16
Coach James
Where was he?
As James stepped inside the locker room and locked the door, his mind was totally preoccupied with one thing and one thing only: the young man with the big dick that was going to get a real good fucking.
He’d earned it, too, pushing his buttons like that. When he’d first seen him on the top of the bleachers, James couldn’t quite figure out what he was doing separating himself from the pack like that. But seconds later, when he had spread his legs, going commando so that James could see those luscious balls, he’d worked it out. He had almost tripped over his feet when he first saw them. He had had to work every mental muscle he had to keep his mind of what he was saying and not those full-looking balls.
James would suck those fat puppies until they melted in his mouth. His cock stiffened at the thought of the naughty things he wanted to do to this man, all the while searching for him down the long hall leading to the lockers. They didn’t have much time, and he wanted to find him quickly. He didn’t want to waste a second he didn’t have to.
“Hey, where are you?” called James. It was more of a command than a question. He couldn’t let the kid get away with how he had acted, and he best start putting his foot down right now.
But there was no answer to his command. A fact that only made him madder. He was really going to teach this kid a—
His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the soft echoing sound of moaning in the near distance. It was like a siren song, calling to him.
“I said—” But he stopped, his words catching in his throat when he spotted Steve.
Sitting on a bench, just around the corner and out of view of the main door, was Steve, his legs spread with his hands down his shorts while he stroked his cock. The tip of the mushroom head peeked out of the elastic strap as he did. It was as if it was daring James to come taste it. He had to hand it to him, that kid sure knew how to turn him on.
“Mmm,” Steve said, moaning as he stared James down. “Hey.”
His shirt was off, too, and those nipples stared back at him. They were already hard and ready for sucking.
James smiled, biting his lip as he approached. “You like pushing things to the edge, don’t you?”
“I thought you liked that,” Steve said, cracking a smile. He then lifted and released the elastic on his waistband, making a snapping noise as it slammed against his ripped abs, still pressed up against the mushroom of his cock.
“Come here,” said James as he approached Steve, grabbing him by the hand and lifting him up into a kiss.
It was electric as their lips slammed against each other’s. In the danger of the open locker room, James didn’t even care as he tasted that sweet, wet mouth of his. Steve kissed him back, too, harder than he had last time, moaning the whole time as his tongue teased James’s.
The previously silent room was soon broken by the sounds of their heavy breath and noises of them sucking. It only intensified the more and more they both got into it.
“Fuck, you really like to kiss, don’t you?” James asked.
He didn’t let the young man answer, though, as he grabbed him by the back of his head and stuck his tongue down his throat. It was time to show him who was the boss around here.
“Ohh,” gasped Steve when James’s hand reached down under his strap, into his shorts, and cupped his big balls.
“My, you’ve got big balls,” said James, taking them both in his hand as he squeezed.
“The better for you to taste them,” Steve said with a smile. James gave them a squeeze to let him know who was boss. To let him know who those balls really belonged to.
“These balls are mine. You hear me?” James said, biting his lip. He needed Steve to understand. He didn’t share. What was his was his. And he would have them whenever he wanted.
Steve gave him a half smile as if to tease him. “Yeah?”
“Fuck, yeah. And if I get word that you let anyone at them, then you’ll pay the consequences, and I mean that,” he growled, kissing him up and down his neck, rubbing the scruff of his beard against his soft, adolescent skin.
“And what kind of consequences are those?” asked Steve as James applied more pressure. Steve gasped.
“Do you really want to find out?” James cupped them in his grip again, squeezing them a little harder this time.
“Fuuuck, harder, please. I want to feel the pain,” moaned Steve.
Shit, why did he have to say that? It turned him on even more. James squeezed a little harder and Steve arched his neck back, sucking in air. He really did love it.
“Ohh,” Steve said as James applied more pressure.
The two men kissed passionately, lost in the heat of the moment until James, somehow, pulled himself from the kid’s mouth and made his way down to his nipples. They were already hard and prime for sucking. Luscious nipples, like the rest of Steve’s beefy, muscular body. James wanted the whole thing.
“Mmm, I love it when you moan like that,” James said.
With his mouth around Steve’s nipples, he moved his spare hand down the kid’s pants, using his middle finger to tickle his already hard shaft.
“Fuck,” Steve said, sucking in more air. He clearly liked that.
His body was already slippery with sweat, the steam from the two of them seeming to fill the locker room around them. The amount of bodily fluid pouring off the two would make what he had in mind for later even easier.
Steve also seemed to really like what he did, and that turned James on more. James loved to please almost as much as he loved being pleased himself, and the fact that this kid was so new to this meant that everything he did sent the kid into pangs of ecstasy.
He kept kissing Steve at the same time as he slid his finger into his pucker, loving the way it swallowed it.
No doubt, the two men were definitely compatible.
“Shit,” Steve said, and James pumped his fingers into him more. Slowly at first, then harder and faster while their kisses grew more intense and his hole swallowed the entire thing.
Steve’s precum dripping from that big, swinging dick drizzled all over James’s arm, and he pulled his arm up, waited until Steve’s eyes opened, then licked the salty precum up, one tongue swipe at a time. He wanted the kid to see him taste it. “God, you taste good. I want more.”
Not being able to wait any longer, he fell to his knees, yanking Steve’s shorts down as he did. The cock was fully exposed now, staring him in the face, daring him to do what he knew he was about to. Opening his mouth, James swallowed Steve’s cock whole.
The thick piece of meat slid down his hot, wet throat, and Steve responded by gasping, “Holy fuck.” James felt Steve’s hand grab him by the back of the head, pushing him deeper.
He hadn’t been able to get that taste out of his mouth from the last time they’d fooled around, and he’d craved it ever since.
He pulled it from his mouth, now teasing the young man’s balls with his wet tongue. The coach sucked in each ball, sliding them in and out of his mouth like they were marbles.
He did all this while pumping his finger in his ass. Moving it to match the moans of Steve, responding to his body as much as his moans.
“Holy shiiit!” Steve screamed, until James covered his mouth. He would give the whole game away if he didn’t keep it down, as hard as that may be.
He stood up now, moving even closer to the young man. He let the silence grow as a means to emphasize the moment. Only when it was thick and heavy did he take a step back, his eyes flicking back down to Steve’s cock as he licked his lips in hunger.
“Holy shit. Damn right,” said James, his booming voice echoing in Steve’s ear. “And we’re just getting started.”