2
Coach James
Believe it or not, it wasn’t the first time Coach James had noticed one of the students watching him. And, not to sound arrogant, but he really couldn’t blame them. Young people were curious, after all, and he knew how good he looked. Usually he would have ignored the situation entirely, but this student in particular was incredibly hot.
Coach James peered through the locker, waiting for the steam to clear. And as it did, Steve’s light-colored eyes, chiseled features, and strong jawline appeared, as if he were a creature materializing through the mist.
He was only about 20 years old, but he looked more mature, more developed. That was what a lifetime of playing sports and working out did to a kid. James would have been lying, too, if he said he hadn’t purposefully caught Steve changing before in the corner of his eye.
Coach James was passionate about helping young people, and it was because of this that he had always kept his interests private. He was 100% professional, and didn’t want to risk doing anything that would compromise that.
But in this case, it was harder than ever. With his shirt off, muscles rippling, hard pink nipples on display, and his big blue eyes wide open, Steve looked completely vulnerable and prime for the picking. It was as if he had been placed there as some form of forbidden temptation.
James tried to keep his mind from fantasizing about the wrestling sessions they could have. He’d take Steve by the waist, throwing him to the ground as they’d see who landed on top.
“I…I…I was just…” said Steve, babbling. James tried to hide his smile. The more vulnerable the guy was, the more it turned him on.
James crossed his arms in mock anger, enjoying the way that he intimidated the young stud. “Uh-huh.” He let those words hang in the air, adding to the mounting tension as Steve struggled to respond.
This school had pretty strict guidelines when it came to this kind of thing. James figured that at the very least he might be able to scare the kid straight. In the long run, he would be better for it.
Living in the closet wasn’t an easy thing to do. If the kid was merely curious, he ought to be more careful.
“Please don’t say anything. I didn’t mean anything by it,” Steve said, swallowing.
Maybe it was something innocent? Maybe the kid had purely been on his way out, only stopping to see who remained behind? But still, James’s curiosity got the best of him, and he just had to know.
Narrowing his eyes at Steve, James asked, “You do this sort of thing often? Watch other dudes?”
“I…not usually…” said Steve, bowing his head and scratching the tile floor with his white gym shoes. He looked absolutely pitiful…and James loved it. Not to mention how ambiguous his response had been. Not usually? That meant this wasn’t the first time, and probably wouldn’t be the last.
He sighed. Steve was definitely interested in men, and he knew how hard that was for athletes. “You know a lot of guys would beat you up for that sort of thing,” James warned.
He didn’t want to sound like his father or anything, but he really cared about young people, especially young gay ones. He knew their struggles and the usual pitfalls of being in that situation. The least he could do was try and help.
Steve’s eyes met his. “I think I can hold my own,” he said, his jaw clenching.
James cracked a smile, impressed by the kid’s moxie. He tried not to look the young man up and down, wanting to hold his stare to show him that he wasn’t kidding around. But his eyes unconsciously settled on his crotch. “Bet you could. Big guy like yourself.”
He had to get away. Even saying that much to him was dangerous. His cock swelled at the thought of what he’d like to do with him, of what he could do with that ample bulge showing in Steve’s pants.
He turned and walked away, content with leaving things how they were. He’d done his job and warned the kid off. He hoped.
“Wait. What happens next?” asked Steve, calling after him.
James realized that maybe he hadn’t done his job as well as he’d thought. He really had to put the fear of God in Steve, give him pause the next time he tried looking at another dude in the locker room.
“What do you think is going to happen?” asked the coach over his shoulder, a half smile curving on his face as he continued toward his locker room office.
Steve cleared his throat. “You’re not going to say anything, are you?” he asked, the waver in his voice indicating how terrified he was. “Please.”
James knew he shouldn’t make the guy suffer like this. He stopped in his tracks, turned around, and asked, “What?”
Steve’s voice went up an octave. “I’ll do anything you want, anything.”
The coach arched his eyebrow. “Oh?” James’s cock twitched at the possibilities of what those six simple words could mean…and what he could do with them.