Coach Roscoe surveyed the empty locker room at the beginning of the new season.

“Wow, what a difference a year makes,” he thought to himself.  Indeed, the locker room still had the bright, clean appearance that the locker room moms from last year left it in.  And it even smelled nice!  “How do we keep this tradition rolling into the new season?”

The memories of last year flooded his mind.  The look on the boys’ faces the first time they realized that their moms would watch them get naked.  The time that the moms ganged up on John and stripped him naked.  And it was all worth it.  The boys all agreed that the experience of having their moms in the locker room, inspecting them, gawking at them, smiling as they got an erection, were critical to their championship success.  The boys told him that they hated it at first, but it really did increase their confidence both on the field…and with their girlfriends.  Even shy Declan was juggling a couple girlfriends at the same time.

“I don’t know what Linda Kaplan said to that boy, but she really had an influence on him.  Really brought out the man in him!” John thought.

John emailed the new group of mothers seeking their locker room support.  This group of mothers was sympathetic, but most were unable to help due to work commitments.  Only three moms were able to meet to learn more about what this volunteer role really entailed.

The following afternoon, John got an early workout in and jumped in the shower before he would meet with the moms.  At 4:00 p.m. sharp, the three moms met as planned and waited nervously outside the boys’ locker room.  They didn’t know if they should wait outside for coach or enter.  Finally, Abby Booker, Ashton’s mom, gently knocked on the door.  John opened the door, dripping wet and just wearing a towel around his waist.

“Come in, ladies!” John said.  “You didn’t have to wait outside.  This will be your territory as much as the boys’.  Please, have a seat,” John said, pointing to the bench in front of the row of lockers as water dripped from his body.

“We didn’t want to bother you if you were in the shower,” Helen said.

John laughed.  “You are never a bother,” John said as he placed his foot on the bench.  Bridget gasped as she realized that John’s hairy cock was fully exposed under his towel, only three feet in front of her face.  She nudged Renee, who looked over and couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Ladies, here in the locker room, you will see all the boys fully nude.  You’ll even see me naked sometimes,” John explained as he removed his towel and dried his leg.  After his legs were dry, he stood straight up and rubbed the towel across his back, giving the ladies a full-frontal view of his body.

“You are the beneficiaries of the soccer moms’ efforts from last year.  They really changed the locker room culture to promote responsibility, cleanliness, and an openness to the male body.  Now, of course, you will still have to build that trusting relationship with this new crop of senior boys.  It will take them a while to be comfortable naked in front of you.  You are going to see a lot of red faces, feeble attempts to hide their penis, awkwardly trying to change into their jockstrap without you seeing the goods.  It’s kind of comical.”

“Coach, don’t worry, we know.  We raised these boys and saw them go through all the phases of their awkward teens,” Renee said.

“I know, ladies, but you have to realize that they are now 18-year-old men with their own set of insecurities about their bodies and sexual development,” John said as he turned to dry his ass.  “But don’t be fooled for a minute.  Underneath those shy, awkward, uncomfortable, and embarrassed behaviors lie red-blooded 18-year-old men who completely love being naked in front of their friends’ moms.  You will be the object of their nightly masturbation sessions.  So please do everything you can to build up their confidence.  Smile at them.  Make extended eye contact.  Take good long looks at their cocks.  Give them casual touches on their arms, legs, ass.  If you feel a connection to a particular boy, it’s OK to maybe give his pubic hair a little tug.  Compliment their physiques that tells them that you really are looking at their penis and like what you see.”

The three moms tried to concentrate on John’s instructions, but they didn’t know where to look.  They tried to make eye contact and pay attention, but John’s heavy, hairy cock was dangling in front of them. 

“Ladies, I can see that you are a little uncomfortable with my nudity.  If you are going to help these boys, you really need to be completely comfortable with male nudity and fully in charge in the locker room.”

“Yes, but, uh, well,” Bridget stumbled.

“OK, if you are serious and really want to help the boys, I have an idea,” John said.

“Anything, Coach.  I’m sorry, it’s just that we are three divorced moms who haven’t been around a naked man in a while,” Renee confessed.  “We really want to help the boys.”

John tossed his towel to the ground and stood squarely in front of them.  “If you are game, why don’t we do a little, uh, ‘team building’ activity to help us all be comfortable with each other.”

“I’m not doing any trust falls, no offense,” Abby joked nervously to lighten the mood.

“Haha, no, no trust falls.  Ladies, if I may be so bold to suggest, let’s go take a shower together.  Go ahead and grab a locker and undress,” John said. “I’ll go start the showers to warm up the water.”

The three stunned women looked at each other. 

“That hot naked man wants to take a shower with us?” an incredulous Renee asked.

“Do you know how long it has been since I have been in the shower with a naked man, especially one with, with that beautiful penis?” Helen said.  “I honestly don’t even remember.”

“Hurry, ladies, the water is nice and hot,” John said.

“Coach, I appreciate what you are trying to do, but I’m just a middle-aged mom with sagging breasts and a few extra pounds,” Helen said.  Helen was, indeed, middle-aged.  But she was being modest about her body.  A “few extra pounds” might have meant just that—maybe two or three extra pounds.  But Helen was an avid walker and watched what she ate.  She still had that “Homecoming Queen” look from high school.  Her long, muscular legs were perfectly proportional for her 5’8” frame.  And the only reason her breasts were sagging a bit was because they were above average sized and subject to gravity. 

“Helen, this whole experience is for the boys to become comfortable with their bodies.  If you are going to help them, then you must be comfortable.  We really want to promote body positivity.  Besides, Helen, you have nothing to be ashamed of,” John said as he walked up to Helen and began massaging her ample breasts over her shirt.  Helen took a deep breath and closed her eyes as John played with her breasts. 

“Oh my God, Coach,” Helen said just above a whisper.  “Your hands are magical.”

Once John sensed that Helen was relaxing a bit, he helped her pull her shirt over her head, leaving her standing in her bra.  John massaged her left breast and slipped it out, revealing her light tan nipple.  He playfully gave her nipple little flicks with his tongue.  Without thinking, Helen instinctively reached down and touched John’s penis.  Her fingers slid through his pubic hairs and gently tugged on them.  She wrapped her fingers firmly around his thick, hard shaft and stroked.  John opened his mouth and began sucking and licking her breast. 

Bridget and Renee watched Helen and Coach intently.  They didn’t need any more convincing as they each opened a locker and began stripping.  In a minute, they were both nude and looking at each other.  Giving each other an approving smile, they moved behind John.  Bridget and Renee both grabbed an ass check and rubbed it.  Bridget licked her finger to get it wet and began pushing against John’s asshole.  John relaxed his ass muscles as Bridget gently slipped her finger up his ass. 

John reached behind him to touch Bridget’s pussy.  “Did you shave just for me?” he asked.  Bridget was already getting wet from watching John dry off in front of them and then watching him suck on Helen’s breast. 

“If that’s what you like, Coach, I’ll always be freshly shaved for you,” Bridget said.

“It’s John, unless you like a little locker room fantasy,” John said. 

“Well, John, it seems like we are living out this locker room fantasy right now,” she gasped as she guided his fingers inside of her.

Renee got on her knees and turned John to face her.  His cock was fully extended, pointing up to the ceiling.  She stuck her tongue out and began licking his cock, starting at the base, working up the shaft, and swirling it around the head.  John was precumming pretty heavily, and Renee licked up every drop.

John could feel the tension building up in his body, but he didn’t want to come yet.  He gently pulled Renee up and gave her an appreciative kiss.  “Ladies, let’s get Helen undressed and take this into the showers.  You know, to get comfortable with each other’s bodies.”

“I’m feeling pretty comfortable with your penis, John,” Renee said with a smile.

“And I’m feeling pretty comfortable with your fingers inside of me,” Bridget said.

Helen quickly undressed and said, “Let’s go, girls.  Shower time!”

All four of them headed to the steamy shower room.