7
Coach James
Try as he might to justify it, Coach James knew that it was wrong. But even though he did, another part of him really didn’t care. It just felt so damn good. James told himself he only wanted to hook up the student with one of his world-famous rubdowns; the kid did say he was sore, after all. But deep inside, James knew he wanted so much more.
“How do you want me?” Steve asked, clearing his throat as he walked in front of James toward the bedroom.
Damn, James thought as Steve walked in front. That ass of Steve’s was incredible. Round and full. He could see the muscles contract as each cheek rose and fell, tempting the older man to take a bite out of it…or at least, that was how he read it.
Moving in closer as Steve stepped inside the bachelor pad bedroom, James looked around the room before answering. He wanted to do a double take that the room was all in order. It was dark wood furniture decorated with sports memorabilia all over. James was a man’s man. It was odd, but he kind of hoped that Steve noticed.
It took everything in him not to rip those pants down and fuck Steve right then and there like he wanted to.
Biting his lip, James looked into Steve’s face. The way that the kid’s face flushed as his eyes roamed up and down James’s indicated to James that he wanted more than just a massage too. James knew he did. He had caught him checking him out in the shower. He had seen his package afterwards and how hard it was. Why was he still playing games when he knew what was on this kid’s mind?
“We can do it on the floor if you want, or better yet, in the bed…” James said, taking his shirt off and wiping his sweat from his face. He made sure to give his abs an extra hard flex, too. He had them, so he may as well show them off.
It was the first time Steve had seen the coach without his shirt since he’d spied on him in the shower, and it clearly made him nervous. “I…” said Steve, stuttering.
A smirk spread across James’s face at the nervousness displayed by the young Steve. It was then that he decided that enough was enough. No more of these cat-and-mouse games. It was time to admit it. He just wanted to skip all the games and unzip Steve’s pants and get at it.
They both wanted each other, and no one else had to know what they did behind closed doors. What two adults did in the privacy of their home was their business.
“Come on now, Steve. We’re both men. We’re not boys anymore,” said James, draping his arm over the dresser.
Steve blushed, but one glance at the bulge in the younger man’s pants and it was clear his cock agreed with what James was thinking. “Yes, sir, but—”
James moved closer to him, one step at a time. Each step more confident than the next.
“Steve, if you want something, you just have to say the word. No beating around the bush. You do want it, don’t you?” he said, tracing his finger over Steve’s shirt.
The young man’s muscular body felt better under his touch than he’d thought it would over the fabric.
James wanted to slide his hand under the shirt, but stopped himself. He realized that at the moment he was coming on pretty strong, and wouldn’t go any further without Steve’s consent. He wanted to hear him say it. “I asked you a question, and when a man asks you a question, you answer.”
Steve cleared his throat. “Yes, s-s-sir.”
And that was it. The words he needed to hear. Now, it was on.
Lowering his voice, James asked, “So, you like it soft, or do you like it hard?” James’s cock sprung thick and hard as it waited for the answer. Really, the answer didn’t matter. One way or the other, this kid was getting it…
Swallowing hard, Steve answered. “H-h-hard, sir,” he said.
A rumble of a laugh bellowed out of the older man. He was more than happy with what he heard. “Good.”
The tip of James’s tongue swept across his full bottom lip as he locked eyes with Steve. He made sure that Steve’s lips were quivering before he spoke again. “Good, I’m gonna give it to you hard.”
Then, without warning, he grabbed Steve by the back of the head, gripping him hard by the scruff of his hair as he parted his own mouth. Maybe Steve had never been kissed by another guy before, but by the way he tilted his head and closed his eyes, he wanted it bad. His lips dripped in perspiration as James slid his other hand behind Steve’s back and pulled his hot body closer.
The feel of the two hard bodies pressed up against one another was exactly what James needed after a long, hard day. Work was over. Playtime was just about to begin.
He couldn’t wait to work out his stress on the young man’s ass,pumping it hard. Whether his legs be in the air, or he down on his stomach, or even down on his back, it didn’t matter. He was going to get it every which way.
They were mere inches from kissing, to the point where James could feel his warm breath on his lips, when a series of loud honks outside, loud enough to be heard in his bedroom, interrupted them.
The coach loosened his grip and asked, “What’s that?”
Steve went pale and said, “It’s my…uh…I’ll be back…”