17
Steve
Steve had never felt such pleasure. He hadn’t even known that such pleasure existed. Before now, he had been wandering through life only half awake. Today was his awakening, and there was no going back.
As James led him over to a corner in the locker room, his head spun with thoughts of what had just happened and images of what else the coach had in store for him. This was so much the case that he almost ran into a bench until the coach maneuvered him out of the way.
“Where are we going?” Steve asked, his heart still racing from the kissing and fondling they’d done so far. Not to mention his cock was throbbing from the handling it had just had.
“Do you trust me?” asked James. His low voice made Steve’s whole body vibrate.
Steve didn’t trust anybody, but something about the way the older man had treated him, the kindness in his eyes, made him feel like he could. And if that wasn’t enough, he was horny enough at the moment that he was inclined to let the coach do whatever he pleased.
He nodded. “Yes, sir.”
James gave him a devilish smile. Something in the glint of his eye told Steve that he was in for something new.
He was nervous, though. Everything they did was something he hadn’t experienced before. He had never felt so open and vulnerable. And yet, under the coach’s tutelage, Steve had a feeling he would be taught everything he needed to know. He knew that he would have the coach’s strong hand there to guide him.
James stopped by a cart of clean gym towels. He toppled them over, dumping the towels onto the floor in a corner, hidden away from view.He then pushed Steve down, making sure he landed on his back. He was so dominant and commanding. This, combined with the Coach’s passion and his own excitement, made Steve’s heart pound even more.
James, standing over him now, looked down at him with hunger in his eyes before stepping toward him, getting down on his knees, and crawling over to him. The whole time his eyes were locked on to his.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” the coach said matter-of-factly.
Steve’s mouth parted as he stifled a gasp. How he had longed to hear those words. From the moment he’d first laid eyes on the coach, he had wondered what it would be like to have him inside of him. He had never had someone penetrate him before, and although he was nervous, the fact that it was James made it all the better. His throat constricted at the thought. It was what he wanted more than anything. But he also didn’t know if he was ready to go that far with a guy…even if it was the coach. So many conflicting emotions, all tossing and turning in his head with no clear winner.
“Are you ready?” asked the coach, his rumbling voice caring yet in control. Something in the older man’s beautiful brown eyes set him at ease. He knew that this was going to happen and that the coach would make it as pleasurable as possible.
It was as if he had invited Steve into a world, a safe world that the coach would guide him through. While he was with the coach, nothing could hurt him.
“Yes, sir,” said Steve, before he realized he’d said it. The man bit his lip, his eyes locking with Steve’s.
“I’m not going to hurt you, but it’s going to feel intense. I’m kinda big,” said James.
Steve nodded, actually a little curious by this statement. How big could he be?
It was only then that Steve realized he hadn’t really seen the man’s cock yet. He’d seen the outline of it in his clothes, but never nude. All thoughts he’d had of it were created by his imagination. In there, it was perfect, so he wondered with intense curiosity if the real thing could match his expectations.
James stripped his shirt off, revealing his trimmed hairy chest. His body was perfect—muscular, but not too big, with speckles of salt-and-pepper hair.
Then, grinning as he did, James took his gym pants and underwear off. As he pulled them down, his love tool struggled to be released, clinging to the pants until they were well past his knees. Again, Steve had to stifle a gasp. Big was an understatement.
Thick and dripping with precum, Coach James’s cock was massive and veiny, so big that it seemed to have a life of its own. Indeed, Steve wouldn’t have been surprised if it acted on its own accord. Oh, and it was rock hard and ready for fucking.
Jesus Christ. Holy shit. How was he going to fit that thing inside of him?
But Steve didn’t have long to ponder this as James pulled Steve’s legs over his head and let the saliva drip from his mouth into Steve’s hole. Never tasting it himself, but just getting it ready for a pounding.
The coolness of the liquid between his hot cheeks felt stimulating. He moved in closer, arching his hips up, getting himself ready.
“Ready?” James asked again, and Steve nodded. His eyes fluttered, hoping he could get through this without it hurting too bad. But now that he had seen it, he wanted it inside of him. All of it.
“Take a deep breath,” James commanded, and Steve did as he was told, feeling the head slide through slowly.
Steve’s mouth opened wide as it entered him. It didn’t hurt at all, but it was overwhelming, to say the least. The man was clearly experienced at making sure his partners were comfortable first, slipping it in inch by inch. And, true to his word, Coach James was careful sliding part of his cock in before asking, “You cool?”
“Yeah,” Steve said, slowly relaxing into it, letting his hole swallow it. The feel of this experienced man inside of him gave him more pleasure than he’d expected. The weight of him on top of him and the caring look in his eyes only made him feel safe. “I want more.”
James chuckled. “Kinky motherfucker. You sure?”
Hell yeah he was. He wanted to feel the full power of this man, all of him. That dick was big, but he knew he could take it.
Steve’s hand reached behind the older man’s ass, gripping it and pulling him forward, impaling himself even more on the coach’s cock.
“Shit, I guess so,” James said, chuckling some more as he pressed himself forward. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
Steve had tried to imagine in the past what it would feel like to have a hard cock inside of him. But for all of his fantasies, none had come close to the real thing. The feel of this man’s hard cock sliding inside him was more intense and more amazing than Steve had ever imagined it would be. It was a bliss that he hadn’t known could exist until he was experiencing it himself.
Steve found himself moaning uncontrollably, arching his neck back, squeezing the towels.
James’s hot, wet, and slow yet passionate kisses helped keep his mind off the intensity until his ass began to relax into it. Before long, the dick inside of him felt as natural and as right as breathing. He never wanted it to stop.
“Fuck,” Steve said, able to enjoy it now. He needed it all. He needed it now. “Harder.”
James bit his lip, pumping into him with one whamming pound. “Be careful what you wish for.”
Electricity shot through him, making his whole body tingle with enjoyment as his knees shook, and he bit down on his lip to stop himself from screaming. But the coach didn’t stop there. No, not by a long shot.
He slid in and out, in and out, pumping and swaying, rocking his hips. And Steve enjoyed every second of it.
He wrapped his hands behind the older man’s back, then arched his own hips to get into the rhythm of the fuck-dance. He wasn’t experienced, but he was a quick learner, and boy was he learning fast.
They were like fucking Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers in perfect harmony, two simpatico beings moving and swaying to a silent melody written just for them.
The hot sweat of the older man’s body dripped on him as James flipped Steve onto his stomach.He was so strong and domineering. The weight of the older man on top of him was amazing, too. Steve had always considered himself a man’s man, never dreaming that he would like being controlled this way. But he did. It made him feel owned, possessed by him. He’d never thought of himself as being submissive, but with Coach James, he wanted it.
With Coach James grunting and whispering in Steve’s ear, each pump, each waft of hot breath, each sound of skin slapping against skin drove Steve wild.
He moaned, his voice going up an octave. “Oh, Daddy…” Steve heard himself say, not even knowing where the words came from but sensing from James’s movements that they were the right ones.
James’s eyes met his with a devilish smile. “It’s okay. I love it. Call me Silver Daddy.”
“Yes, sir. Don’t ever…stop…fucking me…Silver Daddy, never ever,” said Steve, daring him to do more. He wanted to see who would come first, hoping secretly that neither of them ever did.
“You motherfucker,” James said, pumping harder and faster. “You know exactly what to do to make me lose control, don’t you?”
Slap, slap, slap! The sound of wet skin pumping into his ass made it even hotter. Steve gripped the towels hard, his moans muffled by their cushion. He bit into the towel in an attempt to stop himself from moaning, but it only made the whole situation hotter.
Moans and grunts turned to screams as he forced his face into the towel again, trying to keep their lovemaking noises unheard.
“Don’t you know every time you scream and moan, it only turns me on more?” James said in between breaths.
“Yes, Silver Daddy,” said Steve. “Fuck, I’m going…” He could feel the cum bubbling up from his balls. He needed a release and fast.
James grabbed him by the back of the head, pulling his head back so that he could feel James’s hot breath on his ear. “You don’t cum ‘till Daddy tells you to. You hear me?”
“Yes, sir,” Steve said, doing whatever he could to hold it off. But it was hard. “But please.”
James stopped pumping as if to tease him as his hand reached down and gripped his balls in an act of ownership.
“Pleasssse,” Steve said, restraining himself from screaming from pleasure. His body quivered in delight and anticipation. He could feel it working its way up from his knees. He didn’t have much time. But he needed permission. He wouldn’t cum without it.
Rocking his hips again, James pumped harder, pounded deeper. His cock was the medicine Steve needed to heal what ailed him.
Lowering his face into Steve’s ear, the coach finally gave him the permission he had been craving. “Now, you can cum.”
“Holy shiiiiiiiiit!” Steve screamed. As if those words were the trigger, a hot stream of white cum rocketed through his dick, making him cum so hard that his ass gripped the cock lodged in his asshole like a vise.
“Holy fuck,” James said, grunting, then pumping some more. He pulled out, rolled Steve over, and came all over his abs, chest, and face.
The stream of thick white liquid was so warm and beautiful to feel that it was like a thank-you present, and Steve accepted it, licking the substance that coated his lips with pleasure. He had never tasted anything so good.