9
Coach James
Even in the nippy air outside, the heat of jealousy bubbled through Coach James’s veins. He knew that it was none of his business, and yet he couldn’t help it.
When Steve walked toward him, he wouldn’t even look at him. This only compounded the issue.
“Just a…friend,” he mumbled when James asked who it was. Although he had no reason to lie to him, there was something weird about the way he said it. Plus the fact that he avoided eye contact only made James more suspicious.
“Friend?” James asked. It wasn’t only suspicion that laced the concern in his voice. What they were doing…were about to do, was wrong. He worried that someone might catch on to what Steve and him were turning into, what he had planned. If he was going to go through with this, he needed to make sure that he could keep it contained.
He’d caught a look at the blond guy who had taken off in the car. He was good-looking, too, and the way this ‘friend’ looked at Steve made him wonder if they were more than just that.
“Yeah, he’s my friend.” Steve gave him a dirty look as he walked toward the house. “Why?”
James didn’t like his attitude one bit. But no matter. He’d just have to teach him who was boss. “What do you mean why?” James asked. “I don’t like your tone.”
Steve pushed past him and into the house. “Well, you’re not my dad,” Steve said. Angry at the sudden attempt by Steve to be the dominant, James followed him inside and grabbed him by the arm to turn him around.
In a totally unexpected move, Steve yanked his arm back from James and pushed him away. James, stumbling but quickly regaining his balance, narrowed his eyes at him. He didn’t put up with that in life, and he definitely wasn’t going to under his own roof. Steve was strong, but not strong enough, and James pushed him back and pinned him against the wall, his hands gripping Steve’s wrists on either side.
“Now, listen to me. I don’t want to hurt you. But you need to learn a little respect.”
The tension between them was thick as James could hear, and feel, Steve’s slow and steady breathing, his warm breath on his face. “Yeah? How you gonna do that?” Steve asked, baiting him.
They were inches from each other, the heat of their bodies seeping from their pores.
James’s voice rumbled as he moved closer to him. “You’re really cruising for a bruising, aren’t you, kid?” He tilted his head, daring him to make a move.
Steve tried to push him off, only to be slammed against the wall again. And a third time, only to be shut down with an explosive kiss before he could say a word.
Teeth clashing, the force of the two men’s brute will ignited the passion between them. James pressed his body up against Steve’s as he kissed him, still holding him in place. His hot breath feathering against Steve’s lips felt perfect.
Whether this was his first time with a guy or not wasn’t important. The guy could kiss, there was no denying that. James’s lips devoured Steve’s as he tried to taste every inch of him that he could, slipping and sliding in perfect harmony. But even as he ate him up, the older man only wanted more. So much more.
Letting go of Steve’s wrists for the first time, James ripped his shirt off instead. James took a step back to admire Steve’s exposed taut chest and delicious nipples, heaving up and down from the passion he had just experienced. James, licking his lips in admiration, opened his mouth and went for them, sucking on them long and hard. As Steve moaned, James could feel them go hard in his mouth. It only made him suck harder.
“Oh, fuck,” Steve said, arching his neck back and gripping the back of James’s head as he sucked some more. James continued to lick and tease Steve’s nipples with his flicking, hot wet tongue.
“Jeez,” said Steve, gasping for breath again.
“You want conflict? Fine,” James grunted as he pulled his mouth off him, blowing cool air on his nipples now. “But this is how we resolve it under my roof. We fuck it out. You hear?”
“Jesus, yes, Coach. Anything you say,” gasped Steve. “Mmm.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” James said as his other hand ran down Steve’s smooth chest toward his crotch. When it reached the top of Steve’s pants, James paused for a second, running his finger lightly over Steve’s skin. He loved the way that Steve’s body shook as he did. Then, without warning, he plunged his hand into the jock’s pants, grabbing the young man’s balls, rolling them in his hand.
The young stud gasped as his balls where fondled before nearly screaming when Coach James moved his hand across and grabbed him by his thick stem. James couldn’t help but smirk as his hand wrapped around the creature he found in the young kid’s pants. Quite the beast.
Pushing Steve onto the couch, James barely got his pants off him before he freed Steve’s cock from his boxer briefs. It was just as James fell backwards on the couch that his rod stood up for attention, announcing itself to the world. And, without a moment of hesitation, James sucked that mushroom head into his mouth.
Thick and delicious, the way James liked it. “You ever had your cock sucked by a man before?” asked James.
“No, sir,” said Steve, his whole body shaking as James took another mouthful and slid the veiny cock down his throat. It was thick, almost too much for James to take. But he was willing to give it a go.
Steve moaned. “Holy fuck.” He arched his hips up involuntarily. James grabbed either side of his hips, as the young man bobbed up and down, working that dick in his mouth.
The salty taste of Steve’s precum was like a drug to him and he couldn’t get enough. He hummed and moaned his vibrations through Steve’s stem.
“Jesus, Coach. Oh, fuck, man,” said Steve, his eyes fluttering and voice breaking.
James pulled his mouth of the young stud’s cock for just long enough to toss his pants and underwear on the floor, leaving the young man totally naked. On his knees now, James lifted Steve’s legs over his head and slipped his long tongue into his crack, tongue-fucking his hole. It tasted so sweet.
Steve’s moans turned into screams the harder James shoved his tongue inside. “Oh, my God.”
“You never had anyone tongue fuck you before?” asked James with a smirk on his face.
“God no,” Steve said in between gasps, his body convulsing as it begged for more.
“Baby, you’ve got too much ass to go to good waste. I want to live in your ass,” James said, the vibration of his voice echoing off Steve’s luscious ass cheeks.
The coach needed more of this goodness, much more.
He pulled his head from Steve’s crack, only to flip him over onto his stomach instead. Then, ass in the air, James shoved Steve’s legs apart with his knees. He gripped a cheek in each hand, spread them open, and slammed his tongue inside, sucking and fucking Steve’s hole with his long tongue.
“Uuhhh,” said Steve, his breath muffled by the couch cushions.
Not wanting to miss a single inch of him, James then slipped his hand under Steve to stroke his long, dripping cock. It was so big and hard, and the way it pulsated beneath his grip only spurred him on to jerk it harder.
Then, as carefully as he could in the moment, he pulled Steve’s cock back and sucked it from behind.
“Holy shit!”
It was more than long enough for this particular move, and that big head of his practically melted in his mouth, it tasted so good. James wondered how he’d gone through life without it.
“I’m going to…holy shit, I’m going to…” Steve screamed.
James didn’t need the warning. He could feel the cock pulsating faster and faster as it prepared to rain hot cum in his mouth. He sucked harder, wanting to taste and swallow it. He was ready, he could feel it coming when—
The phone rang from the other room. A very particular tone ringing out through the house.
Shit, not now, James thought. But he couldn’t miss this call. No matter what the situation. He had to get it.
Letting the still hard cock fall from his mouth, the coach sat back. “I…gotta…hold up…” He got to his feet and hurried from the room.
Steve was left alone on the couch, soaked in sweat, and dick still hard as he panted for more.