15
Steve
He made sure that he wasn’t wearing any underwear today. It was all part of his plan as Steve sat in the gym with the other players.
Steve sat there, watching the coach with intent as he went on and on about how the team members needed to keep their mental energy as strong as their physical. He was deep in the middle of the lecture as Steve slowly spread his legs. He made sure that the other players weren’t watching, but that the older man was, and opened wide just enough so the man could see his balls.
His team members stared straight ahead at the coach, clueless of what Steve was doing. The older man’s voice echoed in the gym as he walked back and forth, having not noticed yet. His white shoes squeaked across the gym floor as he continued with his rant.
Yes, James had apologized to him last night. But that didn’t automatically make it all better. Steve would make the coach pay for treating him like that.
He was currently seated up on the bleachers at such an angle that no one else could see him besides the coach. Although he thought that James hadn’t noticed, a waver in his voice as he stumbled on his words soon indicated that he actually had. James’s eyes flicked back and forth between the students and Steve’s open crotch. It gave him immense pleasure watching him struggle not to look.
The coach stumbled over his words, clearing his throat as his eyes looked everywhere but at Steve’s open legs. “So, like I was saying. Eating right and getting the proper amount of rest is just as important as…”
Steve thrust his hips up a bit and raised his hand. “Coach?”
Coach James averted his eyes from him. “Yes, Steve.”
“I have a question,” said the younger man, his hand grabbing his junk quickly as he made sure that no one was looking back.
James cleared his throat. “What is it, Steve?” Steve wanted to laugh at how nervous the man got, his eyes practically erupting from their sockets as they struggled not to look. But Steve held it together, careful not to draw attention to himself.
“What about stretching? Is that important too?” he asked, pulling his leg into a stretch at such an angle that James would definitely be able to see his balls.
James bit his lip, then glanced at his clipboard when he realized how odd he must look. “Of course, you have to loosen up those muscles.” He pulled at his shirt collar as if to loosen up the tension. Steve could even see a trickle of sweat dripping down his temple.
Steve had to keep the smile from curving on his lips. He definitely had turned the man on, and the sudden bulge in the coach’s pants was more of an indication than he needed. “I thought it’s better to keep everything tight,” Steve said.
He emphasized the word tight, letting the word drip from the end of his tongue.
Then, as if James suddenly realized how he must look, he locked eyes with him. Clearly he was up for the challenge. “It is in some cases, but keeping everything loose keeps it from tearing.”
Everything the older man said turned him on, and Steve instantly realized the folly in his plan. If he took this charade too much further, then he’d have a visible boner. A semi he could hide from the rest of the class. If he stood to full attention, there’d be no covering it.
“Okay,” Steve said, sweeping his tongue across his bottom lip quick enough for James to see, but then sucking it in before the class had. He was very careful to keep the moment dangling by a thread, just enough to turn on James but not himself.
James cleared his throat again before he focused back on the class. Blowing into his whistle, he barked, “Tell you what. Do about fifteen minutes of laps around the court to warm your muscles up. Ready, go!”
Watching James blow into that whistle only sent Steve’s imagination running wild as he thought about what the older man would do if he wrapped his lips around his own 8-inch whistle and blew.
The other team members took off running, but Steve jogged up to James. Somehow, he had managed to get his boner under control. Enough to stand comfortably, anyway. “Coach.”
He glared at him, clearly furious with what he had done. “What’s up?” He may have pushed it too far with him, but he’d take that risk. Besides, at school in front of all the students, there was only so much that Coach James could do.
“Mind if I go to the locker room for a bit? Alone?” Steve asked, standing close enough to him that he could feel the heat from his body. He pushed his hips out, making sure that the outline of his dick was visible. James’s eyes flicked down, just quick enough to catch.
James spoke quiet enough so that only Steve could hear. “You’re playing with fire, Steve.”
Steve took an audible breath and exhaled, blowing softly on the coach’s neck. “I do like to keep it hot,” Steve whispered, giving him a wink. “Tight or loose, whatever works.”
James, eyes flicking across to the students to make sure that none had noticed the exchange, nodded in the direction of the locker room. “Go ahead.”
He wasn’t going with him? Maybe his plan hadn’t worked as well as he’d hoped. No matter; he was sure that he could change that.
“Coach?” Steve said, turning back for a moment.
“What’s up, Steve?” asked James, purposefully looking down at his clipboard.
“I’m not wearing any underwear,” he whispered again, just loud enough for Coach James to hear. He then grabbed his full balls quick enough for James to see.
He didn’t need to be told if it had worked or not. One quick glance down at the coach’s crotch area, where his boner was now visible, was indication enough.
“Motherfucker…I’ll meet you in there in three minutes,” said the coach.
Mission accomplished. The only question was, what did he do now?