The moms yanked Coach Roscoe's shirt up over his head, revealing a furry chest and tight muscular abs.  Akira, normally reserved, as is the custom of her culture, uncharacteristically ran her fingers through his chest hair and cooed.  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this much hair on a man.  Asian men tend to look just like Jiro,” she said.

“If he’s still like he was in high school, you’re in for a treat, Akira,” Melanie said.  “That is, if you like hairy asses.”

“What are you talking about, Melanie?  You never saw my ass,” Coach said.

“You guys were the most oblivious seniors in high school.  You never knew that the senior cheerleaders found a gap in the wall between the locker rooms?  Oh my God, we got to see all of you in the shower on a regular basis.  Even our coaches and some of the female teachers got in on the fun sometimes.  You never saw us because we stuck a big wad of gum in the opening,” Melanie said.  “Trust me ladies, the best is yet to come.”

Coach Roscoe, at six feet two inches tall, still had his high school athletic body.  Melanie’s comments only encouraged the ladies as they pushed him onto the bench.  “Have a seat Coach,” Jennie ordered.

The ladies untied his shoes and pulled them off, throwing them across the locker room.  Anne and Lynn each pulled off a sock.  “What size are these feet, Coach?” Anne asked as she gave them a little rub. “They’re huge!”

Coach shyly said, “13.”

“You know what they say about big feet,” Lynn said with a grin.

Akira took her position behind the Coach and reached around his chest.  Her slim body saddled against his backside as her arms struggled to reach around his muscular torso.  “Mmmm, I can’t get enough of this hairy chest,” she said. 

Coach feigned embarrassment and gave minimal resistance as he knew he was outnumbered.  As a 42-year-old single man with secret exhibitionist fantasies, he was now living out one of his dreams.  Being stripped naked in his locker room by 11 mothers of his students was a scene that he jerked off to on a regular basis.  But this was no fantasy.  This was reality.

“Come on, Coach, up on your feet,” Anne ordered.  “Good things come to those who wait, and we have waited all can!”  Coach happily stood back up.  Akira’s petite figure struggled as her arms were still wrapped around his chest from behind.

Lynne grabbed the bottom of his shorts and slowly tugged them, adding to the tension in the room.  All eyes were on his crotch as they came down.  Lynne tapped his left foot, indicating that he should lift his leg to step out of the shorts.  Next came the right foot, and in an instant he was on display in front of 11 sex-crazed women like a Sears catalog underwear model wearing only a worn BIKE jockstrap. The women stepped back to take in the full view. 

Akira couldn’t help herself.  “I wonder how far this hair trails down,” she said.  Still positioned behind Coach Roscoe, she allowed her wandering fingers to slip underneath the waistband of his jockstrap and explore his jet-black curly pubic hair like a patch of Kentucky bluegrass.  “Someone doesn’t shave down here,” she giggled. 

Coach turned his head, looking back and said, “Is that how you like it, Mrs. Tanaka?”  Her thin yoga pants were pressed against his bare ass.  Never wearing panties under the yoga pants, Akira rubbed her engorged camel toe into his ass.  She purred into his ear as she ground her pussy against his ass, which left a wet spot on her pants.

The women were all silent as they watched Coach’s jockstrap come alive as Akira explored the only part of his body that was hidden by the thin, worn, white fabric.

“OK, Akira, it’s our turn now,” Anne said as she stepped forward and grabbed the waistband of the jock.  She slowly pulled it down and slipped it over his feet nearly knocking him over.  Akira held him up, as she wasn’t letting loose.  Coach’s cock immediately grew to its full nine inches.  Impressive on its own, his cock nevertheless looked huge against Akira’s slender Asian fingers massaging him.

“I guess some things never change,” Melanie said.

Akira only released Coach’s cock when her eyes drifted to his legs.  “Ohhhh, the hairline doesn’t end at the cock,” she said as she got down on her knees.  Akira gracefully and sensually swept her hands down his hairy legs and back up, gently rubbing his upper thighs, as the back of her hands cradled his heavy balls.

“Time to wash up, John,” Melanie chirped as the gaggle of women led him to the showers.  They all took turns, four at a time, giving him his shower.  Two women on his frontside with one taking his chest, one taking his legs, and both meeting in the middle.  At his rear were two moms, one taking his back, one taking his legs, and both meeting on his ass.  Each group got 10 minutes of fun before switching off and letting the next group get a handful. 

Finally, as the final group was bathing Coach, Melanie and Jennie were positioned at his front.  Akira was washing his ass and making sure his hole was thoroughly cleaned by her slender fingers.  Melanie was washing his cock, and Jennie was at the balls.  Melanie finally rinsed him off, and she and Jennie knelt down in front of him.  Each lady was licking his cock like a vanilla ice cream cone, that is, if the ice cream cone came with a topping of short, curly black hairs. 

Melanie decided that the time had come to see what she had always wondered.  She imagined that John’s cock would taste good, even if it would be a challenge to fit in her mouth.  She took hold of John’s cock and managed to get the huge purple head into her mouth.  She pushed her head down, and she managed to get another three inches before she started gagging.  Melanie gave Coach’s cock a tongue massage. She swirled her tongue around the head and shaft and sucked in and out, as her hands were gliding up and down his exposed shaft.

All 11 women saw it coming, as Coach began breathing heavily and gasping until he arched his back.  Akira supported his ass still with her middle finger firmly inside of him.  Finally, his cock let loose a barrage of semen that overflowed out the sides of Melanie’s mouth.  She stepped back and swallowed as much cum as she could, but he kept on coming, hitting the four women nearest him and finishing on the concrete floor of the shower.

Everyone was silent.  No one had ever seen their husbands or boyfriends put on such a performance.  They smiled and all approached Coach and gave him an open-mouthed kiss on the lips, which he welcomed and reciprocated.  Most of them squeezed his cock or ass as they kissed him.

The moms finished cleaning up the locker room and made a schedule for their subsequent visits to help the boys keep the locker room clean.

Melanie got to the SUV and Brendan was waiting impatiently and texting all the guys on the team.  Melanie got in and started the engine.  Brendan looked over and said, “Mom, how did you get so wet?”

The chatter on the team’s group text was more animated than usual.

Brendan:

“My mom just got in the car, and she is soaked.”

Justin:

“I can’t believe my mom saw me naked.  I can’t look her in the eyes now.”

Jason:

“I don’t know if I should tell my dad.  I’m so embarrassed.  If my sister finds out, I’ll die.”

Declan:

“I don’t know about you guys, but my cock is still hard.  Just being honest.”

Brayden:

“I’ll deny ever saying this, but guys, you have some hot moms.”

Jiro:

“My mom just keeps sucking her middle finger.  Weird.”