Page 9 of The Coach

“Hated you?” he said, so quiet I had to strain my ears to hear him. “I was trying to prove myself to you for weeks. And you didn’t even notice.”

“But you’re wrong,” I said. “I did notice. It was hard not to.” I took a deep breath and swallowed. “Ever sincethat first day, when you came in late, I’ve always noticed you.”

His crotch was pressed against my thigh, and I felt him grow hard. Dammit, what was I getting myself into? But my hand seemed to have a mind of its own, as it traveled along his skin, up to that firm, round cheek, so juicy and smooth. Only the lightest fluff covered it, like the skin of a peach, and I saw goosebumps rise across his butt. I squeezed it, and he gasped.

“Does it hurt there?”

“Mmmh…”

I knew I should’ve removed my hand at once, but I didn’t. I let it linger there, on his glute, and it seemed like it moved on its own. Caressing that lush mound of flesh, I felt Tyler slacken under my touch, the muscle going supple. My fingers slid into his cleft, brushing over his hole, and I heard him whimper, squirming on my lap like he was… he was rubbing himself on me. The boy was humping my leg.

Before I could stop him or tell him that was enough, he lurched up from my lap, hobbling backward, still shaky on his legs. His face was red and when I glanced down, I saw the head of his hard cock sticking out from the waistband of his jockstrap. Then he began to cum, abs clenching, jizz squirting onto his stomach and falling on the locker room’s floor in big, white globs.

“Oh my God,” he said, covering his face with his hands. “Oh my God.”

“Tyler—” I began, but I had no idea what to say. It happens? It’s no big deal? But this doesn’t—or at least shouldn’t happen, and itwasa big deal. So I closed my mouth and rubbed my beard, thinking how to go on from here.

Tyler didn’t wait for me to figure things out. He turned around and tottered as fast as his leg allowed into the shower area. The sound of the water running jerked me from the stupor, and I finally stood up. I went to my office and found an ice pack in my mini-fridge, so I brought it to the locker room and left it on the bench for him. It would probably be better if I wasn’t there when he came out, so I went back to the gym to resume the practice.

At least no one else got hurt under Scott’s supervision and the class went on as usual. Tyler hasn’t reappeared again. He must have gone to his dorm after the shower. We’ll have to face each other again eventually, but at least I had the rest of the day to figure out what I was going to say to him when I saw him again.

7. Tyler

I have no idea how I came to my dorm. When I emerged from the shower, I found the ice pack that Coach had left for me on the bench in the locker room. I threw it in my bag and brought it with me, but I don’t recall the trip here. My mind was in overdrive, replaying the scene with Blake on a loop.

He had touched me. I didn’t imagine that. He had stroked my ass, grabbing my cheek first, then brushing over my hole with his fingers. Could it have been an accident? A slip of the finger, so to speak, in an otherwise innocent massage? Either way, it made me hard and I ended up jizzing all over the floor before him. I thought I’d die on the spot. But the point is… he started it. I never would’ve made a move on a married man. Could it be possible that… he felt something for me too?

I couldn’t keep all of this inside me anymore. I needed someone to talk to, and I couldn’t tell Finn. So I texted Matt and told him to meet me at the same coffee shop I went to with Finn at the beginning of the semester. The perk of having your brother study at the same college is being able to call on him for emergencies. He was a senior at Williams and after he graduates I won’t have the same chance. We usually saw each other around campus, but we’d both been busy these past few days, and I hadn’t had the chance to talk to him, so we were due for some catching up anyway.

As usual, my brother was late. I checked my phone for time again, tapping my foot nervously to the beat of Post Malone’sCircles. The coffee I ordered was getting cold, half the cup already gone when at last I saw him trotting over. I waved at him through the Tunnel City’s large windows, and he waved back when he noticed me. The bell above the door chimed as he opened it and came inside.

“Hey, homo,” he said as a way of greeting. The funny thing is, if you had to pick between me and my brother, Matt would seem like the gay one. With his carefree hair and hipster fashion style, he was always the nerdy, artsy-fartsy type, while I was a brawny, sporty, baseball cap-wearing jock. Oh, the irony.

I stood up and gave him a quick hug. “Hey, jerkface.”

“Hold that thought,” he said, heading over to the counter. “I’ll be right back.”

While I settled back into my chair, Matt ordered a drink for himself. Taking a large cup, he came over to our table and plopped into the seat. “Mmmm,” he moaned, closing his eyes as he took a sip of his steaming coffee. “If I could mainline this, I would.” The look of pure pleasure on his face made me snort. His eyes snapped open. Giving me a once-over, he said, “Okay, so, what did you want to talk about? At least I know you didn’t get anyone pregnant.” He paused, cup halfway to his mouth. “Wait—you didn’t, did you?”

“Nope. Still gay.”

He nodded and took another sip. “Gotta ask. You never know with our family anymore.”

I scratched a stain on the surface of the table, then blurted out, “But I have fallen for a straight guy.”

Matt finished gulping his drink before he spoke. “Again?”

“And he’s married.”

“That’s certainly a step up.”

“And he’s my coach.”

Matt put down his cup and stared at me. “Oh God, don’t tell me you’ve got a kink for old dudes now. Are you chasinggrandpas?”

“What?” Then I realized he didn’t know about Blake. “No, it’s not Coach Simmons. We got a new one. He’s young. Ish. Thirty-six, I think.”

“Well, thank fuck for small mercies.” He leaned back in his chair and studied me. “How did you manage to get yourself in this shit again?”

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