Coach who?" asked Cody
"Coach Jennings. He retired the semester before you transferred in."
"Great so I remind you of some old dude. Should I get a walker to complete the look?" asked Cody
"No Bro, it wasn't like that. He took early retirement or some shit like that. He was only like fifty or something."
Cody turned and faced Tyler, the game going on below them forgotten. Cody ran his hand down his abs, flexing them as he did so. "I don't know dude, fifty still seems pretty old to me. I bet he didn't have a hot bod like mine."
Tyler reached out and touched Cody's chest lightly with a finger tip, following the line of his pecs "Well he wasn't a twenty year old stud like you, but actually the guy kept himself in good shape. He was an ex-marine I think, he always had a high and tight hair cut and he still worked out every day. In fact..." Tyler stopped.
"What?" asked Cody, with a slight tone of exasperation "In fact what??"
"In fact.... I always thought he was kind of hot." said Tyler, still running his finger over Cody's body.
Cody reached out and gripped Tyler by the wrist. Tyler automatically looked at Cody's face. It was hard to tell with the sunglasses, but Tyler thought he could see a twinkle of amusement in Cody's eyes.
"So..." said Cody "You've got a thing for muscle Daddy's is that it?" he asked
"Well I never really thought about it." said Tyler
"Doesn't mean it isn't true though." said Cody. He paused and then his entire posture changed. Instead of a laid back young jock he now stood ramrod straight like a Sergeant inspecting his platoon. "You see if you want to be disciplined, that can be arranged. Understand?" and like his posture his tone of voice had altered as well. He spoke quietly but in a fashion that made it clear his word was law.