Affair with Coach T

Heads up that this story revolves around cheating and men who behave in not-so-admirable ways.

We knew we couldn't chance it again in Coach's office. Not so soon at least. I had no idea what Coach thought of me. I doubted he reciprocated my intense crush. Like he said, he was a horndog who needed lots of sex. Or wanted lots of sex.

I was fine with that. I was having the time of my life. Even in the few times, sex with Coach was mindblowingly awesome. I wanted more but was happy for any experience with the man. Now when I jerked off I thought of sucking his cock or Coach rimming me. And I had specific memories to go along with the fantasy.

I wish I was a better man, but I got off on the deceit too. Having an affair with Coach. Keeping it secret. Sneaking around. I didn't even know why that appealed to me, but it made me feel grown up. I'd turned 18 at the start of the school year, but this affair was making me feel like a man for the first time.

But at school, and on the field, it was just regular coach-player interaction. Coach T yelling at me when I fucked up, giving me a pat on the back as I rushed out onto the field to replace a player. I half thought maybe nothing would happen again with Coach, and that was OK. I knew it couldn't last indefinitely. Coach was married and had to be careful. I'd never tell anyone, but the fact that Coach could lose his job over this probably gave him pause.

It was almost a week to the day when RJ mentioned he was going to do a college visit trip the following week. Despite loving to party, RJ was a good student and I think his dads put some pressure on him for a good college. "Dad's taking me... we're going to hit up a half dozen schools." RJ tended to call Coach Pop and his other father Dad, so I knew Mr. Mitchell was the one taking him.

I tried to seem like my interest in his trip was normal. "How long you going for?"

"A couple of nights," he said. "Pop wasn't crazy about me missing so much school, but Dad talked him into it."

"That's cool," I said, like a buddy. "Should be fun."

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it," RJ said. "Only I suspect Dad's gonna have me on a tight leash. So maybe not too much partying," he laughed. Leave it to RJ to act like he'd be living it up as a pre-frosh.

I knew not to be presumptuous, but Coach gave me an opening. That day at practice, our Coaches were pushing us. Hard. I was feeling exhausted from all the drills and scrimmaging. I was taking a break on the sidelines as we cycled in and out, and Coach T appeared right next to me. His focus was out on the field and he had his normal practice look on his face. But his words he whispered were crude as hell. "Man Brian, your ass looks amazing in that uniform."

My heart pounded. It had been a week since sex with this man and the idea he still lusted after me excited the hell out me. "RJ says he's going out of town next week," I said.

Coach grinned, breaking his game focus. I could tell he was pleasantly surprised I'd been the one to suggest it. "Yep. Was gonna tell you." He checked himself and then called out a player's name onto the field. "A little more hustle guys!"

I knew we didn't have long to continue our conversation. "Want me to come over?" I said in a low voice.

The man just nodded and patted my shoulder. "All right Chambers, you're up," he said aloud, urging me back onto the field.

***

I tried to come up with a way to head over to the Thompson-Mitchell house without being seen. I mean, I was RJ's friend and was over there a lot. It wouldn't be inconceivable I'd stop by to see if RJ was around. But being there more than briefly would seem weird if Coach was alone.

There was a rail path right behind their house, so I parked down the way and walked down. I texted Coach a simple "rear door" as I got closer. And as I walked up to the back deck, where I'd spent so many afternoons, I saw the man appear at the big glass door, a dim light behind him. He slid it open.

"Hey," I heard. Not loud.

"Hey," I whispered back. For some reason this felt naughtier than the times before. Though those had been bad too, having sex with Coach when Mr. Mitchell stepped out or when the man's husband and son were in the house. Maybe because this felt so planned and deliberate.

I stepped through the door and Coach slid it closed and gripped my shoulder to usher me inside. "Been thinking all day about this."

I didn't know where Coach wanted me to go, but I walked into the house, into the darker area away from the window. I figured Coach would want to be careful no one saw us. "Tell me about it," I said. "I kept getting hard all day."

Coach chuckled then wrapped his meaty arm around my front, holding onto my chest. I stopped walking and felt his warm body press against my back. "I bet... you horny stud," he growled as his mouth started kissing my neck and licking up to my neck.

"Oh fuck!" I hissed. God this felt amazing. We had done a lot in three times but this had a new intimacy.

The man's hand was massaging my torso and reaching down to run his hand underneath my sweater and shirt to make contact with my bare skin. "We can take our time today Brian... what do you think, son?"

"Yeah, Coach," I grunted in reply, feeling so turned on.

I was turning my head around and Coach moved some and like that we were kissing again. Deeply. In Coach's house, with Coach's husband and son gone for the night. For two nights.

"Fuck," Coach T grinned as he stepped forward, grabbing my hand to hold. "I even made Dan think the college trip was his idea."

It was a nasty thing to say, but I was turned on. "I almost got a hardon when RJ told me," I admitted. "Even on the chance I could come over."

Coach seemed to be breathing heavily now. Like he was on the verge of that out of control horniness. "God, you're so hot, Brian," he hissed, and we were kissing again. We broke the kiss and he said a soft "fuck" before he started leading me by the hand,

I thought we'd be going down to the den again, but instead Coach T was leading me back to the master bedroom. Fuck, my heart pounded as we got nearer and stepped in. There was a single bed lamp, turned on low. The shades were all drawn.

Coach let go of my hand and stepped back to peel off his shirt. I followed suit, stripping for him. I had more layers on so Coach was naked and hard as he watched me take off the rest of my clothes. As I peeled down my underwear, showing my hardon, Coach walked over the other side of the bed, his big masculine body almost lumbering ass he pulled down the sheets and climbed on. He patted the spot next to him.

Gleefully I got up on there with him. Our mouths met again. It was a deep and sexual kiss, but we weren't rushing this.
Blowjobs were great. They were more than great. But the feeling of Coach's naked body and amazing hardon against mine as we made out on the bed was somehow even better. I felt like I could cum, but couldn't, you know? That balance kept my sexual excitement and pleasure keyed up, big time.

I got to feel up Coach's naked muscle now. Hairy, firm for his age, but with a middle-aged thickness still. He had some love handles but his abdomen was still rock hard beneath the slight padding. His torso was covered in a thick coat of brown hair, with a few slivery flecks between his chest to match the ones on his forearms. It was hot as fuck.

The man seemed into my body, too, particularly my six pack. Like a lot of jocks my age, I was fit and lean. Mostly smooth chest and stomach, except for a treasure trail and some stray blond hairs coming in around my nipples. As Coach T's thick fingers traced my fine hairs, I got goosebumps all over.

He chuckled, looking down at my body. "You make me so hard, buddy," he grinned. Indeed, I could see that massive cock sticking out hard. "I even gave Dan a goodbye fuck this morning." God, this man was a total asshole.

I didn't care. I reached forward and gripped his erection. Not so much stroking it but just feeling it and admiring its size and rigidity. "Mr. Mitchell probably shouldn't leave you alone," I teased. I figured if he was gonna talk about his husband, I could too.

That got a conspiratorial smile from him. "Oh, he DEFINITELY shouldn't leave me alone. Not with a hot fuck like you around."

Coach T leaned in and claimed a deep kiss off me, harder than our previous softer kisses. The man was getting turned on all right.

As he pulled off, Coach started scooting down. I thought he was gonna suck my dick for a while and worried I'd cum too soon. This was the first time Coach and I had more than a quick minute for sex, and I wanted this to last.

Instead, Coach placed his hands under my hamstrings and pushed them up. "Here... lift up," he asked in his sexy voice. It took a second but I got the picture, pulling my legs back and holding them there.

Coach's Thompson's tongue made a softer approach than the other day in his office. It licked and softly fluttered against my hole. Teasing me, working me up.

"Oh Coach!" I sighed, overwhelmed with the sensations. It almost tickled, but definitely turned me on. Particularly when the soft licks became a sensation of wet jackhammer motions against my pucker. I was powerless to do anything but hold my legs up and apart for Coach and look down at the man's face buried in my ass. I got a rush realizing this beloved coach and family man was so fricking good at this. Eating me out, digging in deeper with that expert tongue.

"Fuck that's good," the man said as he finally pulled back, eyeing my hole and pushing one finger in past the spit slickness. It felt good.

The man pushed in and out a few times before reaching over to the night stand for some lube. He now knelt in front of my spread legs and methodically applied the silicone liquid to my hole. His dick was standing firm and I got to admire the view. Hunky Randy Thompson, coach daddy muscle, thick nipples, thick hair, and a masculine face that zeroed in on the connection point between his hand and my ass.

Two fingers went pretty easily. The third made me feel tight as hell.

"You OK Chambers?" the man asked. Checking in with me but with a steely tone that challenged me to take it. He never once asked if I wanted to get fucked, it was just assumed he was going to do it, or at least try unless I told him no.

I wasn't gonna say no now. I'd anticipated losing my cherry and dreamed of Coach Thompson being the man to take it. "I'm good, Coach," I assured him. "Real good."

He gave me a lusty smile and twisted those fingers in me, loosening me up. I pulled out, then pushed in with two, then three again. More lube, then he added a fourth, or at least the tip of a fourth. Coach has thick fingers, and I was feeling very stretched.

The man decided I was as ready as I was gonna be. He slicked up his cock and lined it up with my ring. He was very patient and very slow. Pushing past my resistance and talking me through the tough spots. I was probably crazy to have a Randy Thompson-sized dick be my first, but once he had five or six inches of his bare cock in me I knew I'd be able to take it. I was glad I'd taken the chance.

Coach T made my ass feel full, incredibly stuffed, but in a good way. I'd read about how a prostate could feel when I guy gets fucked, but nothing would prepare me for the sensation. It was like electric jolts of pleasure, centered in my ass but spreading out my whole body.

With perfect timing, Coach put my legs on his shoulders and started thrusting into me. Not deep or hard, but steady strokes of his thick meat as he leaned forward and looked down at me possessively.

"Glad I made a move on you, Chambers. You're so fucking hot." Friendly Coach T was gone, and I heard the lusty growl of a man in rut.

"You too, Coach. Fuck!" I hissed.

That made the man excited. "Damn, you like this Chambers? Like your coach's hard cock fucking away your cherry?" It hadn't occurred to me that my virginity would have been a turn on to Coach, but I was glad it was.

I nodded. "God yeah. Fuck me Coach!"

He went deeper and a little harder in me. I wouldn't have been able to take a shafting that hard minutes ago, but I was taking it now. I took a quick look around. Coach and Mr. Mitchell's bedroom, their marriage bed. Family photos on the night stand. And Coach was nailing me, probably in the very spot he fucked Dan Mitchell.

My hole was opening right up for the man and I was starting to feel so much sexual stimulation it was getting uncomfortable.

The man's thrusts stopped a second and he reached for the lube. Coach squirted some on my erection then tossed the tube aside and started railing my ass again.

I got the picture and started stroking. Every bit of discomfort was now fueling my rising orgasm. Maybe Coach knew how to time our orgasms. I just knew I was feeling sensations I'd never felt before, physically and psychologically. Coach was fucking the cum right out of my balls.

"SHIT!" I cried, overcome with an orgasm that was different and more intense than the ones I'd felt before. Even in my foggy consciousness, I knew Coach T was having his own nut, his heaving body growing tenser and his growls giving way to an orgasmic cry.

Our lips connected as we both rode out our nut. It was magical.

The man finally dismounted me, letting his softening dong slip out. I knew Coach had shot a decent bit of cum into me, and I relished the knowledge. I let my legs extend and rest.

Coach T plopped down on the free spot on the bed and patted my thigh. "You were a trooper, Chambers," he said, forehead sweaty and hairy messy. "First time out, huh?"

"Yessir, Coach," I replied. Proud my first time had gone so well. I looked over at Coach's body. So perfect, the muscle now relaxing after the sexual activity, that dick now shrinking up but hanging softly between his legs. "No disrespect, but Mr. Mitchell's an idiot if he doesn't want that every single night."

Coach laughed. "I'll tell him that," he joked and winked. Then we kissed.

I thought I'd want to stay in Coach's bed forever, but after my first fuck, I felt physically drained and a little sore. Besides, I knew I should be getting home.

We both had grins as we showered and got dressed, Coach pulling on a pair of sweatpants but staying bare chested, me putting my clothes back on.

The man walked me back to the back entrance, his hand affectionately on my shoulder again. "Wanna come over again tomorrow?" he asked.

"Yeah, Coach," I replied. "Same time?"

His fingers traced up along my neck hairs again. Flirtatious, sensual in their touch. "If you wanna come a little earlier, maybe we can make it a two-fer."

Our kiss at the door was soft. Then I finally pulled myself away and stepped out into the night to make my way back to my car.