35
Coach James
Lying in bed together while the warm sun cast its rays through their window was just what the two of them needed while bundled up from the cold outdoors.
Although James was content in the moment, Steve stared off into nothingness, and it concerned the older man. He always had something on his mind, and James wanted to fix it.
The older man wanted to be there for him, to listen to his concerns when Steve needed to vent.
“You cool?” James asked, brushing back Steve’s hair as the man lay on his chest. He wished they could stay cuddled like this forever.
Steve forced a smile. “Sure.”
By the tone in Steve’s voice, he was anything but cool. Kissing Steve on the top of his head, he rolled over to his side and looked the man in his eyes.
James couldn’t kid himself. He knew what was on his mind, and it hurt him to see him suffer. “He’ll come around.”
The two younger men were close, damn close, and that type of bond didn’t go away so easily. Although James was a little jealous, he hated seeing how upset it made Steve.
Steve sat up in the bed and said, “I don’t want him to. Maybe it’s over. I mean, we were growing apart anyway.” He was only speaking out of anger. The things the two of them had been through was a cement block that wouldn’t be cracked. James knew that time would heal this wound, but when you were young, time was something you didn’t want to wait for.
“You don’t mean that. He’s your best friend. You’ll work it out,” said James, sitting up with him. Steve was lucky to have such a close friendship. Genuine friends didn’t come around every day.
Steve crossed his arms. “I said ‘I’m done.’” Now he was being childish.
James frowned, knowing he would have to help him mature in the coming years they were together. This was not the way to handle conflicts, and not the way he wanted the man that would wear his wedding ring around his finger, like he had planned one day, to conduct himself.
“Hey, now. We talked about that tone of yours,” James said, narrowing his eyes at him in a way he knew he’d understand. He needed to have respect. He was all about having an equal relationship, as long as Steve understood his place in the bedroom.
Steve turned toward him and said, “What about my tone?”
The challenge was set, and the older man’s cock hardened thinking about how he’d have to drive his point home. That was the frustrating thing about being so turned on by anger and rage. It was almost impossible to get into an argument without wanting to fuck.
James leaned over to him and growled, “Do you really want to go there?” He grabbed Steve by the balls and gripped them hard. Those were James’s balls, after all, and sometimes he had to pull rank.
Steve bit his lip, the pain and pleasure on his face was undeniable. “What if I do?” Steve said. Oh, so he was still going to push his buttons, was he? James would take care of that.
A smirk spread across James’s face as he thought of what he needed to do. “You know what you need?” he asked, his thunderous voice rumbling with warning.
Steve smirked back. “What?” said the younger man, biting his lip in anticipation of what was to come.
James reached across and pulled his shorts and underwear right off in one swoop. “A good dicking,” he said.
Steve gasped air, and he was hard in an instant. That horny fucker was always ready. His sex drive matched James’s, maybe even more so, and that was what he loved about him. He wondered if they would ever be able to get through an argument without it ending in sex. Really, he hoped it never came to that.
James pulled Steve’s legs over his head. Damn, he was pliable. Flexibility made it easier for Steve’s ankles to almost touch his ears.
“Those stretches in practice really have been working, haven’t they?” said James, laughing.
Steve chuckled, licking his lips. “The better for you to fuck me.”
Beads of precum seeped from the James’s cock slit, soaking his briefs. He undid the cord on his sweats, his fingers fumbling as he anxiously pulled off his clothes, shirt, pants, underwear, and all. Despite how many times he had had the young man, he still got equally excited at the thought of fucking him. The anticipation killed him every single time.
Lowering his body, James kissed Steve deeply. Those soft, full lips, the passion and heated breath when the two men’s mouths met and fought for control, he’d never tire of.
His hand went behind Steve’s neck, pulling his head up into the kiss, devouring that hot wet mouth of his. Steve moaned in pleasure, and that only turned James on more.
“Fuck, you know how much I love it when you moan,” James said, smiling.
“Mmm,” Steve said, smiling back and looking at him with his sexy light eyes. “You do that to me.”
James dove down, devouring his lips again, while palming Steve’s thick cock. He jerked the end of it, already sticky with precum. Using it as lubrication, he stroked that thick tool while the two men made out. He made sure the whole thing was dripping wet in its own precum.
He could make out with him like that for hours, if Steve would let him, but not today. James had other things in mind.
Licking the ends of his fingers, James doused them with saliva. Steve, knowing what was coming, arched his back up as James slipped his digits in the younger man’s pucker. The hole closed around his digits like a hungry baby bird needing its sustenance.
“Oh, fuck,” Steve said, squeezing his cheeks together while James pumped into them with his fingers. “Oh, Daddy. You make me feel so good.”
“That’s what I was born to do,” whispered James, pumping good and hard in that wet twat. “Born to make my baby feel good.”
Steve may have been new to the whole men-on-men sex scene, but he took to it like a natural. He didn’t lie there like some men did. He participated wholeheartedly, passionately, giving back as much as he received. And he was always open to learn, relishing the fact that every time they were together, he might discover some new way to please his man.
Pulling his fingers out, James slipped his fat, throbbing cock in next, easing it in carefully so as not to hurt him. But still, James hadn’t forgotten Steve’s tone earlier, and didn’t mind the idea of hurting the kid just a little. The young man needed another reminder of who was boss, and only his fat cock would do it.
“Uhh, God, I need this. Fuck me, take me away,” Steve said, begging. And James was obliged to do exactly that, not holding back in the least.