated for a moment, feeling a twinge of embarrassment at the thought of being seen unclothed. But he knew he couldn't decline the coach's request, especially after everything they had been through together.

"Uh, sure, Coach," Brandon replied, trying to sound nonchalant as he stepped into the shower area.

Coach Nassar smiled warmly as he stepped under the running water, the sound of the shower echoing off the tiled walls. "So, how are you feeling after the game?" he asked, his voice relaxed.

Brandon shrugged, trying to focus on the conversation rather than his own self-consciousness. "Pretty good, actually. It was great to get the win," he replied, feeling a sense of pride at their victory.

Coach Nassar nodded in agreement, the warm water cascading over his broad shoulders. "You played really well out there, Brandon. I'm proud of you," he said, his tone sincere.

Brandon felt a surge of gratitude at the coach's words, his embarrassment slowly fading away as they continued to talk. Despite his initial hesitation, he found himself feeling more comfortable in the coach's presence, grateful for the opportunity to connect on a deeper level outside of basketball.

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As Coach Nassar began to soap up his body, Brandon couldn't help but notice the coach's impressive physique. His gaze lingered on the coach's caramel skin, glistening under the water, and the way his muscles bulged with each movement. Despite trying to maintain a casual demeanor, Brandon found himself captivated by the coach's masculine presence.

"Uh, so, Coach, how do you think I played today?" Brandon asked, trying to divert his attention from his growing fascination.

Coach Nassar chuckled, the sound reverberating in the steamy shower room. "You played great, Brandon. Your performance on the court was impressive," he replied, his voice deep and resonant.

Brandon nodded, trying to focus on the conversation as he felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Thanks, Coach. I really appreciate it," he said, his voice slightly shaky.

As they continued to talk, Brandon couldn't help but sneak glances at the coach's lower body, his gaze drawn to the impressive bulge between the coach's thighs. Despite his best efforts to remain composed, Brandon felt a surge of desire coursing through him, unable to ignore the undeniable attraction he felt towards Coach Nassar.

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As Brandon tried to maintain his composure and engage in conversation with Coach Nassar, his attention was inexorably drawn to the coach's lower body. He couldn't help but notice the impressive bulge between the coach's thighs, which seemed to be accentuated by the steamy mist of the shower.

Coach Nassar's endowment was impossible to ignore, commanding attention with its size and prominence. Even through the fabric of his wet shorts, Brandon could discern the unmistakable outline of the coach's well-endowed manhood, hanging between his muscular thighs with a sense of pride.

As Brandon's gaze lingered, he couldn't help but feel a rush of desire coursing through him. The sight of Coach Nassar's impressive package filled him with a mixture of fascination and arousal, stirring a primal longing deep within him.