A Coach Named Steve

I would be lying if I said my cheek wasn’t still buzzing from where Steve had kissed me before we left each other. I knew I wasn’t supposed to have feelings for him, that this was all supposed to be physical, but part of me was way more excited by that kiss then by his cock up my ass. Don’t get me wrong, the sex was beyond anything I had ever experienced. I just feared I was going to start craving something more from him. But I told myself it was just because he was so handsome that I got blinded by a false sense of butterflies. This was about sex. The first thing I noticed about him was his ass. Not his face. Not his charm. His ass. And I was just going to keep reminding myself of that.

Wednesday 9:13 AM

I was thrilled to find Steve got reassigned to cover the study hall I was working this morning so we would be able to spend a few hours together. The students basically just talked and did their homework so we could hang out together without being bothered.

I saw Steve’s face light up in surprise when he turned the corner and saw me taking attendance. I was shocked to find that his once neatly trimmed beard was now clean shaven. While I loved a man with a beard, I had to admit that he looked incredibly sexy. Steve had a very handsome jawline that was really accentuated by the smooth skin. His green eyes also stood out to me for the first time, complementing the warm caramel color of his hair. The sides buzzed and faded. He wore a crisp tight polo shirt that wrapped around his bulky arms. I had to stop myself from hugging him as I approached. 

“Guess you didn’t realize we were covering together this morning?” I smiled. 

“I definitely did not. I might have looked forward to it more. All I ever do at these damn things is sit over in the corner and bullshit.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Same as me. Shall we get started then?” I laughed before walking toward an empty couch in the corner of the library. He grabbed the empty spot next to me and we sat back, ever so slightly leaning in toward each other. Steve moved one of his massive arms up toward the back of the couch and faced me. Just having him looking into my eyes made me feel vulnerable.

“You are looking very good today, I have to say.” I whispered while cautiously rubbing his thigh for a split second. 

“Why thank you. I never know when I might run into you. Got to keep up this god-like exterior.” He smirked, half joking while also clearly aware that I fully worshipped him at this point. 

“I have to say, I’m really loving the clean shaven face too. So handsome. Although it does make you look much younger.”

“Younger! I’m only 26, how old did I look before?” Steve asked while laughing. 

“Oh damn, I was sure you were at least 30. I’m 24. Guess I haven’t hit my peak yet.” 

It kind of did sting me that Steve was fairly close to my age. His appearance was so well defined, it seemed like he was in his prime. I didn’t feel as confident about myself. I was definitely a handsome guy, but I was stocky more than I was muscular and my beard still didn’t fully grow in yet the way a real man’s did. Guys have told me they like the way my hair falls gently over to the side of my face. I try my best, but I for sure wasn’t a Steve Hutchinson. 

“Listen, I know it’s just one straight man’s opinion and it really doesn’t count for much, but you are actually pretty damn adorable. Total hot teacher vibes.” He joked while playing with the rim of my glasses. I had recently just upgraded to a nice stylish pair of black square framed glasses that really leaned into the hot teacher look, but I never thought Steve would notice that.

“So between us we have a hot teacher and a sexy football coach. This sounds like a porno waiting to happen.” I joked.

Steve couldn’t help but burst into laughter, catching the glares of a few students who were intently studying. “You are going to get me in trouble!” He cackled while pushing at my chest. 

I couldn’t help but notice that Steve’s bulge had been growing over the last minute, so much so that I could make out a clear imprint of his erect penis through his pants. I guess talk of hot teacher made this football coach really want to do it. Pretty weird for a “straight guy”, but like I told him, I wasn’t here to label him. Let him call himself whatever he needs to. As long as I got him naked out of it, what was the harm?

Steve noticed me staring at his cock and shuffled a bit closer to me so he could whisper into my ear. I felt him begin to play with the to the faintest edges my fingers on the couch while he talked. 

“Listen, I’m starting some more intensive workouts for football season coming up and I could use someone to hype me up. I do a lot of at home workouts now. Think you would be interested in coming over tonight and watching me? Could help me get pumped to do my best.”

Getting to watch the hunk of my dreams workout without pretending I wasn’t staring at every gorgeous curve and bulge of his body? Sign me up. 

“You couldn’t keep me away.” I grinned while pressing back on his fingers and rubbing his palm.

Wednesday 6:03 PM

Steve greeted me at his front door wearing one of those training robes you would see boxers using during intermissions. He really did take this fitness thing seriously. We walked to his guest bedroom that he had converted into his own private fitness studio. The walls were painted a fire orange color and were plastered with motivational posters and a large whiteboard with all sorts of fitness jargon scribbled across it. Steve shut the door behind us and gestured me to sit in a chair that faced his workout bench.

“I’m going to get started now. Make yourself comfortable.” He said while turning his back to me. Steve began to pull the band that was tied around his waist and dropped the robe on the floor, revealing a skin tight wrestler’s singlet made of a blue and red mesh. The fabric completely adhered to the curvature of his bulging ass and muscles and was transparent enough that you could trace his body hair through the material. I had already seen Steve completely naked, but for some strange reason it was even more erotic to see him dressed like this. He wanted to tease the cum right out of me.

“Do you like it?”

“I fucking love it. Your ass looks amazing in it. But then again, you ass looks amazing in everything you wear.” Steve grinned and sat down on his bench, pushing his now erect penis up against the mesh fabric. 

“I have to push myself today so I need someone here so I feel the pressure. Someone to impress.” He began to start lifting with his weights, demonstrating the massive strength behind his beautiful muscles. I noticed that he didn’t take his eyes away from me, even when he struggled to finish a rep. 

“Tell me what turns you on about me. Give me every detail.” Steve questioned. 

I could tell he was getting some kind of thrill out of all this. Me watching him workout, knowing how turned on I was. Making me tell him how hot he is. But I didn’t care, because when you are that into someone, all you want to do is tell them how fucking sexy they are.

“Well, let’s see. Obviously, the first thing I ever noticed about you was that fucking ass. The way it stretches through any material pant you are wearing and hangs out behind you. All I wanted to do was grab it all the time. I also love your arms. They are so huge and strong, especially when you flex for me.”

I could spot his cock twitching back and forth under the singlet as he continued to lift, his pace starting to increase. 

“Your chest is like a work of art, the way your beefy pecs bounce up and down when you walk. Your nipples are always rock hard no matter what shirt you are wearing. I love how your chest hair thickens when it reaches your belly button and leads to a full bush that protects your fat long cock.”

My own cock was hardening now, the sight of his muscles flexing back and forth as he lifted giving me all the fuel I needed.

“Do you like watching me work out?” He asked, despite knowing damn well the answer.

“Fuck yes, I’m getting hard just watching you. You look perfect.”

Steve finishes a rep and set the weights down. He gave me a deep look and licked his lip slightly with his tongue.

“Do you want to touch yourself?”

I glanced down at my massive boner that was now pressing against my shorts.

“Go ahead. Take them off. Touch it.” He assured me before starting a new set.

I slowly lowered my shorts to my ankles and threw them to the side. Steve followed me with his eyes while continuing to vigorously pump his arms. I then proceeded to take off my underwear, revealing a raging hard cock already leaking precum. I think Steve was a little shocked by just how big I was, pausing his movements for a moment to take it all in. I then grabbed the base of my cock, slowly beginning to slide my hand up and down, teasing my leaking head with careful motions. I focused on Steve’s nipples piercing through the mesh of his singlet, his bulging pecs begging to be freed from the skin tight material.

I continued to slide my hand over my cock. My hand stroked faster and faster, only stopping to play with my balls now and then. My other hand made its way under my shirt and was flicking my left nipple. I was close. Very close.

“Come over here” Steve demanded.

I stood up quickly and made my way to his workout bench. He was leaning down and setting up for a chest press with what looked like 200 pound weights. 

“Sit on my lap and keep going while I do this.”

I did as he said and placed my self down on the solid boner bound under his singlet and watched as he began to lift the huge weights in front of me. While he continued to lift, I began work on my cock again, my breathing increasing with each passing second. As my moans increased, so did Steve’s bursts of energy. My cock was soon reaching its point of no return. He gave me another look while pumping that felt like a sign of approval so I continued to jerk faster. 

“Fuck Steve, I’m going to cum!” I shouted as thick streams of my load began to erupt uncontrollably from my cock, landing all over his chest and parts of his face. As I moaned out in relief, he began to moan too as his arms quivered and he forcefully dropped the weight into place. Throwing his head back, he let out a loud cry of pleasure. It was then that I began to feel something wet on my leg. I stood up to find a huge pool of cum oozing out from his singlet by his cock. Steve's hips thrusted for several seconds as cum continued to overflow out of the mesh. After a moment, he sat up and peeled off his singlet, wiping up the cum with a t-shirt from the floor. He released a deep breath and grinned.

“Someone was horny.” I smiled.

“You could say that again. Thank you for helping me with my work out. I haven’t pumped that much weight in years. I also haven’t shot a load without touching my cock before, so that’s fucking wild.”

I rested myself back down on Steve’s lap and used his t-shirt to clean my cum off his chest and chin. He stared deeply into my eyes as I rubbed his cheek with my hand. We then shared a single lengthy kiss before I stood back up and got my clothes on.

I glanced over at his soaked singlet on the floor by his feet. “You mind if I take that? I can wash it for you.”

“I mean I can wash it. I doubt you want that, it’s soaked in my sweat and cum.”

Without saying anything else, I went over to his legs and grabbed the singlet, sniffing it deeply in front of him before winking and heading toward the door. One day, he would start to understand the ways I desired him. It wasn’t about sex or “getting off”. It was about feeling him. Tasting him. Smelling him. Touching him. And maybe most torturous of all, the increasing desire for him to want me in all the same ways.

End of Part 3