Page 20 of The Coach

The bathroom was small, clean, with the faint smell of hotel soap lingering in the air. I stripped my shirt and undies off, leaving them on the tiled floor. Stepping into the glass-doored cubicle, I turned on the shower, the sound of the running water a soothing backdrop to the drumming in my head. Warm rivulets cascaded over my body, washing away the last vestiges of sleep and hesitation, leaving only the raw, quiet need that had been building for months. My hands slid over my skin as I soaped up, and I felt myself grow hard, the mere knowledge of Blake’s proximity reviving my senses.

Fighting the need to jerk off, I finished washing myself as fast as I could. I thought I heard a knock on the door, and then voices as Blake took the delivery from the waiter. My stomach growled at the thought of food, my hard-on finally going down. Stepping out of the shower, I found a towel and dried myself off, then brushed my teeth using Blake’s toothbrush. Feeling alive at last, I wrapped the towel around my waist and stepped out of the bathroom.

Blake was standing next to the window, his mighty figure framed in soft morning light as he sipped his coffee, hovering above the trays with our food. My stomach growled again at the sight of toast and scrambled eggs, the smell of fried bacon and coffee filling up the air. Then our eyes met and held each other’s, and I forgotall about food, the rest of the room melting around the edges. My desire for him burned like a secret flame, making me feel light-headed. As my eyes absorbed him, so effortlessly handsome in his white robe, I felt more drunk than last night at the bar. This was it, the realization hit me. This was the moment I’ve been waiting for. Now or never.

My hand went to my waist and I undid my towel, letting it fall to the floor with a whisper. Standing naked before him got me rock-hard again in seconds. Having his eyes roam all over my body made me leak precum, my cock pulsating in the rhythm of my heartbeat.

Then, slowly, Blake’s hand went to the belt of his bathrobe, pulling on it. The robe opened and he shrugged it off. And for the first time, I saw him completely exposed. My God. Big, hairy, commanding, all hard muscle and solid virility. Huge, fat cock and a pair of gigantic, low-hanging nuts.

He was perfection.

I lurched forward, darting around the bed, until I slammed into that wall of muscle that was Blake Hudson, my coach. He gripped me in his arms like he wanted to crush me, but only our lips crushed, my arms clasped around his neck, his gliding down to my ass. My mouth opened in a gasp, and his tongue slid inside, meeting my own, our breaths becoming one.

We tumbled together onto the bed, rolling around, one big mess of grabbing limbs and naked flesh. It wasalmost like wrestling, only there was no spandex to stop the sensual friction of skin on skin, my cock rubbing against his stomach, his cock poking at my groin. He flipped me over like I weighed nothing, like I was a toy in his arms, and lowered himself to my ass. I felt those large paws spreading my cheeks, then the tickle of his beard ghosted over my cleft, and finally,finally, his mouth was on my hole.

“Oh God,” I whimpered, wriggling underneath him. “Blake, this feels so fucking good… Don’t stop…”

He mumbled something, too busy eating my ass to speak. His tongue teased the tight muscle, first swirling around, then pushing inside, trying to go deeper. I was reduced to a quivering mess, mewling in ecstasy as I pushed my butt into his face to meet that probing tongue. Never in my life have I experienced such pleasure. But I also wanted to return it, to taste him, have him in my mouth. So, I wiggled around on the bed, him following my movements like his mouth was latched onto my hole, until I managed to position myself in the opposite direction.

As we made a perfect 69, I found his cock at last. I could barely close my fist around it, and it pulsed in my hand, precum leaking over my fingers. A muffled growl came from somewhere between my legs as I took him into my mouth, his face buried in my crack. More moans filled the room as I started sucking, bobbing my head up and down his meaty shaft, taking him as deep downmy throat as I could. Fuck, he tasted amazing, his precum sweet like fruit juice. It took some willpower to pull back and let it go, but I craved the taste of his nuts, too. That musky scent I knew so well was the strongest there, emanating from his heavy sack. How could anyone have such huge balls? I could hardly fit one of them in my mouth. As I licked and sucked them, he disengaged from my hole to let out a gasp, but then quickly resumed tongue-fucking me.

An elation bubbled inside my chest that was separate from the tide of overwhelming physical pleasure. I’ve imagined many times how my first time with Blake would be, but I never thought we’d end up sixty-nining in a matter of minutes.

“Fuck me,” I heard myself say. “Please, Blake. I can’t take it anymore. Please.”

He seemed to pause for a moment, but then his big body moved faster than I ever expected. Untangling himself from me, he turned me around and lay on top of me, my legs over his massive shoulders. “I—I don’t have any condoms,” he said, looking me in the eye. “Or lube, for that matter. I didn’t plan for this to happen.”

I considered our options. I usually carried a condom in my backpack, just in case, but my things were in my room, down the hallway. Could I sneak into it without waking Finn up? But what if he’s already awake—or if someone else sees me going in and out of Blake’s room? I couldn’t risk it. Besides, even if I found a condom, westill didn’t have any lube and… I’ve never actually done this before. I mean, I’ve swiped my V-card in my first year at Williamswith a girl I briefly dated, and I’ve had a few drunken hookups at frat house parties after that. But I’ve never been with a guy—and I’ve certainly never bottomed.

But Blake was looking at me with lust-colored eyes, and I’d be damned if I missed my chance to have him right now.

“Do you have anything we could use instead of lube?” I asked.

He thought about it for a moment, then said, “I brought a bottle of massage oil. Maybe that?”

“Yeah, I think that could work.”

“What about condoms?”

“I, uh… We don’t need them. I’m kind of… a virgin.”

His expression sobered up. “What?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’ve had sex before. Just never did, you know, butt-stuff. And I got tested at the beginning of the semester, just to be on the safe side. Haven’t been with anyone since.”

“Jesus, Tyler,” Blake said, pulling back and kneeling on the bed. He placed his hands on his thick, hairy thighs, his cock sticking up between them like a flagpole.

“What?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbows. “That doesn’t change anything… does it?”

“Of course it does! I don’t want your first time to be painful. Or with some washed-up geezer like me.” He looked away from me, face twisted with worry. “You should share this experience with someone your own age.”

“Oh, don’t give me that crap, Blake! You’re not even forty, so stop acting like you’re ripe for a nursing home and I’m some stupid kid who doesn’t know what he wants.”

He gave me a sharp look. “I’ve already told you I don’t think you’re stupid.”

“Then act like you mean it.” We held each other’s gaze for a few silent moments before I spoke again. “I wantyou. No one else.”

“I—I want you too.”

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