My junior high PE teacher was the last daddy--Italian, collar-length black hair with thick salt-and-pepper sideburns, bushy mustache, and chest hair that curled over the neck of his tee-shirt. Although he played it off as a swinging bachelor (it was the 70's), I'm fairly sure he messed with the boys. When I got to high school, he supervised community night swims at the junior high. I used to go just to see him shirtless and got brave enough to flirt a bit with him. He teased me back, but I couldn't tell if he meant it, so I didn't take the bait. Wished I did now.
In high school, the hottest coach was this tall, hairy guy with legs like tree trunks. He wasn't particularly handsome, but the way he moved and the way his chest and ass pulled tight against gym togs made him hot as hell. He banged a couple of girls I knew, but they were pretty secretive about it. I passed out in one of his wrestling classes and came to while he carried me in his arms to the school nurse. I nearly jizzed on the spot.
In high school, the hottest coach was this tall, hairy guy with legs like tree trunks. He wasn't particularly handsome, but the way he moved and the way his chest and ass pulled tight against gym togs made him hot as hell. He banged a couple of girls I knew, but they were pretty secretive about it. I passed out in one of his wrestling classes and came to while he carried me in his arms to the school nurse. I nearly jizzed on the spot.