Page 6 of The Coach

It took me only a couple of minutes to get to my home after that. Before long I was in the shower, warmwater running down my skin, washing away the day’s worth of sweat and grime. It was divine. That’s why I got hard so fast. No other reason. With my balls aching for release, my fist closed around my shaft, and I started pumping, quick and hard. The image of Tyler flashed before my eyes, naked and pleasuring himself in the open showers, fingers sliding into his hole. My cock erupted like it was the Fourth of July. And for a few glorious moments, before the guilt and shame settled in, I was in heaven.

5. Tyler

I wasn’t a superstitious person. I wasn’t the one to look for signs and hidden meanings in every little accident that happens. Some people claimed that there were no accidents, but I always believed it was all just a big, messy, cosmic game of chance. Then again, there were moments like these, when the stars aligned or something, and you stumbled upon your crush, half-naked, right after you’d just emptied your balls fantasizing about him.

The locker room was supposed to be vacant. I deliberately waited until everyone was gone, so I could have the showers all to myself. I needed to release all the pent-up tension that kept building up during the practice. Having Coach so near yet so far was driving me nuts. I had to run to the bathroom several times tocalm down, willing my erection away. There was no way I could go back to the dorm before I shot my load. Which I did. For the third time this day. I imagined him fucking me in the showers, rough, like I was sure he would be, and I finished in minutes.

After I washed the jizz off, I went to the locker room to get dressed, thinking I was all alone. But as I stepped in,bam, there he was. He was just about to leave his office, all intense and assertive like he was still barking instructions at us in the gym. And he was shirtless.

I can only hope my mouth wasn’t hanging open because Goddamn! I already knew he was built like Hercules, but seeing him bare-chested for the first time made me weak in the knees. Those bulging, hairy pecs were huge! His shoulders seemed even wider without his shirt on, his abs were covered in soft, tawny fur, and his arms were massive. But it all paled in comparison to the bulge between his legs. As my gaze went southward, so my mind left the premises. He wore the same tight track pants that he had on during the practice, but I’d never seen him sporting such a VPL before. I’m pretty sure I was drooling at that point.

“Davidson,” he said, surprise coloring his face. “Still here?”

It was only when he put his shirt on that I regained the ability to speak. Although I had no idea what I was saying. My mouth worked independently of my brain, which was busy conjuring scenes from some bad porno.Like, the towel I’d only just remembered to wrap around my waist would suddenly drop to my feet. Then he would slide his pants down those thick, tree-trunk thighs, exposing his leaking, hardening cock. He would step forward and—

But in reality, he was already leaving. “Gotta rush, son,” he brushed me off and practically ran out of the locker room. “See you tomorrow.”

So much for my fantasy.

Standing alone in the middle of the empty locker room, I sighed. I was being a fool. Of course nothing could happen. Why did I keep falling for unavailable men? It’s the same damn Finn-story all over again. Only now it was way worse. At least Finn was my friend. Now I was crushing on my fuckingcoach. A straight, older,marriedman. How fucked up is that? I had to forget him and get over it.Fast.

Then I noticed them. A pair of black briefs lying on the floor under one of the benches a few feet away from me. I knew immediately they were his; every time he would crouch or bend over during practice, I saw that same2(X)ISTwaistband logo sticking out above his track pants. That’s why his bulge was showing so much—he was going commando. Without thinking, I scooped the undies from the floor and buried my nose in the soft fabric, soaking up his scent like a hungry bloodhound. Oh God, howgoodthey smelled! His cock and balls were touching this same cloth that I now held inmy hands. I got hard again, like I didn’t nut only a few minutes ago. What was I saying about signs and accidents? Or maybe this was more of a cosmic irony. Yeah, if I was superstitious, I would think someone up there was making fun of me.

Of course I snatched them. How could I not? I may not believe in destiny, but who was I to look the universe’s gift horse in the mouth?

Worse still, from that day on, I started carrying his briefs everywhere with me. During classes, I kept them safe in my backpack, tucked between my laptop and the textbooks. At night, I hid them under my pillow, careful so Finn wouldn’t notice. I couldn’t even count the number of times I’d jerked off rubbing them all over my face, alone in my room or a bathroom stall, sniffing and licking the musky cotton for any trace of Coach’s scent. I got hard at lectures just from knowing they were there, in my backpack on the floor, touching my leg. When his scent had all but faded, I started wearing them. They were a bit too big for me, but I didn’t care. They werehis. It might sound a tad creepy, but I loved the feeling of having something of his close to me at all times, as if that would somehow make him mine.

A week later, I didn’t even feel shame anymore. I resigned myself to yearn for him in secret, keeping my desires forever buried within. But every time I saw him, I craved more, a look, a touch, a kind word. Knowing I couldn’t get anything else, that would have to be enough.During practices, I did everything I could to grab Coach’s attention, working harder than I ever did before, staring at him and hoping he’d look back at me, dying for him to notice me. It seemed like he’d rather look anywhere but at me. He would praise other guys, even get hands-on with some of them when he needed to show them the moves and grips. But when it came to me, he would only grumble something like “keep it up,” and move along. His snubbing became so obvious that I started to believe he hated my guts.

Yet even that did nothing to dampen my crush on him. As a matter of fact, it only made me more determined to somehow win his approval and get him to like me.

Pathetic, I know.

I hated how desperate I had become. Whenever he would stop to talk to one of the other guys, putting his big hands on them to show them the proper stance, I would seethe with jealousy. But I couldn’t help it. Just a little praise from him would mean the world to me, a few nice words and I’d be happy. Then I could move on. I hoped.

That was my plan for today when I came to the practice. I was determined to be the best and nail every exercise until Coach finally acknowledged me. If that didn’t work, then fuck if I knew what else I could do. The Coach seemed to be in a particularly foul mood, scowling and glaring even more than usual, but I wasdead set on my goal. While we were practicing double-leg takedowns, even Finn noticed my newfound zeal.

“Yo, dude, slow down,” he said between our rounds. “You’re going way too hard, I can’t keep up with you. Did you take something or what?”

“Maybe you’re just out of practice,” I teased him, not easing up. We kept grabbing and pushing each other, but most of the time Finn ended up pinned to the mat. Breathing hard and sweating in my singlet, I was Tyler the Relentless.

“All right, team, now switch partners!” Coach yelled. “Show me the mat returns that we practiced yesterday!” All of us rotated to the next person in our weight class. I got paired with Alex Rodriguez, one of the best wrestlers on the team. He was a bit shorter than me but thicker, even more muscular. His attacks were lightning-fast and vicious, so I braced myself to fend him off. “Go!”

Alex was on me before I even had a chance to react. The next second, I was on my back, disoriented and out of breath. The guy was good, all right. He lent me a hand and pulled me up, ready for another round. When the whistle blared again, we crashed into each other, pushing and pulling with all our strength, but after a few seconds, I got slammed into the mat again. Now I was getting angry. I wasn’t going to let him beat me for the third time. I had something to prove, someone to impress. At the sound of the whistle, I pounced on himlike a tiger, trying to grab him by the waist and topple him down. He fought me like mad, but as I got my grip on him, there was nothing he could do. I lifted him into the air and hurled him into the mat. I guess I got a bit carried away and threw him harder than I meant to because Alex yelped and grabbed his shoulder.

“Ow! Aaaah, God dammit, Tyler!”

I was instantly on my knees beside him. “I’m sorry! What’s wrong?”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Davidson?” Coach yelled behind my back, pushing me away before I could even help Alex to his feet. He knelt beside him and carefully put his hand on Alex’s shoulder. Alex immediately cried out in pain. “Your shoulder’s dislocated,” Coach said in a calm, soothing voice I didn’t think he was capable of. He seemed genuinely concerned as he examined Alex for any further injury. “Don’t worry, kid, you’ll be fine. Come on, stand up and I’ll take you to the health center.”

As Coach helped Alex get onto his feet, I was still kneeling on the floor, feeling like a kicked dog. The entire team had gathered around, watching everything, their stares heavy on my back. “Alex,” I almost wailed. “I didn’t mean to…”

“Move away, Davidson!” Coach snarled at me, his eyes burning with anger. “Haven’t you caused enough trouble already? Thanks to you, Alex is out for thesemester. Jesus Christ, can’t you do anything right? Are you a total moron or just fucking stupid?”

My face was burning. My eyes stung with piled-up tears. I fought hard not to let them spill. At least my head was bent low so no one could see the state I was in. The team slowly dispersed around the gym, but I remained in the same bent, kneeling position as Coach took Alex out, looking at their retreating backs. This was the most that he had ever said to me, and he humiliated me in front of the entire team.

“Hey, man, are you okay?” Finn said, his hand on my back bringing me back to reality.

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