1. What kind of tone do you prefer in an erotic story?
Sensual and erotic
2. Choose a setting:
Gym locker room
3. Preferred dynamic or relationship type:
Dominant/submissive
Coach / student
4. Describe your ideal main character:
Coach Daniel
Burly male
Hung and hairy
Straight-passing
5. Describe their love interest/partner:
Aaron
Naive college age hunk
Huge bubble butt
Straight but eager to please his coach
6. What key fantasy, scene, or moment would you love to see in the story?
A moment after training where the coach takes advantage of Aaron in some way. Coach convinces him to strip down or try on something skimpy that shows off his huge ass. Coach using Aaron’s naïveté to get himself off.
7. Do you want to include or avoid any specific kinks, themes, or boundaries?
Include: ass play, hot underwear, straight guys doing things against their better judgment
Avoid:
8. What kind of ending do you prefer?
Open ended, say for Aaron to have another encounter
The locker room had emptied. The clatter of dropped weights and the strained grunts of effort from the gym beyond were nothing more than a muffled hum behind concrete walls. Here, the air hung heavy—thick with the scent of sweat, soap, and something more primal. Steam curled from the nearby showers, softening the edges of the hard, tiled space. It felt suspended in time.
Aaron leaned forward on the bench, shirtless and dazed, his breathing shallow. The burn in his thighs from the brutal workout Daniel had dragged him through hadn’t faded—it throbbed, dull and hot. His gym shorts were clinging damply to him, the material molded to every contour. He hadn’t realized just how soaked they were until Daniel entered.
The coach moved like he owned the space—like gravity bent around him. Shirtless, hairy, and broad in every direction, Daniel looked carved from another era, all strength and dominance wrapped in silence. His forearms flexed as he slung his duffel down. For a long moment, he just watched Aaron.
“Still standing?” Daniel’s voice was low, threaded with something close to amusement.
“Barely,” Aaron said, chuckling breathlessly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “You wrecked my legs, man.”
“That was the point.” Daniel stepped closer, casting a shadow over Aaron. His smirk twisted into something darker. “And you took it like a good boy.”
Aaron froze. The words buzzed through him, sharp and electric. He looked over his shoulder, searching Daniel’s face. “What… what did you just say?”
Daniel didn’t answer with words. Instead, he unzipped his duffel and pulled out something black, shiny, and small—barely enough fabric to call it underwear. He held it up like a challenge, pinched between two fingers.
“Try these on,” he said casually, stepping forward. “I want to see how they fit you.”
Aaron blinked. “Are you serious?”
Daniel raised an eyebrow. “You said you’d do whatever it takes to impress me.”
“That’s not—” Aaron started, then stopped. His mouth was dry. His body was betraying him. His pulse thundered in his ears, and yet… he didn’t move.
“Prove it,” Daniel said, quiet but firm.
Aaron hesitated—but not for long. Something in him stirred. Curiosity? Hunger? He wasn’t sure. He swallowed hard and stood, then slid the shorts down his legs. The cool air kissed the curve of his bare ass, glistening from the workout. He didn’t look at Daniel, but he felt him. Watching. Breathing heavier.
Daniel’s voice came soft but thick. “Good. Now put them on.”
The briefs clung like they were painted on. Aaron turned slightly, self-conscious but emboldened, cheeks flushed with heat.
Daniel stepped behind him, fingers brushing the curve of Aaron’s hip, then running over the snug fabric. “You don’t even know what this does to me.”
Aaron trembled under his touch. “This is insane… I don’t even know what I’m doing.”
Daniel leaned in, his beard grazing Aaron’s ear. His breath was warm. “You don’t have to know,” he murmured. “You just have to feel it.”
“I’m not—” Aaron started, but Daniel cut him off gently.
“You can say stop anytime.”
Aaron didn’t.
Instead, he turned, breath shallow, and looked at Daniel directly for the first time.
“I’m not stopping,” he said.
Daniel stepped closer, his hand lifting to Aaron’s face, thumb tracing his jaw. There was heat in his touch, but also a strange tenderness.
Their lips met.
It was slow. Careful. The kind of kiss that asked a question and waited for an answer. Aaron kissed back—not with certainty, but with need. It poured out of him in every shaky breath, every uncertain movement. He didn’t know what he was or what this meant, but he knew what he felt. And Daniel… Daniel grounded him in it.
Clothing fell away.
Skin met skin, warm and sweat-slicked. Daniel took his time—fingers exploring, lips grazing, voice guiding. He whispered things Aaron had never heard another man say to him. Things that made him melt made him gasp.
“You’re doing so good for me...”
“Just breathe… that’s it…”
“I’ve got you.”
They moved together on the bench and against the wall, the chill of the tile a sharp contrast to the heat between their bodies. Aaron gave in—not out of submission, but trust. Daniel's experienced fingers found their way to Aaron's cock, stroking it gently at first, then gripping harder and faster as Aaron moaned in pleasure. Their hips collided as they thrust against each other, seeking friction that made their muscles tense with excitement.
Daniel guided Aaron to kneel on the bench, positioning himself behind him as he applied lube to both of their cocks. He gently pressed the head of his erection against Aaron's entrance, asking one more time for consent before slowly sliding inside him. The sensation was overwhelming for Aaron—painful at first but gradually transforming into pure pleasure as Daniel found a rhythm that sent pulses of heat through both their bodies.
Every touch was permission. Every word a tether. Daniel was dominant, yes—but never careless.
And when it was over, or paused, or transformed into quiet, Aaron found himself sprawled on the bench with Daniel draped over his chest—their bodies slick and tangled, their breaths gradually syncing.
“You didn’t expect that,” Daniel said softly, his hand spread wide over Aaron’s heart.
Aaron laughed—a broken, breathless sound. “Didn’t expect you. Didn’t expect me.”
Daniel chuckled, the sound low in his chest. “That’s the best part. Watching you figure it out.”
Aaron turned his head, meeting Daniel’s eyes. “So… what happens now?”
Daniel didn’t look away. “You tell me.”
Aaron didn’t answer—not with words. He reached up, laced his fingers through Daniel’s.
And for now, that was enough.
