Page 29 of The Coach

“Well, you’re probably not there yet, age-wise, but this can be triggered by a lot of various factors. Including a past traumatic experience.”

And there it was. The destination where all roads led. “You’re saying that I got so fucked up by what had happened that I turned gay, bi, or whatever?”

“It’s hard to say without me being your therapist, but it’s the simplest conclusion. I mean, obviously, there are more factors at work than just that, but… if I had to hazard a guess, I’d start with that theory. Occam’s razor and all.”

I didn’t fully follow her reasoning, but the point was clear. “Okay. Good to know.”

Mandy put her hand over mine, her eyes bright with excitement. “And you never suspected it? Never been attracted to guys before?”

“Fuck no! I mean, I liked Spice Girls when I was a kid, if that means anything?”

She gaped at me for a second, then laughed like I told the funniest joke ever. “Aside from your questionable taste in music, no, not really.”

I rubbed my face and rose from the table. “Thanks, Mandy.”

“Wait a minute! There’s so much more I need to know!”

“Later, all right? We’ll talk later, I promise. I need to get to the practice.” As I was leaving, I looked back over my shoulder. “By the way, Spice Girls are awesome, and you know it!”

19. Tyler

Thanksgiving at Blake’s was a quiet affair, which was exactly what I needed. The walk to his house was not long, the streets lined with trees stripped bare by November winds. When I stepped into his driveway, the sight of his home—modest and unassuming, with warm lights glowing in the windows—made something in me settle. This was our space, away from the world and all its expectations. We could be happy in there, even if we could not date in public.

Blake opened the door before I even reached the porch, his smile soft but warm, the kind that made my stomach flip. “Hey,” he said, stepping aside to let me in. He was finally back to his old healthy self, radiating strength like a burly, proud lion.

“Hey,” I said, going in. The air between us felt charged, even in the simplicity of the moment.

The house smelled of roasted turkey and something sweet—cranberry sauce, maybe. The table was set with mismatched plates and silverware, the kind of casual charm that made it feel like home. Blake poured us both glasses of soda, and we settled into the small dining room, the soft hum of Taylor Swift’sFortnightfloating in the background.

“I love this song,” I said, stuffing my mouth with food.

“Then it’s settled.” He smiled, his green eyes boring into mine. “It’ll be our song.”

We laughed and cracked jokes as we ate, the conversation light and easy. He told me about his Thanksgivings growing up, about his parents and the chaos of big family gatherings. I told him about my mom’s obsessive need to make everything perfect, the way my dad would hover over the kitchen like a general commanding troops. Before they divorced and went their separate ways, anyway.

“Do you miss it?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.

“Sometimes,” I admitted. “But I’d rather they be happy apart than miserable together. Besides… This is also nice.”

I caught him playing with his wedding ring and my heart felt heavy. He didn’t even realize what he was doing, his gaze downcast, his smile wistful. Would I ever be able to heal the pain he carried inside, to pull himaway from the ghosts of his past? All I knew was that I wanted to try. No matter the cost, I wanted to try.

After dinner, we moved to the couch,Addams Family Valuesplaying on TV. Blake pulled me close, his arm draped over my shoulders, and I let myself melt into him, the strength of his body grounding me. It was hard to focus on the movie with him so near, his body pressing into mine, warm and firm, and soon my hand wandered to his crotch on its own. His cock swelled under my touch in seconds, and I fished it out of his sweatpants. Precum was already oozing out of the slit.

I bent down and took him into my mouth, the movie forgotten. He held my head in place, thrusting into my throat, tenderness giving way to pure animalistic need. The next moment, he pulled out and started ripping my clothes off, yanking my pants and undies down for a quick access to my ass. Not bothering with my shirt, he dived straight for my hole, rimming me while he fumbled for the lube. I could only whimper, kneeling on the couch, surrendered to the magic of his tongue. When he sat down, his cock slathered, he placed me onto his lap. I straddled him, lowering myself down on his rod until I was impaled on it balls-deep.

“I want to see you fuck yourself on it,” he demanded.

I followed his command, crouching over him, squatting and rising, faster and faster, his cock going in and out of my hole. I had to hold the back of the couch for support, my quads burning from the exertion, my dickbouncing with every move. But then he grabbed my ass, steadying me, as his hips began to slam into me deep and fast.

“Fuck, Blake, I’m gonna cum,” I moaned while his cock pummeled my prostate.

“Do it, babe,” he growled into my ear. “Come for daddy.”

“Aaaaaah,” I howled in ecstasy. Hearing him say those words turned me on beyond reason, and I erupted all over his shirt, trembling, my cock spurting cum with me barely touching it. A few ropes hit his chin, coating his beard. When his tongue sneaked out to lick it, I thought I might faint. “Wait,” I panted, still catching my breath, the rush of orgasm making me tremble. “I want you to feed me your load.”

Blake lifted me off his lap, his cock plopping out of my ass, and threw me on the sofa. As I sat up, he swiftly removed his pants and briefs, throwing them on the floor. Then he climbed on the couch, legs spread on each side of me, and shoved his cock into my throat. Taking him straight from ass to mouth gave me a new kind of thrill, and judging from the roar above me, he found it hot too. We’d never done this before, but I suspected it wouldn’t be the last time we did.

My hands traveled over his muscular calves, caressing the soft hair, while his cock drove into my mouth without mercy. He gripped the back of the couch, his hips thrusting, his pelvis hitting my face. Choking, I felthis fat prick slide past my uvula and into my gullet, over and over again. “Oh fuck, Tyler, I’m cumming,” he hissed, and the next moment I felt warm semen gush into my burning throat. There was so much I could barely swallow it all, but I kept sucking, kept feeding on it, moaning all the while.

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