Coach Johnson’s Johnson gets Measured

The atmosphere was tense as Coach Johnson paced back and forth in front of the SPU wrestling training room. Sandra stood tall, with her clipboard in arm along with her assistants Lucy and Beth.

"Damn" - said the coach, scruffing his salt and pepper hair in frustration. "I am only able to find the smallest of guys this year. This is clearly SPU. I guess I have to be happy that that requirement does not apply to the team coaches."

"Oh really?" replied Sandra, raising an eyebrow. "You think you're exempt, Coach Johnson? Let's see what you're packing shall we?"

Before he could protest, her assistants had wrestled his pants down to his ankles. Sandra knelt down and took out a ruler. "Well Coach Tiny Johnson," she started, as she measured his flaccid penis with a smirk. "I guess you fall short too. Looks like a measly 3.8 inches!"

Coach Johnson's face flushed red with embarrassment but suddenly his pathetic pecker sprung to half mast at her mocking words. "Ah ha! And ready to rumble at 4.99" Sandra laughed. "Hell, you would have barely made the team if we measured that pathetic excuse of a pecker hard! Struggling to pull your pants up now, are you Coach?"

The coach fumbled with his pants, his face turning crimson. Suddenly, a dribble of cum erupted from his tip, further embarrassing him. Noticing it, the women burst out laughing at his impotence.

"My god, look at that 'honus' Coach!" Lucy said, pointing at the dribble. "A few drops and a dribble - is that all you got? How do you expect to lead successful men with a pecker like that?"

"Now now girls," Coach Johnson said sheepishly, finally getting his pants back up. "It's not that bad. Performance anxiety, you know..."

"No, I think it's a sign of an even bigger problem," Beth chimed in, not letting up. "A man who can't satisfy his own needs certainly can't do it for his team. Maybe you should be reported to the Athletic Director for not being up to the task as coach."

The women's mocking laughter echoed in the locker room as Coach Johnson fled with his tail between his legs, muttering under his breath about "unfair" requirements. Sandra and her assistants exchanged knowing glances.

"Guess he won't be 'coaching' anyone with that short fuse," Sandra chuckled. "Back to the drawing board for more recruits. Looks like SPU has set the bar a bit too high this year!"

They all laughed heartily at the coach's expense, shaking their heads in disbelief. Another tough season was in store for the wrestling team, and not just because of their new recruits' shortcomings. No, it was their coach who was coming up short in every way imaginable.