Coach P and Me

“Me? Why not your dad?” Coach Powers asked, scrunching up his face in a surprised type of way.  

He was wearing his trademark school emblazoned shirt and sweats with his whistle hanging around his neck, his hair unkempt, and his face unshaven.  It was Saturday morning and he was running offseason football workouts for the underclassmen, he was always more put together during school days.

“He’s away for work.  My mom is going to stream the game to him.  He wishes he could be there.” I lamented.  

“Why not your mom?” Coach Powers asked, wanting to make sure I wasn’t making a rash decision.

“She wants to be able to record it all for my dad.  She suggested I ask you.” I replied.

Coach Powers agreed and took my jersey.  This was to be my last high school lacrosse game.  It wasn’t my best sport, football was, but I’d played all 4 years and it meant a lot to me.  Coach Powers was the head football coach of the school and we had become close.

My freshman year of high school my mother had a health scare and had to stop working.  My dad went into overdrive, working more and more while taking care of my mom.  He wanted to make sure we weren’t hurting for money without her working so that she could recover with any extra financial stress forcing her back to work too early.

At that point I had improbably broken into the varsity team as a freshman when all of the running backs had come down with the flu.  I played well enough to keep the position to myself over the next 4 years, and I branched out starting the last 2 years of my high school career at running back and safety.

When I broke through my dad was working his tail off to keep us afloat, so I latched onto Coach Powers as a role model and father figure.  That led to me lusting after the man.  Now that my mom had recovered and resumed working, my dad kept up his hectic work life, having earned more than one promotion when he threw himself into his work.

That Friday was the last game of the season.  Before the game, the seniors and someone of their choice who supported them were honored.  The person chosen by the player typically wore that player’s away jersey to the game as a way to show their pride.

 

The rest of the week went by as normal.  As did Friday, until I arrived at Coach Powers’ health and fitness class.  To my utter shock, he was wearing my lacrosse jersey.  I couldn’t believe he was going to wear it all day.  I was both proud and for some reason unbelievably turned on by it.

“Coach P, you know you didn’t have to wear that thing all day.” I said as I pulled him aside after class.

“I know that, Pete, but you asked me to wear it and I am proud to wear your jersey.  I’m proud of everything you’ve accomplished.” Coach Powers said with a smile that made me weak at the knees.

By the time the game rolled around, Coach P was all I could focus on, more so than normal.  The way he walked out of the field with me before the game, arm clasped around my shoulder, softly massaging my delt, I had never been so happy to be wearing compression shorts.  I tried to channel all that sexual energy I had into the game, and I ended up scoring 2 goals to lead us to victory.  After the game and the postgame handshakes, I found my mom and talked to her a little before going to find Coach Powers to retrieve my jersey.  I was in a rush because I really wanted to get home and jerk off a few times.

“Great game, Petey!” Coach Powers lit up when he saw me.

“Thanks, Coach.  Thanks for doing all of this.” 

“It’s my pleasure, you know that.  Listen, I talked to your mom during the game and I’m going to take you out to a celebratory dinner.  Go shower up and we’ll head out.” Coach Powers explained.

I was both extremely excited to spend more time with Coach P and a little disappointed as I had been looking forward to jerking out a load at home.  But, my desire to spend time with Coach Powers outweighed my desire to rub one out.  I hustled to the locker room and somehow willed my boner down enough to shower and get changed into my street clothes.

I pretty easily found Coach Powers outside and he suggested I ride along with him.  Over dinner we talked about me heading to college on a football scholarship, his wife and kids, just life in general.  It was easy conversation and I really enjoyed myself.  I think I liked him even more after that.

We got back to the school lot and as to be expected, it was empty.  I said my goodbyes to Coach Powers and headed over to my car when he stopped me.

“Hey Pete, I left your jersey inside.  Let’s go get it so it doesn’t get lost.” Coach Powers said, already making his way to the gymnasium.

I was a little bit put off, by now I just wanted to get home, I could get my jersey on Monday.  I followed the man anyway, I probably would have followed him anywhere.  We made our way through the locker room to Coach P’s office, and sure enough, there was my jersey.

“If you have a few minutes to hang out, take a seat.” suggested Coach P.

I sat down in front his desk not really sure what he had in mind.

“Pete, you’re an adult now, 18 years-old.  With that comes a lot of responsibility but also some perks.” Coach Powers’ lips ever so slightly curled into a smile.  “You remind me a lot of myself, and well, your advances weren’t exactly subtle, I didn’t miss them.  I chose to not acknowledge them at the time since you were underage and I didn’t want to crush you.”

Fuck, I thought to myself.  

“I’ve been in your position before.  I wanted to be there for you without leading you on in any way.  I had to think about you while also protecting myself and my family.  All of that being said, you are an adult now and you will be graduating next week. I think it’s time to stop treating you like a kid.” Coach Powers continued.

There was a silence that hung in the air.  I wanted to process what he’d said before I acted.

“So you’re saying…” I trailed off, losing my nerve.

“I think you know what I’m saying.” Coach Powers added after a beat, standing up from his chair behind the desk and moving to me.

I looked at the man in front of me.  Coach Powers was about my height of 6 feet even, a slightly more muscular build than I was and he oozed sex appeal.  I swallowed hard and reached out, placing my hand on the outside of his jeans clad thigh.  Coach Powers smiled as I lightly rubbed the outside of his leg through the thick denim.  He then moved to the edge of his desk and leaned against it facing me.  

“Pete, I trust that what happens between us stays between us.”

“Yes, Coach.  I will not tell anyone.”

“What are you comfortable with?” Coach Powers asked

I didn’t know what to say.  I did just about everything with guys my age, all the while lusting after Coach Powers.  He seemed to sense my trepidation.

“Why don’t we just get naked?” he suggested.

Coach Powers stood up straight and tugged his school issue t-shirt over his head, revealing his muscled, hairy upper body.  I moaned softly seeing him undressing before my eyes.  I subtly pinched myself to make sure I was awake.  He nodded for me to stand up and start getting undressed too.  I quickly shucked my shirt and my own muscled, though mostly smooth upper body was on display.

“You’ve really matured this last year.  Physically and mentally.” Coach Powers said as he closed the gap between us.

His warm, strong hand found my right pec as he leaned in for a kiss.  His lips and tongue moved in concert with his hands exploring the expanse of my bared flesh.  I was weak at the knees with my cock throbbing in my jeans as he sensually kissed me deeply.

He broke the kiss and leaned back on the edge of his desk, his own jeans bulging obscenely.  He began to undo his jeans, then stood up and with one fell swoop he stepped out of his jeans and underwear.  His rock hard cock pointed up at 45 degrees from his body, 8 inches of cut steel leaking globs of precum.  I was happy to see he seemed just as turned on as I was.

I wanted to sit back and take in the view, but my horniness overpowered me.  I was on my knees in a flash.  I licked off the precum, savoring the taste.  Coach Powers moaned loudly at the tongue to cockhead contact.  I slid my tongue down the length of his shaft, tasting every inch, salty and musky from the day.  The scent was intoxicating, soon I had the head of his penis sliding between my lips, into my mouth.

“Damnit, Pete that feels amazing.” cooed Coach P.

I let my tongue explore his dickhead in my mouth, taking in every piece of surface area on offer.  Slowly, I let my lips slide further down Coach Powers’ shaft.  I was totally focused on his pleasure, I had tunnel vision as my hands found and gripped his powerful ass to steady myself.  Coach Powers groaned as bracing myself allowed me to take more of his ample cock in my throat.

“Hell, Petey, I’m not gonna be able to hold it much longer.” Coach Powers grunted.

I didn’t expect him to cum that quickly, but that was all the notice I needed. I stopped my oral exploration of his unit and began working his cock to get my reward.  Coach P started rocking his hips as his breath turned ragged.  Quickly, I felt his cock surge and jet after jet of steaming semen flooded my mouth.  The salty/sweet flavor lingered on my tongue as I happily swallowed the man’s load.

“I was really keyed up.  Normally I last much longer.” Joked Coach Powers

“I don’t mind.” I grinned broadly.

“How the hell did you learn to suck cock so well?” 

“I have a few buddies I experiment with.” I replied wanting to keep their names private for their sake, luckily Coach P didn’t pry.

“You’ll have to thank them for me.” Coach Powers laughed.

Coach P then crouched down in front of me.  I had to remember to breathe as the man unzipped my jeans and slid them down to my ankles.  My cock was throbbing and leaking, I was a hair longer than Coach Power’s but not quite as girthy.

“Nice unit, Petey.” Coach Powers muttered with lust in his voice.

He went right to work, expertly engulfing my cock.  It was clear he had done this before, many times.  His hands roamed my body as his throat muscles contracted around my cock.  I kept trying to hold off but after swallowing his load, I was way to horny to make this last.

I came so hard, Coach Powers choked on my load.  He kept sucking throughout my orgasm, milking my dry with his throat and mouth.  I collapsed back into the chair behind me after Coach P sucked the last drops of my seed from my cock.

“That was incredible.” I breathed.

“It's easy with a great cock like yours.” Coach Powers grinned as he stood up and shook out his muscled legs.

He caught my eye line looking directly at his nearly hard again cock.

“Pete, it’s getting late, I’m sure your mom is wondering where you are.  And I need to get home to my family.” Coach Powers said, beginning to gather his clothes.

I must have been visibly disappointed.

“I have spring practice with the football team tomorrow at 10am.  Why don’t you come by before, say 8 or 8:30am and we can see what else you’ve experimented with.” Suggest Coach Powers.

We agreed to meet back at school at 8:15 the next day (Saturday) before Coach Powers had to run varsity football spring practice.  I was floating on air as I left the school that night, I still wasn’t convinced that I hadn’t been dreaming and I had no idea how I was going to sleep that night.