Page 21 of The Coach

Wow. Hearing him admit it, saying it out loud, made me giddy with joy. The smile that spread across my face almost hurt my cheeks. I leaped on him, climbed into his lap, and kissed him like mad. When we caught our breaths again, I said, “Please, fuck me. I’ll die if you don’t fuck me right now.”

His eyes got dark with desire. “Stay there,” he said and jumped from the bed.

I fell back into the pillows while he rummaged through his bag, almost ripping it apart in the process. In a flash, he scooped out a small bottle, a victorious grin on his face. He climbed back on top of me, taking a position between my spread legs. I watched him as heslathered the oil all over his cock, and I couldn’t help but grab my dick and tug on it in the same rhythm, mirroring his moves.

He smacked my hand away. “Don’t rush,” he murmured. “Raise your hips.” With a puddle of oil pooling on his palm, he slid his hand into my crack and rubbed my hole with the thick liquid. It was thoroughly wet from his spit already, but he made sure I was well-lubed, sticking his fingers inside me, one by one, until I could take three of them without wincing.

Then, he threw the bottle away, aimed his cock at my entrance, and, looking me straight in the eye, pushed it in.

My eyes widened at the shock of invasion. Gasping, I bit my lip as the stretch started to burn.

“Is this okay? Do you want me to go slower?”

“Yes. No. Keep going.”

He did, pushing with more force as my ass clenched instinctively, refusing entrance. He placed one of his hands on my chest, right over my heart, and said, “Breathe. Just breathe.”

I realized I was holding my breath, so I let it go, feeling my body relax. At once, my anal muscles slackened their grip, and I felt Blake’s cock sink deeper into me.

“Deep breaths,” he kept on coaching me like we were at practice. “In through your nose… Out through your mouth… In… Out…”

It felt almost like some weird inverted childbirth, and I laughed—or tried to—because the convulsions made my anus tighten again, and the pain seared through my guts. But Blake jerked his hips and his pelvis hit my balls, his cock finally buried inside me to the root. The sensation was weird, uncomfortable, like I had the urge to take a dump. Still, I was determined to soldier on. “Fuck, Blake,” I gasped. “It feels like you’re tearing me apart.”

“I’m sorry, Tyler,” Blake moaned above me, shutting his eyes. Small beads of sweat formed across his forehead. “It’s just so fucking good… It’s like… it’s like a furnace in there… and my cock’s being squeezed and milked. I don’t think I can hold back anymore.”

As he pulled back and pushed his cock back in, he must have brushed over my prostate, because the next thing I knew, I was squirming under him like a worm on a hook. “Fuuuuuck!” I wailed, the cry piercing in the small room. Sothat’swhat it felt like. I’d heard the stories, read the descriptions, but nothing,nothingcould prepare me for the real thing. It was like discovering sex anew, a boy experiencing his first dry orgasm and thinking he must be dying, because nothing else in the world felt quite like it. It was pure ecstasy.

“Are you all right?” he asked, concern written over his face.

“Keep going,” I chanted. “Do that again.”

His hips started working and his cock not only brushed my prostate, but keptpoundingit with every thrust, and I began to shake like a man in fever. My fingers dug into his back, feeling the tension in his muscles as he gripped my hips, pulling me closer—like he wanted to melt into me, like he wanted to own me. We moved together, faster and faster, finding our rhythm, gasping, hands grasping, nails digging.

“Yes, yes,fuck yes,” I almost sobbed, my cries only masked by the loud smacking of his balls on my ass. He wasn’t holding back anymore, plowing my hole without mercy, and the harder he fucked me, the louder I begged for more. “Aaaaaahhh…”

When cum erupted from my cock, my whole body trembled in spasms like I was having some sort of seizure. I yelled, trashing under the man who claimed me from the inside, my hole clenching and milking the organ that pistoned in and out of it. I didn't even touch myself—he had fucked the cum out of me. It was the most intense orgasm of my life. I felt wrecked, destroyed, undone—yet I was exultant, I was euphoric, I was gratified. Through my lust-filled daze, I heard Blake roar and felt his seed flood my insides. He collapsed on top of me, hips still moving, his cock making squishy noises as it slid in and out of my cum-drenched anus.

Is this what Paradise feels like?

Fuck. If I smoked, I’d light a cigarette now. If I sang, I’d be belting out arias. Instead, I just wrapped my legsaround his waist, my arms around his shoulders, holding him firmly in place, still buried inside me. Where I always wanted him to be.

14. Blake

Tyler lay still beside me, my arms wrapped around him, his head resting on my chest. Silence descended upon us like a blanket. Both of us were still too stunned to speak, too amazed at what had just happened. It was the first time for me as much as it was for him. I thought I’d feel more conflicted about having sex with another man—guilty for betraying Jen’s memory, for sleeping with a student, for ‘turning gay.’ I didn’t. None of those things. The warmth of Tyler’s skin against mine feltright, comforting, and for the first time in years, I felt completely, undeniablyalive.

“Hey,” Tyler said softly, lifting his head to look at me. “What are you thinking about?”

I managed a small shrug. “Just stuff.” But the truth was, looking at his pretty face so close to mine, all I couldthink about was kissing him. The weird thing was that itdidn’tfeel weird; it felt as natural as breathing.

“Please tell me you’re not spiraling.”

Pulling him closer, I planted a kiss on those ripe, tender lips as an answer. It was definitely different than kissing a woman; not better or worse—simply different. Like tasting an exotic fruit or discovering kissing for the first time. And once you get into it, you don’t want to stop. My cock hardened again as the kiss deepened, and I felt his erection poking at my thigh, leaving a slick trail on my skin.

Tyler’s hand closed around my shaft and he slowly started to jerk me off. His grip was firm, but his rhythm was measured, the movement of his hand unhurried and deliberate. When his thumb rubbed around the sensitive underside, my whole body shivered. Wow. The boy got moves. Who knew a simple handjob could feel so good? I hesitated for a moment, then took his cock in my hand and returned the favor. This was a day of firsts, and if I was going to do it at all, then I might as well go all the way. But any misgivings I might have had about holding another man’s penis were quickly dispelled, as Tyler moaned into my mouth, trembling from pleasure.

I broke the kiss and opened my eyes so I could look at him. His face was angelic, rapturous—a face of total surrender. I never imagined giving someone a tugcould be so erotic. Yet looking at him as I jerked him off made me feel intoxicated with lust and power.

“You like that?” I said, my eyes never leaving his face.

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